i should tell you }{ tag: tony

[lucia marie newman]

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I SHOULD TELL YOU
i have always loved you

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”Ow…”

Only Lucia Marie Newman, resident empath and klutz extraordinaire, could manage to hit herself in the face with a soccer ball. Yes, you read right. Someone else didn't hit her, she managed to hit herself. In the face. With a soccer ball. There was a bloody smear on the white and black checkered orb that matched the blood coming from her nose. She was fairly certain that it wasn't broken, but man. She was going to have a bruise tomorrow. Why exactly had she thought this was a good idea? She was the klutz. The girl who walked into walls, tripped over her own feet, and could hurt herself over air. Yes. That one. Had decided to take on soccer literally head first. Maybe not the best idea in the world.

To her credit, Lucia had started off pretty well.

Running was her favourite, and it was soothing, in an odd sort of way. Luckily, Lucia was an odd sort of person. And proud of it. As she had made another lap around the track, Lucia had thought about her day. It had been a long day. Her empathy was being more annoying than usual, and she hated it. You thought you had issues with your own emotions? Imagine feeling everyone’s – and all of them were teenagers. Lucia was honestly baffled how some people could feel that many emotions all at once. And why were teenagers so angry. Dark emotions – emotions like anger, sadness, hurt – were always the worse. It made her feel sick. She had a mental shield, or she’d probably go insane (not that she wasn’t already, but that wasn’t the point). It had just been one of those days were everyone seemed to hate the world, and it sucked. Running just helped clear her mind.

And then she made the fateful decision to try soccer. She should know by now not to try – she killed soccer balls, as her friend and crush Tony pointed out. It’s not that she tried to. Really. Soccer just hated her. As proven by hitting her in the face. The girl was currently lying on her back outside, holding her drying nose, staring at the darkening sky. She knew that she should probably go inside, but right now, she was content to just lie outside and relax. And hope to God Tony didn’t manage to find her and make fun of her… again.

TAGGED: Tony
WORDS: 400
NOTES: Fluffy Luny post!
LYRICS: RENT
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid #003366 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] I KNOW A GIRL WHO'S TOUGH BUT SWEET As graceful and balanced as the poor boy is when playing soccer, he can not concentrate for the life of him off of the field. At least, not long enough to stay upright for very long. So it's no wonder that he felt very bad for Lucia when, on his way to practice a little, he saw her hit herself in the face with the ball. That, and she was a pretty, slightly ditzy and fragile, blonde. She was also one of his very best friends. He dropped his soccer ball and jogged over to her, a look of extreme concern on his face. Her nose was bleeding. And . . . a little bit crooked? No. He was just panicking, surely. Her nose wasn't really broken. It looked fine. He remembered, once, breaking Jared's nose. This didn't look quite as bad. It was just bleeding. "Oh my God, Lucia! Are you alright? What did you do, Jesus Christ? What did I tell you about playing with real soccer balls? How did you even do that? Did you hurt the ball again?" He paused to glance down and make sure the precious soccer ball was still in one piece. It was. It wasn't even deflated. "Your nose is bleeding. Do you want me to go get some ice? Does it hurt very bad? Here, let me wipe it for you." As gross as it probably was, Tony pulled his sleeve (which was thankfully long) over his hand and wiped the blood off of Lucia's face the best he could without being too rough. He was worried about her, sure, but he was also chock full of energy. His mind was whirring. Times like these made him wish he didn't skip his ADHD meds on days that he worked out. He shouldn't skip it at all, he knew, but he had more energy without it. "Since when do you play soccer without me, anyway? You should have called me. This wouldn't have happened if I was here." Tony frowned deeper now, guilt settling in. He could have stopped this, he knew. He should have stopped Lucia from getting hurt. He imagined the same thing happening to one of his little sisters and cringed internally. He was a bad brother and a bad friend and . . . "You might have a concussion! Oh my God, Lucia. What if you have a concussion? Do you feel okay? Are you dizzy? Light headed? Oh my God you have a concussion." WORDS: 417 TAG: LUNY :D :D :D :D :D :D NOTES: what a sweet potatoe

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[lucia marie newman]

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I SHOULD TELL YOU
i have always loved you

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And, just her luck, Fate decided to smite her with Tony’s appearance.

She didn’t know when she had fallen for her best friend. Honestly, she didn’t. Tony had always been her best friend here. She adored him, honestly. It was someone who she could bicker with and get into trouble with, and they always had fun. Being around Tony… it made her feel safe. Strange, huh, considering Tony was still just a kid, and the kidnappings had happened. But compared to her home life, this place was heaven. And Tony? Well, there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t do for him (besides stop popping soccer balls – but she didn’t do it on purpose. Most of the time.) But she wasn’t quite sure when that love for a friend hand suddenly changed. One day she woke up and BAM. Lucia realized that she loved him.

Too bad Tony was dating one of her friends.

It really was a pain… sort of like the pain in her nose. Lucia wanted to die when she heard Tony’s voice. For a moment, she didn’t open her eyes, her cheeks slowly flushing. And then she scowled at him when he mentioned her hurting the ball. ”I did not hurt the ball! The ball hurt me!” She informed him in a haughty voice, slowly sitting up. She winced as Tony wiped away the blood, jerking away slightly with a little noise of pain. ”Ouch. Stop that, Tony, you’re getting blood on your shirt. Yes, it hurts, but it’s fine, I’ve had worse.” The words were flippant, the slight darkening of her blue eyes the only indicator of the pain that wasn’t quite here. Her father… well, she didn’t want to think about that. She pushed the thoughts away, focusing on Tony as he randomly started babbling again. Tony-babble. Cute, but totally unnecessary.. Lucia thought with a roll of her eyes.

”Hey.” She lifted one hand and placed a finger over his mouth, silencing him.”I do not have a concussion, the ball hit my nose, not my head. Tony, you know I can hurt myself on anything, really. Tripped over air, remember?” Lucia smiled as reassuringly as she could (you know, blood coming from her nose really sort of destroyed that reassuring image… but she tried! It should count for something, right?) and tousled Tony’s hair with her free hand. ”I was trying to learn how to play soccer. Without, you know, you making fun of me every two seconds.” She said teasingly, sitting cross legged.

TAGGED: Tony
WORDS: 400
NOTES: Fluffy Luny post!
LYRICS: RENT
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid #003366 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] I KNOW A GIRL WHO'S TOUGH BUT SWEET There are two things that should be known about Stetson. Or Tony, we'll say, because we really, what kind of name is Stetson? Not the sort of name you give a goofy kid like Tonybro, oh no. Which brings us, my dear readers, around to the first thing you should know. Tony is goofy. And I do mean, fall-all-over-yourself-and-come-up-grinning-every-time goofy. He does dumb things sometimes. He's not dumb, though, he just lacks this tiny thing called tact. And, when he's not playing soccer, he somehow loses all of his coordination. And the second thing that you should know is that Tony, this poor, poor child, is completely oblivious to the world around him. Particularly, it would seem, when it comes to pretty young blondes. Now, the thing about Tony, is that, despite being adorable and funny and sometimes charming, he can never get a girl. Why is that, you want to know? Simple. He's stupid when it comes to the females. Especially blondes, for some reason. Take Lucia here, for example. She's gorgeous, and, in many ways, very similar to Tony. And, as anyone can see, completely in love with the idiot. Why? Well, who knows? But she is. But here's Tony, running around after some other girl (who, we'll admit, is also pretty cool) and breaking poor Lucia's heart. The idiot in horror movies who goes into the abandoned house in the middle of nowhere when his car is broken down is to dying as Tony trying to find the right girl is to failing. It's as easy as that. Which is why he wouldn't have noticed Lucia's obvious pain whenever he talked about Maddy. No sir. He did, however, notice her agitation with him. He frowned. Yes. He was definitely getting too deep in with soccer lately. "Don't be mad at me, Luce," he pleaded. "I didn't mean it; I swear. I was just kind of panicky. I wasn't paying attention to what I was saying." When does he ever? Tony gave her a world-class grin, then. "Come on, though, what did the poor ball ever do to you?" But then he was back to worrying about her, and he pulled his hand away from her face. "I don't care about the blood. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I was trying to help. Tilt your head forward and pinch the bridge of your nose to stop the bleeding. God! It's gushing everywhere." He was only joking, but he made a pretty convincing 'whoa' face. He laughed, sort of, when she started joking, but the blood coming from her nose was a little bit disconcerting. Then, when she talked about him teasing her, he frowned deeply. "What? I. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was really making you mad. You should have told me to stop. God. I'm really sorry, Luce. I didn't think it was a big deal. That's not an excuse, but, wow." Tony really, really, really hated when he upset any of his friends. Mostly it was because he hated to be ridiculed himself, especially in public. Sometimes he had a hard time brushing stuff off. He felt really bad about making Luce feel bad. WORDS: 530 TAG: LUNY :D :D :D :D :D :D NOTES: dis took fo eva i am so sorreh. look extra words to make up fer it.

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