#listen I just had a 4-hour coffee not-date with my high school crush

[queencherryberry]

So since everyone voted for Brothers best friend theme. Here it is.

Summary: reader is Randy’s younger sister and she has a crush on his best friend Cody. She just doesn’t know it yet. Reader also experiments as it’s her last year of high school.

Warnings: lots of weed and alcohol usage; mostly weed, eventual smut, swearing, kinks, Matt Riddle, tough love(brother x sister dynamic cause Randy’s a hard ass), lots of partying before college, teasing, pet names

Main pairing is reader and Cody Rhodes

Brothers Best Friend Ch. 1

Your head pounded as you slowly opened your eyes to the burning sunlight that was coming through the window behind you. You groaned not wanting to be awake. ‘How much did I drink?’ You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your head not paying attention to your surroundings. You jumped felling a pair of arms pull your exposed back to the owner’s bare chest. You listened to the soft snoring of the other person before you slowly looked behind you to see who it was. Your jaw about dropped when you saw who it was in bed with you. You then suddenly realized that both of you were naked. “Randel is going to kill me and him.” You whispered under your breath in shock. “Not if we don’t tell him.” The voice groggily answered. You looked back again at the guy behind you and was met with bright blue piercing eyes that were struggling to stay open. “Did we…? When did we…? Oh god how drunk were we?” You started and panic in your voice.

“Relax. Let me take a shower and drink some coffee and I’ll explain everything to the best of my ability.” Cody said rubbing your arm and then groaned sitting up. “Anything you think we did, we didn’t. You literally threw up everywhere and on both of us. I was just too lazy to put my shorts on. And frankly too drunk. Did you want a shower too?” He explained and threw you one of his shirts seeing your embarrassment to being naked in front of him. He himself put on a pair of shorts to make you more comfortable. You pulled the shirt on quickly. You opened your mouth to ask a question and he answered it before you could even ask it. “Your clothes should be in the dryer. Now answer my question. Shower or no? Or do I need to go first?”

You stared blankly at him and then nodded your head. “Right. I’ll take first shower. Coffee doesn’t sound too bad right now. You got an extra pair of pants or shorts..” he cut you off by throwing a pair of short at you.

You turned off the shower handle and dried off. You found your clothes neatly folded on the counter top sink. You got dressed and dried your hair to the best of your ability feeling your hair get frizzy already. You walked out of Cody’s bathroom and followed the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon and….waffles? This man had your heart and you guys weren’t even dating. At least you didn’t think you were. Things could’ve changed last night when you were shit-faced drunk. After all you did wake up naked in your brothers best friend’s bed. Naked. And now he was making you a 4-star breakfast with coffee. How he was single you didn’t understand.

After breakfast you sat on Cody’s bed flipping through his Hulu, Netflix, any streaming service he had. You settled on The Seven Deadly Sins while Cody himself took his shower and got dressed. Your phone buzzing pulled your attention from the anime and you answered your phone. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST 2 HOURS YOU BITCH!” Great. Randal. And he’s pissed. “I-I think I’m at Cody’s?” You replied sheepishly. “Thank god. I thought you were dead somewhere in a ditch. I got concerned when your school called me and said you weren’t there today. Is Codes busy at the moment?” Your brother asked. “He’s in the shower. I’m just watching anime.” You answered back. “Did he touch you?” Randy got right to it. “No. I woke up this morning and he was sleeping on his beanbag chair. Not gonna lie, it looked more comfortable than his bed.” You lied not wanting to anger your brother further. “Can I hang out here for the day? I don’t feel good and I have a throbbing hangover.” You asked picking at your nails. Randy sighed on the other end of the phone. “Yeah. Matt wants to smoke so me and him might come over. What’s Rhodes got for snacks and munchies?” He asked. “Depends. Are we smoking Matt’s stash or yours?” Weed. Just what you needed to get rid of your hangover. “Matt’s. His is top shelf. 95% THC. Guaranteed to rid you of your hangover. I don’t know where the dude gets his shit, but it’s strong as hell.” Randy rambled on. You paused the show and got up to head back to the kitchen to scout for what your brother asked. “Looks like he’s got shit for munchies and shit. Might need to make a stop before coming over.”

After his shower Cody threw on a cut off shirt and his shorts. He found you cuddled in his bed watching tv. “You ok darling? You’ve been quiet all morning?” He walked over to the other side of his bed and grabbed something out of his bedside table and took a deep hit off the object. Your eyes went wide. “Since when do you vape? What flavor is it? Oh and Randal and Matthew are coming over in about 2 hours. Give or take.” You informed him. Cody grabbed the bottle of juice and read the flavor. “Pennywise. It’s a fruit cocktail of sorts.” Cody sat down beside you and took another hit off his vape. You looked over at him asking silent permission to take a hit. He handed you his mod and watched you take a hit. “Mmmm. Yummy.” You smiled. You turned your attention back to the anime in front of the both of you. Ten minutes later you found yourself yawning and stretching suddenly feeling tired. Cody had already lightly passed out the same way you were about to. Something in you couldn’t help urge to want to cuddle so you laid down and slowly inched towards him wanting to feel warm. That man was like a human body heater. He reached out groggily and pulled you close letting your head rest against his chest. Soon you dozed off to the sound of his heart beating and the warmth radiating from him. Out of habit like you’d do to your body pillow back at home, you put on leg over his to get comfortable. He instinctively draped an arm over her side and rested it on her back.

About an hour into their nap Cody woke to the sound of knocking on his door. You were on your side sound asleep with your head on your chest. His phone beeped indicating he had a message. He looked at it and it was Randy. “Come in.” Cody answered groggily. He mentally prepared himself for the load of shit Randy would give him for cuddling y/n. “Hands were I can see them Starshine. My sister better be decent and not sucking your dick or some shit.” Randy said walking into Cody’s room. He stopped for a moment seeing you sound asleep on Cody’s chest as Cody attempted to put both hands up but you were laying on his one arm. Cody craned his head to look at Randy to make sure he looked like a friend and not a foe. “Sorry Randy, would you have liked her in reverse cowgirl instead?” Cody joked as Randy stared daggers at him. “Bro… sick house. You could totally throw a party here.” Matt said following in behind Randy. Matt was carrying his usual stoner stash with him. “Where we smoking bro?” Matt asked not paying attention to the scene in front of him. “Basement.” Cody replied sitting up and bringing you with him. Cody slightly shook you awake. “Rise and shine bitch. You’re not sleeping all day. It’s damn near noon. You’re not gonna be a lazy fuck today. Here, I brought you your comfy sweats and a hoodie. Your fuzzy blanket is in my car. Cause god forbid you go anywhere without ‘blanky’.” Your brother mocked as he tossed the clothes at you and his keys. Your face went red with embarrassment at the mention of your comfort blanket. Cody stood up and stretched his arm that had fallen asleep.

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#cody rhodes #matt riddle #bookshelf #randy orton #fluff #almost smut but not really #brothers best friend #pet names #weed mentions #platonic relationship at first #reader has a hangover

[cellamare]

#yuri on ice #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #listen I just had a 4-hour coffee not-date with my high school crush #and I am feeling Some Type of Way

[official-weasley]

Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 4

WARNINGS: I would say none. Maybe fluffy fluff! Beware of Bill having a crush 🤭

Chapter 4 - Bill's Night

Bill hurried into his room, closing the door behind him, never being so happy about having the whole room to himself. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. Will he be able to do this? Will he be able to be around Theodora for the rest of the summer?

Why did he have to be so attracted to her? It was wrong. It was so wrong but he couldn’t stop. She was so nice and didn’t make fun out of him or teased him as his brothers did. He genuinely had fun degnoming the garden for the first time ever, just because he did it with her.

He could even say that he was grateful that Charlie made him work with her but that would be taking it too far. First of all, admitting that Charlie was right about something – even if just in his head – was too much, and second of all, he can’t feel like this about her.

Perhaps, it was because he hasn’t had a girlfriend in such a long time and she was nice to him. Or maybe because she didn’t idolize him like most women he has met upon telling them what his job is. She doesn’t strike him as a person who puts a lot of thought into looks and genuinely enjoys his company not because she thinks he’s hot or something, so perhaps it’s that.

Bill sighed and pushed himself backward, bouncing on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour, trying not to think about her, trying not to wish she was his age, trying not to picture himself with her.

“Hey, Bill, you in here?”

Bill lifted his head as he heard Charlie come in. The second he saw his face, his brows furrowed, remembering that he was still mad at them for throwing him and Theodora into the pond.

“What do you want?” He snapped at him, looking back at the ceiling.

“Listen, we are sorry for before. We took it too far.” Charlie cleared his throat. “Let me make it up to you by letting you beat me in some Exploding Snap.”

Bill lifted his body, his elbows supporting his weight, and looked at his brother with his eyes narrowed. He hated Charlie’s stupid apologetic grin but he couldn’t deny that playing a game with his siblings would be a good distraction.

“I will only forgive you if I win.” He glared at him, bumping into his shoulder as he exited the room.

Charlie went to the cupboard where the family had their board games to find the cards, while Bill and Ron moved the coffee table in the living room to make space for them to play on the floor.

—

“You’re really bad at this game, Charles.” Bill laughed at his brother.

He wasn’t sure if Charlie was losing on purpose just because he promised him to win or if he actually sucked at the game.

“I told you I’ll let you win.” Charlie tried acting annoyed but he couldn’t deny that it was nice seeing his older brother relax a little.

“Ha! Another one for me!”

It didn’t matter how well Bill was doing or how bad Charlie was losing, Ron was still better than both of them. The cards didn’t explode in his face once and at this point he was having too much fun winning something against his two eldest brothers.

“Hi, Ron, Bill, Charlie.”

The trio was so busy having fun playing the game that they didn’t hear Theodora come downstairs. They all turned their heads to her when she greeted them.

“Hi,” Ron mumbled, being too busy winning.

“Hey, Theo.” Charlie grinned at her. “Hi, Theodora.” Bill bestowed her with a quick smile, trying to get back to the game as soon as possible.

“You call her Theodora?” Charlie chuckled, mocking Bill.

“That’s her name, isn’t it?” Bill said through his teeth.

He went without teasing him for a full hour and a half. Before Charlie could say anything back, the cards exploded in his face again, not getting the right pair. Bill laughed – that made him feel better.

“Mrs. Weasley, can I help you with anything?” Theodora sat down at the kitchen table and observed what Molly was doing.

“Oh, that’s quite alright, dear, you’ve been of great help in the afternoon.” She smiled at her.

“I want to make it up to you for this morning.” Theodora bit her lip.

She still felt guilty hearing Mrs. Weasley shout so much and seeing her so angry. It might’ve been George’s fault for letting the fireworks loose in their room but that wasn’t an excuse. She was right there and was equally guilty.

“Oh,” Molly’s smile grew larger, “I told you I don’t blame you. You don’t have to be so harsh on yourself.”

“But –” Theodora didn’t know how to reply.

She wasn’t used to someone being so nice to her. She knew her mother would blame her either way – being it her fault or not – and she would’ve punished her and bring it up for days.

“Listen, Theo,” Mrs. Weasley turned away from the counter and sat next to Theodora, “I know your mother is strict and I know what she wrote in that letter. I understand that you got detention in school but I also know you wouldn’t get in trouble if it wasn’t for my boys.” She sighed, looking at the ceiling as if she was trying to telepathically find out what they were doing in their room.

“I promised her to take care of you this summer and make you behave but you have been nothing but an angel so far so you have nothing to worry about.” Molly pulled Theodora into a hug and she was more than happy to return it.

Mrs. Weasley might have frightened her this morning a little bit with how angry she was but she couldn’t stop wishing for her mother to be more like her. Shouting when your children do something wrong is entirely different than not showing any affection to your child.

She knew Mrs. Weasley only did so because she loved her children and even if they behaved badly, she still showed them how much she loves them – something Theodora’s mother never did. Not with her nor her brother.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Theodora pulled away and smiled at her.

“Any time, dear. Now go and play Exploding Snap with the boys.” She rubbed Theodora’s shoulder with her hand and nodded her head to her three sons.

“I think I’ll get some fresh air instead.” Theodora stood up and walked past the boys.

She tried hard not to look at them but in the end, she couldn’t stop her eyes from escaping to Bill who was looking back at her until a pair of cards exploded in his face. She giggled and walked outside.

Not only didn’t she want to play the game with the boys because Bill was there and she tried to avoid him as much as possible but she honestly wanted some alone time. She has never been surrounded by so many people before – except at Hogwarts but that was different – as her mother didn’t allow her to go anywhere.

While at school, she sometimes wanted a break from the twins as they could be too energetic for her taste at times, especially during that time of the month. She was grateful that they always understood when she wanted to be alone and never bothered her but waited for her to come to them instead.

“Bill, I thought you were better than Charlie.” Ron bestowed his older brother with a confused look.

He wasn’t doing as bad as Charlie did but the cards exploded in his face 4 times in the last 5 minutes.

“Oh, I know, why he suddenly sucks.” Charlie winked at Bill, leaving Ron oblivious.

Bill frowned and punched his brother in the arm. Playing Exploding Snap didn’t help him anymore. He wanted to hex Charlie now.

“Why don’t you join her outside?” Charlie kept pushing it.

“Will you give it a rest!” Bill raised his voice but then quickly looked towards where their mum was, hoping she couldn’t hear him.

“Is this about Theo?” Ron finally caught on and joined the conversation.

“Bill fancies her.” Charlie sang.

“I do not. It’s not like that at all.” Bill scoffed.

“How is it then?” Charlie asked with his eyebrows raised high.

“Oh, bugger off, Charles!”

“Sorry to interrupt your bromance but she is way out of your league, Bill.”

Bill stopped his staring war with Charlie and turned his head to his little brother, his mouth open. Ron was always the quiet one among the boys in the house and he has never heard him talk like that to him before.

He rolled his eyes, wanting to throw a pillow at both of them. Now, Ron was on Charlie’s side too. This day kept getting worse and worse.

“Oh, don’t listen to Ronald, William.” Charlie tried putting his hand on Bill’s shoulder but the glare his older brother gave him made him change his mind.

“Charlie, seriously stop.” Bill hissed. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

“Why are you so uptight?” Charlie’s expression turned into a serious one. “We’re just trying to help you.”

“You still don’t get it.” Bill pressed his fingers against his forehead and shook his head. “She’s still at school, she’s too young for me.”

“She’s more mature than both of you idiots.” Ron chortled.

“She’s 17,” Charlie said, ignoring Ron’s comment.

“Exactly, do you know how wrong that is?” Bill tried explaining.

Perhaps if he can make them see how wrong it would be for them to date, they are going to leave him alone and he can finally start enjoying his summer.

“Why?” Ron looked puzzled. “We become of age when we’re 17. She’s an adult, she can apparate and she can use magic out of school.”

“See, how is Ron making more sense than you right now?” Charlie raised an eyebrow at Bill.

“It’s...no...that’s not the point.” He didn’t know what to say.

Was he putting too much thought into this? Was he the only one seeing this as a big deal? They had an 8-year gap between them. No, they can’t be right. It would be weird. In a few years maybe but it was strange to think that she was the same age as his two mischievous brothers.

“It doesn’t matter, in the normal world, she is still underage.” Bill tried defending himself, crossing his arms on his chest.

“What are you, a Muggle?” Charlie furrowed his brows.

“There’s this girl in my Potions class, meaning she’s 15 and she is dating someone that just finished his seventh year and I know for a fact that he already celebrated his 18th birthday,” Ron said matter of factly.

“See and if people don’t see that as wrong, why should you?” Charlie supported Ron’s statement.

“They still don’t have an 8-year gap between them.” Bill stuck to his side.

“Is that what this is about? Because she’s so much younger?” Ron looked confused.

“Bill,” Charlie sighed, tired of fighting with his brother, “it’s clear that you like each other. Will you stop fighting yourself and just see what happens? What if you hit it off and it turns out to be the best decision you have ever made?”

Bill stared at Charlie as if he just told him he doesn’t care about dragons anymore. He couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. That had to be the most mature thing he has ever said.

Charlie was very hard working when it came to his job and it was just about the only time he was serious. He was a goofball and liked to laugh and not take things seriously in any other situation.

“So?” Bill turned his head to Ron as he spoke, still looking astounded.

“So, what?”

“Are you going to argue with us some more and miss your opportunity to be alone with her or are you going to gather up some courage and join her outside?” Charlie nodded his head toward the door.

“I –”

Bill was speechless. He didn’t know what to do or how to answer the question. It was like a never-ending battle inside his head. He wanted to stand up at once, grab the blanket from the sofa and walk outside. But the voice inside his head was still telling him that it’s a bad idea and that they simply can’t be together.

“Bill, if you don’t go out right now, I’ll go and I’ll tell her you have a crush on her!” Charlie said with a serious voice.

“Fine!”

Bill stood up angrily, feeling as if he was being blackmailed. He snatched the blanket from the sofa and went outside, slamming the door hard behind him.

He found Theodora sitting on a stump in the garden, looking at the stars. She looked ravishing in the moonlight and it seemed as if she was deep in her thoughts.

He knew this was a bad idea. He was ready to turn around and go back inside. He can’t do this. He doesn’t care if Charlie’s going to tell her how he feels. He’s an adult. He can just go back to Egypt!

“Bill?” He stopped walking back towards the house when he heard Theodora speak.

“Hi,” he turned to her and waved awkwardly, “want some company?”

Her face lit up at his words but she didn’t like the fact that her heart started beating faster against her ribcage.

“Would love to.” She said with a rusty voice.

“Come with me.” Bill smiled at her gently and waved his hand for her to stand up.

He has to stop smiling at her like this, her head was losing it. Was this a bad idea? Where was he taking her? She probably shouldn’t be alone with him.

As if she didn’t hear the voice inside her head at all, she stood up and walked toward Bill. He gently took her hand and started walking down the path.

His touch took her breath away. What was he doing? Why were they holding hands and why couldn’t she take her eyes off their entwined fingers? She wasn’t sure how she felt about this sudden change in Bill’s behavior.

She shook her head. She was reading too much into this. He just wanted to make sure she followed him, that’s all.

They stopped by the edge of the orchard, where the tournament is going to take place in a few weeks.

“This is a better place to look at the stars,” Bill explained, looking at the sky.

He let go of her hand and Theodora’s heart leaped as he did. She had to try hard not to grab it again. It was soft and warm and the feeling it gave her was so nice.

Bill unfolded the blanket and placed it on the ground. He gestured to Theodora to sit down and she did.

She leaned on her hands behind her back and lifted her head to look at the sky.

“Wow.” The sight took her breath away.

There wasn’t a cloud in sight and she has never seen so many stars before. What a difference the complete darkness makes.

“I told you.” Bill chuckled and sat down next to her.

As he was positioning himself their fingers brushed together, making them look at each other. Bill quickly pulled his hand closer to his side of the blanket and was thankful it was so dark that Theodora couldn’t see his cheeks turning scarlet.

He doesn’t know how he mustered the courage to grab her hand before and he was sure she could tell how nervous he was, as his hands were shaking while they were walking. He was mad at himself because he couldn’t deny how good it felt holding her hand but he still couldn’t agree with Charlie and Ron that this was okay.

“Do you know any constellations, Theodora?” Bill asked her after a few minutes of them stargazing in silence.

“You know you can call me Theo, right?”

Bill turned his head to her, grateful that he moved a bit further away before, otherwise their noses would be touching right now. Despite sitting in complete darkness, he could still see her lips curving when she spoke due to the faint moonlight.

“I love your full name.” He blurted out, too busy gazing into her eyes to think straight.

His eyes widened when he realized that he shouldn’t have told her that. He knew he could call her Theo. Everybody in his family did and he knew she wouldn’t mind if he did the same. But he liked her full name. It suited her so well and he would be lying if he would say that he didn’t like how it sounded when he said her name out loud.

“Oh.” Theodora bit her lip, a bit taken aback by his words.

Nobody ever complimented her name before and everyone she knew always tried shortening it in any way. Theo. Dora. Odie. She never liked her name much. She always thought it was too long and wrong for her but now that Bill said – so genuinely – that he likes it, perhaps it wasn’t that bad.

“Thank you.” She managed to add.

The last thing she wanted was to make Bill uncomfortable and leave. She knew it would be better if he did as this was too romantic and she knew that she will only start crushing on him harder because of it but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to let go and just enjoy his company while it lasts.

“So what made you run away from Fred and George?” Bill tried desperately to find something to talk about.

“I just needed a break,” Theodora answered honestly. “We have been working on a product together for the past 3 hours and sometimes I want some alone time.”

“They can be a bit much sometimes, yes.” Bill chuckled.

“They are amazing friends. Sadly, they don’t show their good side to most people. They like to hide their true personality behind pranks and mischief.” Theodora defended her two best friends.

It was true, she wanted to get away so she could relax a bit after working and thinking hard without a break for such a long time. But she wouldn’t trade the twins for anyone in the world. They were the best friends she could ever ask for.

“How did you become friends?” Bill asked her.

“Well, we’re schoolmates, being in the same year but I was pretty much alone in our first year. I’m not big on making friends.” She giggled. “But then in our second year, George was trying to sabotage someone’s potion in Snape’s class by making it explode, but instead of throwing something into their potion, he threw it in mine. Snape gave me detention and didn’t want to hear any of the twins’ excuses.” Theodora laughed at the memory.

“So when I came out of detention that night, Fred and George waited for me in the common room and started apologizing, promising they will make it up to me.” She finished her story.

“And did they make it up to you?” Bill was curious.

“Yeah. They helped with my detention and brought me candy every day for 14 days before I asked them where are they getting it from and they showed me how to get to the kitchen. Their adventures intrigued me and before I knew it I didn’t have a choice whether I would like to go or not.” Theodora smiled.

“So you’re like them?” Bill tried not to be judgemental but he really couldn’t see how she could like pranks as much as they do.

“Nah. I’m more there for the fun. It’s nice to see them brainstorming and it’s nice to do something else than studying.”

“When you put it that way...” Bill rubbed his chin, thinking.

“As I said,” Theodora hugged her knees, looking up at the stars again, “they’re smart and can be serious, they just don’t show it to everyone.”

“They do seem pretty serious about that joke shop idea of theirs.” Bill thought out loud.

“Oh, they are. I can’t wait until we graduate and we open the shop.” Theodora clapped.

“We?” Bill looked at her puzzled.

“Oh, I thought they told you.” She smiled apologetically at him. “We’re opening the shop together.”

“No, they didn’t tell me.” Bill suddenly felt left out. “Charlie told me about it. I guess he’s easier to talk to about these things.”

He shrugged his shoulders, hoping it would come across as if it doesn’t bother him that the twins tell more to Charlie than him, even though he is the eldest. Perhaps he was too strict and they felt like he wouldn’t understand. But they were wrong — he does understand.

Mum would be against it, but when wasn’t she against something one of her children wanted to do? She wanted Bill to stay closer to home and Charlie to pick a less dangerous job. Maybe she was proud of Percy for working for the Ministry but he wasn’t home that often either.

He decided then and there that he has to loosen up a bit. He has to stop being such a parent, stop being so similar to mum and just enjoy life more. He couldn’t deny that their idea of a joke shop sounded brilliant. There weren’t many shops like that, come to think of it, there wasn’t any in Diagon Alley and not only kids love that stuff.

“What about being a Curse Breaker?” He wanted to know why she changed her mind, hoping that Fred and George didn’t drag her into it.

“I was excited about it, especially,” she took a deep breath, “especially when you told me so much about it all those years ago.”

She wasn’t so sure it was a good idea to tell him that but she was enjoying talking to him so much. She felt as if she could tell him anything and he would listen.

“I do have good marks at school, I am more than qualified for the job, I did great on my O.W.L.s but I fell in love with coming up with ideas to make joke products and then brainstorming about how we are going to create them and when they are fully tested and you can give them to a kid...” Theodora gently shook her head. “...the joy it brings them is pure happiness.”

Bill didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect her to say that. He loved that she was opening his eyes to so many things – he always felt as if he was too narrow-minded and the way she explained it to him made so much sense.

“That is an amazing job to have.” Bill grinned. “So you want to do it for the joy of others?”

“Yes, I love kids.”

She said that so genuinely that Bill’s heart skipped a beat. He has never heard a 17-year-old say that before.

“You’re really mature for your age, do you know that.” The words escaped his mouth.

“So I have been told.” Theodora giggled but the smile quickly faded away from her face.

“Did I say something wrong?” Bill sat closer to her, not sure what changed her mood so quickly.

“No,” Theodora reassured him with a smile, “it’s just the reason for me being that way is rather bitter for me.”

“Want to talk about it?” Bill tilted his head, now sitting so close to her that their shoulders were touching.

He could see that something was bothering her and they have been having such a nice time he didn’t want anything ruining it for her. He wanted to hug her so badly but thought better of it.

“It’s my mum,” Theodora started, “Fred and George are the only ones who know what a monster she is.”

Bill’s eyes widened with her choice of words to describe her mother.

“She’s the reason my brother moved to America instead of taking an Auror job here, she’s the reason dad left because she didn’t support him. She wants me to be just like Eric and doesn’t let me breathe without criticizing me.” Theodora rolled her eyes. “That’s why I am so close to Fred and George, they make me feel so welcomed and that’s why I correspond with Charlie so much.” She smiled.

“I hope you know how lucky you are to have such a loving family, Bill.”

Bill just nodded. She was right. He couldn’t complain. Yes, it was crowded and they didn’t have a lot of money growing up but they were loved and they had each other.

He understood why she was so independent now, why she thought the way she did – she was on her own, she didn’t have a choice. She was a fighter.

Something ignited in Bill’s chest with those thoughts. He didn’t think she could grow on him more but she did and he couldn’t deny it anymore. He couldn’t tell himself anymore that he doesn’t fancy her, because he does – a lot.

For the first time, he forgot all about their age gap, forgot about how young she was, and started seeing the situation from the perspective of his brothers.

He didn’t even care who was right and who was wrong anymore as she continued to talk about her mother and with every story she told him about her, he felt a bigger urge to protect her, to defend her, to keep her away from that woman – and not just as a friend – wishing for nothing else that she could join him in Egypt.

But he could never do that to her. He would never ask something that big of her. His heart sank as he realized that it doesn’t matter if he would be okay with their age difference – they simply couldn’t work out.

Knowing that they will never happen and even if he lets his guard and morals down and would give in to his feelings they can’t be together. He was in Egypt and was going to stay there for the foreseeable future and she was going to run a successful shop with his brothers.

A smile painted Bill’s face and his chest felt lighter when he realized that they might not end up together but at least she will have Fred and George and if he can’t be there for her – stand by her side as her partner – he knew that the twins won’t disappoint him because he knew how much she meant to them.

They ended up laying on the blanket, observing the sky, almost until the morning. Theodora couldn’t believe how much they had to talk about. She felt so vulnerable when she told him about her mother but Bill was so understanding and his presence made the memories she relived so much easier to bear.

Bill talked about his job and told her all about the tomb he is currently working in. He told her stories of when the twins were little and made her laugh so much that she shed a couple of tears.

She has never seen Bill in such a way. He seemed so much more relaxed around her than with the others and she liked that a lot. He opened up and got more talkative and as much as she loved that he did as much she didn’t like the fact that her crush was turning into something more serious.

She has only been at the Burrow for a few days and her feelings for him started growing already. She didn’t want to know how she will be able to contain them and what will happen to her when the summer ends.

She took a deep breath, careful not to startle Bill as he just started to tell her how Charlie fell off a broom when he was 9, as she tried calming herself down.

She knew that they were just friends, Bill will never be able to see more in her than that. She came to terms with that and decided to relax and enjoy being his friend as he made her laugh once again, imitating Charlie’s screams when he barely scratched his knee when he fell off the broom.

#harry potter fanfiction #the weasleys #weasley family #hp imagine #the burrow #harry potter imagine #weasley fanfiction #bill weasley #harry potter #wizarding world #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley x oc #bill weasley imagine #summer at the burrow #bill weasley romance #fred weasley #george weasley #charlie weasley

[kraiyan]

i made my own little headcannons to fit in if michael and jeremy were dating and a bunch of other stuff that i don’t want to spoil so take my headcannons and please don’t pay attention to my overuse of the words ‘so’ and ‘like’

i wrote this headcannons for me in my notes so there are mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, light mentions of an eating disorder, nightmares, and self harm but i’ll just put a trigger warning for when those parts show up and if i missed anything that is triggering please let me know

- michael is trans and gay and jeremy is bisexual

- i think they would’ve been friends since kindergarten so they grew up telling each other EVERYTHING

- i feel like michael was really girly as a kid but in like 6th grade he just completely switched to like tomboy but he didn’t do on purpose it just happened

- then in seventh grade michael told jeremy he wanted to be a boy then after that with help from jeremy he came out to his moms

- michael had a crush in jeremy since 7th grade but i don’t think jeremy was his first crush

- i think since michael was straight when he was a girl he just assumed he was straight as a boy and his sexual awakening was captain sparklez

- michael has two moms and jeremys mom would’ve died in a car accident so it’s just him and his dad

- i imagine they confessed to each other in their second year of high school

- (TW: mentions of abuse) jeremy realized he liked michael in freshman year and it was really bad he could not stop thinking about him so when he got squip squip l would not stop punishing him for it

- so jeremy definitely has some problems with his bisexuality

- after years of pining for each other when they finally kissed jeremy could not stop panicking about it

- like they went to sleep fine but he was internally panicking and he tried to keep it together but the next day he absolutely broke just started sobbing saying over and over again “is this okay, are we okay”

- michael is the type to listen to a vulgar music to help his dysphoria

- so him and jeremy are in his car michael plugs in his phone and just starts singings “hoes want to be seen with me and i like their big thick titties”

- and jeremy can do nothing else but be like michael what the fuck

- they decided to keep their relationship a secret and not tell anyone bc of jeremy still coming to terms with himself and he didn’t think his dad would understand

- but i feel like michael moms had already pieced together that they were dating and jeremy didn’t mind that they knew bc they’re literally lesbians but every time jeremy came over from that point forward they had to keep their door open

-(TW: mention of an eating disorder) in a different angstier au jeremy would struggle with eating as a control thing after squip

- (TW: mention of an eating disorder) in an angstier au michael would have an eating disorder cause dysphoria

- i feel like once he realized he was trans he had really bad dysphoria but like with therapy and stuff he got over it

- so i think michael really liked afycso and had it on a vinyl and now jeremy knows all the words

- they don’t do anything at school because jeremy is still uncomfortable so they just pursuit their relationship between closed doors and michaels car in an empty parking lot

- i feel like they both got really excited when michael got referred to as sir for the first time

- jeremy and michael grew up together but ironically when puberty hit michael started to wear baggy clothes than he wore a binder than he wore super baggy clothes to hide his tits after coming out but during squip he had time to self reflect and work on his dysphoria so when jeremy saw michael outside of school he kinda said TITS and was so caught off guard by them

-(TW: mentions of self harm scars) i think michael has sh scars due to losing his childhood best friend and the whole panic attack in the bathroom thing and jeremys seen them but didn’t bring it up to michael because they’re fading so he obviously doesn’t do it anymore but it was a huge shock for jeremy to find out

- they never brought it up tho and it was never discussed bc who cares it was in the past

- michael pants his nails black and i think on some very rare occasion jeremy would paint his nails too (like the way karl paint his) and michael has lots of nail polish cuz on the rare occasion he paints his nails different colors and he repainted his nails every two weeks

- no matter how many times michael has changed in the same room as jeremy even let jeremy help take off his binder jeremy will never not get shy when he changes and will always ask to go into another room

- jeremy is a coffee person but not hot coffe because he always drinks it too early and burns his tongue

- he originally bought his hoodie™️ in really huge size to battle dysphoria but that just made the hoodie last for years

- jeremys name in michaels phone is something very gay and lovey and shit and michaels name on jeremys phone is just michael :)

- jeremy would come home all suspicious and and red faced after him and michael came from an empty parking lot that his dad would not stop begging him to meet this girlfriend of his

- i don’t think jeremy told his dad him and michael were playing a game or something and they kiss jeremys dad comes in and is like what 😦

-and his dad is shocked that he has been pushing girlfriend but he has a boyfriend and is just soooooo awkward about it and never sees michael the same but never makes any rules about them bc he doesn’t want to be homophobic 😭

- i don’t think he was really not supportive but it took him a bit to get used to it but it was so new to him and he was just so phased he just kinda talked to jeremy about his sexuality then left it at that

- they are like gendebend bubbline (marshal lee and the other one yk)

- michael has a queen vinyl the listen to a lot

- so i think michael would still smoke a bit and one time he convinced jeremy to do it with him and jeremy mainly coughed a lot then they just made out the rest of the time but they didn’t tell their parents they would be staying out after school and they both got in trouble

- michael gets blue raspberry and jeremy gets cherry but he also gets coke sometimes too (slushy flavors)

- at the beginning of their relationship they had to take it really slow so that jeremy would feel coqmfortable

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) so jeremy has nightmares of squip and he wakes up having panic attacks and it’s really tiring bc he only gets 2 hours of sleep if he has these nightmares

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) i feel like along with his nightmares he also had panic attacks that squip would punish him for pursuing a relationship with a guy let alone michael

- so after he got over his nightmares he just struggled with sleeping and nighttime in general like just fear around going to sleep

- so he often stayed up alll night to avoid sleeping and would like go to bed at 6 or on a good day 4 or 5

- so i think to get over his fear he had to make a routine first he would make some sort of hot drink or just water (mostly sleepy time tea) then he would text michael that he was going to sleep he also wears the same pajamas every time he goes to sleep just to make sure the routine really works then lastly he reads a comic book then he goes to bed

- i think the reason jeremy couldn’t sleep well after getting over the nightmares is because even if squip doesn’t haunt him enough to show up in his dreams anymore it still haunts him enough to stress him out constantly so he doesn’t sleep well

- to conclude the nightmare and sleeping saga jeremy basically has a night routine and sleeps with a night light

- i feel like they both go to therapy but we’re to scared to tell each other (and they both started going to therapy before they started dating)

- so fast forward they’re dating and are trying to plan a date and jeremys like i’m busy on monday at 1 and my dad needs me to help him with something on tuesday so how about wednesday at 3 and michaels like i have somewhere to be like at 3:30 and jeremys like where do you have to be and michaels like where do YOU have to be and so they count to three and say where they’re going to be and they both say therapy and then they’re like you go to therapy i think that would be so cute

- so michael has really thick glasses like his vision is awful so if jeremy is mad at michael he would wake up early and move his glasses over so michael would have to struggle to get out of bed and look for them with his poor ass vision

- he can see things right in front of his face but as soon as it moves a bit too far it’s blurry

- and speaking of his galsses if they’re really kissing along the way jeremy would take of his glasses so they could get closer to each other’s faces (like how elle and tao do in heartstopper )

- michael and jeremy have been friends way too long to not have practiced kissing with each other

- i think christine was a long time crush for jeremy so he definitely practiced kissing michael a lot since they were in 6th grade and michael was just soaking that shit up

- he’d be like what if she wants to make out we should practice that and jeremys like oh yeah you’re right and michael would be so freaking happy

- but they definitely got caught by jeremys dad and he laughed it off cause what else are you meant to when your 11 year old son and his 12 year old best friend are kissing each other

- they didn’t do it anymore after that cause they were soooooooooo embarrassed

- so i don’t talk about the rest of the characters but i’m about to make a headcannon including them so i’m gonna say my headcannons

- so chole is demisexual and panromantic

- brooke is a lesbian

- rich is bisexual and trans

- jake is pan

- jenna is questioning or straight

- and christine is aro/ace

- so i think jeremy and christine dated for a bit then christine broke up with him cause she was all like i can see the way you look at michael and also because she realized she was feeling intense platonic attraction not romantic

- and also i think they’re all friends so they have a group chat where they send homework answers and stuff

- so i think one time jeremy is doing his nighttime routine but this particular night he’s really tired so he texts michael goodnight bby <3 love u then skips the comic book reading and goes to bed but he sent it to their group chat so as soon as he got situated into bed all he hears is his phone going off so he has to check and it’s just everyone freaking out

- so he like fully sits up is looking at his phone in complete shock then realizes he never said a name so they are like who’s this mystery girl

- so he calls michael tells him about the situation then decides he’s ready to come out

- so the next day they’re more handsy then usual like jeremy wiped something off his face michael saw that he was cold and pulled him real close and their friends are like okayyyyy

- but mind you christine knew that jeremy liked michael so she knew exactly what was happening

- so at the end of the day their friend group is making plans to hang out but everyone was busy so jeremy goes well i’ll see you guys tomorrow waves at everyone kisses michael then starts walking to his house then michaels like yea i’m gonna head home to and like drives away and from that day forward their friends would not stop teasing them and were impressed they could keep there secret for so long

- so i feel like michaels moms both have jobs that run late so mom #1 is an er nurse and mom #2 is an account so this leaves michael a lot of time of being alone in his house so naturally you need to take advantage

- so one time mom #2 gets home and walks in just to see jeremy fully on the counter making out with her son

- i don’t think they got in trouble but his mom was like please not on the counter

- and then there was another time where mom #1 came home on her break cause she doesn’t live far from the er so she like yells to michael that she’s home

- and so naturally you come down to hug your mom so he comes down to greet his mom with a red faced jeremy behind him and his mom thought this was so fucking funny but as soon as she’s done laughing she immediately goes anytime jeremys over the doors open and that was the end of it

- everyone has this one thing that someone does that make them all blushy and stuff

- for jeremy it’s when michael wears fitting clothes cause michael is known to wear hoodies or just baggy clothes in general so when michael does get hot and needs to like put something on he puts on one of those body fitting v necks and jeremy losses his shit like he’s fully blushing and avoiding eye contact and since michael changed cause he was hot he’s sure that jeremy is so hot that his face is turning red and he’s embarrassed to say to take off his cardigan so the entire time jeremy is being full homo for his boyfriend michael is thinking he’s about to pass out from a heat stroke

- so i think jeremy enjoys this so much that for the first week of spring michael will only wear fitted clothes because jeremy loves it

- for michael it’s when he’s kissing jeremys neck and jeremy runs his hand thru his hair and pulls it a little when this happens michael loses all common sense one because jeremys enjoying himself so much that he has to kinda tug on michaels hair and two he’s enjoying it so much he doesn’t have time to think that squip is going to punish him and that makes michael just lose his mind so by the time they’ve pulled apart jeremy as sooooo many hickies and they both look at each other like what the fuck did we just do

- moving right along i feel like when jeremy wakes up at night and is terrified to go back to sleep if him and michael are sleeping together he will like hug him until he gets back to sleep and it works every time

- when they were like 7 jeremy got really sick with the flu and michael was so scared that he was going to die so he kissed him while he was sleeping because if his best friend was gonna die so was he and the next day he got really sick with the flu and jeremy would not stop crying because he thought that since michael refused to leave his side he got him sick…they’re idiots

- jeremy is the type to go to school with the worst fever ever he could throw up in the middle of the school day and still not go to the nurse and if he got sick during junior year forget it you had to strap him down to his bed if you wanted him to take a day off like michael had to sedecue him into staying in bed and taking medication so that he could feel better

#be more chill #boyf riends #bmc #bmc headcanons #bmc michael #bmc jeremy

[gravelyhumerus]

Criminal Minds College AU - Chapter 4

Title: “I may just take your breath away”

Relationship: Jemily

Summary:

Emily’s alarm wakes JJ up.

Slow-burn Jemily college AU where they live across the hall and despite all odds, the universe pushes them together. AKA they’re silly gay babies who pine after each other for months.

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Jennifer Jareau awoke in her bed to the sound of her alarm. She groaned as her body refused to cooperate, with the fog of sleep clouding her brain and the desire to just roll over and sleep in sounding very appealing.

It was such a late night last night with Emily and JJ had already set her alarm to nine thirty, giving her less time in the morning to get to her eleven am class than she would normally like. JJ liked eating breakfast, and with being an athlete, her body needed as much fuel as she could get.

She rolled over, slamming her hand onto her phone, attempting to turn off the beeping. It wasn’t working, forcing JJ to open her eyes against the sunlight. She grabbed her phone, unplugged it, and stared at the blank screen before realizing that it was only eight and her alarm wasn’t set for another hour.

JJ frowned, realizing that what she was hearing wasn’t her alarm, nor was it Penelope Garcia’s—her roommate who had a cheery jingle as an alarm—either. It must be coming from another room.

She looked over to the other side of the room where Penelope was sleeping peacefully, on her side with her chest slowing rising and falling. Lucky, JJ thought. Penelope, unlike JJ, hadn’t been rudely awoken by someone else’s alarm.

JJ pulled her pillow over her head, rolled over, and tried to fall back asleep. She was desperate to catch that extra hour of sleep.

She sighed, tried to relax and fall back into her slumber, but the blaring sound continued, and continued, without fail. Whoever was responsible for that god-awful noise apparently was not waking up.

JJ sat up, tossing her pillow aside. Quietly, despite her frustration, she threw back her comforter and blanket, slipped into her fuzzy slippers and walked to their door, peering into the hall.

She was wearing her pink pj bottoms and a grey cotton t-shirt from a soccer camp she went to in high school, and the cool air after the warmth of her bed made her shiver. Their dorm was either too hot, or too cold most days, never really reaching a comfortable living temperature.

Looking left and right, JJ tried to narrow down the sound of the incessant alarm. She held her breath for a moment, listening hard.

The beeping was coming from straight ahead. She looked at the door, staring it down, begging the other girl to simply wake up, turn off her alarm, and continue with her day.

That did not happen.

JJ slipped back into her room and grabbed her lanyard, to avoid getting locked out of her room with the annoying automatically locking doors.

She closed her own door quietly, as much as she was mad at Garcia for managing to sleep through the noise, she didn’t really want to bother her. JJ started with knocking lightly on the other girls door, rapping on the wooden door right next to the construction paper sea turtle that their RA had written Emily’s name tag on.

“Emily,” JJ said quietly, “Your alarm is going off.”

JJ checked her watch. Eight ten. Emily’s midterm for Clinical Psychology was at eight-thirty. She knocked louder.

No response.

She must be a very heavy sleeper.

JJ knocked louder, scared she would wake up the whole floor, but more worried about Emily’s education than disturbing them. Their walls were thin, but the fact that Emily could sleep through an alarm that could wake JJ up, across the hall, and sleep through JJ’s knocks, was borderline concerning.

After a few minutes of near-panicked knocking, she finally heard movement in the other room, with a muffled “Whaa-” coming from Emily.

She opened the door, rubbing her eyes and holding her phone.

“Your alarm was going off,” JJ said, sheepishly as she took in the taller girl staring at her in complete confusion. “And you have a midterm.”

Emily looked down to the phone in her hand, looking at the time and said, simply: “Shit,” before spinning back around.

“You have twenty minutes,” JJ pointed out, unhelpfully.

“Yes I very much do,” Emily replied, “And it’s in the psych building which is on the exact opposite side of campus. Dammit, the alarm must have been going off for a half hour. I have no idea how I slept through it.”

JJ, unsure at the protocol of what was happening, stood in the open doorway. She found herself somewhat overwhelmed at the sight of Emily. Instead of the t-shirt and pj pants that JJ had seen on her before, Emily was instead wearing a delicate, semi-transparent cotton camisole and silky looking shorts that were quite short and showed off most of Emily’s long legs. Her skin was pale, and even, without any freckles or scars marring the porcelain-like limbs. JJ, on the other hand, knew her tanned skin revealed the scars from the endless cuts and scrapes she’d acquired being a sporty child.  

What caught her eye most was something poking through the fabric of the thin camisole. JJ blushed as she realized that Emily had her nipples pierced.

Emily’s ensemble showed off much more of Emily’s body than JJ had ever seen before, but it wasn’t the body that shocked her (Jennifer Jareau played sports her whole life, she wasn’t shy about nudity), what shocked her was the fact that she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away.

JJ had planned to wake up whoever was disturbing her with their alarm, then immediately go back to bed, but now she felt as if her feet were glued to the floor.

With her hands grasping her keys, clutching them tightly, JJ stared at her friend as Emily dug through her chest of drawers and stormed around the room in a frenzy.

She was not simply staring, JJ realized to her own personal confusion, she was ogling her. Emily’s typically perfectly straight black hair was wavy and messy, mussed by sleep and her bare face had a classic beauty that made something tighten in JJ’s chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Emily muttered, throwing a pair of sweat pants over her shorts, not really having any time to get dressed. “Thank you for waking me JJ.”

This roused JJ from her thoughts, forcing her to come to terms that she was checking her friend out. She felt her face warm in a blush, and stared at the floor so she would no longer be looking at Emily like that.

“We use the same alarm,” JJ said, dumbly. “I thought it was mine.”

She gulped, watching Emily yank a hoodie over her head, and smooth her hair down with her fingers. Emily yawned, letting out a cute noise that made JJ smile.

“Well,” Emily replies, smiling at her sweetly, “I would have fully slept through this midterm if it wasn’t for you. You saved my life. Merci.”

Emily grabbed her backpack which was hanging off the back of her chair, and slings it over her shoulder. From atop her dresser, Emily picked up a red apple, rubbing it off on her shirt in lieu of washing it.

“Thank you again,” Emily says, pulling her into a quick hug. JJ found herself engulfed in Emily’s warm arms, the smell of orchids and coffee, for a short, amazing moment, before Emily pulled back.

Emily shut her door, took a bite of her apple with a wink at JJ, then ran down the hall on her way to her class.

JJ stepped back, left behind standing in the centre of the hall, alone with her thoughts. She remained there for a moment, processing the mixed bag of emotions.

She turned back around, unlocked her door, then sat back onto her bed. It was still warm from her body, and beckoned for her to return to its warm embrace. JJ, on the other hand, was still reeling from another embrace, that of her friend and neighbour.

Her friend, she reminded herself. They were friends.

JJ stared into the distance, breathing deeply and trying to process her racing thoughts. Her break up was fresh in her mind. She was still reeling from her break up, was overtired, and had just spent the entire evening with Emily listening to her speak to her in the literal language of love, no wonder why her brain was all mixed up.

JJ shook her head and laid back down, staring at the ceiling. She put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes.

Instead of her normal anxious thoughts about her midterms, her upcoming game and the end of her almost two year long relationship, her brain flashed to Emily. How patient she was last night explaining all the possible conjugations of the verbs, how she told her funny stories about her childhood in France, how she tried to catch the M&Ms in her mouth, and missed every time.

Emily could speak French fluently, and it was probably one of the most attractive things that JJ had ever experienced. She rolled her r’s so perfectly, and spoke with a clarity that she struggled to find in her professor’s strange accent.

JJ rolled onto her side, tugging the blanket around her, lost in thought. Emily was so nice, JJ really liked her. She liked her as a friend, right? That’s what this was?

She thought about Emily, who bakes cookies in the middle of the night, who gets way too into beer pong and who smiles wide every time she saw JJ and held her hand tightly as they walked home last night.

Did JJ like Emily? Like-like her? She didn’t know. She doesn’t like girls. She hadn’t really liked that many people before. She dated Will for two years, two nice, normal, comfortable years where she didn’t have to think about these things, about crushes or feelings.

She was always a very focused child, focused on school and on soccer and on getting to college. It was Will who pursued her, who was the first to text, who invited her places and encouraged her to be present. JJ was always reacting to the boy's affection, every time.

Her mom had The Talk with her when she was thirteen, which was awkward and tense, but instead of the typical discussion about the birds and the bees, her mom talked about love and consent and JJ’s future partner . At the time, JJ thought her mom was being silly because JJ liked boys;, she had crushes on boys like all the other girls in her grade. She always would pick the nicest one, and select him as her crush when the other girls would ask. But now, looking back, maybe JJ’s mom saw something JJ hadn’t seen herself.

No. That couldn’t be.

Jennifer, she scolded herself, don’t go down the rabbit hole. You just went through a messy break up. You’re confused is all.

It was true, just yesterday JJ fought with Will and it ended in, well, an ending of their relationship. Over the phone. He told her that he needed more from her, from them, and JJ told him that she was giving all she had. That was not enough for him.

She hadn’t even had that much time to think about it, and him, let alone tell her friends and family that it had happened.

She had hung up the phone and immediately had to go to a class. Before she knew it she was in a study room with Emily Prentiss forgetting all about her break up.

Her mind flashed to the girl in her class who had come out in eighth grade, how after she had, the other girls had told JJ to make sure she had turned around so the girl wouldn’t look at her inappropriately. JJ had protested at the time, arguing that the girl probably didn’t even find them attractive anyway, but that hadn’t convinced the others. They had shunned the girl for the rest of the semester.

JJ remembered feeling a bit sick at the thought of being that other girl, who’s identity had been shamed by her peers. She went home that day and cried in sympathy. She didn’t know why she did.

After that she, on a private browser, looked up the acronym: LGBT. She discovered the term ally, and decided that that was what she was. She had cried because she supports people who are gay, or bi, or transgender, not because she likes girls. She was always told that she was a sensitive child, she cried because she was empathetic.  

She had been confused about her feelings before, and had sorted them out. She could do that again easily. She didn’t like Emily that way. She was simply grateful for her company, for her friendship. She was a nice new friend, and JJ was just over excited as she got to know the girl across the hall.

JJ sighed. That made sense to her. She was a tangled mess of feelings and she needed some time to untangle them.

With that resolved, JJ tried to close her eyes and catch a few minutes of sleep but before she even closed her eyes, her alarm woke her up. Her real one.

She groaned.

To her right, Penelope woke up to the sound, yawning and rolling over at the sound.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Penelope murmured with a sleepy smile. “Late night last night?”

Penelope was probably her best friend at university, and her roommate. They were randomly placed together last year and had immediately become best friends. She was studying computer science, which was surprising because from what JJ could tell, Penelope could hack the FBI if she felt like it. She wasn't sure what else there was to study. Her side of the room was decorated in an explosion of colour, with endless trinkets on all of the available surfaces, and her walls covered in a rainbow of art, photos and miscellaneous ticket stubs and various moments of her life.

“Yeah,” JJ replied, sitting up in her bed and resigning herself to being awake. “I have that French midterm today.”

“Then the game!” she interjected, “I know! Spence and I will be there waving the flag.”

JJ smiled, grateful for her roommates' endless support.

“We should do trivia again this week,” Penelope says, “Reid is basically an encyclopedia and I think if we bring him we’ll win hands-down.”

JJ hummed in response, not really paying attention.

“I mean,” Penelope continued, “It’s probably unfair to drag a boy with an eidetic memory to a trivia game but I think it’ll be worth it.”

JJ was focusing on getting dressed, but tried to give her roommate enough reassuring nods to make sure she was active listening. She had to dress for her exam, then for her game so she chose track pants and her school windbreaker.

“Jayje, where’s your head at?” Penelope said and JJ frowned, she could read her like a book and could tell something was wrong. “You’re never this quiet. Is it about Will? We never really got to talk about what happened.”

JJ didn’t have the time to explain her tangled web of emotions.

“I’m fine Pen,” JJ assured her, “Just tired and worried about this midterm.”

“Okay,” she said, still looking worried, “You know I’m here.”

“I know.”

“Go get ‘em tiger!” Penelope grinned at her, “Just remember: voulez-vous coucher avec moi? That’s all you’ll need to know!”

JJ cracked a smile and wished Penelope a good morning, grabbed her bag before leaving. She waved goodbye and headed out into the morning, trying to shake her thoughts of Emily Prentiss away.

She had enough time to grab coffee and breakfast from the cafe before heading to her class a few minutes early so that she could look over her notes.

Forgetting Emily was hard when she was taking her French midterm, as the conjunction was coming to her, pronounced in Emily’s voice and explained in her clear, knowledgeable voice.

JJ sped through the midterm, a strange feeling tugging at her stomach as her focus was pulled two ways. One part of her, the one focused on the test, pictured Emily in front of her, her bangs getting in her face, her eyeliner drawn over her lid thickly coming to a sharp point on either side of her eyes, imagining her lips as she mouthed the words out to her. The other part of JJ, terrified of these thoughts and feelings, pushed her out of her mind, trying to compartmentalize the knowledge from the person.

Then her brain was filled with Will: of his kind smile, of how he hugged her tight and kissed her softly. Her brain desperately wanted to hang onto some sort of normal feeling of loss at the end of her relationship, but the majority of her feelings were unsatisfying and confusing.

The verb endings blurred together, and as she looked over her work before submitting, she found herself making stupid mistakes. JJ was in the middle of erasing an answer when her Professor called out to announce that time was up.

JJ walked out of the midterm frustrated. She was sure she did fine on it but was mad at herself for being distracted by her own personal issues.

She cursed Will for breaking up with her in midterm season, because she couldn’t focus on anything. She knew she was being distant, she knew it was her fault they were over, but the timing was overwhelming. Her status quo was crumbling and she was not quite sure how to keep the pieces together.

It’s over Jennifer, she said to herself, you finished your midterm. Time to focus on soccer and you’ll feel better.

That afternoon, JJ played an aggressive game, forcing her feelings out in her gameplay, running faster, tackling harder and hogging the ball more than she typically would.

She fought hard for the ball, barrelling towards the net, and setting up a perfect goal for her teammate. Who missed. It took JJ everything to not yell at her teammate, because she did not want to be red carded at a home game.

Next time she was on, instead of passing, she made sure she set herself up for a goal, charging past her opponents. She kicked. She scored. The roar of the crowd, the feeling of her team jumping upon her felt great.

In the stands, Penelope Garcia and Spencer Reid jumped high, cheering for their friend.

The adrenaline of the game wiped away the feelings of the day and JJ felt better. She felt normal. She could deal.

JJ could be happily single. She didn’t need Will and she certainly didn’t need to be distracted by anything right now anyways. She still had three midterms to go, then an away game next weekend.

After that, JJ could worry about her feelings. Until then, she had more important things to do.

In the locker room, JJ dried off, still buzzing with the win.

“Hey Jennifer,” a voice asked, coming up behind her. It was Kennedy. “Are you ok?”

Kennedy was a nice girl, in third year, who played defence. She was probably JJ’s closest friend on the team but outside of games, practise, and the occasional mandatory team social, JJ and she didn’t really talk.

“I’m fine,” JJ replied, stuffing her uniform into her locker. “Why do you ask?”

“You played a hard game,” Kennedy says, “I was impressed. You brought the heat.”

“So what’s the problem?” JJ says, hearing the terseness in her voice.

“Woah,” she says, stepping back and raising her hands in surrender, “Is something wrong? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I’m fine,” JJ says, slamming her locker harder than she meant to.

She walked out of the locker room, feeling slightly embarrassed at her outburst. It had started to rain again, the cold, sharp droplets hitting her face and soaking her hoodie. Making a mental note to apologize to Kennedy later, JJ walked straight home to her dorm with tears stinging at her eyes.

As soon as her door closed, JJ jumped onto her bed, laying with her pillow on her head to block out the afternoon sun, as tears leaked out of the sides of her eyes. Letting go, JJ cried. She cried for the end of her relationship, for the fact that it was her fault for it ending, for the fact that she didn’t feel sad about the end of her relationship and because she didn’t know what to think about Emily.

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That week, everywhere she turned, Emily Prentiss was there.

For a girl that she never seemed to run into at the beginning of the semester, Emily seemed to make up for that with this week.

First thing the next morning, JJ walked into the bathroom with bleary eyes. She hadn’t slept well and had trudged through her morning routine. As she put some toothpaste onto her toothbrush, the door swung open and Emily wandered in, with her own toiletries in hand, wearing only a robe. JJ found herself brushing her teeth harder, not making eye contact and focusing on her own reflection in the mirror. JJ stared herself down, not allowing her eyes to stray or herself to think about the naked Emily Prentiss behind the curtain. JJ didn’t want to see her. JJ was straight, and that would be silly. She did not want to think about that girls god damned nipple piercings, or the fact that they made her blush to think about.

On Tuesday night, JJ looked out of her window into the courtyard, only to see Emily Prentiss, smoking a cigarette near the streetlamp. JJ closed her curtains. She had to study for her midterms.

Coming home from class on Wednesday, Emily had her door propped open as she read a book, with some music playing off her record player. JJ pretended she was in a rush to get somewhere, grabbing a random book out of her room before leaving for the library. She realized after that she needed a different book for her essay, but it was too late after she had rushed down the hall to go back.

Leaving her Media Studies midterm on Thursday, she passed Emily in the hall on her way back from practise. Emily touched her arm as they crossed paths and asked her, in her sweet voice, if JJ needed any more help on her French homework. JJ hurriedly said that she didn’t, and that she would text her if she did. Pointing out that JJ didn’t have Emily’s number, she then insisted that JJ add her as a contact. She did not text Emily.

That weekend, JJ relished how an away game took her off campus, and away from her issues. All JJ had to focus on was soccer.

Except, news had finally gotten to her mother about Will. JJ spent most of the weekend fending off phone calls and from her concerned mother, who wanted to be there for her. JJ felt incredibly guilty avoiding her calls, because her mom had loved Will.

As soon as JJ was back in her room, she was forced to finally return her mom's call, as she had run out of excuses. It was a long coversation. After hanging up, JJ laid on her bed, exhausted by her mother's distress. It felt like her mom was going to miss Will more than she would. JJ had assured her that she was fine, that she would call again soon, and, yes, she would like a care package, because that would mean she’d get a box of snacks, including Cheetos, which she was desperately craving.

After a few minutes of laying on her bed, with her packed bags still on the floor next to her, and still wearing her school branded windbreaker, there was a knock on her door.

She ignored it. She was sick of people being worried about her. Sick of everyone asking her if she was ok.

The person knocked again, more insistently.

JJ rolled onto her side, looking at her wall. There was her ex-boyfriend, on the wall in her once treasured prom photo, looking at her. She tore the photo down.

Her eyes wandered up to her other photos taped to the wall: her and her sister at Christmas when she was eight. JJ was holding up her new shadow box containing a blue butterfly (morpho menelaus) and standing next to her was her sister Rosaline, grinning wide and hugging her tight.

She wanted to ask Ros what was going on with her. Why she felt so untethered. Why she felt relieved that her boyfriend broke up with her. Why she simultaneously wanted to run towards and away from Emily Prentiss.

But, she could not ask her any of these questions. She tugged at her sister’s necklace, which was around her neck, resting over her heart, as always. Hoping for some kind of direction.

There was another knock on her door.

JJ opened it, finding the meek face of Spencer Reid on the other side. He waved awkwardly, and did not seem to notice her disheveled state.

“Garcia said that we could eat without her,” he said, “She’s in a lab this evening and is ordering pizza.”

Dinner. The trio always ate together when JJ was in town.

“I’m starving,” JJ admitted, realizing that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and her stomach flipped in protest.

JJ opened the door for him and turned back to the mirror. Reid sat down on the edge of Penelope’s bed. Of all the people on the other side of the door, he was probably the only one who wouldn't force her to talk about her feelings if she didn't want to.

“How was your game?” he asked politely.

JJ made a noncommittal noise.

“You know,” he continued without a pause, “Around two hundred countries or territories in the world play soccer, depending on what you consider a country, as the UN only recognizes two hundred and fifty one countries and territories while the US recognizes less than two hundred. You could play this game with more people than you could speak to in English.”

JJ ran a brush through her hair, hoping to make herself look presentable for the cafeteria. Spencer continued, barely coming up for air let alone wait for her response. Normally, JJ would fight to get a word in edgewise, but today, Spencer’s monologue was soothing her.

The rain had slowed to a slightly annoying drip, with dull clouds hanging low onto campus.

Together, they walked down the street to the cafeteria, which was in a dull concrete building near most of the residences. Spencer transitioned from discussing the impact of sports on global diplomacy, to talking about his day and chatting about how he has started hanging out with Derek Morgan more often.

JJ blinked at that, trying not to let her thoughts wander from Derek to Emily and her current turmoil.

Her minor reaction unheeded, Spencer discussed how Derek discovered that he could lift him, and had bench pressed him. Spencer, despite admitting that he was nervous around football players like Derek, given his rough time in high school, smiled as he told her this. She forced herself to be present, to engage with her friend, which was a welcome distraction.

Grabbing their trays, they both wandered around the buffet style cafeteria, peeking at the specials and deciding their preference. JJ steered past the vegetarian option, which was simply three pieces of tofu on some plain rice, and walked up to the burger bar. Comfort food was the plan. Reid, walking in her wake, joined her in her dinner choice. Soon, the two of them were eating burgers in companionable silence, both tackling mediocre, yet somewhat tasty meals. JJ sipped her water and felt Reid’s eyes on hers.

“You seem distracted,” he comments.

JJ looks down into her water.

“Penelope told me about Will,” he says, nervously, “I’m sorry?”

It comes out as a question.

“Look. I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m fine.”

I’m fine, she thought to herself, I’ve said that a lot today.

JJ softens, reminding herself that the boy only wants to help. She reaches her hand out and grabs his.

“Thank you for asking,” she smiles at him.

He perks up. She looked at him and while he was only three or so years younger, he looked so young. He was taller than her but still likely to keep growing, his gangly limbs awkward still in his adolescence. Still, he dressed like a professor, his outfits filled with cardigans and tweed.

They stood and made their way back to residence. JJ was starting to feel like herself again.

But, about thirty feet ahead of her was Emily Prentiss, fumbling with her keys as she tried to unlock the door to their building. It was really hard to push someone out of your mind when they lived across the hall.

Spencer noticed her hesitation.

“Do you maybe want to go for a walk?” he asked.

JJ nodded, relieved at the offer. They turned to the right, and walked down the steps that lead to the lower part of campus, towards the nice graduate residences and the park. JJ stuck her hands deep into her jacket pockets, the fresh air making her feel a bit better.

“Will broke up with me,” she says to Spencer, not looking at him as she spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, following suit.

“I’m…. not,” she admitted.

She found that in the cool, fall air, the words flowed out and after she started, it didn’t seem to stop.

“I’m not and I should be. I should be crying about my breakup, eating chocolate and watching shitty romcoms with Penelope. I should be calling my mom and getting advice about my heartbreak. I should be getting drunk and trying to rebound. For some reason, I’m just… angry.”

She stood, raising her arms into the air.

“I feel embarrassed that he was the one who broke up with me when I didn’t even like him that much.”

She sighed. He looked at her with wide eyes, listening intently without any judgment, or reservations. He wasn’t pushing her to share, or judging her for her words.

“And I think I like someone else.”

JJ did not mean to say that. She looked back over at Spencer, who didn’t look particularly surprised.

“Emily?” he guessed.

JJ fell silent. She did. She liked Emily. She spent the week running from that, and it had been staring her in the face the whole time. She nodded.

“That’s great!” he replied with a smile. “I think you would be really good together.”

JJ was struck with this. She wasn’t expecting the homophobia she remembered from high school, but she was not expecting this.

“We would?” She found herself smiling as she said this.

“Yeah, I think she likes you too.”

#criminal minds #cm #criminal minds tv #jemily #emily prentiss x jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #gravelyhumerus cm college au #my post #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #jemily fanfiction #WOOO chapter 4!!!!! #enjoy #tell me what u guys think #sorry its late i struggled #the fic is almost 20k now!!!

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

BNHA College Au - Aizawa

Major: Psychology

Minor: History

Sports: Nope

Clubs: Nope x2

So shouta fully intends to become a teacher, he’s had a rough upbringing and cause of that he wants to help kids in any way he can

This is one of the reasons he chose to major in psych, other than the topic being very interesting he wants to have a good understanding on psychology so that he can be as helpful as possible

He’s planning on becoming a high school teacher cause he feels like that’s the age group he would work best with and also he could help the most there

He works at a local high school too as a tutor, decided he might as well get some experience in and tutors students (mostly first years) on whatever he can help with, he’ll go there on days he doesn’t have any classes

He’s honestly just minoring in history because it’s always interested him, he finds learning how everything has developed over time into today interesting

Him and nemuri definitely have nerdy conversations about history, even though she’s more interested in the art aspect of it, they still talk about it all the time while hizashi and oboro are usually just stuck there listening to them ramble

Anyways, back to him working at a high school, you also work there

You’ve obviously seen shouta multiple times and knew he was from your college, but you didn’t really bother trying to talk to him at first because you just needed to focus on your job

However, one day when shouta was helping a kid on his math homework, they came upon a problem that neither of them knew how to solve, and seeing you in the room the kid called you over to ask if you could help

Cue lowkey blushy shouta because you instantly ran right over and tried helping the kid with a smile, and you had this cute concentrated look on your face as you read over the problem a couple times

Eventually the problem was solved, and the kid had to go leaving you and shouta alone

You didn’t want to be rude and just walk away, and there was no one else needing your help right now so you sat down next to him and started talking to him

It was kinda awkward, you were very much carrying this conversation

“You go to UA right? What’s your major?” its a simple question that has the poor man almost panicking, but he muttered out a “Psychology.”

He’s got the kind of voice that makes him sound like he’s just not interested, but you can tell from the look on his face that he’s flustered, but it doesn’t seem like he wants you to leave

So you keep talking, mainly about your majors and career paths, but you don’t mind - it’s fun talking to the shy boy

Eventually it’s time to leave though, and you have plans elsewhere, so you go your separate ways

But now when you two are working at the same times, neither of you are so hesitant to talk to each other, and any time you have a break you spend it chatting about anything and everything

Of course, being the best friend that he is, hizashi found out about ‘the cute person at work’ that shouta’s been talking to (since after a couple days you finally exchanged numbers and suddenly your conversations weren’t limited to only being at work)

Hizashi is practically begging shouta to ask you out, literally on his hands and knees like “shOUTA PLEASSE YOU GOTTA DO IT!!!! JUST ONE DATE!!” he just wants his friend to be happy and not limited to only hanging out with him oboro and nemuri

But shouta’s too scared to, no matter how cute and nice you are he’s too worried that you’ll say no and he doesn’t wanna ruin the friendship you two have formed

So what does hizashi do? He asks you out for shouta (which almost gets him strangled when shouta finds out)

He took shouta’s phone while he went to shower, and of course he knows the password, so he just opened it up and texted you “hey, can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

He gets so excited when you say yes lmao and gives you all the details, then shouta walks back in and is like “the fuck are you doing?” and hizashi gets this huge grin on his face and responds “I got you a date~”

Hizashi barely even saw shouta move before suddenly the phone was ripped out of his hands so that shouta could frantically look to see just what his friend did, and the glare he sends hizashi has him almost regretting everything

Shouta debates telling you his friend sent those texts, but he sees how excitedly you said yes and decides he might as well see how this goes

He wakes up so early the next day lol he’s nervous, and he spends a good hour fixing his appearance, like he considers shaving and putting his hair up but he doesn’t want to look like he’s trying too hard at the same time, so he eventually decides on just wearing nice black jeans and a black long sleeve - going “it’s not even an actual date, it’s just coffee, it’s not that serious”

A couple hours later, shouta’s waiting in the cafe, sitting at a little table waiting for you since he got there a little early. He’s just texting hizashi, who’s offering shouta a bunch of encouragement since he knows he’s nervous, and eventually you walked in, immediately spotting shouta in the corner and going over to him

He’s so cute he sees that you dressed nicely for this too and he tries to be cool when he goes “you look nice” but the blush on his face betrays him, not that you mind, and the blush deepens when you compliment him back

He buys you your coffee, and you sit in your little corner of the cafe - just talking. Even though you guys basically do this all the time at work, now it feels more personal, and it has you both talking about your lives more. Nothing too specific, just funny stories and about your interests other than work or school related things

Once youre both done with your coffee, or when you both notice that you’ve finished it since you were so deep in conversation, he offers to walk you back to your dorm - he doesn’t want to keep you for too long

You let him, but once you get to your dorm, you tell him “I had fun, I hope we can do it again sometime” to which he can’t help but get excited for - you wanna go out with him again! Yay!

After that, it was a bit easier for him to ask you on dates, and you still saw each other at work constantly, and so you guys grew even closer pretty quick

You went on maybe 4 or 5 more casual dates before finally, after work one day, he gathered up all his courage and asked you out officially

“Hey, y/n, would you - would you go out with me? For real?” 

Baby looks so hopeful behind that generic bored stare of his, and of course youre ecstatic! You’ve had a small crush on him basically since day one, and now he’s actually asking you out! So of course you agreed, letting out an excited “of course I will!”

Okay so his friends adore you, they love seeing shouta so happy with you

You two just sit around in your dorms cuddling whenever youre not busy, hizashi acts like it’s gross, your roommate probably does too - but no one can deny how cute you are together

Even the high schoolers you tutor, of course they eventually got wind that you two were dating and they all ship it like crazy

Most of your dates consist of small things, like going back to that cafe, or taking a late night walk in the park, he doesn’t like doing anything too grand

Its fun watching as his beard grows out during finals, he’s too busy studying to shave and youre trying to kiss him but he’s all itchy, and he’s just like “Kitten, I’m sorry I promise I’ll shave later” every single day until he finally does, but then again if you like his beard youre probably thriving during this period 

During one of those late night walk dates, you guys came upon a small black cat under one of the benches. You barely even saw it with how dark it was, but you saw the glint of its eyes and went to investigate and saw a little kitten

He didn’t have a collar, and you didn’t see what could have looked like a momma cat or anything around, and you didn’t want to just leave the poor thing out there in the cold. So what did you and shouta’s dumb asses do? You adopted it. 

Even though cats aren’t allowed in dorms

But that wasn’t about to stop you guys - and you figured it would be better to keep the cat in shouta’s dorm because everyone was already used to hizashi being loud so you could excuse any meowing

Hizashi going “what the fuck guys, you’ve been dating for 4 months and you already have a kid? Smh my head” but he’s also a supportive uncle lmao he loves the kitten too

Oboro loves taking polaroids of you two and now you both have tons of photos of each other/you together in your rooms and its really cute - and also polaroids of your son too of course he’s part of the family

#this is the first of like 19?20 characters im doing 😊 #hope you enjoy cause they took 3 days of planning lol #aizawa #aizawa imagine #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa headcanons #bnha #mha

[drunk-onsunlight]

Day #3 of Promptmas

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Summary:

Movie night between Ned, Betty, MJ and Peter and a little of Spidey patrolling NYC

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice) 

Chapter 3

Concept: Caroling & Watching Christmas movies together

Dialogue: “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” & “I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible”

“Peter? Are you listening to me?” Ned told him over the earpiece. Peter was distracted. Thank God he wasn’t swinging, the cold air was hitting his face while he was sitting on a rooftop.

“sorry Ned. I’m just thinking about something”

“and that’s clearly bothering you. What is it? Is Morgan ok?” Peter loved the way his friends bounded with his little sister, they weren’t actually related but the feeling was just the same. And having Ned, Betty and MJ get along with her was pure magic, he felt like he could trust them with big things like the Stark relationship he held with not just Tony but Pepper, Morgan and Happy, even when MJ and Betty didn’t know he is Spider-Man.

“something Pepper said today.  I don’t know what she was talking, well, not what a who”

“a who? Ok, you need to speak clearly, you don’t make any sense, Peter”

"you know Morgan was visiting the apartment, right?" "yeap. What about that?" "well, at some point we were chatting and drinking some hot chocolate and Pepper called, I had the call on speaker and she said something a about "my girlfriend" that she wanted to meet her and should take her to their house for a coffee or a lunch or whatever. But I don't have a girlfriend" "yes, that's a little weird. Did Morgan know about that?" "no! She totally freak out and threat me for keeping secrets from her, then Em told her I was too weird to date someone and that was it" why he was friking out so much about a stupid conversation? He didn't have a girlfriend and he just needed to call Pepper and correct her. That was it "Peter, are you scared that MJ may think you actually have a girlfriend?" Peter sensed the smile on Ned's face without seeing him "what? Of course no. She doesn't have to do anything with this" nop, she wasn't the problem, he was just to anxious to call Pepper and correct her "hum. You sure? I remember you having a massive crush on her back in senior year at high school. Maybe living with her made those feelings show up again" now he was regretting telling Ned about that all those years ago "Ned, that was a long time ago and then, well, you know, Gwen and all of that happened and I don't think I have feelings for MJ or that I want to have a relationship with someone" Gwen was everything he ever dreamed in a girl and his Spider-Man duties messed everything up leaving him with another death on his shoulders alongside Ben's. That's exactly why he tried to protect MJ, she didn't need to be in danger just because she knew his secret identity. Ned never had problems with him being a target for being a FOS, but with Betty, that was other story and the same reason she didn't know either. "I'm just saying Peter. This doesn't have to be about Gwen or even MJ, it's about you totally friking out about something that can be fixed with a call. You need to sleep, all this patrol and the cold are messing with your head. Go get some rest Pete" Ned was right, he needed to sleep and call Pepper to clarify the wrong information. "I'm calling it quits for tonight. It was a slow night after all. Thanks for listening Ned, say hi to Betty for me please" after a short goodbye and a promise for a movie date with Peter and MJ, Ned finished the call and Peter got up from the rooftop. He arrived home at 2am, he was glad they could pay a small apartment with windows on both their rooms and not just one, like others he had visited while looking for a place to move. That made everything easier, MJ never knew when he went out or came back from patrol, and if something was too bad he texted her that he was out early when he probably was recovering in the Avengers facilities. The next day he woke up to MJ humming a pop song, she was in a good mood so probably she already took a tea or a coffee. Peter got 4 full hours of sleep since he arrived from patrol and he considered that a win.

“Mornin’” Peter knew he looked totally wrecked but he felt good, like the Christmas spirit was taking over him.

“Hey, loser. Want some coffee?” Her hair was on a messy bun. All her curls were framing her face, she looked beautiful.

“Yeah. Thanks”

“I was thinking, maybe we could decorate today. Do you have something to do?”

“Aammm, no. I’m free. Jameson haven’t called and I am not offering myself until next Monday, I’m really tired” Ned was right, he needed to rest. Rhino, college, The Bugle… J. J. Jameson and his idea that Spider-Man was a threat but anyway having photos of him on every front page he could, everything was too much right now.

“Have you talked to Ned? He said something about a movie night with Betty the other day when we talked” Yes! The movie night they have agreed last night.

“Yeah. He mentioned something last night. We can decorate the apartment and then invite them for some fun. I think we need it” He knew MJ was stressed too and having Betty and Ned around was a good distraction for everyone.

He took his coffee and then helped MJ doing some scrambled eggs for they breakfast and he went to take a shower. After his shower he changed clothes to some Christmas sweeter that he knew MJ was going to make fun of it. While he was deciding in using his Spider-Man socks or his Christmas tree socks he started playing some carols on his phone. He created a full playlist on his Spotify for this moment.

He went out of his room and found Michelle carrying the boxes with the Christmas decorations. How she managed to hold three boxes at the same time was a mystery. If he didn’t knew he was Spider-Man he could swear that she was Spider-Man, but that was a stupid idea. MJ was strong enough to lift the boxes by herself without superpowers, maybe they weren’t that heavy and he was just making things up.

“Oh, God! Seriously? That one?” Peter knew MJ didn’t like that sweeter. It was a Rudolf one with a big red nose that you pressed and it started playing Christmas carols, May bought it for him two years ago and he loved it.

“I know you secretly love it. Press the nose”

“No!”

“Press the nose. I know you want to” He crossed the living room and got close to her

“No! Stop it” She started to run away from him, sorting boxes while crossing the room

“Press the nose, come on MJ!” he was trying to get to her and they ended up running around the sofa, avoiding the boxes and the coffee table. MJ started laughing when Peter got close to her and tried to grab her arm but she managed to get loose and he ended holding her hand for a few seconds until she kept running away.

“We need to start decorating or Ned and Betty are going to arrive and we haven’t done anything” She was still laughing. Peter loved to make her laugh, it wasn’t an easy task but he loved the challenge.

They spend the morning and past midday decorating a Christmas tree that was basically some fake branches placed like a real Christmas tree, MJ said it reflected her soul. Every Christmas, Peter decorated the branches with bright colors, he hang some toys or pushies and tried to add many colors to it. He said to MJ that it was the perfect representation of the two of them, the black, perfectly placed branches for her and the colorful decorations for him.

MJ placed the stockings on their small fake fireplace along with some holly, then moved to the window and decorated it with led lights and tinsel, she finished the decorations placing the wreath on their front door. Everything looked perfect, now they needed to set their cushions and blankets for their movie night.

Two hours later the apartment looked totally different from the day before. Ned and Betty arrived after MJ and Peter took their lunch. They opened the door and found a very smiley Betty using a pink dress and a huge fluffy coat accompanied with Ned using a Christmas sweeter and jeans.

“Hey Betty!” MJ and Betty always found lots of things to talk about. Betty had managed to make MJ open more about her feelings, her college and even family, Peter was very impressed by Betty and her ability to make MJ talk like her life depended on it. But Ned and Peter were never included in those kinds of conversations.

“Hey Dork” in high school MJ called them losers or dorks, now Peter was the loser and Ned was the dork. MJ and Ned did a little hand shake they made up in high school and she moved back a little so Peter could say hi to their friends while everybody entered the apartment. Ned and Peter did their usual handshake and then Peter kissed Betty’s cheek.

“MJ, the apartment looks amazing” Betty was looking around the living room like she was in the White House and surrounded of the most beautiful Christmas decorations

“It was mostly me so, thank you”

“Hey!! I helped!”

“The tree, right Peter?” Betty knew them too well

“Of course. That masterpiece is my doing” He was very proud of this year results with the decoration of the tree and Ned was looking at it like it was the most beautiful Christmas tree ever

“I love it, Peter” Ned said, always being the supporting friend

“MJ we can make some pizza for the movie night while the boys look for the movies we can watch. Would you like that?” Peter knew that was a key word for “we need to talk without loser and dork listening”

“Yes! I would love to” They moved quickly to the kitchen and started talking right away in whispers.

“That was fast” Ned was looking at Betty with adoring eyes while Peter was looking at MJ moving around the kitchen, totally owning the small space

“Well, we can make the best of our time without them”

“Christmas carols?” they looked at each other on a silent talk they have grown to develop along the years they have meet

Peter showed Ned his playlist full of Christmas carols and they connected a small speaker so they could hear the music through the whole apartment.

“ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

The speaker started to sing and soon both of them started to sing along.

“Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

Ned turned the volume up and stared to sing louder with Peter, making both girls to turn around and look at them. They were singing louder and louder each time the same lines were sung by the speakers on the living room.

“Ned!!!” Peter heard Betty over the loud music and pocked Ned for him to just sing louder

“Ned, Betty is calling you” Peter told Ned close to his ear so he made sure Ned was listening to him. He stopped singing and ran to the kitchen to hug Betty

“I’m here. Do you need anything?” Peter could see how soft Ned was around Betty all the time, it was really nice to see them so happy and comfortable with each other

“Yes. Can you do me a favor? Stop singing, please. I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible” Betty was looking at Ned with all the love in the planet but serious enough for Ned to know that she mean it

“Not just that the song is totally awful and the lyric doesn’t make sense but also that you both are terrible singers”

“Aw MJ! But the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!”

“Then can you take some singing lessons for next year?” MJ was teasing him, he wasn’t that bad at singing. He knew it

“Just if you sing with me” He had heard MJ singing and she was really good at it, but she never let anyone hear her singing too loudly, just soft whispers. With that comment MJ turned around and kept doing the base for the pizza. Ned said something to Betty’s ear and then gave her a little peck on the cheek and moved away from her.

Peter could see MJ and Betty chatting while Betty was putting some toppings for the pizza, at the same time she was telling Michelle something and they both looked excited over what they were speaking. Well, as excited as MJ could look over Betty’s news. Her face was mostly expressionless but her eyes were shinning, that was all he needed to know she was interested in whatever they were talking.

“Peter?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you stop looking at MJ with those puppy eyes and pay attention to me?” Ned had a mocking tone

“I’m not making “puppy eyes” at MJ”

“Then I’m getting worried if those eyes are for Betty” Ned was having too much fun mocking him “But seriously, I need to tell you something” Peter turned his head to see Ned’s face and found mixed emotions there

“What is it?”

“I need your help for buying Betty’s Christmas present”

“Yeah, of course. Do you know what to buy or you want me to ask her casually what she wants?”

“I know what I’m buying but I need you to go with me and pick it with me”

“Okaaaay… Can I know what is it? It’s like a big thing? Do we need to hire someone to help us take it to your house?” Peter was confused to say the least

“I’m buying an engagement ring” Ned spoke so fast and so quiet that if it wasn’t for Peter superpowers he had totally missed the phrase

“Ned, that’s amazing!” Peter was really happy for them and totally available to help them to be happy together

“It’s not a surprise, but it is a surprise. We have talked about getting married eventually and we have been dating for a long time and living together is just feels right, so I want to make it official” Peter had a small flashback to a few hours ago, how living with someone felt right. Him trying to catch MJ, making breakfast and shopping with Morgan. Some things felt right, so he totally got what Ned was talking about. Not that he was getting married to MJ but they were close enough to understand the feeling

“Tell me when and where and I will be there. I will be happy to help”

“Thanks! I really want to pick the perfect ring for her” now Ned was making puppy eyes at Betty. It was really cute to see them so in love after such a long time.

“Guys! Pizza is almost done so that movies better be ready” Betty was pointing at them with a spatula as a threat

“They will be ready when you both finish that delicious pizza, honey” Ned moved quickly to the bag were he had brought the movies for them to watch. They picked Love Actually, they all loved the movie and it was perfect for the season.

They girls took the two pizzas they made to the coffee table and some plates. Ned ran to the kitchen and grabbed some mugs and the soda from the fridge. Their sofa wasn’t big enough for the four of them so Peter sat on the floor and helped pouring the soda on the four mugs. MJ closed the curtains and turned off the light. When everything was ready Ned sat with Betty lying on the couch with her head on Ned’s lap. Peter knew MJ wasn’t going to make Betty move to a sitting position for her to sit on the sofa with them, so she sat next to Peter on the floor.

Ned took the remote and stared the movie. Soon enough they finished the homemade pizzas and drank the soda. MJ covered herself with a blanket after half the movie and rested her head on the couch, close to Betty’s knees. Peter could see her trying not to fall asleep, he moved to place his empty mug on the coffee table and placed himself closer to MJ than he was before.

Their arms were pressed against each other and he felt MJ laughing softly to something happening on the movie. He wasn’t paying attention anymore, too focused on the heat radiating from MJ while she was tightly wrapped on her blanket. Was she actually cold? While Peter was divagating, MJ placed her head on Peter shoulder and he froze.

He thanked every God, Lord and Supreme master he was taller than MJ now, just for a few centimeters but that small difference made easier for them to keep the posture without hurting MJ’s neck. He tried not to breath too hard to not bother her or make her move, he also pretended not to hear her heart racing while placing his head over hers  and then slowing down as she felt asleep. The movie was coming to an end and he tried to look at Ned.

Betty was asleep on Ned’s lap and he was playing with her hair. They shared a look and decided to wake the girls up so they could all go to sleep. After they woke up, Betty and Ned decided to go home, it wasn’t late after all. MJ and Peter organized the room and lifted everything from the coffee table and took the plates and mugs to the kitchen. Peter was definitely skipping patrol, he wanted to rest a little now that Rhino had disappeared several days ago. He knew he was coming back any minute and he needed to be ready for that.

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #baby it's cold outside #ned leeds #betty brant #michelle jones mcu #peter parker mcu

[gleekto]

Summary: College AU/Famous!Blaine and Fanboy!Kurt - Kurt POV

Kurt really doesn’t have time to figure out the dating world between being a freshman at prestigious theatre school, LAADA,  and his active but secret blogging life in the Sing!Fandom. So what if Sing! ended last year? There are still fics to read and actors to follow. Especially the uber talented heartthrob lead, Blaine Anderson. He can act. He can sing. He can even dance. He’s gay. He’s out. And he’s only 24. Kurt is willing to twiddle his thumbs and click refresh until Blaine Anderson’s next project.

He just didn’t expect the next project to be on his roommate Rachel’s new TV show.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Even Better than the Real Thing (10/13)

Kurt drops the phone as his heart starts to race and panic takes over. He feels like he’s going to throw up. No. He doesn’t have time to throw up. He immediately signs on to tumblr and deletes his blog. Gone. But it’s too late anyways. He calls Mercedes on autopilot. 

“It’s over, Mercedes,” Kurt shakes as he says it. “He knows.”

“What? Who knows what?” But he can practically see the information dawn on her as she says it. “He knows you were a fan? Shit.”

“Yes, specifically, he knows that I was LimaBlaineFan - and I say was because I just deleted.”

“Oh my god, Kurt. How did this happen? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay. And I don’t know. Or I can guess. He surprise visited me and I forgot to close my laptop screen and I must have left him in my room while I was dealing with Rachel and her oat milk,” Kurt puts the pieces together. “Fucking oat milk.”

“So he ended it on the spot?”

“No. God. He didn’t even say anything. He must have  seen something but not much, gone home and read the blog, and then texted me 24 hours later with a terse goodbye.”

“So what did he say?” Kurt sends her the text. “It’s not great,” She agrees. “But that’s not exactly closure.”

“I don’t think I get closure after what I did. Just memories of our night together and of what an idiot I am.” Kurt goes over the whole story with Mercedes - how he obviously wanted to be chill when he met Blaine, didn’t want to seem like a desperate fanboy but just a friend of Rachel’s - which he is! That wasn’t a lie. And he always made sure to give Blaine an out, not to talk too much, but Blaine kept wanting to talk and flirt and - well, as soon as he really started to believe that they were more than friendly acquaintances with a mutual friend, he stopped blogging. But it was too late by that point to say ‘Oh by the way, I was such a big fan of Sing! that I have a blog about it and your name may feature.’ But he knows it’s all an excuse. Blaine told him the first time they met that a fan is not a friend. And he didn’t heed the warning. Or tell the truth.

Mercedes listens to the story she already knows, and affirms and agrees, but unfortunately, can’t really fix a situation that can’t be fixed. Kurt spends the night staring at his ceiling and the next day moping around the house, tired and cranky. He binges Gossip Girl and eats popcorn and texts Mercedes sad face emojis.

Even Rachel notices that something’s wrong when she comes in that evening.  “You’re still in pajamas?” She looks at him quizzically. “And you look like hell.”

“Thanks?”

“And I only point that out because it’s very unlike you.”

“I guess that is actually a compliment.”

“What’s wrong?” Before he thinks of what he’s going to say, Rachel interrupts again. “Wait. Blaine was a wreck today - bags under his eyes, forgot all his lines. Just said he had a rough night. Okay, Kurt. What is going on with you two?”

“Nothing now.”

“Now?”

“It’s not working out, okay?” Rachel starts to say something again but thinks better of it.

“Okay,” She seems to clue in to the fact that he does not want to talk about it. “I’ll go out later to get you a piece of cheesecake from Henry’s.” His favourite cheesecake place. 

“Thank you,” He says sincerely. “Best therapy.”

...

After his cheesecake, which did take his mind off the mess of his life for at least 15 minutes, he moves back to his bedroom for night two of ceiling gazing, when his phone buzzes.

Blaine: So you didn’t respond.

He stares at the message, willing the right response to come to him.

Kurt: I honestly just don’t know what to say. Other than I’m sorry. I guess that’s what I should have said.

Blaine: So you are LimaBlaineFan, right?

Kurt: Guilty. Very guilty.

Blaine: Shit.

Kurt: I know we’re done - it’s my fault. You don’t need to say anything.

Kurt can’t actually bear the idea of Blaine lecturing him on honesty amidst crushing his heart.

Blaine: It is your fault. But we should talk.

Kurt: We should?

Blaine: Meet me at the Coffee Bean tomorrow at 3, okay?

Kurt: Let me check my calendar.

Blaine: Cheeky.

Kurt knows he made him smile despite himself.

Kurt: I’ll be there.

...

Kurt gets to the Coffee Bean half an hour early so he can be sure to be there first. He buys Blaine his favourite medium drip and adds a vanilla almond biscotti. 

“These for me?” Blaine says as he sits down across from Kurt.

“The least I could do.” Blaine rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but he accepts the coffee and cookie. “I’m really sorry. I should have told you.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Blaine says and pauses, sipping his coffee. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Kurt starts.

Blaine shrugs. “Go for it.”

“Why did you ask me to meet you for coffee? I mean, after finding out the guy you just -” Kurt gets red despite himself.

“Got naked with,” Blaine fills in.

“Yes - was actually a fan following your career-”

“And my body parts,” Blaine adds and Kurt gets much redder.

“I mean, I think that gives you license to fully ghost me without another word.”

“True,” Blaine nods his head. “But for one, you are my co-star’s roommate-”

“At least that’s true,” Kurt sighs at himself.

“Also, I’m not an asshole.”

“But I probably gave you reason to think that I am one.”

“No - which is the real reason I wanted to talk. The timeline.” Kurt looks at him confused. “Your blog on tumblr. It seems like once we met, you only blogged a few times. And by the time I was interested in you, you stopped posting.”

Kurt nods, giving himself an internal high five for at least one decent choice. “I did. Right after we-”

“Made out all night?” Blaine has got to stop putting these images back into his head in the midst of a break up conversation.

“No. It was before that. After you  - you know we talked in my room-”

Blaine remembers, smiling.  “When I got you to tell me you had never been kissed so I could tell you that you should be.”

“You’re so calculating,” Kurt shakes his head.

Blaine raises his hands in defense. “My intentions were pure, I promise. Besides, I could say the same about you.”

“I wasn’t calculating! I wasn’t even trying to be your friend, let alone your, you know. I am definitely not sophisticated enough to try to deceive you to get you into bed, god. I was just trying to seem reasonably normal and cool around my roommate’s new co-star who by complete coincidence was my celebrity crush of the last four years. It was way too uncool to reveal my alter ego to you.”

Blaine smiles, probably despite himself. “Can I tell you some of my favourites?”

“Oh god.”

It seems Blaine spent the better part of his evening delving deeply into the fandom mind of LimaBlaineFan, because he had screencapped some of Kurt’s oldest, and cringiest posts.

-Why isn’t he shirtless in that scene? The other guys are shirtless. Roy is hot. And no, I don’t think he’s embarrassed. 

“Well, you are right about that. I’m not camera shy.” 

-Thank God Blaine Anderson has a better fashion sense than Roy. Roy and his loose jeans and sweatpants - how would I even catch a glimpse? But did you see Blaine on that red carpet? Maroon suit, pants so tight. His ass is perfection.

-Blaine’s interview for Pride was perfection. He says we might even catch him out on the dance floors, dancing with some hotties. Maybe then he’ll be shirtless.

And of course, Blaine appreciated Kurt’s hard work on one of his most recent posts - The privileges and pitfalls of playing straight for an out gay actor: Quotes from Blaine Anderson’s interviews.

Kurt lets Blaine read each one, sitting silent in embarrassment and biting his lip through it all. It’s the least he deserves. Just as Blaine finishes his list and Kurt is about to go into profuse apology once again,  they’re interrupted.

A young woman who looks about seventeen scurries quickly up to their table. “Hi. I’m sorry. I know you’re busy. I’m just such a huge fan of Sing! And now That’s So Rachel-” - If that was a fan test, she passed. She knows both shows. That’s a minimum. “Can I get a pic with you?”

“Of course. Thank you so much for watching.” Blaine takes her phone like a pro and angles it so he and the girl are both in it, Kurt trying to avoid being the photobomb in the background. Blaine turns back to him as the girl leaves. 

“I guess that would’ve been me a few months ago.”

“For you, I might have even given a hug. Or the coveted kiss on the cheek. I always try to connect with the gay guy fans.”

“You succeeded?” Kurt tries and Blaine laughs. At least the energy between them is better. Much better. Like he won’t have to hide in a corner if he’s ever at an event with Blaine again or anything like that.

“I guess I did.”

“The first time I met you, you told me that a fan is not a friend.”

“I did.”

“Would you have asked me out if you had known from the beginning?”

“Probably not. Against the rules.”

“That’s what I thought.” There’s an awkward pause - Kurt’s not sure there’s anything else to say and apparently Blaine agrees because he switches the topic to the latest script and his excitement about working with Patti Lupone - who apparently, even gets to slap him. By the time they leave the café, Kurt feels relieved. He’s survived his first break up. Not that they were really together. He doesn’t have the energy to grieve the loss of kissing, and touching, and ironically still not having seen Blaine shirtless (pantless, yes). He’s sure it will hit him like a ton of bricks after he finally gets a real night of sleep, and then he will have Rachel prepare the cheesecake. Again. 

He crawls into bed early that night, grateful the shock and awful adrenaline of the last two days has finally left his body. His phone buzzes as he closes his light and he plans to text Mercedes back to tell her he’ll update her tomorrow. But it’s not Mercedes.

Blaine: Some rules are made to be broken.

#even better than the real thing #gleekto writes

[senbons]

*tagged by @aluxuryissohardtofind-blog--blog​

since i’m such a roll this morning and finally answering

NAME:  luc AGE: ew BIRTHDATE: nov 12 PRESENT ADDRESS:  ny ny

Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with  92 Truths about you. At the end, choose  peoples to be tagged. You have  to tag the person who tagged you. WHAT WAS YOUR: 1. Last beverage = coffee 2. Last phone call =  last night, friend to discuss pros/cons of electoral college 😂 3. Last text message = from minuteclinic about covid test results 😂 4. Last song you listened to = daydreams, maisie peters 😭😭😭 5. Last time you cried = ugh this morning teared up in the boruto ep HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice = yes 7. Been cheated on = yes 8. Kissed someone & regretted it = not particularly 9. Left someone = yes 10. Been depressed = yes, but not clinically 11. Been drunk and threw up = yes

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: 12. navy 13. green 14. grey

LAST YEAR (2020) HA, HAVE YOU: 15. Made a new friend = yes, but not good friends (covid bb) 16. Fallen out of love = no 17. Laughed until you cried  = yes 18. Met someone who changed you = no 19. Found out who your true friends were = no 20. Found out someone was talking about you = not irl i think 21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend’s list = no facebook. but no, no one i follow on social media i think GENERAL: 22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = no fb (though i get on my younger brothers sometimes to stalk a boy i’ll never date but think we’d be perfect 😭) 24. Do you have any pets = dog 25. Do you want to change your name =  not now, but i did as a kid 26. What did you do for your last birthday = idek? dinner w parents. quarantine! 27. What time did you wake up today = 6:30 (every morning) 28.What were you doing at midnight last night = reading 29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = derry girls s3. only thing i’m looking forward to in this world.  30. Last time you saw your Mother = early nov 31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = gone for it earlier  32. What are you listening to right now = final (take 1) -- miles davis (ascenseur pour l’echafaud) 33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = i know some toms. not close friends though. 34. What’s getting on your nerves right now = travel planning  35. Most visited webpage = gmail  37. Nickname =  luc’s short enough. friends have some other version, but not really 38. Relationship Status = single and commitment-averse 39. Zodiac sign = scorpio 40. He or She = she 41. Elementary = mostly good memories 42. High School = almost all good memories 43. College = good mix of things. bad and good. mostly good. love, friends, etc. 44. Hair color = dirty blonde 45. Long or short = long atm 46. Height = 5'6" 47. Do you have a crush on someone? yes, but little ones. nothing serious 48. What do you like about yourself? = my broad amount of knowledge, ability to think on my feet, analytical skills, physical strength, music collection 49. Piercings = three on lobe of right ear + 1 cartlidge, regular single lobe on left  50. Tattoos = one, left wrist 51. Righty or lefty = righty

FIRST : 52. First surgery = appendix 53. First piercing = regular ear piercings 54. First friends = family friends who had kids same age  55. First sport you joined = organized? soccer, pick-up? baseball 56. First vacation = guatemala (i was a few months though so doesn’t really count) 58. First pair of trainers = sneakers? idk, had them as a baby RIGHT NOW: 59. Eating = nothing 60. Drinking = coffee 61. I’m about to = workout 62. Listening to = i don’t mind -- darren criss (homework EP) 63. Waiting for = covid test results YOUR FUTURE : 64. Want kids? = yes 65. Get Married? = divorced 66. Career? = not lawyer WHICH IS BETTER : (idk if this is about me or in others? answering in general) 67. Lips or eyes = eyes 68. Hugs or kisses = hugs 69. Shorter or taller = tall i guess 70. Older or Younger = younger 71. Romantic or spontaneous = romantic 72. Nice stomach or nice arms = stomach 73. Sensitive or loud = sensitive 74. Hook-up or relationship = hook up 75. Trouble maker or hesitant = trouble maker HAVE YOU EVER : 76. Kissed a stranger = yes 77. Drank hard liquor = yes 78. Lost glasses/contacts = story of my life 79. Sex on first date = yes 80. Broke someone’s heart = yes 81. Had your own heart broken = yes 82. Been arrested = no 83. Turned someone down = yes 84. Cried when someone died = yes 85. Fallen for a friend = not seriously

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 86. Yourself = yes 87. Miracles = yes, in kismet ways, not god-given 88. Love at first sight = maybe 89. Heaven = no 90. Santa Claus = no 91. Kiss on the first date = believe in? sure? 92. Angels = haven’t you heard? they become gay and die

tagged: @shkdai there now we’re even and you can spend the half hour this just took me😭😭😭😭

#personal #dumb dumb dumb #56?

[aphrodites-law]

My Favorite

Trope: Soulmate marks.

Twist: Lexa doesn’t have one. Clarke does.

4/? - (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

~

Lexa's first week of teaching was as much a learning curve for her as it was for her students. Starting middle school was a big step, and the nerves of some kids were especially noticeable. Lexa managed quite quickly to spot who the quiet ones were and who would give her trouble, and other than a few hiccups, everything had gone according to plan. Teaching the same subject multiple times a day wouldn't always be the most rewarding thing, but she was excited about the highs and the lows ahead.

Friday came quickly. By the time Lexa made it back to her apartment around 4pm, she had already questioned what she should wear a dozen times. She'd even texted Anya, but her friend had been no help, suggesting she forgo clothes entirely. She opted for slim black pants and a blouse in the end, left her hair loose and bought a bottle of wine on the way. Clarke hadn’t given her any hint as to what they would do, or if it was even a date at all, but wine always seemed appropriate.  

When she got to Griffin Hotel, Lexa walked into the foyer and saw Jake reading a magazine behind the counter.

"Hi, Jake."

He looked up and set his magazine aside. "Ah, I figured."

"Pardon?"

"She'll be right down."

Jake tapped the call bell twice and then looked toward the stairs. Lexa noticed a few decorations and strings of lights in boxes on the desk.

"Are you having an event?" She asked.

"Good friends of the family getting married soon," Jake nodded, looking quite proud. "We're throwing a casual get-together in the garden tomorrow."

Footsteps coming down the stairs made Lexa turn her head. She saw Clarke come her way and felt her heart speed up.

Hi, Clarke mouthed.

Lexa felt like a teenager all over again, as if they were on their way to prom rather than on a first… whatever this was. Clarke was wearing a pale yellow dress with a jean jacket over it, and a purse slung over her shoulder.  

"Hi. I… got this. Don't know if it's any good honestly," Lexa said while extending the wine.

Clarke smiled sweetly and signed thank you, which Lexa was thrilled to understand. She'd done her best to keep studying daily since their last encounter, picking up on very basic etiquette thanks to hours of YouTube videos. Clarke turned to her father and set the wine on the counter, signing something that made him shrug.  

"No guarantees any will be left, kiddo."

Clarke rolled her eyes before taking Lexa's arm to make their way outside. Lexa had already noticed with Raven that people didn't sign back to Clarke, instead answering her vocally. Maybe it was just the way Clarke preferred interacting, though Lexa still intended to practice as much as possible. She was a long way from a conversation, and the night ahead would surely present some challenges in terms of communication, but Lexa didn't have a worry in the world about it. Clarke had not let go of her arm since they walked out of the hotel, which meant that, as far as Lexa was concerned, the night was already perfect.

"I'm into the mystery," she said after a while, "but is there any way you'd disclose a general location of where we're going?"

Clarke shook her head with the ghost of a smile on her face.

"Is it a restaurant?"

Clarke squeezed her arm, which Lexa guessed meant- "Am I lukewarm?"

Clarke seemed determined to keep her expression in check.

"A movie?"

At that, Clarke wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah, I'm not really a fan either on first d-" Lexa bit her lip. "Hard to get to know someone that way."

They walked past a small park, where street lamps illuminated the sidewalk lined with trees. With the end of summer was coming the fall of leaves, leaving the ground covered. Lexa had never been around this part of the city before, but she was looking forward to the changing season taking over the city.

“So you were out of town?” she asked Clarke.

Clarke stopped walking and suddenly motioned for Lexa’s phone.

“Oh, sure.” Lexa watched Clarke take her phone and then type something dizzyingly fast. She gave it back to Lexa before grabbing her own and repeating the process. Lexa felt her phone vibrate. She looked down and found a text:

Clarke 🙊

Sorry, it’ll be faster like this than the notepad.

Lexa nodded. “Of course. Whatever you prefer. You can sign too; helps me rewire my brain.”

They started walking down the sidewalk again. Another message appeared: 

I’m an art therapist. Sometimes I go over to Arkadia to my mom’s rehabilitation center.

“That’s amazing,” Lexa said. “What kind of art?”

Clarke signed slowly, which Lexa picked up on thanks to the context. She'd found that context was key in understanding most phrases, as there were sometimes fewer nuances in vocabulary than spoken language. She understood ‘painting’, ‘drawing’, and ‘sculpting’, though the rest seemed to be a lost cause no matter how slow Clarke signed it.

“Oh, I know, you set bowling balls on fire,” Lexa guessed.

Clarke laughed, then texted again: HOW did you get that?

“You don't have to deny it; that was a very obvious fireball sign, Clarke."

Clarke shook her head with amusement, eyes watering a bit. Lexa couldn’t stop smiling. "Your secret's safe with me."

Slowly, they made their way toward a more active part of the city, where the nightlife seemed to come alive. There were packed bars and restaurants, people coming in and out of movie theaters, and large groups chatting on sidewalks. They took a turn on a narrower street, where Clarke stopped by a heavy door and pounded her fist against it. The door was so thick that it barely made any noise at all. What kind of place could be tucked away and looking like the entrance to an abandoned warehouse?

They waited just a moment before a tall man with a shaved head opened the door.

“Hey, Clarke. Long time no see!”

They hugged before the man stepped aside to let them in. Once inside, it was like they had entered a bubble. Singing and music could be heard from the room over.

Lexa extended her hand to the man. “Hi. I'm Lexa.”

“Lincoln,” he answered with a firm grip. “You teach at Polis MH, right?”

Lexa glanced at Clarke. “Yes, how do you-“

“Oh I think you’ll find it’s a pretty small city. My wife is a substitute there. Come on in!”

Once past the narrow corridor, they were led into a room that looked like an underground bar. Lexa had never seen a place like it. It seemed like a speakeasy that had stood the test of time, now refurbished but still with a distinctive look that gave it an old-fashioned appeal. Where Raven's coffee shop was all geared toward science and the future, this bar was firmly rooted in the past. Most of the patrons were gathered by a makeshift stage, where a woman with a smoky voice sang indie tunes backed by her band.

Clarke looked at Lexa intently, eager for her reaction.

"Wow. I would’ve never found this place in a million years."

Clarke took her arm with a grin, leading her to the bar. The bartender, a short and robust woman with cropped hair, immediately signed at her. Clarke made a two sign before turning to Lexa, who had no clue what had just been ordered but reached for her wallet regardless.

"I'll take hers," she started to offer, but felt a hand cover her wrist. Clarke shook her head at her.

"I asked you out, it's only fair."

Clarke pointed to the ceiling.

"I know you chose the place but that won't change my mind."

Clarke huffed. Lexa looked around and then brightened when she saw an empty pool table in the back.

“Do you play?” She asked.

Clarke shrugged. Lexa took Clarke's hand and led her to the table.

“Alright, how about this...” Lexa trailed off, overly confident in her pool skills. “Whoever wins a game of eight-ball gets to cover the tab.”

Clarke arched a brow and mouthed Deal. She grabbed a cue stick and took the rack off the table, then leaned down with her cue in place. Her tongue peeked out just a hint as she focused and then took a powerful shot, knocking three balls in the pockets.

Oohs erupted around them as Lexa’s mouth fell open. Clarke stood up and stared straight at her from across the table, pretending to blow on the cue like it was a smoking gun before she actually winked.

“Fuck me.”

~

The night went by quickly, so quickly that when Lexa saw that it was well after midnight, her heart clenched in disappointment. They'd played a few more games of pool, all of which Lexa had badly lost, and then went on to try some of the cocktails on the list. They'd listened to the songs - where Lexa had fought against the urge to invite Clarke to dance, thinking maybe it was too soon - tried a game of darts, and then eventually had left to get some fresh air.

In the most casual way, Clarke had slipped her hand in Lexa's while they walked down the longest street in the city. It was thrumming with life and excitement; neon colors in places and soft glows in others. Clarke pointed things out that Lexa missed, like the murals on the sides of buildings or the food trucks she liked. Lexa bought two gelatos while Clarke quickly chatted with friends they'd bumped into, smiling cheekily when Clarke narrowed her eyes at her.  

"We said cover the bar tab, not cover the entire night…" she'd justified.  

When they made it back to the front of the hotel, Lexa couldn't believe their night was already over. Clarke let go of her hand and leaned against a part of the brick wall. Lexa took a deep breath.

"Tonight was incredible," she said softly. "Thank you for showing me around. And crushing me at pool - it was a needed wake-up call."

Clarke grinned. Lexa didn't want to see things that perhaps weren’t there, but Clarke… looked at her in a way that made it hard to ignore the flutter in her chest. Trying to stall, she glanced toward the door and noticed a wooden sign propped up by it, with Echo & Bellamy carved in it.

"Echo and Bellamy… are they the ones who took six years to date?"

Clarke nodded. She seemed to get an idea then and typed a message:

You should come to the party we’re throwing them tomorrow. Starts at 5pm; it'll be fun.

Lexa felt mild panic, thinking maybe Clarke felt the need to invite her because she'd brought it up.

"Oh, I wouldn't- I'm sure it's friends and relatives only…"

Clarke bit her lip, perhaps just as aware this was moving fast. Inviting someone to friends' engagement party wasn't without its own implications. She signed something slowly, which Lexa guessed the meaning of.

"I'll think about it," she agreed.

Clarke seemed relieved. Her eyes flickered down to Lexa's lips before she caught herself and quickly signed something, easy enough for Lexa to understand.

"Goodnight, Clarke," she answered before watching her go.

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In the end, there was very little to think about. Lexa had slept the best she'd had in weeks, on cloud nine after her night with Clarke. She couldn’t explain why she felt such a need to see her again, like time was wasted without her.  She had picked out her best summer dress and stopped second-guessing herself. 

On her way to the hotel, she picked out flowers, figuring that if it was clearly too much, she could always play them off as a last-minute gift to the bride-to-be. She walked inside and stopped by the desk, but the foyer was empty. Lexa figured she should text Clarke first.

She’d pulled up their conversation when she glanced at the desk and did a sudden double-take. 

A photo of Clarke tucked between the computer and a stack of papers caught her eye. She was wearing a graduation gown and standing next to her father with a wide smile. But the sleeve of her gown was pulled down, showing off an unmistakable mark. 

Lexa’s heart sank in her stomach. 

It was minuscule, just four words from what she could see, but so faded they were illegible. Anyone would miss them at a glance, but wrist tattoos were illegal for the Markless, and as such Lexa knew it couldn't be anything else.

Clarke had a soulmate. 

It was all it took to crush Lexa’s hopes. She looked away from the photo and tried to calm her breathing. But why was she so surprised? Of course Clarke would have a mark. Of course she was destined to happiness that someone like Lexa wouldn't be able to provide.

Lexa had thought that settling wouldn’t be as bad as they said if it was with someone like Clarke. She was creative, kind, confident and unbelievably patient - and they'd made each other laugh. What else did anyone need in a partner? Lexa had thought she’d felt a connection, but the ending was always the same: dreams turned into dust. There it was - the mark that made it clear she would just be a layover again. That Clarke would entertain her until she met her soulmate and Lexa became an obstacle to walk around.

But Lexa couldn't go through that pain again. This time she knew it would be too much to bear if she allowed Clarke to hold her heart in her hands. She couldn't do it. Wishing for the best when the best didn't happen to people like her… was self-destruction.

Clarke would get over it. She was with her friends, she'd be fine. Maybe tonight she'd even bump into someone else and they'd utter the words that would change everything for her.

Feeling herself tremble, Lexa set the flowers on the front desk before she darted outside. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and wiped a quick hand over her watery eyes. These feelings that had grown - she would nip them in the bud, and swiftly.

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At the peak of the celebration, while families and friends were still enjoying the food and drinks, Clarke found herself wandering between the garden and the front of the hotel. She looked down at her watch and then around again, disappointed that there was still no sign of Lexa.

She found a discarded bouquet of flowers at the front desk and picked it up to put it in water, wondering who could've gotten such nice flowers only to forget them. Later, in the garden, she sat on one of the benches and watched Echo and Bellamy slow-dancing, clearly not bothered by Echo's round belly between them. Clarke's smile slowly fell as she noticed just how many pairs had gotten up to dance as well. She ran her hands down her dress and looked toward the cobbled path, sighing when no one appeared.

Perhaps something had come up at the last minute. Or she'd been too hasty. She looked down at her mark and rubbed her finger over it, frowning when she noticed something.

She lifted her wrist up closer, thinking it was a trick of light, but there was no mistaking it: her mark had faded more.

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Part 5

#clexa #clarke x lexa #f: my favorite

[devil-kindred]

Get to Know Me - raisinghellinotherworlds

Saw @pd3 do this and though I’d give it a go!

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1. Name : Siren (it’s a pseudonym!)

2. Nationality: American

3. Age: 27

4. Birthday: January 29th

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign): Aquarius

6. Gender: Female

7. Sexuality: Heterosexual

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8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)

For the record this is the only recent picture of myself I like and this is about as much of my face as you’ll ever see bc I know my angles.

9. What do you/did you study?: I went to school for a Bachelors in Arts with and emphasis on Sciences but never finished it bc 1) college is expensive and 2) I don’t know what I want to do career-wise so there’s not a point in going back anymore.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have?: I’m a service desk associate at a department store. Something where I could deal with less people bc boy does this job push my patience sometimes.

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11. What is your birth order?: Firstborn/Oldest.

12. How many siblings do you have?: Technically four, but only two living.

13. Do you have good relations with your family?: My immediate family. My siblings are closer to each other (but they’re only two years apart) but we get along. I also have a good relationship with my parents though I’m not as close to my mom as I could be it’s hard to forget the not nice things your parent say to you as a kid.

14. How many friends do you have?: Lots though only a few I see/talk to on a regular basis.

15. Your relationship status: Single.

16. What do you look for in a SO?: Intelligent, kind, has a sense of humor.

17. Do you have a crush?: I guess.

18. When was your first kiss?: WHY *sighs* I was... 25.

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?: I’ve... never been in an actual relationship? I’d like to say serious.

20. What are your deal breakers? Being rude, cheating, and treating me like a child/you know what’s best for me/someone in need of saving (new flash, i am not your princess peach/some damsel in distress. If you need to rescue someone I am not your girl).

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21. How was your day?: It’s still early into the day and I go to work in about an hour and a half and I get to close so we’ll see!

22. Favourite food & drink: French Fries. Or anything with potatoes. I’m a fiend. And Dr. Pepper or Coffee.

23. What position do you sleep in?: On my side/stomach on the part of the bed that’s against the wall.

24. What was your last dream about?: It was... highly NSFT and no, I will not go into detail.

25. Your fears: I’m not a fan of spiders or bugs of any kind really, I hate clowns, and I don’t like thunderstorms. Or tornados.

26. Your dreams: Move, either out of state or out of the country.

27. Your goals: See above.

28. Any pets?: A bird, Momo.

29. What are your hobbies?: Writing, playing video games, and reading (fanfic or books)

30. Any cool places in your area?: I’m sure there are but I live in a town surrounded by corn and other farmland so... it’s anyone’s best guess.

31. What was your last awkward situation?: The other day when a customer stared at me for a solid three minutes when I explained that due to the pandemic we’re no longer offering one of our services in an effort to reduce contact.

32. What is your last regret?: That I didn’t realize the true nature of some people who I no longer speak to sooner.

33. Language/s you can speak: English, Spanish (I’m so rusty though), a little bit of French, and a teeny tiny bit of Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.): I believe in my many things so yes.

35. Have any quirks?: Uh... I mess with my hair when I’m nervous? & the more nervous I get my (already high) voice gets higher and will go up several octaves the more nervous I get?

36. Your pet peeves: People in my apartment building slamming the front door all the damn time.

37. Ideal vacation: Somewhere with nice scenery and where it’s calm.

38. Any scars?: Quite a few small ones on my head from a car accident when I was just a baby (I went through a window- got a few scrapes but other than that was unharmed) and one on my hand (it’s on both sides of my hand too) from when I was toddler and got bit by a dog.

39. What does your last text message say?: “I’ll let you know when I get some gameplay posted!” I have a sideblog for casual TS4 gameplay. Was telling a friend that I was going to post new stuff soon.

40. Last 5 things from your search history: No thanks! It’s all just checking if a word is really a word and spelling anyways.

41. What’s your [Device] background?: Lockscreen is a wallpaper from FFXV ft. The Chocobros; Hope Screen is Sam & Evie.

42. What do you daydream about?: Writing mostly.

43. Describe your dream home: Decent amount of space, a library room to hold all my books... good lighting, comfy.... preferably NOT in the middle of nowhere.

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion: I am not a fan. Particularly of Christianity but everyone has their own beliefs and in that regard, to each their own. Just don’t try to convert me bc the answer is f*ck no.

45. Your personality type: INFP.

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done?: Climbed onto the roof of the shed when I was little because I got something stuck up there.

47. Are you happy with your current life?: For the most part!

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life: Gymnastics, Ballet, etc.

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49. What does your wardrobe consist of?: Lots of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, flats, boots, etc.

50. Favourite colour to wear?: Black or Blue.

51. How would you describe your style?: Extremely casual.

52. Are you happy with your current looks?: Kinda? I really need to cut my hair because it’s gotten so long it’s annoying. But I can put up with it until it’s safe again bc pandemic. My hair is not that important I assure you.

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?: Oh God, could I be taller? Like at least 5’3”? Which is still teeny but better than my 4’9” ass.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos?: I have 3 piercings and three tattoos (two finished, one in progress)

55. Do you get complimented often?: Maybe? I’m oblivious to the point that you could have a flashing neon sign with the compliment written on it and it would probably still go over my head.

56. Favourite aesthetic?: Biker Chic!

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Neon.

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58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with?: Blessed Be - Spiritbox.

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like: If I like a song, I like it. But if I have to pick one, I know everyone hates Despacitio. I know, ok but I really like the original version bc I like the sound. Latin music always has a fun groove to it.

60. Favourite genre?: Rock & Metal.

61. Favourite artist/band/genre?: Type O Negative, Pallbearer, Ice Nine Kills. Give me all the goth rock/metal and just fun metal in general.

62. Hated popular songs/artists?: Oh boy... don’t hate me but I um... don’t care too much for T Swift? And I’m not a fan of country.

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5: Devil’s // Door - VCTMS, Karasu - The GazettE, Path - Apocalyptica, I Walk the Line - Halsey, Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine

64. Can you sing or play any instruments?: I can kinda play bass but I’m still learning so it’s just like... the very bare basics.

65. Do you like karaoke?: I’m very self-conscious so no.

66. Own any albums?: Yes, though majority are digital.

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations?: Yes. I have it on for background noise in my room in which case I don’t pay attention to it, but I have XM radio in my car where I listen to Octane/Liquid Metal/Turbo.

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68. Favourite movie/series?: The Dark Knight trilogy or Hellraiser or Nightbreed.

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc: Horror, Sci-fi, and fantasy.

70. Your fictional crush/es: Too many. Look at my OCs and their SO’s and you’ll find a bunch of them.

71. Which fictional character is you?: My friends would say Mira Jane from Fairy Tail. My bestie says Mercedes from Fire Emblem Three Houses (minus the devout part bc... I do not have nice feelings re-religion. You do you though!).

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so: Yes, and once again you’ll be reading for eternity. So I’ll sum it up as too many to list.

73. Favourite greek god?: Apollo.

74. A legend from where you live that you like: It’s said that before big disasters happen in the town I live in + the surrounding areas, that you’ll see a panther. Supposedly one has been seen before at least 4 different bad things that have happened over the years. I’m in the midwest though so take that as you will.

75. Do you like art?: I do but I don’t really have a favorite. ... I am kinda partial to Van Gogh though.

76. Can you share your other social media?: I have a Pinterest but since my other social media has my name (which I also share with an OC whoops. That’s what I get for being indecisive and going the first name the name generator gave me) I’d rather not. If you ask and we’re friends I’ll probably give it to you but...

77. Favourite youtubers?: I don’t really watch too many anymore but I’ve been watching a lot of jacksepticeye’s gameplay. Aside that I tend to just watch channels like PlayStation Access or Outsidexbox.

78. Favourite platform?: Instagram

79. How much time do you spend on the internet?: More than I should, I’m sure.

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? Uh, if I had to list them all you’d literally be reading this for eternity. To sum it up, I mostly play RPGs/JRPGs, open-world, survival horror (my fave), and a few (emphasis on few) FPS. Favorites are (once again with a limit): Bioshock, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Until Dawn, Silent Hill 2, and Fatal Frame.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts): do you know how f*cking hard this question is as someone who’s a bookworm? Ok, ok um... Gotta have a limit or I’ll never shut up... um... Three favorites: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, Horns by Joe Hill, and American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

82. Do you play board/card games?: On occasion! They’re best with bigger groups but alas, my apartment is rather small and I don’t have a lot of space for multiple people so I don’t play them often.

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? No, but it sounds fun.

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween!

85. Are you into dramas?: As in, tv dramas? Kinda? I have a friend on lived in SK for a time and got into K-dramas so I watch them with her from time-to-time when she visits.

Would you use a Death Note if you had one?: No.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?: Oh boy... make everyone get along, ensure everyone could live their life to the best possible, etc.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse?: Possibly.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?: I’m going with mythical instead of strictly paranormal but... a vampire!

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?: As in to my body? Cremate me. To my stuff, give my books to a good home and take care of my bird.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?: Most people call me by my middle name already since I got tired of people calling me the wrong name (& I like my middle name better) and insisting my first name was actually a nickname (it’s not, it’s the same as the musician I’m named after) so if I were to eventually be bothered enough, I’d have it legally changed to my middle name.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week?: I don’t know to be honest. I’m fairly happy with my life so I think I’d just not switch.

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: 🌊

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true: I took karate classes for several years, I’ve never dyed my hair, I’ve had two jobs thus far.

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95. Cold or hot?: Cold I guess? If we’re talking in reference to seasons give me cool (aka Fall).

96. Be a hero or be a villain?: Hero because being a villain would mean I’d have to be mean to people and I can’t even pick the mean options in video games without feeling guilty so...

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?: um... no? I’m not quite certain what this means but I’m going to go with no?

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time?: Shapeshifting!

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?: Immortal.

#get to know me #get to know siren #my face #please DON’T REBLOG #my apologies to anyone on mobile #i put a read more and it shows up if i view my blog in my web browser but isn’t showing when i view it in the app!

[rinnnyxr]

What have you done before you turned 18 Gone on a date Joined a sport club Dyed your hair Kissed someone Gone on a road trip Gone to prom Accepted yourself Accepted other people Attended a concert Learned self-defense Asked out your crush Learned to drive Learned an instrument Learned a new language Gone on a plane Gotten a job Gone out alone Learned to cook Given a donation Cooked for your friends

About Me What I am currently doing: studying | working | traveling | chilling | nothing yet | retired My relationship status: single | taken | it’s complicated What’s important to me: family | friends | love | money | travel | health | pets | career My personality: funny | loyal | honest | kind | caring | creative | generous | introvert | ambivert | extrovert I am: watching tv | listening to music | eating | drinking | hanging out with friends | hanging out with family | in pajamas | in my bedroom | in my living room | somewhere other than my home

This or That chicken or pork lemon or lime asparagus or eggplant mushrooms or pickles strawberries or blueberries carrot or corn zucchini or broccoli noodles or rice apple or pear avocado or pumpkin notifications on or notifications off procrastinate or do everything in time messy or in order work alone or group work make questions or answer questions extrovert or introvert computer or laptop lose things or find things passenger or driver dine-in or delivery

Fashion formal or casual neutrals or colors denim or leather flats or heels every day or designer polka dots or stripes jeans or overall shorts or skirt boots or sneakers jewelry or accessories purse or bag

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I wash my hair every other day. I have an iPod. Apple juice > orange juice. My grades could probably be better. I can’t drive, but I want to learn. I would love to live in a big city. My shirt is black. I spend a lot of time on Facebook. I am watching TV right now. I share a room with someone. I would consider myself upper class. I keep a journal. I am a slow typer. I have a lot of guilty pleasures. I have had one of my pets since it was a baby. My nails are painted. I am always on time. I’m forgetful. I am the middle child in my family. I play video games. I wish I had more free time. I have too much free time. I am a good artist. I love to talk on the phone. I have a blanket covering me right now. I have brown eyes. I am Asian. My room is painted pink. I know where I want to go to college. I wore jeans today. I love baking. My job is stressful. I do not wear makeup. I play basketball. I am good at origami. Chemistry is my favorite class. English is my favorite class. Gym is my favorite class. I am using a laptop. I smoke weed. I am single. I have a lot of friends. I have no friends. I am very smart. I use Instagram. I have been to New York. I celebrate Christmas. I like Kanye West. I have good spelling and grammar. Dogs are my favorite animal. I drink coffee. I have done modelling. My favorite colour is either red or green. I am Jewish. I am a terrible singer. I am texting someone right now. I was born in the 90s. I know all the words to a Madonna song. I can play drums. I believe in Miracles. I like horror movies more than comedy movies. I rarely cry. I have no allergies. I have had the same phone for over a year. I have a child. My biggest pet peeve is people who don’t use their turn signals. I bite my nails. I have never had a proper job. My room is tidy. Baby Spice was my favorite Spice Girl. I am a picky eater. I smoke. I listen to more old music than new music. I miss Myspace. I still use Myspace. I don’t like it when people I don’t know very well touch me. I have some sort of mental disorder. I have been in a school play. I would rather be hot than cold. I think I am a good friend. I love iced tea. I have an addiction to something. I like little kids. Italian food > Mexican food. If I could go anywhere in the world, it would be somewhere in Asia. I am a morning person. I have been to see a movie in the past month. I am thin. Fried chicken is delicious. I have already planned out my wedding. I am bisexual or gay. I have been in a car accident. It is between 1 and 6pm right now. I can cook. I have plans tomorrow. My boyfriend’s name starts with ‘N’. I am over eighteen. I can rap. Pepsi is my favorite soda. I have Pinterest. My phone needs charging. I don’t like beer. I did not/am not going to my prom. I am a brunette. I have a fear of crowds. I worked out today. My first name has more than five letters. My dream car is a Mercedes. I get more than six hours sleep a night. I like 80s music. I am wearing PJs. I want to go into medicine. Chocolate is the best flavor of ice cream. When I drink, I usually drink vodka. I would hate to live forever. I am going to a party within the next two weeks. I need a hug. Astronomy interests me. I am happy.

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(This is by no means supposed to be used to figure out what your actual MBTI type is! You can find out what is yours through online tests or careful self-analysis. This is but a very simple Tumblr bold survey to kill some time, based mostly on each type’s most common characteristics.) Bold what you identify with: INTJ You think being ambitious is actually a positive trait. You are ambitious yourself. Learning how things work interests you. You consider yourself to be a rational person. You tend to be rather clueless when it comes to flirting. It’s hard to control your perfectionism. People have said you’re too judgmental before. You’re usually pretty self-confident. You’re hardworking and try not to slack off too much. 5/9 INTP You’re very creative. You prefer to be honest and straightforward about things. You tend to be a private person. Being left alone with your thoughts is often refreshing. People have considered you a weirdo before. You have a hard time expressing your feelings. You tend to be the skeptic one. It’s harder for you to believe in something that isn’t a fact. You’re really interested in science. 6/9 ENTJ You have little patience for stupid people. You have little patience for people in general. You come across as arrogant sometimes. You’re usually the leader of the group. Shy is something that you definitely aren’t. People have said you’re inspiring before. You never give up until you’ve tried everything you can. You wouldn’t mind being the boss of a team. You are often stubborn. 5/9 ENTP Debating excites you rather than scare you. You usually seize the opportunity to give your opinion on a topic. You enjoy learning about all sorts of different things for fun. You talk a lot in social situations… …Especially when what is being discussed is something you like. You’re good at brainstorming. You find it hard to focus on one thing at a time. You get bored too easily. You greatly dislike routine.

2/9 INFJ You believe in the paranormal/supernatural. Life would be a lot better if we lived in a world with magic. You’re very passionate about the things you care about. You’re usually altruistic. You’re very sensitive about criticism. You prefer to keep your private life to yourself. You can be too idealistic sometimes. Your perfectionism can be a problem. Fantasy stories are your favorite. 5/9 INFP You’re usually open-minded and flexible. You enjoy writing. You enjoy the arts in general. Working on things that require creativity is fun to you. You’re usually the peacemaker among your friends. Taking things too personally is one of your flaws. You get sensitive easily. People think you’re difficult to get to know. You feel really bad when you can’t help someone. 8/9 ENFJ You’re the friend people come to for advice. You’re very tolerant of different points of view. People say you’re the “natural leader” type. You can keep your cool in a stressful situation. You’ve gotten into fights on the behalf of your friends before. Your self-esteem is either up high or down low. Making decisions is very complicated for you. You’ve been considered naive before.

3/9 ENFP You’re way too curious. You’d be willing to try anything once. You’re always up for an adventure or exploring. You’re very observant of your surroundings. Making friends is easy for you. Your mind tends to hop from one thing to another without focusing. You tend to overthink too much. 2/9 ISTJ Honesty is the best policy to you. You do your best to meet your obligations. People sometimes are amazed by how patient you can be. You’re usually very responsible, or try to be. It’s hard for you to lose your temper. You’re often very hard on yourself, especially when something goes wrong. Once you have your mind set on something, it’s hard to change it. You prefer routine over trying new things.

5/9 ISFJ You’re the “mother” of your group of friends. You’re usually quiet in social situations. Taking care of others is something you genuinely love to do. Your feelings can get hurt way too easily. You often get out of your way to make people happier. You’re quite shy. You repress your feelings way too often. Change is something you prefer to avoid. You’ve gotten in trouble for being too nice for your own good before.

5/9 ESTJ You finish most of the things you start. You get shit done, period. You’re a very organized person. You prefer to stick to what you know works better. People have considered you a traditional person before. You can get aggressive when defending your ideas and principles. It’s hard for you to just relax. You hate to admit that the opinion of others matters a lot to you.

4/9 ESFJ You’re a sensitive and warm person. You’ve done charity before. You feel terrible at the mere possibility that you’ve hurt someone’s feelings. You end up apologizing a lot. People can confide you with their secrets knowing you’ll take them to your grave. Being needy is a problem you have sometimes. You get insecure easily. If a stranger strikes up conversation with you and starts ranting about something bad in their life, you’ll listen with genuine interest and want to cheer them up.

7/9 ISTP You tend to be optimistic about life. You’re actually a very logical person. You aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty when the situation gets tough. You’re usually quite relaxed. Worrying about the future is pointless, so you just live the present. It takes a lot to scare you. Sometimes it’s almost like you have no sense of self-preservation. Commitment is not something you’re very comfortable with.

3/9 ISFP You’re very artistic. It’s very important for you to pursue your passion. You avoid conflict at all costs and try to keep it minimum. Science may interest you, but it’s not something you’re crazy about. You’re the chill one in the group. When things get stressed, your go-to reaction is to shut down emotionally. You’re sensitive and cry pretty easily. Competition thrills you instead of scaring you.

4/9 ESTP Socializing is fun for you. You’re a go-getter for the most part. Mind games are not your thing - you prefer to communicate clearly. You like to stand out and be original in your looks or style. Emotionally charged situations are awkward for you. You’re prone to rebelling and being defiant. “Carpe diem” is a quote you live by. People have said you seem insensitive before.

5/9 ESFP You have very good people skills. You bring your artistic side into your words, actions, clothes, hair etc. You’re talkative, and sometimes talk way too much for your own good. Traditional people are usually boring to you. You love change. You’re really bad at planning long-term. You struggle a lot with things that require you to sit still and quiet. You need things to be exciting in order to get you motivated. 5/9 According to the survey, i’m INFP.

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I really, really, really love books! Sometimes, I can be really dramatic. I miss my sibling. ^They live somewhere else. I wish I had more friends to do things with. I just got a new phone. My cell phone is blue. I have a case for my cell phone. Lately, I haven’t been taking as many surveys as I usually do. I love apple juice. I have Verizon. I have a ton of books. ^My bookshelf can’t hold them all. All the good shows seem to be canceled or are over. I stay home on new years and watch the ball drop on TV. I used to hate Charles Dickens, but now I love him. I currently need a job. ^I’ve applied to many places. I like getting new sneakers. I have really bad back pain. I have scoliosis/know someone who has scoliosis. I have really bad heartburn. I’ve ordered a lot online recently. ^Mostly books. I know how to knit. ^I’m pretty damn crafty. I have a wireless mouse for my laptop. ^I’m not used to it (I keep using the one on my laptop). The Simpsons is better than Family Guy. I recently went shopping with my dad. I miss all of the old 90’s shows!

[andtheyweredeskmates]

Of Latte’s and Lingerie-Chapter 10

Hello friends, I have briefly surfaced from work to drop this chapter. I hope you guys like it! Let me know if anyone wants to be added to my taglist!!

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Marinette had mixed feelings about going to see Alya. On the one hand, she was excited to see what warranted an “emergency meeting.”  Alya calling for an emergency meeting usually had more to do with drama than an actual emergency. Which Marinette didn’t mind listening to. But on the other hand, when Alya had finished ranting, Marinette knew to expect a line of questioning regarding her newest friend and Marinette knew that Alya was not going to like her answers. When Marinette arrived at Alya’s apartment she knocked timidly. Alya did not respond in kind when she opened the door.

“Ohmigod get in here, now!” Alya grabbed Marinette’s arm and pulled her into the apartment.

Marinette stumbled in, eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” Alya pushed Marinette to the couch and shut the door behind her.

“You will NEVER believe what happened to me today!”

Marinette grinned wickedly. “Oh?”

“I met my future husband today and it was in-fucking-credible.” Alya grinned back and Marinette giggled.

“Do tell.” Alya took a seat next to Marinette, facing Marinette with her legs crossed.

“Okay! So, I was at work and my manager asked me to do an interview with this new radio host at KRBE. It sounded super lame and out of my league so I was a little upset… So I show up and I’m not gonna lie, I was a little bitchy...” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Okay, nothing new, go on.”

“Well, I meet him and he’s completely oblivious to my mood, well, that or he was ignoring it, and he’s giving me this super high energy which I was totally not expecting. And he’s talking and talking and he is talking like he’s never been happier which of course get’s me kind of excited because I love the vibes guys give off when they’re super excited about something. It’s adorable. So I kind of get lost listening to him and forget its supposed to be an interview and just have a 3 hour long conversation with him about his radio station and the music he likes to play and before I know it, he is asking me for my number. Of course, I said yes because he was freaking adorable. Mari, he’s totally tall, dark and handsome which you know is my type.” Marinette nodded, signaling for Alya to continue.

“So we’re talking via text because, you know I had to go back to work and he tells me he went to Dupont High School, which is where you went. So I tell him that my best friend went there and we started talking about you! Anyways, long story short, you totally know him and I need you to give me your stamp of approval and tell me he’s amazing so I can keep talking to him.”

Marinette bit back a laugh.

“Okay… Don’t leave me hanging here, what’s his name?”

“Nino Lahiffe.” Marinette’s eyes widened a little.

“Oh, yeah I totally know him, we were in the same class.” Alya sighed impatiently.

“Okay so what do you think?” Marinette scratched her head a little.

“I don’t know Alya, he was always super nice but that was a long time ago. I mean I’m totally different. I can’t just tell you if he’s still a good guy or worth dating!” Alya rolled her eyes.

“Ugh you are thinking way too hard about this. I’m not asking you to tell me that he’s my soulmate, I just want to know he wasn’t some massive jerk back in the day with obvious asshole tendencies.” Marinette laughed.

“Okay fine, he was a super nice guy with no obvious asshole tendencies.” Alya’s grin returned.

“Thank you. Now, I haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Marinette smirked.

“Okay, what’s the best part?” Marinette asked sarcastically. Alya’s grin widened.

“He told me that it’s totally crazy that we met because apparently his best friend just started talking to you a few days ago and he’s totally into you.” Marinette choked.

“No way… you don’t think its…” Alya nodded furiously.

“It’s totally got to be the hot guy you’ve been telling me about.” Marinette’s jaw dropped. In an instant there were about 25 scenarios going through Marinette’s head. Most notably, one where her, Alya, Nino and Hot Guy went on double dates and played video games together and had kids who were all best friends with each other, and they had little playdates and-

“Hello, earth to Mari! Isn’t this amazing?” Mari looked back at Alya with a sort of faraway expression.

“Yeah,” she said distantly, a little smile tugging at her mouth.

“Sooooo, before I can commence with planning the rest of our lives, I need you to tell about him!” Marinette snapped back to reality.

“About who?”

“About your hot guy, you blockhead!” Alya swatted at Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette smiled apologetically.

“Right… well, I got his number and we started talking and we were kind of hanging out together before you texted me-“ Alya smacked Marinette’s shoulder again.

“You were on a date!?” Marinette sighed.

“Not exactly, we’re just friends right now. But I learned a lot about him!”

“Did you learn his name?”

Marinette winced. That was exactly what Marinette was dreading. She considered briefly jumping out the window. She was only on the second floor, she’d survive that.

“Mari? Tell me you learned his name,” Alya said threateningly. Marinette cringed.

“I learned that his name is not Aiden.” Alya deadpanned.

“What the hell does that mean?” Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously and brought her knees to her chest.

“Well, it seemed awkward to ask him his name because he already knew mine so when we went to Starbucks today, I heard them call his name for our drinks, except they said his name wrong so… I’ve still got no idea what his real name is.” Alya stared at her with a grimace for a very long time and Marinette slowly brought her knees closer and closer to her chest.

“You’re an idiot.”

…

Adrien sat comfortably on his couch while he played his game. When his phone buzzed he picked it up quickly, and frankly a little disappointed to see it was just Nino calling.

“Hello?”

“I’m coming over.”

Adrien chuckled. “Okay, I’m playing Modern Warfare, want to play?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do. When I said I was coming over, I really meant I’m here so can you buzz me in?” Adrien laughed.

“Yeah, you know one of these days you’re gonna come over here without telling me and I’m not gonna be home.” Nino scoffed.

“Yeah right dude, we both know you have nothing better to do than hang out with me.” Adrien buzzed Nino in and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just come up.”

When Nino came in, he had a look on his face that made Adrien cock an eyebrow. He handed Nino a controller cautiously.

“What’s up with you?” he asked. Nino sat down next to Adrien and took the controller.

“Something happened today and I don’t know how to feel about it.” Adrien glanced at Nino even more cautiously.

“Okay…” Adrien started a new game.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Nino sat forward and focused his eyes on the television.

“I met a girl today.” Adrien laughed.

“Okay, that’s awesome.” Guns fired loudly marking the start of the game.

“Yeah, she is super awesome, but I found out that she’s best friends with Marinette.”

Adrien paused for a second too long and cursed as his PC died.

“That’s crazy…” he muttered. Nino glanced back at Adrien out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah… it’s weird.” Adrien scrunched up his face as he tried to maneuver his player stealthily around a corner.

“Why is it weird?”

“Well, I don’t know, I used to crush really hard on Marinette. Wouldn’t it be weird for me to date her best friend?” Adrien tensed a little.

“Do you still have a crush on Marinette?” Nino shrugged.

“No, I mean I haven’t seen her in years and its obvious you like her but… its still weird.” Adrien cursed again watching his PC die and bounced his leg impatiently as he waited to respawn.

“What do you mean its obvious I like her?” Nino laughed.

“You’re such an idiot. I know you had coffee with her today, I saw it on your story. You’ve been talking to her nonstop for days. You don’t just do that with a new friend.” Adrien pressed pause on the game.

“What the hell man?” Nino exclaimed.

“So, what if I do like her? Is it less weird for you to talk to her best friend then?” Nino shifted uncomfortably.

“I mean, I don’t know, maybe. Are you gonna date her?” It was Adrien’s turn to be uncomfortable. He pressed play on the game again.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. Adrien thought about the idea of dating Marinette. Teaching her Chinese. Getting coffee together every day. Going to shows with her, supporting her work, maybe even modeling it in the house to help her get measurements right.

“I mean, it would be pretty cool if worked out ya know. Us dating best friends.” Adrien said thoughtfully. Nino chuckled darkly.

“Yeah and it would be pretty fucking uncool if it didn’t.”

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[bapyess1r]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing

Pairings: OC x OC, Sam Drake x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae

Chapter 4

A week later...

Sunny’s POV

Things moved very quickly for the next week. Between Sam, Erik, and myself, we managed to pack up all my stuff and move into our new apartment. Most of the stuff in there was mine but over time, I knew Sam would go out and buy things of his own. We got two separate rooms, one on each end of the apartment with the communal space and kitchen in the middle. We weren’t a couple but we damn sure tended to act like one. And even though we were sleeping together, I completely understood that he didn’t want to be tied down. I did as well so it didn’t bother me. He almost always would end up sleeping in my room. We’d stay up late, studying Hoysala culture and end up falling asleep where we were. We worked tirelessly. Erik had to bring me food because I would forget to eat with my head buried in books and articles online. Sometimes Sam would forget to eat as well and I would end up sharing my food.

Today, after a much needed haircut, while Sam was out, Erik had come over to help me unpack our living room. He knocked on my door rhythmically and repeatedly until I literally put hands on the door. I swung it open and narrowed my eyes at his ridiculous expression. “You suck.”

“You love me.” He replied rather quickly, kissing my cheek as he brushed by me. I admired his look of the month. He had changed his hair once again. He’d gone from dark hair to this platinum blonde with micro bangs. He wore a pink hoodie with matching pink shorts and a nice pair of white FILAs. He was always changing his appearance every other month so I didn’t think much of it. He looked around the room and a wave of relaxation washed over his face. “Where’s Samuel? He’s not lurkin’ about today?” He asked with fake concern. I shook my head with a smile and scratched my head as I closed the door.

“He’s out renting a car… a vehicle. Probably a motorcycle. I’m not sure.” I shrugged, sitting on the floral couch. I really wasn’t sure what he’d come home with. But I specifically told him he needed a car. I was almost ninety nine percent positive he wouldn’t listen though. Erik sat on the couch next to me and laid his head on my shoulder.

“So what are we sorting out today?” He asked.

“I wanna get this living room done. I’m tired of having a colossal fuck of books all over my bedroom floor. I mean granted Sam and I have a convenient place to crash right away but-”

“He sleeps with you?” He asked. The look on his face was one I’d seen many times throughout the week. Hurt. I sighed. He was doing it again. Ever since he met Sam, he’s been acting as if a bully had taken his new toy. And I knew why. It was my own fault…

“Erik listen-” I began but he cut me off.

“You haven’t told him have you? About us, I mean.” He asked, his voice growing soft. His arched brows met in the middle as his gaze focused on me. I parted my lips to speak but I wasn’t sure what to say. Erik and I had been in a complicated friendship for many years. Sometimes when the moment took us, we’d fool around. And it was nice for a while. It worked for me because I didn’t want a relationship. However, when I got back from Libertalia, I slept with him again... and again… until I realized things just weren’t the same. He didn’t feel the same. It just wasn’t right. I didn’t know why until a certain Drake came back into my life. After that first morning, everything began to make sense. He wasn’t Sam. I was catching feelings for a man for the first time in a very long time.

“Why do I need to tell him? He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not together-” Which was true. We weren’t.

“You like him-” he mumbled, picking at his nails on his tattooed fingers.

“I— of course I like him, Erik! I’m not gonna room with someone I don’t like.”

“Uh huh. You know what I meant...” He mumbled.

“I don’t want a relationship. I’m fine with how things are.” It felt like a lie the moment those words left my mouth. It was a truth for me up until now. Suddenly, he crept up to me, his crooked nose brushing against mine as he looked into my eyes with his green ones.

“Then kiss me.” I sighed. I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right to me anymore.

“Erik…. I can’t.”

“Uh huh….” He made a disappointed face and stood to leave but I called after him.

“Don’t do this. Don’t turn this into another Tony situation.” I tried to assure him. I dated a guy years ago and he turned out to be one of the worst people on the planet. Erik tried to tell me but I didn’t listen and ended up getting hurt.

“He’s a dickhead! And he will hurt you, Sunflower! Exactly like Tony!” He raises his voice a notch and I didn’t like that.

“He is nothin’ like Tony.” I snapped, staring at him. I suddenly got very protective of him. He looked at me incredulously.

“After all we’ve been through, honestly love, I can’t believe you still pick these guys no matter how many times I warn you about them.” He sighed, shaking his head. I opened my mouth to chew him out and defend my stance when a loud honk was heard from outside. Both of us brought our gaze to the window and there was a massive white truck in the parking lot, a red motorcycle strapped into the bed. Sitting in the front seat with a wide grin on his face was Sam. I shook my head and grinned, going to stick my head out the window.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya?!” I shouted to him.

“You said get a car!” He shouted over the engine. “I still wanted a bike! I’ll be up in a minute!” He said before pulling into a parking spot. I looked back at Erik with a smile but he stood firmly with his arms folded across his chest. He wasn’t happy with me. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms. I don’t know what result he was hoping to get by telling Sam we banged on the couch a week before he showed up.

“I’m sure it’s bound to come up in conversation. If it does- and he asks about it- I will answer him. Fair?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes and chewed on his lip. Honestly, it was the best I could do. He stared at me a while before sighing. He just nodded. I was relieved. “Yeah? Okay. Just please… try n’ get along with him. In the meantime?” He avoided my gaze and I stomped my foot when he didn’t answer me. “Erik!” I snapped.

“Okay! Jaysis….” He exclaimed. With that he lit himself a cigarette and so did I. I needed to calm down a little. I was feeling a whole lot of emotions at the moment. “I’ll start with the bookshelf?” He mumbled, smoke exiting his nostrils. I just nodded.

“Yes please. If you don’t mind.” I sighed.

Later, Sam had come home, entering the living room as he jingled a ring of keys at me and tossed them on the small dinner table by the window. “2010 white Chevrolet Silverado truck and a bitchin’ red 2016 Ducati Scrambler. And! I bought groceries. Also beer. Good beer. Not that hipster shit they’ve brainwashed you into drinkin’ here.” He said with a grin before kissing my forehead and sitting everything on the table. My stomach flipped at his touch. I wanted to kiss him back but with Erik in the room, things were awkward now. It was like walking on eggshells. I sighed as I turned on some music and began to put the groceries he brought away, starting with putting the beer in the crisper. I was going to need one sooner than I thought.

“Sounds like you had a pretty productive morning.” Erik grumbled, struggling to put the massive dark wood bookshelf together.

“You can say that.” He said, peeling his denim jacket from his body and draping it over the couch. He pushed up the sleeves of his wine colored Henley and adjusted his jeans before looking at me for a moment longer than normal. “You cut your hair. I like it.” He said with a warm smile. I grinned at the fact that he even noticed. “So what all are we doin’ today?” He asked, clapping his hands together.

“My goal is to build the shelf and fill it with books, set up the office corner, and the entertainment system needs to be built up again. Erik has the shelf, do you wanna build the system or set up the office?”

“I’ll build the system.” He said, reaching beneath the sink and pulling out a tool box. Erik looked over and huffed.

“Bollocks. I wish I would’ve known there was a tool box— this would’ve been done quicker!” He said as he watched Sam sit the tools on the coffee table.

“What do you need? I’m sure there’s enough in here for both of us to use.” Sam said. I smiled to myself. He knew what Erik meant to me. He knew he was going to be a part of my life and even though he didn’t like him much, he tolerated him. And I could see he was trying.

“You got a screwdriver in there?” Erik asked.

“What kind? I got phillips head, slotted, torx, frearson—” Sam began listing several types and the look on Erik’s face was as if someone was speaking another language to him.

“Holy shit, man- what?! Is that even English, mate? What the hell- did you just make those up?” Erik exclaimed in confusion and Sam just burst into laughter. Erik was not a handyman by any means but holy shit it was funny to watch him try. I laughed at their interactions and stayed a moment to watch the two of them. It was nice. With that, I went to the room in the corner and began to unpack the office boxes.

We worked for hours, putting things away, hanging things on the wall, breaking down empty boxes. And when we finished it all up, Erik ordered a pizza and we all got very drunk. We sat around the dinner table, beer after beer, playing monopoly (and yes you guessed it, those two assholes played with actual money), and telling stories about our lives and our adventures. Erik wouldn’t stop telling these embarrassing stories of me in middle school and high school. I could tell Sam was enjoying every second of my pain. I cringed as he told him about how I played a dancing fork in the school play and how I had a crush on the spoon and I kept making shitty utensil jokes as pick up lines.

“Honestly, it was horrible! You should’ve been there!” Erik wheezed, sipping his beer.

“I’m sure it was something to behold…” Sam smirked, looking at me. I blushed a little, running my fingers through my hair. In the corner of my eye, I could see Erik’s expression change. He cleared his throat and then directed his attention to Sam.

“So Samuel,” He began. “All those countries you visited, I’m sure there had to be some lovely women around, eh?” I raised my eyebrow at him and he did the same, taking a long sip of his beer as he awaited an answer. Sam looked at me and then to the cigarette between his fingers.

“Yeah I suppose there were a few…” he said carefully. It hurt a little but again, we weren’t a couple and he had no obligations to me. Just like I didn’t with him…

“A man of your stature should catch ‘me easy no problem, right?” Erik seemed to keep his eyes fixed on me as he spoke. I flared my nostrils and practically felt my eyes darting all over his face.

“You overestimate me but I’m flattered.” Sam chuckled. “Most of them were either a ‘hell no’, ‘go to hell’, or thought maybe I was tryin’ to mug them.” I pouted, pushing some hair behind his large ears and giggled.

“Aww, poor baby doesn’t even realize his own size.” I smiled. He rolled his eyes, stifling a grin.

“I’m sure you could do a lot better. Like that one time in Scotland.” He smirked. I knew exactly what he was talking about and I laid my head in my arms with an embarrassed groan. Erik looked between the two of us, interested in what was being said.

“What time in Scotland?” He asked.

“Which person? The old man or the hot nurse?” I chuckled.

“Hot nurse?!” Erik exclaimed. “I need the story, love.” And with that Sam began to tell him about how I set him up and took his girl for the night. I received a high five and a slew of compliments.

The night dragged on and Sam was beginning to get a little handsy under the table. He ran his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs as Erik drunkenly babbled on about god knows what. I was too distracted to hear. His calloused fingertips slipped beneath my skirt and brushed along my clothes slit and I jumped a little. He smirked as Erik let out a long yawn. “You sound tired, bub.” I said to him and he stretched, nodding his head. His dark lashes fluttered on his high cheekbones as he leaned back in his seat. His eyes barely opened. Sam gripped my thigh tightly and I smacked his hand away, giving him a look that told him to behave. I stood up to go grab a pillow and a blanket for him and laid them out on the couch.

“You can crash here tonight. You’re too fucked to drive.” I said, lifting his arms and pulling off his pink hoodie, leaving him in a white tee shirt. “C’mon, drunky.” I told him, grabbing his tattooed hands as he turned in his seat. I pulled him up and led him to the couch where he crashed into it and didn’t even move from his spot. I chuckled, ruffling his hair and throwing the blanket over him. I put his cigarettes on the coffee table next to him. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night to smoke and then pass out again.

“Sunny, you’re a gorgeous gal.” He mumbled drunkenly.

“Thank you, Erik. Now go to sleep.” I said, kissing his forehead.

“You’re the bestest friend I’ve ever had! And I fookin’ love ya!” He called out as I turned to look at Sam. He stifled a laugh as he started throwing away the beer bottles we lined up on the counter.

“Love you, too, Erik. Go to sleep.”

“Okieee….” he mumbled before dozing off into a light snore. I shook my head as I put the pizza in the fridge. Sam leaned against the fridge as I closed the door and winked at me. I laughed.

“And what do you want?” I purred with a Cheshire smile.

“To sleep with you.” He answered, boldly. I smirked and crept up to him, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

“You do remember that you have your own bed, right?” I asked teasingly. He narrowed his eyes and bent down to whisper in my ear.

“Yeah but... I have a feeling there won’t be much sleepin’ if I stay with you.” He told me, pressing a long warm kiss on my neck. A jolt of excitement ran through my body as his hands engulfed my hips and pulled me towards him. I giggled a little as his hands travelled down my backside. He patted my ass, prompting me to jump into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me into my room, showering me with kisses and kicked the door closed.

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