#sleep somewhere between 12-2am

[hotcat37]

I absolutely adore both your deaf!Jere and IKEA Jance stories so I'm sending 8, 11, 12, 15, 17, 20, 22, 36, 41, 44, 51, 55 and 60. You can do both for all or pick the pairing that you prefer for each number. Thank you 😊

OMG I'm so happy you like my fics so much!! 😭😭 I'll do deaf!Bojere first and later I'll post the IKEA Jance version too and tag you in it <3

8: what happens if one of them gets sick?

Like in that one chapter where Jere is sick, Bojan would be very attentive and provide a lot of comfort. He's a no nonsense kind of caretaker so if Jere wants something that's not good for him while he's sick, the answer is a simple no. He is very gentle tho and understands that being sick reminds Jere of unpleasant memories so he's extra sweet with his angel <3

Jere might panic a little if Bojan is the sick one but composes himself quickly and does his best to help his boyfriend feel better asap. He'd probably do a lot of Google searches and cook Bojan some soup :3 If Bojan struggles to rest, he'll stay with him and verbally speak to Bojan until he drifts off to sleep♡

11: do they try to hide their emotions if upset?

I actually don't think this couple in particular struggles with that. Bojan and Jere are both emotional and sensitive and communication is a big part of what makes their relationship work so well. They're each other's safe spaces and so I don't think they'd ever purposely try to hide how they feel from one another. If one of them does attempt to hide, though, I think the other would immediately notice and try to talk it out right away

12: do heated arguments happen often? How do they smooth things over?

In general, not really. They're both very in tune with the other's emotions so it's unlikely for big fights to happen between them. There could be arguments caused by smaller things tho. For example: Jere is prone to doing things kind of last minute or taking a long time to get ready while Bojan is often anxious about being on time for things and this might make them clash sometimes. However they can never really stay mad at each other for long, there's too much love between them for that.

To smooth things over after an argument, Bojan is the one to buy flowers and (attempt) to make dinner while Jere will verbally apologize and explain his reasoning for behaving a certain way/acknowledging when he was in the wrong

15: do they always say I love you before leaving?

It's not something they necessarily pay attention to. They always make sure to say goodbye but they tell each other I love you multiple times a day so it's not a thing they specifically say before going somewhere. Unless it's when one of them is going back home to their respective country, in that case there's always several love confessions before leaving :")

17: who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hmm I'd say Bojan. He's for sure the kind of guy to do silly romantic things like spin Jere around and dip him before kissing him. Especially after a drink or two, Bojan can get really passionate and if Jere is within grabbing range, trust that he WILL be grabbed (Jere quite enjoys it tho 🤭)

20: choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship

My Love Mine All Mine-Mitski <3

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth🎶

22: what reminds them of each other?

Bojan: baby seals (because of Jere's voice) and the colors neon green and yellow are things he automatically associates with his angel Jere: roses (Bojan has kind of a thing with those flowers) and just hearing foreign languages in general because them taking the same class in uni is what brought them together <3

36: who's most likely to fire up the stove at 2AM because the other is hungry

Jere 100%. Bojan would try to be secretive about it and slip out of bed in search of food but once Jere notices and has his hearing aids in, one stomach growl from Bojan and it's over. Doesn't matter if it's the middle of the night, Jere will be making his man something to eat damn it!!

41: which one would take off their jacket and drape it over the other's shoulders?

Jere is more accustomed to the cold so it isn't uncommon for him to ditch his coat in favor of wrapping it around a shivering Bojan who once again miscalculated how cold it'd be lol If they're standing still they'll just share a jacket :3

44: who would dance in the kitchen making dinner?

Bojan is usually banned from the kitchen so he'll often just stand in the doorway like a lost dog while Jere sways and gets dinner ready. In moments like these Bojan would ask to do something simple like washing the lettuce but he really just wants to dance with Jere lmao

51: what's a non verbal way they say I love you?

Bojan is an acts of service kind of guy (getting breakfast ready while Jere sleeps, driving his angel around whenever he needs) while Jere is very physically affectionate and will shower Bojan with kisses and hugs. And because Bojan loves hearing his voice, he'll also just babble random stuff to make Bojč happy <3

55: do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

They're more into stargazing :P Both of them are pretty high energy so it's pretty likely that they'll end a night out by looking at the stars for another hour before heading back home

60: who pulls the other closer when they're sleeping?

Bojan <3 He can't control his cuteness aggression so if he wakes up in the middle of the night or early in the morning, and he sees Jere's sleepy face, he just has to pull him closer to his body for a hug💞

#thanks so much for asking!! #otp game #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #Bojere #Deaf! Jere #sending numbers and pairings is highly encouraged <3

[blubushie]

Tell us about Vegas?

YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE [BUSHMAN GUSSIED UP] ROUTE!

A TALE OF HIGH-ROLLERS

Warnings: Absolutely none! This a fun story. :]

So in November of 2021 (yes, a month before the Pig Incident) I went back to the US to see my family for a bit. I came back loaded with cash as a peace offering for my family (it didn't work) and so I left and went up to Oregon with a mate of mine for a few days to relax, recoup, and discuss work.

This went (mostly) ok minus a brief blue between us (I say "brief" but he's Still Mad About It, in my defence it was not my fault) and I left for Las Vegas, somewhere I hadn't been since I was very young. I got a flight out there and lounged for a bit and made my way to the only place I know would have me, a historical casino that's very popular (but not as much as it used to be.)

I went in the first night with $20k to blow away. I was upset because of the fight with my parents, further upset by the blue I had with my mate, and I wanted to be a little reckless and a little 20 and enjoy life for a week before I had to leave.

I have a quick meal in town at the Peppermill (incredible place), do some drinking there, then stop by Dream Exotics, rent out a 488 Ferrari, and head for the casino where I end up getting a cheap room.

It's $1500 per 24 hours, I had it for 3 days.

I head downstairs to the tables, sorta keep to myself and eventually I get to come up and play. If any of the you have read my fic, the scene in chapter 9 where Jess and Mundy play poker? Those were my winning hands. So we do a couple rounds.

Something that I didn't know, since I don't make a habit of high-profile gambling, or high-stakes gambling, is that casinos will comp you if they think you're rich. You put down a lot of money and they worship you. They'll spend top dollar on you in the hopes that you lose it all. It's fucking predatory, but it works. What's $20k spent on a gambler if he loses out $60k to you? That's still a $40k profit, and casinos are in the business of betting and winning.

They bet on the wrong bloke. I came in with $2k to piss away and bet $1500 first game. Lost it. Bet the last $500 and got it all back plus $2k more. Wagered that $2k, kept it and gained $1500 more. Bet the $1500, lost that. This repeated, maybe 12 rounds and until 2am, until I decided I'd had my fun and walked out with my $2k plus $6500 richer than I went in.

I'm an addict of one thing--alcohol. I am not a gambling addict. I know when to stop. I stopped. Everything after this was the casino wagering money on me in the hopes I'd come back down to the tables with more cash and lose it all.

I go back to my room. When I get there there's a bloke in a suit waiting for me and he says that the casino's "impressed" and has decided to comp my room and is upgrading me to a second-class suite, free of charge.

Who'm I to say no?

I get my shit and go with him. The suite's incredible. Spa Tower--a fucking two story suite with a spiral staircase, and it comes with a private chef! We're gonna call him C for Chef.

So I get there, set up, stare at this giant fucking bed, and wonder what kinda mess I just got myself into because everything has its price. I didn't get much sleep. Most of my time was spent cleaning my rifle very nervously as a soothing mechanism and muttering about "Oh we're really in for it now, Winnie."

But! I'm here for work. I want work. I love work!

So I finally head to bed around 4am, get a few hours of sleep, and dismiss the chef when he comes in the morning. He insists on making me something and I tip him $50 for some eggs and bacon.

We don't talk much, he's quiet and nervous and I remember where exactly I am and it occurs to me that maybe most people aren't exactly nice to him.

He comes around again for lunch--I don't remember what it was, think it was a panini--and dinner. Dinner was very very very good salmon. He's still not talking much, we mostly ignore each other, but I make him a martini as a courtesy and he seems to warm up a little.

(The suite has a wet bar and you can bet I drank practically all of that $700-worth of booze in it. This is when I first got into making cocktails, and I still enjoy making cocktails today. Thank god for fake IDs.)

Third day comes around, and this is when I get my arse in gear. I am in Vegas in a very high-profile casino. I'm playing with the big boys now and it's time I fucking act like it instead of hiding away in here. I've got impressions to make. I phone the front desk, as to speak to the hotel organiser, we get to talking and at my request he sets me up with a private barber and private tailor. Excellent. This will work. Chef comes in and makes brekkie (potato hash with eggs and chopped bacon) while I'm on the horn with the tailor and giving him the measurements I remember from the last time I had a suit tailored (for court, yay).

I tell the tailor to meet me at 6pm (giving 2hr for suit adjustments) and that I want something black and blue and very formal. I want to look like money. I ring the barber and tell him to come at 4pm, which gives us an hour to get my hair fixed before dinnie (because a mullet is NOT going to cut it here). I tell the cook to take off lunch, I'll meet him back here at 5pm for dinnie. I get dressed and dip.

Spend all day out on the town, seeing the sights and walking the strip and drinking for The Nerves. I head to Dream Exotics and rent out the Ferrari for another 2 days.

I don't get lunch on accounting for big dinnie. Eventually I get back to the casino, valet takes the car, and I head back to my suite.

4pm rolls around and 5 till, I hear a knock at the door. Scramble down the spiral staircase and make my way to the door. Answer it. There's my barber. He's short, very unassuming, older than me by about two decades, scrawny but with bony fingers that show he's been a barber for a long time. He has Those Kinds Of Hands--the kinds of hands that only people who work intricately with their fingers get; hairdressers, barbers, tailors, seamsters, artists, pianists... Wiry knuckles. You get it.

So I let him in and show him around the place. He comes inside and I ask to see his bag. We go through it. It's everything you'd expect. Ok, you're clear, I'll show you the bathroom. We head upstairs. Fifteen minutes later he's drawing the water up in the shower (yay detachable nozzles) and I'm trying my best to avoid looking in the mirror. And this blokes look at me and says my hair looks very thick. And that he likes this, because it means he doesn't have to use volumiser since my hair already has volume.

And then he says "You have hair like a woman's." There's a pause. "I mean that as a compliment." Thanks I guess?

I'm sitting on the edge of the tub and looking out the window and wondering why the fuck I even put this plan in action to start with when he asks me what I'm thinking. You know, in terms of style. And I say honestly, I don't know. Listen, I've got a meeting tonight, I know you should sleep on a fresh haircut but I'm a bit pinched for time. I have to look professional. I have to look good.

He looks at me, seems to have this eureka moment, and we get started. "I've got you." So I take my shirt off cuz it's just gonna get wet if I don't, my hair gets washed, and we head downstairs to the bar. I'm sat in a barstool we pulled from the bar at the eating bar in the kitchen and he gets to cutting.

And because this was pre-stroke I had a Texan accent at the time. So my barber, who I'm gonna call B, he gets curious and asks if I'm a Texas highroller. I tell him I'm a highroller but I'm not from Texas. A guessing game starts. I'll give you a $100 tip if you can guess where I'm from. The cunt guesses South Africa before he guesses Australia. Do I look South African to you? "No, you look like a cowboy." Pssh.

Eventually he guesses Australia. Ding ding ding, we have a winner. So we move on and chatter for a bit about this that and the other, he blows my hair to get the cuttings off but air dried hair is Special so we decide we'll let it air dry. Eventually C gets there, I let him in, and he makes us some steak and potatoes (FUCKING INCREDIBLE) and my hair dries as we all eat. This is the only time I've ever eaten wagyu steak. This shit was A5. Holy fuck the marbling. Melts in your mouth, absolutely incredible.

While all three of us are eating, I pitch the game to the chef. Barber and I are giggling as he thinks. His first guess is Oklahoma, because "Texas is too obvious." Buzzer. He guesses a couple of times. Gets them all wrong. He keeps guessing and he ends up getting a little red-faced in his frustration so I say if he can just guess the country I'll give it to him. He guesses South Africa. "That's what I said," goes B.

"Why South Africa? B guessed it too."

"There's a lot of rich white people in South Africa."

Fair. The game continues.

C names practiclly every European nation there is and then some. He names Canada, he names France and I wrinkle my nose. He names Spain. No. "You look Spanish." My mum's Portuguese?

To hand it to him, my freshly cut hair was drying, I was sitting at the dinner table shirtless and actually eating my steak with a knife AND fork, looking a bit professional despite my state of dress, and drinking a bottle of 1970-something Macallan off the spout. Plus I was freshly de-mulleted. I wasn't exactly the shining example of Aussie. More "American cowboy plucked fresh off the ranch."

But I get bored of the game eventually and I'd finished eating, so I say I'll give him the letter. Starts with an A.

"Aus-"

Yessss…

"-trian?"

NO!

His reasoning is that I'm drinking Macallan off spout for the past hour, it's not affecting me at all yet, and Germanics have a high booze tolerance?

"You know who else has a high booze tolerance? The drunkest nation on the planet."

C is confused.

"He means Australians," chimes B.

"Australians?" C looks at me. "You mean…" He grabs his knife, kinda points it at me but in the faux-threatening way. "'Now that's a knoife' kind?"

Sigh. "Yeah. Aussie."

"So where are you from? Sydney? Where's your accent? Have you ever seen a kangaroo?"

"Are you from Melbourne?" asks B. It's a good guess--there's a lotta rich people in M*lbourne.

"Someplace you never heard of."

The topic drops.

We yarn for a while longer about nothing in particular, mostly about food. I find out that B spent some time in Italy and really loves Italian food, C's favourite food to cook is Italian, they hit it off and I'm sitting in silence as I listen. Not in the third wheel kinda way, but in the intrigued kinda way. They're having a conversation that I'm glad to be a part of. It's interesting.

I make a mental note to have C cook me something Italian for dinner tomorrow.

B decides it's time for the dry cut, so we head back to the kitchen bar (I bring my whikky) and C goes about cleaning up the kish. He's humming as he tidies and eventually he looks over at me and goes "So nowhere Australia?"

"Woop woop, yeah."

"How'd you end up here? With the suite and us? How'd you make it?"

There's a hope in his eyes that's kinda sad. In that childish "I wanna be like him one day" kinda way. He thinks I'm something to aspire to be like. Sad.

"Cattle baron's son?" asks B. He's polite about it. There's no implications there. It's an honest question. He wants to know if I came into money or if I was born into it.

"Nah. Just know the right people."

Topic drops again.

It hits 6:30 and I say goodnight to C, tell him I'll see him in the morning, and he leaves. B is just finishing up with the last trims on my beard--he did a fucking excellent job, made my sideburns sharp and my beard looked perfect--when T gets there. We brush me off, he blows my hair and face and shoulders and chest, and he rubs up my face with an aloe-free aftershave before blotting it try. I get up and let T in and I can see the look on his face when he realises I am in fact as short as I said I was. Kinda funny!

B gets to watch, very amusedly, as T tries to get the bushman into a custom-tailored suit. T thought I was very strange at my initial refusal to wear undergarments (autism no like), but he insists that he can retailor the suit and reuse it for someone else if I do wear underclothes, so I agree and put on some trunks and an undershirt.

The suit was a little loose since this was the start of summer in Australia and I was down quite a few kilos. So some last-minute adjustments have to be made.

After an hour it strikes 7:45 and I'm now fully dressed in this suit. It's tight at the wrists in a way I don't like, but it's a pearl-buttoned jacket, pearl-buttoned dress shirt, pearl cufflinks, and black silk bowtie. I look good.

Black sleek suit, blue velvet lapel, all the pearl accents and everything else? I'm looking good. I get a little blue velvet handkerchief that goes in my breast pocket. I look built for a wedding. Or making connections.

Best $2k worth of clothing I ever spent. Except maybe the $150 I spent for my hat. But still. I'm rocking this shit.

So T is adding the finishing touches, tightening hems and adding little folds on the inside that you can't even really see so that the suit fits me just perfectly, and B is chuckling about this. I glare at him. He stops chuckling about it. Very amusing. T hands me my sunnies and explains that the piss-yellow of the sunnies compliments the black and blue nicely despite the contrast. And I might not be much an artist, but I am a colours bloke, and I can see it. I can understand it. Makes sense. I put them on.

B wets my hair a little, breaks out some hair gel and rubs it on his hands, styles my bangs over to one side, makes some quip about how I should've let him clip the sideburns, and the two fellas back up to get a good look at me. I Am Nervous.

T makes a comment about my hair, B agrees and walks up and fucks with my bangs until a little piece of them dangles at my forehead over my widow's peak instead of combed to the side like the rest. I cock my brow at him but then he steps back and dries his hands and puts them on his hips.

They're not saying anything.

"…How do I look?"

T asks B if he has a mirror. No no no, no mirrors, just tell me.

"Like a million dollars."

Aces.

I pay them, thank them for their time, agree to return the suit to T at the end of the week, and get on my way after they leave. Get my knife in my jacket pocket and my revolver in the other, head downstairs to the lobby, then get the lift down to the subfloors. I flash my card to the bouncer and when I walk in the smell of smoke hits me. In this casino you are not allowed to smoke inside. The highroller floors are an exception to this rule.

I get a glass of champagne off a waitress' tray and find my way to the bar and I sit there for a bit and start yarning with the bartender. The night's quiet, there's not many people in. Most are out at dinner. It didn't get lively until 10pm, and that's when the real fun started. I played a few more games, won $1500, went back to the bar to drink and people watch and wait. Work as usual.

And that's about it. Ended up walking away with a job that night and it was fun! I met people! I socialised! I didn't make an idiot of myself! Yaaay good impressions!

#blu whos #bushman

[chqnified]

8, 11,12, 46, 49 I want to ask you more😭

Go ahead! Ask as much as you want! I'm happy to answer <33

8. how does it make you feel when it rains?

I absolutely love rain. Unless i have to walk somewhere in it. It I'm walking back home in the rain and it's not windy/ cold, i don't mind. It's therapeutic, it relieves a lot of stress. Watching the stars in a park alone in the dark when it's raining is really calming. Even if you are drenched when you go back home. It feels like freedom. I love the sound of rain, it helps me sleep. If I'm struggling with hallucinations and need calm that's not music, I always listen to rain and thunder. I know a lot of people hate the sound of storms, again, for me, thunder relaxes me.

11. how often do you listen to music?

A lot. Around 7-11 hours a day. Getting Spotify premium this year is great, because now everyone can stop assuming i never listen to music when it will come to Spotify wrapped lmao. I listen to it the most between 7pm and up until i go to sleep so maybe 2am? Also doing assignments or certain lessons. Eating too, because eating stresses me out, but if i listen to music, it distracts me and puts me more at ease.

12. do you usually run warm or cold?

I run cold. It's an on running joke that I'm secretly a lizard apparently. Wish it was something more badass like a vampire tbh. According to my friends I am a human cat (apparently in more ways than just being cold all the time), so, that too probably explains it. I will take being wrapped up in jumpers, blankets and the lot, by a radiator with a hot water bottle any day of the week

46. something that made you smile recently

My partner. Quite a few things they've said recently have stuck to me recently and everytime i think about it I smile lol. I have a whole list full.

49. do you prefer gold or silver?

Silver! I'm a silver magpie. Gold is great. But a good bit of 925 is unbeatable tbh. No idea why. I blame my current job for it. Silver cleans up really nice and i think it goes nicer with my skin tone / clothing style.

#chrxsify asks

[blueeyedheizer]

blueeyedheizer is bored (a blurb event)

•• [CLOSED] another blurb event lol wtf crazy 😋 i have nothing to celebrate (end of exams maybe?) but i usually get more inspiration for blurbs rather than actual fics, so here i am with another one of these lol. hopefully this will cure my writers block. Please read the rules carefully, they're slightly different from the last event i did :) PS: none of these prompts are mine, i got them from several other prompt lists

rules:

* you can send up to 2 prompt for 1 character

* you can mix nsfw and sfw

* please send one request at a time

I'll be writing for:

- tom blake (no smut) , matt, castor (no smut), matthew connelly

- four/billy, frank mccullen, warren worthington III

- michael gray, j cody

MASTERLIST

SFW:

#1 “I can wait, you’re worth waiting for.”

#2 "He's/She's so beautiful, I almost don’t know what to do with myself.”

#3 "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

#4 “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up somewhere?”

#5 "I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

#6 "There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less, trust me.”

#7 “I can’t wait to kiss you again.”

#8 "Kiss me."

#9 "You manage to make me smile on my worst days.” 

#10 "Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just want to hear you say it again.”

#11 "I wish we could live together already.”

#12 "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really fucking distracting"

#13 “Are you going to kiss me or do I have to ask?"

#14 "Please don't cry."

#15 “I’m sorry.” — “I don’t care.”

#16 “Nothing that comes out of your mouth is sincere. Nothing about you is genuine.”

#17 "i want to go home"

#18 "How do you sleep at night knowing you did what you did?"

#19 "Don’t apologize if you are just going to keep doing this shit, apologize when you’re actually going to change because im tired of having my hopes crushed everytime”

#20 "Don’t go. Please. I can’t lose you.”

#21 "Are you even sorry?"

#22 “Do you regret it?”

#23 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

#24 “This is fucking ridiculous. I did not cheat on you!”

#25 "I love you. I just love her more."

NSFW

#26 "We can't do it here!"

#27 "You're not getting anything if you keep whining like that."

#28 Goodbye sex

#29 “Don’t close your eyes, I want you to look at me when you cum.”

#30 “Just let me finish this and I’ll go down on you.”

#31 "Your head between my legs sounds so good right now."

#32 “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

#33 “That’s it baby. Make a mess.”

#34 “Nah forget about a bed, we’re fucking right here”

#35 "You’re so good at this, fuck”"

#36 "[You don't have to pay me], I just want to give you a well deserved blow job."

#37 "Don't pull out."

BONUS (sfw/nsfw)

#38 “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

#39 "I’m so proud of you.” 

#40 "I don't want to ruin what we have." "I do."

#41 "I haven’t seen her/him smile like that in ages"

#42 “Your hair is so soft.”

#43 "Don't ! There can't be any marks."

#44 "Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."

#45 "Shh." "If you ask me to be quiet one more time, I will scream."

#46 "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

#47 "I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers."

#48 "Can I come over? My parents are fighting again.”

#49 “I missed being with you like this,”

#50 "I have to go to work." "No, you have to stay in bed with me"

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #billy/four x reader #ben hardy x reader smut #warren worthington x reader smut #warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington imagine #michael gray fanfic #michael gray imagine #michael gray x you #michael gray smut #j cody x reader #j cody imagine #j cody smut #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders x reader

[aspenroman]

and i saw sparks (jaque x mc)

Summary: MC struggles to pick up the pieces after her catastrophic fight with Jaque.

Genre: Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2515

A/N: I caved and bought VIP and binged Ms. Match. I adored it, it was so fucking funny but I wish there was more angst. This is my continuation of Chapter 12 and 13 but with more sadness. Inspired by the song “sparks” by coldplay. bold and italicized words are lyrics from the song

did i drive you away? i know what you’ll say

MC can’t focus on anything besides the rushing of blood in her ears. Her entire nervous system is overwhelmed by everything going on, especially the betrayal by Jaque. Her dad has disappeared, run off somewhere and instead of being able to chase after him, she’s stuck here with her, in a dumb argument.

“You threw Veronica, my dad, me, and your own integrity under the bus tonight, Jaque. You can’t talk your way out of this one,” MC screams.

Jaque rolls her eyes, “You backed me into a corner! I had no choice! No good choice! Veronica likes your dad! A lot! Richard was the only one who might be able to win against that connection.”

you’ll say, “sing one we know”

“Veronica could be happy with my dad. That’s what she asked us to find her. Love. I can’t believe you forgot what this is all about.”

Jaque laughs, her annoyingly beautiful face contorting into a sneer, “No, you forgot what this is all about.”

She began to pace as she spoke, practically spinning in place as she huffs. MC watches on, her fists clenched.

“When does what I want get to matter? When do I get to live my dreams? Why do I have to fight you for the position of my dreams?” Jaque shouts, her voice cracking at the end with emotion.

i promise you this, i’ll always look out for you

Deep down, MC feels sympathy for her. But the twinge of sympathy is buried by overflowing anger and hurt. She pushes any kind feelings aside, focusing instead on her rage.

“You’re insane,” MC breathes.

i say “oh”, i say “oh”

Jaque turns on her, laughing bitterly, “Insane? I’m insane? What’s insane is that you managed to blunder your way to the finale. I spent a decade earning my position, you’re lucky I brought you to the gala. I’m the only reason you’re here.”

“Lucky? I don’t feel very lucky to have met you right now,” MC shakes her head, “I really thought you were more than...more than this. I thought you were more than the woman I met forever ago. I thought you had morals, I thought you had a heart, I thought...”

“You thought what?” Jaque’s voice lowers from a shout, but her tone is still strained with frustration.

my heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to

“I thought you loved me, the same way I love you,” MC smiles weakly, but her eyes water.

Jaque doesn’t meet her eyes. MC takes a step forward and Jaque steps back.

“Well, you thought wrong. It was always about the competition, love was never in the equation,” Jaque says tersely, “what we had wasn’t love. It was lust.”

yeah that’s what i do

“You’re telling me you took me to meet your mom just so Richard could get those flowers? You’re telling me all those times you showed up unannounced, all those secret glances and touches were fake? All a part of some elaborate plan?” MC questions.

“Yeah,” Jaque still doesn’t meet her eyes, “and you played right into my plans. I barely had to lift a finger, you were too busy falling to realize I was never going to catch you.”

MC freezes, the words finally sinking in. She can feel the gazes of hundreds of people on her, watching her heart shatter into billions of pieces. Some sadistic part of her hopes that the fragments manage to hurt Jaque, but MC knows that’s not really how this works. She knows she gave her heart to someone who was never really hers.

It makes sense now. All the dancing around labels, all the sneaking around in favor of “not breaking the rules”. All the things Jaque spew about her family, in an effort to get MC to trust her. Jaque was right about one thing, she had more experience professionally. And in that moment, it seemed to MC that Jaque used every technique to get MC to think they were perfect matches.

i say “oh”, i cry “oh”

MC can’t get her brain to form words, all she can concentrate on is not falling completely apart. Her eyes sting, but she doesn’t look up, she can’t. Instead, she trains her gaze on the road a few feet away. She doesn’t say anything as she goes, she just starts in one direction.

Jaque yells after her, but the words don’t even phase her. In fact, MC can’t even remember what she said. She walks for miles, away from the gaudy life of the rich Upstate New Yorkers and back toward where she thinks the city is. It takes almost an hour before she spots a cab and manages to flag it down. It’s a miracle she even finds one, and she gets in and mumbles her address.

She hugs herself in the back of the cab, eyes staring unseeingly out the window. Soon enough, the bright lights of the city that never sleeps come into view. She thinks it should be a comfort, but it doesn’t help. When MC finally gets to her place, she pays the fare and stumbles up into her apartment.

As soon as the door is unlocked, she walks inside and slams it behind her. MC barely manages to lock it before her legs give out and she crumbles to the ground. Her chest heaves for breath, her throat closing up as she panics. Tears stream down her cheeks, unable to control herself anymore. Her nails dig into her palms, trying desperately to calm herself down.

yeah, i saw sparks

She’s had panic attacks before, more so in the past few months because of the matchmaking business. Although then she had Jaque to call up and now she has no one. She can’t rationalize how Jaque would be willing to call her at 2am, to hold her through breakdowns, and not care an ounce about her.

yeah, i saw sparks

MC tries to intellectualize her feelings, tries to calm herself down the way Jaque taught her to, but nothing works. Nothing works because everything reminds her of Jaque and Jaque is the one causing her this pain. Her heart aches and for a second, she thinks she might be dying as her chest tightens. A pain from behind her sternum makes it hard to breathe and she loses her breath, before it releases in a big sob. 

She’s not okay.

---

Maggie tries to come over the next day, but MC can’t face her. She ignores Maggie’s desperate knocking, pretending that she’s asleep and turns her phone off completely. The rest of the weekend passes in a daze, MC unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling and dwell in her feelings.

When Monday rolls around, MC knows it’s time to pull herself together. She doesn’t know how she will, but she has to. 

“No competition is worth this,” she murmurs to herself as she pulls on her favorite blouse and a pair of dress pants. She fixes her hair in the bathroom mirror, putting on makeup to cover the bags underneath her eyes. Her eyes are still swollen and a bit red, but she tries not to draw attention to them.

She finally turns her phone on as she enters the building, her phone vibrating with a billion messages. Most are from Maggie, while some are surprisingly from Jaque. MC doesn’t even bother reading them as she sees the text from Veronica, summoning her to her office.

and i saw sparks

MC knocks on the office door and after a second, she enters. Unsurprisingly, Jaque is already there, engaged in deep conversation with Veronica. They both turn to her as she enters.

“Where have you been?” Veronica speaks, “I’ve been trying to contact you all weekend.”

“Family stuff, won’t happen again,” MC lies, forcing on a smile.

“Good,” Veronica pinches the bridge of her nose, “onto more pressing matters, we’ve had an unexpected request from-”

Veronica keeps talking, but MC tunes her out. Instead, she keeps her eyes glued to the space behind Veronica’s head. MC can feel Jaque’s intense gaze on her, but she refuses to look at her. She doesn’t think she can bear it right now.

“Dismissed,” Veronica finishes and MC nods, swiftly leaving the room. She walks briskly down the hall and into her office. 

Sunlight streams through her windows. Without hesitation, MC slams the blinds closed, plunging the room into darkness. She closes and locks her office door before settling into her chair. The room feels colder somehow, without the presence of either Maggie or Jaque.

MC takes a shaky breath, resting her elbows on the table. She closes her eyes, putting her head between her hands. The darkness of the room brings her comfort. She doesn’t know how much time she spends like that, before she finally pulls herself together.

Turning on her computer, she searches the database for the person Veronica was talking about. MC missed most of the debriefing, but luckily the system had already assigned the client to her and Jaque. She spends some time going through the man’s profile, making notes in a separate document. 

Hours pass like that, MC hunched over her computer and trying to make sense of this “unmatchable” person and finding people who might like him. She has spreadsheet after spreadsheet, trying to do things the analytical way. Jaque’s way, her brain reminds her and it stirs up a bitter feeling.

“I can’t fucking do this,” MC mumbles, standing up from her chair. She can’t matchmake when her own love life is in shambles, when every piece of advice she used and gave to other people made her blind. How can she give advice out, when no one loves her? She has no prospects anymore, it’s pathetic. 

MC paces back and forth, trying to decide what to do. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and she freezes.

yeah, i saw sparks

“I know you’re in there,” Jaque’s voice rings out, “everyone else already went home. It’s almost seven.”

MC glances at her phone, to see Jaque’s words are true. She doesn’t even feel hungry, even though she hasn’t eaten today. She just feels empty. Without saying anything, MC sits down in front of the door, resting her back against it.

“Can you unlock the door? Can we talk, please?” Jaque pleads.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” MC says plainly, her voice hoarse still from their screaming match.

“I get it,” Jaque’s voice is softer and MC can hear her sit down on the other side of the door, “just give me five minutes, that’s all I ask.”

“Okay,” MC concedes, closing her eyes.

“I lied on Friday, okay? I was angry and I took it out on you. Veronica’s been like...like family to me. I thought that maybe if her and Richard could get back together, it would be like fixing my parents’ divorce. And I... I was jealous. You’re a really good matchmaker, like really good. And, it’s scary,” Jaque tells her.

“This competition isn’t worth it,” MC ignores most of her statement, “you can have the CEO spot. I’m quitting anyways.”

“What?” Jaque says.

“If I can’t even keep my personal life from falling apart, I shouldn’t be a matchmaker,” MC’s voice cracks, “everything I’ve told my clients, I followed and it didn’t work out. I shouldn’t be here.”

“You should be here, you deserve to be here, are you...are you crying?” Jaque’s voice is surprisingly gentle.

“No,” MC sniffles, tears running down her cheeks.

“Please, just open the door MC, let me explain,” Jaque murmurs, “please baby.”

MC rubs at her eyes, taking in a shaky breath as she stands up and reluctantly unlocks the door. She takes a step back. The door gently swings open, light from the hall flooding into the room.

Jaque is silhouetted by the light, and MC hates how effortlessly put together she seems. Still, when Jaque takes a step forward, MC sees the tears in her eyes.

sing it out

Jaque takes one look at her and then breaks out into sobs. Alarmed, MC’s eyes widen as Jaque’s shoulders shake. She takes a hesitant step forward before wrapping her arms around her. Jaque leans into the embrace.

“I lied, okay? I lied,” Jaque says through sobs, “I love you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life and I thought that if I just pushed you away I could win. But I can’t, I can’t deny what you make me feel. This competition isn’t worth losing you, nothing is worth losing you. You’re...you’re my match, MC. As soon as you left on Friday, I ran after you. I got into the first cab and made my way to your apartment. But I couldn’t even take a step inside, I’m a coward, okay? I...I thought pushing you away would solve my problems. But that’s not how this work, love isn’t something you can hide. Fuck the competition, fuck the CEO role, fuck everything. None of that means anything to me, if I can’t have you.”

Jaque clings to her, her fingertips digging into MC’s shoulder blades. MC is content with letting Jaque hurt her, if only to feel her in her arms one last time. 

“You really hurt me, Jaque, one apology won’t fix that,” MC says.

“I know, but would it help if we have makeup sex?” Jaque jokes before sniffling.

“You’re on thin ice,” MC rolls her eyes.

“...That wasn’t a no,” Jaque tells her.

MC pulls back, hitting her on the arm. Jaque yelps before a soft smile breaks out on her face.

“Just please stay here, even if you don’t want to take me back, that’s okay. Just please stay with the company, with Veronica, with-, with me,” Jaque says to her, eyes sparkling.

MC mulls it over before she nods, “Okay.”

“Can I kiss you, please?” Jaque says desperately.

MC rolls her eyes again before grabbing onto Jaque’s collar and pulling her close. Their lips meet, the taste of mint toothpaste mixing with the salt from their tears. It’s a slow, gentle kiss and MC is the first one to break it.

“Did you just brush your teeth?” MC murmurs.

Jaque grins, “Maybe.”

MC lets out a quiet laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork,” Jaque says.

“You act like I forgive you already, one kiss won’t change that,” MC tells her honestly.

“I know, but it doesn’t hurt,” Jaque smiles before kissing her again.

When they finally pull away to breathe, Jaque grins at her. MC smiles up at her, a half-smile but it’s the most she can muster. The hurt from Jaque’s words won’t fade overnight and they’re far from being official, but MC feels a little less shaky about where they’re at. Maybe it would be good to take things slow, try and approach things like a normal couple would-

“Is it time for makeup sex?” Jaque whispers.

Or not.

#ms match #playchoices #choices: stories you play #choices #jack x mc #angst #my writing #mine #hurt/comfort #wlw #jaque x mc #jaqueline monroe #jaqueline x mc

[pizzadogssidekick]

NAME: Clinton Francis Barton

RESIDENCE: Bed Stuy, Brooklyn, NYC

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Varies. Sometimes less than an hour, sometimes upto 12. Most often about 4-5.

TYPE OF BED: King size, memory foam. The super expensive type. Comfortable, and supportive of aching muscles.

AMOUNT OF BLANKETS:  In the summer, one. In the winter, three. Clint's naturally quite warm so most of the time in summer the blankets gets kicked to the floor.

AMOUNT OF PILLOWS: two.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Clint sleeps in boxers.  

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Lucky usually finds his way on to the bed at some time during the night.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH PLUSHIES? No.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY? The company of certain people help him to sleep better.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP? Not particularly, he can sleep almost anywhere. Although the quality of sleep varies with location. And he wakes up aching if he sleeps somewhere too uncomfortable.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES? Yes. They used to be a lot more frequent. Either he doesn't suffer from them as often, or they affect him less.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP? He'll take his bow and a box full of arrows and head up to the roof of his apartment to shoot.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS?  Naps. Naps are the best. Clint can often be found taking a nap on the couch.

WHEN DO THEY WAKE UP? That entirely depends on how well Clint sleeps. It can be anything between 2am and 10am or later.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP? About 11 or 12.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP? Lucky. He doesn't need anything else, he has a dog to wake him up.

Tagged by: stolen from the dash

Tagging: steal it

[thefirsthogokage]

I know if I "nap" now, I'll be asleep on the couch until somewhere between 12-2am. However, 9:27pm is too fucking early to go to sleep.

[thejolexgroupchat]

the one where they met in med school - part thirteen

roomates and sex noises

Hi!!! this part was SO MUCH FUN to write. I think we laughed one too many times while planning this part out. -- @iamtrebleclefstories​ @doc-pickles​ and Nat

If you haven’t read parts 1-12, you can find them on our Master List!

Happy reading :)

———

(March 2008)

It was kind of embarrassing to be honest. When they showed up at Meredith’s doorstep with a couple bags and boxes full of their belongings as the rest got hauled off to storage, they couldn’t help but feel the heat rising in their cheeks. Because leave it to them to leave the water running in the bathroom while they were too busy have sex in the living room. The tub overflowed and flooded causing water damage all over the small apartment. 

After some laughter and teasing, Meredith opened the door and allowed them inside, pointing up to Alex’s old room, “Rent is due on the fifteenth.” 

“Do you think we’ll get our security deposit back?” Alex asked as they unpacked their things. 

Jo raised her eyebrows, “You’re kidding right? We’re never getting that money back again. Be glad we were able to save our couch.”

A few hours later, the two were lounging on the couch when Izzie walked in, “Oh, hey guys. What are you two doing here?”

“Moving in,” Alex replied simply and grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl in Jo’s lap. “Our apartment flooded.” 

“Wait, you didn’t move back into your old room did you?” Izzie narrowed her eyes as she watched Lexie come down from the attic. 

“They sure did,” Lexie crossed her arms. “I got kicked out and banished to the attic.” 

“You didn’t get banished,” Jo rolled her eyes. “It just made more sense because we have more stuff.” 

“What? No, no, no,” Izzie shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Izzie. It’s my house. I decide who gets to live here,” Meredith looked at Izzie in surprise. “You’ve lived across the hall and shared a bathroom with Alex before. What’s the issue?”

“Last time he lived here, he was practically celibate and quiet. Now Jo’s here and you know what means,” Izzie scowled in disgust. “The last thing I want is to be living across the hall from sex-crazed monkeys while I am very much single and not getting any.”

 Her response garnered a few laughs from the group. Lexie shrugged her shoulders, “You get used to it after a while. Invest in wax ear plugs.” 

***

Living in the frat house wasn’t so bad. Sure, privacy was few and far between, but there were definitely some benefits to living under the same roof as so many people. Alex would disagree and say that it was too much estrogen for one guy alone, and got excited anytime Shepherd was around to talk to. 

In just a couple weeks, Jo had gone from being friendly with Meredith and Izzie, to actually considering them friends. The girls would often be found sharing the bathroom and getting ready together in the mornings before having to make it in for their shifts at the hospital. 

“Jo! Are you coming with us today? Because we’ve got to go now!” Meredith yelled down from the kitchen as Jo made her way down the stairs.

“Yes! Alex was on-call last night so he’s got the car,” Jo reached over for one of the apples in the fruit bowl and dropped it into her purse. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” 

Jo piled into the car with Meredith, Lexie, and Derek looking around in confusion, “Where’s Izzie?”

“She’s got the day off,” Lexie explained. 

“Lucky her,” Jo clicked her seatbelt in place as they pulled out of the driveway. “I wish I were still sleeping.”

“At least you get sleep,” Derek looked into the rearview mirror. “Meredith snores. Loudly.” 

“I told you about the wax ear plugs,” Lexie pointed out. “How do you think Izzie gets sleep every night living across the hall from Jo and Alex?” 

“We’re not even that bad,” Jo rolled her eyes. “Besides, he’s been pulling lots of night shifts the past two weeks, so we haven’t really had a chance to be loud.” 

Meredith chuckled, “It’s okay, Jo. You don’t have to explain yourself. Lexie isn’t allowed to talk since she’s sleeping with Sloan.”

“I still don’t like it,” Derek shook his head. “Mark should know better.” 

“I appreciate your concern Derek, but I’m a big girl,” Lexie narrowed her eyes before breaking out into a smile. “It is nice to have a big brother, though.”

The rest of the ride was done in a comfortable silence. When they got to the hospital, Jo and Lexie made their way over to the locker room to get ready for the day. 

“Who’s service are you on today?” Lexie asked. 

“Your boyfriend’s,” Jo gave Lexie a sideways look as she stripped out her street clothes. “Which means I get to spend the day getting him lattes and not doing surgery.”

“I can talk to him if you want,” Lexie offered. “Sure, he can be an arrogant asshole at times but he’s really sweet if he wants to be. Kind of reminds me of how Alex was with you.” 

“So, it’s serious then? Between you two?” 

“Maybe? I don’t know,” Lexie shrugged slightly. “I introduced him to my dad, so…” 

“Wow,” Jo raised her eyebrows and pulled her scrub pants on. "I didn't even meet your dad until a few months ago."

"We just got here a few months ago," Lexie pointed out. "Anyway, the point is, I could ask him to actually teach for once. He's actually pretty good at it."

"I don't know if it's the age difference, but that definitely sounded dirty," Jo made a face.

"What sounded dirty?" the girls were interrupted by Alex who came behind them and placed his hands on Jo's bare waist. "You know, I don't know how I feel about you undressing in front of everyone. You're too hot."

"Okay, now I'm leaving," Lexie rolled her eyes. "You guys are too much. I'll see you at home later."

The couple giggled lightly as they watched Lexie shut her locker and leave. Jo put her scrub top on, "How was last night? Anything interesting come in?"

"There was a trauma that came in at around 2am. A sixteen year old and a couple of his friends got into a car accident trying to sneak out of the house. They got pretty banged up, but everyone made it out okay." 

"That's good," Jo looked up at Alex. "Are you sticking around

or going home?"

"I'll be here until lunch and then I'm going home to sleep,” he replied. "I'll see you tonight, okay?" 

"Yeah," Jo nodded and said goodbye to Alex, making her way to find Sloan.

***

Later that evening, the doctors arrived home absolutely exhausted, everyone going to their respective rooms to sleep. Somewhere around 2am, Jo found herself being poked awake. She turned and saw Meredith looking up at her. 

"Meredith, what the hell?" Jo whispered so as not to wake up Alex.

"Hi. I need your help with something," Meredith explained in hushed tones. "I had an idea after reading my mother's journals and I need your help."

"Why me?" Jo grumbled.

"Because you're the smartest person I know," Meredith stated plainly. "Don't tell Cristina or Lexie I said that."

"Fine," Jo huffed and slipped out of the bed, following Meredith downstairs.

After about an hour of sifting through the journals and coming up with a plan to pursue in the future, Meredith and Jo both heard their pagers go off. They made their way back up the stairs to change when they heard a loud moan. 

“Ah!”

Meredith and Jo exchanged a look, “Is that Izzie?”

“Did you guys get paged too?” Lexie walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, “What the hell?”

“Wait, we’ve been up for over an hour. If no one walked into the house, who’s in there with her?” Jo furrowed her brow in concern. 

“Derek!” Meredith shouted, eyes wide, hoping not to find her boyfriend in the room with her friend.

“What? What’s the matter?” Derek rushed out of their bedroom into the hallway. 

“Nothing, nothing—is wrong,” Meredith shook her head. “I just—“

“What are you doing up? It’s three in the morning,” Derek froze when he heard the groans, face scrunching in confusion. “Who’s making a porno movie  in Izzie’s room?”

Jo’s eyes flitted over to the door of her room. She walked over and opened it, peering inside, “Alex?” 

Jo’s heart dropped when she saw the empty bed. She turned back to her friends and gulped, “He’s not in there.”

Three sets of eyebrows raised and Jo felt a couple tears prickling at her eyes. She felt her breaths grow more rapid and shallow as she started to panic. 

“Oh my God,” Lexie gasped in shock. “No… he wouldn’t. Right?”

“He’s in there with her,” Jo placed a hand on her chest in hopes of slowing the rapid beating of her heart.

“Jo. Look at me,” Meredith grabbed her shoulders. “I need you to breathe.”

“I can’t,” Jo shook her head as she begged the tears not to fall. “I can’t. He’s in there with her. I can’t believe Alex would—.”

“Can’t believe Alex would do what?” Alex asked as he trudged up the steps, fully clothed. “What did I do?”

“Wait, what were you doing downstairs?” Meredith asked. 

“I got paged and went to use the bathroom, but someone was already in this one. So I went to use the one downstairs and saw you and Jo flipping through your mom’s old diaries, but I didn’t want to bother you. Why do you guys look so relieved to see me?” Alex tilted his head to one side. 

“That’s why,” Lexie made a motion to Izzie’s bedroom as another loud gasp of pleasure made its way to their ears.

“Oh crap,” Alex’s face donned the same look of shock as the rest of them. Realizing what must’ve been going through everyone’s minds, he turned to Jo who looked positively ready to cry. “Jo. You really think I'd cheat on you literally across the hall from our room? Do I look that stupid?”

“I opened the door to our room and you weren’t there,” Jo averted her eyes. “I didn’t know what to think. No one’s entered the house.”

“Wait, you didn’t see anyone come in?” Alex scratched his head slightly before pressing his ear up to the door. “Guys, she’s the only one making noise.”

“She’s flying solo?” Lexie gasped once again and clasped her hands over her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“I’m gonna go,” Derek made a face and walked back into his and Meredith’s room.

“Damn... that’s hot. How do I get in on that?” Alex joked, ducking when he felt a slap on his head. “Ouch.”

“You pig,” Meredith rolled her eyes. “Okay, everyone get dressed if you’re going to the hospital. We’re leaving in five minutes. And someone go knock on her door and find out if she’s coming with us.”

“Not it!” Lexie ran back up to the attic to get ready. 

Sighing, Alex banged on Izzie’s door, “Izzie! Party’s over. Let’s go. We’ve got a trauma coming in.”

“Oh, hey. Hi. I’m not going. I’m not feeling too great, actually,” Izzie panted as she cracked the door open and poked her head out. “I think I have the flu or something.”

“You sounded just fine to me,” Alex muttered, the beginnings of smirk tugging on his lips. “Okay, then. Get some rest I guess.”

“Uh huh. Thanks,” Izzie shut the door quickly.

Alex followed Jo back into the bedroom and watched as she changed into her clothes. She avoided his gaze and silently began to pull on a pair of jeans. He watched her for a minute before speaking, “Dude, did you really think I was cheating on you? With Izzie?”

“I told you, I didn’t know what to think. I saw that you weren’t in bed and then I heard her moans and it just brought back all of my insecurities,” Jo shared softly.

“What do you have to be insecure about?” Alex narrowed his eyes at her.

“You’re kidding right?” Jo scoffed. “She’s a model. An actual model. And we live with her. She’s hot and smart and funny and tall, and she’s everything I’m not.”

“So what?” Alex shrugged. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close. “You are hotter and smarter and funnier. You’re not tall, but that’s okay because you’re already perfect. Do you really think I care if she was a model? She’s not you.”

“So, you still think I’m hot?” Jo asked shyly.

“Dude, I literally told you earlier today that it shouldn’t be allowed for the interns to see you change because you’re way too hot. The guys are drooling and the girls are probably jealous.”

“Oh please,” Jo rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious, babe. You are way too hot to handle,” he leaned in to give her a kiss. “But you know, you are always welcome to model for me. Any time, any place, any state of dress.”

Jo laughed, “Shut up.”

#jolex #jolex fanfic #alex karev #jo wilson #meredith grey #izzie stevens #lexie grey #derek shepherd #jo x alex #jolexie #jolex au #grey's anatomy fanfic #the one where they met in med school #THE GROUPCHAT #ghost sex #frat house #roommates #the loud house #sex noises #loud moaning #walking in on your friends #chaos #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy au #mark sloan

[hikaridemina]

tagged by @spacefoxy-irl and making me actually post something on tumblr

CAN YOU FILL THIS OUT WITHOUT LYING? (Copy & Paste)

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?

Chicken! (Was this supposed to be a dirty question? lmao)

2. Do you sleep naked?

No, couldn’t even if I wanted to.

3. Worst physical pain you’ve ever been in?

I legit can’t decide on what was the worst, might have been when I needed surgery on my kidney but that was over a decade ago so I don’t even remember. Getting shocked by the toaster at work hurt pretty bad though.

4. Favourite place you have been?

... I don’t know, I haven’t really gone some place interesting since I was a kid and my memory sucks.

5. How late did you stay up last night?

Until 2am playing animal crossing.

6. If you could move somewhere else where would it be?

Anywhere I could be on my own would be nice.

7. When was the last time you cried?

Last week over something stupid at work (because working fast food breaks your soul.)

8. Profile picture?

Some angel/devil tattoo thing I stole off google like a degen 10 years ago.

10. What’s your favourite season?

That tiny window between fall and winter when all the bugs gtfo.

11. If you could talk to ANYONE right now, who would it be?

A therapist. (insert laugh track here)

12. Are you a good influence?

Hell no.

13. Does pineapple belong on pizza?

Yes it does.

14. You have the remote. What show would you have on?

Something for background noise since I hardly watch TV anymore.

15. First Concert?

I have never been to one! 8D;

16. Favourite foods?

Mashed potatoes and gravy, pizza... basically nothing healthy.

17. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Something to do with animals or an artist. Neither of those things happened.

Beep.

[project-stormblessed]

1-50

Alrighty!

1. What color are your socks?

All of my socks are either completely black or black and gray. Lol.

2. Have you ever lied about your age? Why?

Only once when I was like, 12 or 13 making a second Youtube account lol.

3. What is something you regret in the past month?

Becoming distant and isolating myself from most of my friends. Quarantine has not been good for my mental health tbh.

4. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Honestly? Not sure. Part of me doesn’t, and part of me does. Can’t really get either part to agree one way or the other.

5. When was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper? Definitely well over a decade ago. Honestly can’t remember.

6. How old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you?

I was 11 or 12, and it was my older brother Jack who taught me. He also taught me how to drive lol.

7. Do you get along with your parents? Why or why not?

We get along well enough. Now that they’re retired the house is a much calmer environment.

8. What’s your favorite season?

Spring. I love seeing everything in bloom—the colors are very pleasing to me. I love seeing lots of green, and lots of lush plantlife.

9. Do you currently like someone?

Hmm, not entirely sure about that one. I guess I don’t really have any strong feelings for anyone in particular. Maybe. 👀👀

10. Have you ever used an Ouija board?

Nope, and I don’t plan on it.

11. What’s the last song you sang?

It was a song for choir this past semester, though I don’t remember the title that well or the composer.

12. What’s your favorite scent?

Never really had a favorite scent, honestly. My sense of smell has been pretty dull/weak for as long as I can remember and I’ve never really given much thought to any favorite scent.

13. What’s your favorite urban legend?

The Roswell UFO incident of 1947. It sparked my interest in aliens and UFOs at a very young age, and is probably responsible for a good deal of my love for sci-fi.

14. What’s a bad habit that you have?

Poor self control when it comes to time management. I tend to let myself get absorbed in things.

15. What’s a strange habit that you have?

Hmm. Totally blanked and could only come up with “making noises and pretending to be a mech of some sort when moving around my house”. That’s all I got.

16. What’s the first instrument you learned to play?

Piano. I started learning at 8 years old.

17. How would you describe your ‘type’?

Y’know funny enough I’ve never really thought I had a type. However reaching my mid-twenties has made me realize that my ‘type’ is kind, compassionate, goofy, and nerdy/geeky.

18. Would you rather stay in or go out?

Depends on the company, I guess. Though, usually I prefer to stay in anyway.

19. What was the last thing you said to your mom?

“I’m taking Dax out.” When I went for a walk with my dog lol.

20. Do you want to get married someday?

Definitely didn’t used to. I’m at the point where I’d be down if my partner wanted to, though I’m not sure I’d wanna spend a shitload of money on a wedding. Guess it depends on financial status at the time and the preferences of my partner.

21. Have you ever snuck out?

Nah, though I never needed to. My parents typically let me leave house whenever I wanted to as long as I told them who I’m with and when-ish I’m going to be home.

22. Can you sing well?

I can match pitch pretty well, but I can’t produce pitch un-aided. Usually. So kinda. I’m ok at best, all things considered.

23. What’s an embarrassing thing that happened this week?

I went off on some of my friends over something kinda silly because my mental state as of late hasn’t been all that great.

24. When was the last time you went sledding?

Uhhh, definitely more than ten years ago.

25. Have you ever liked/do you like someone you know you can never be with?

You kidding me? That’s like, all of my crushes ever. Maybe that’s an exaggeration but honestly it’s certainly FELT that way each time.

26. Do people often mispronounce your name?

No, though I have known a few people throughout my life that said “Bin” rather than “Ben”. I eventually realised it was an accent thing and stopped giving a shit very early.

27. Would you like to live in another country?

Yes, actually. For no small number of reasons. I’ve always wanted to live in Italy ever since I visited when I was 15.

28. Do you like to watch ghost hunting shows?

I definitely used to. I don’t really watch tv much in general anymore, though.

29. Who was the last person you said “I love you” too?

My mom.

30. What’s something you’d like to be better at?

Social interaction. Speaking in general. I’m MUCH more articulate in writing/typing than I am speaking.

31. Have you ever stayed up with someone who was sad?

Yes, and I’m always willing to do so.

32. What was the last thing you cooked?

I helped my good friend prepare some bomb ass ramen a few months back. I guess that counts.

33. Do you think you’d make a good parent?

I’d like to think so, yeah. I would make sure my children know I’m always there for them and will support the hell out of them.

34. Do you have trouble sleeping at night?

I don’t, but my dipshit body does.

35. Where is your best friend right now?

All of them are either playing video games or asleep.

36. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Factoring in every aspect of the morning ritual, about 40 minutes. That’s if I’m going somewhere like work or school. If I’m staying home then there’s no getting ready for anything but sitting on my ass lol.

37. How late do you usually stay up at night?

Depends on the time of year/what I’m doing the next day. Right now during quarantine I average anywhere between 2am and 6am. I’m trying to fix that currently.

38. When was the last time you cried and why?

The last time I truly cried was sometime in 2015. I was listening to Breaking Benjamin’s latest album and feeling exceedingly lonely/depressed. It wasn’t a great day.

39. Have you ever won a contest?

None that I can remember, honestly.

40. Can you draw well?

Lol. No. I have very little visual artistic talent or skill.

41. Would you ever date someone you met on tumblr/the internet?

Definitely, though obviously I wouldn’t just jump right in. I’m down for long distance relationships, too. But obviously mutual trust and emotional connection would have to be established first.

42. What was the last thing you ate?

Some brownie fudge M&Ms lol.

43. Do you think you’re/you’d make a good boyfriend?

I don’t really know. Never been in a relationship so I don’t have anything go off of. On the one hand I’m super understanding, laid back, and accepting of boundaries. I just want to make sure people feel comfortable and safe around me. On the other hand I’m also forgetful and very selfish when it comes to my time. I also obviously have plenty of emotional trauma/baggage (who doesn’t?) that tends to impede how I interact with people, so. 🤷🏼‍♂️

44. Have you ever had a near death experience?

Not that I can remember, and I hope I never do. The closest I think I ever came was when I fell off a ropeless bridge into a dry riverbed at 4 years old. Got a concussion from that.

45. What do you think people think of you?

Well, my anxiety tells me I’m annoying and boring. The logical side of me tells me most people in my life enjoy my company, so I guess there’s that.

46. What is your middle name and do you like it?

Don’t feel like sharing my middle name here, but I will say I don’t dislike it. Kinda neutral.

47. Are you close with either of your parents?

Kinda. My parents were often emotionally distant/abusive to my brothers and me growing up, and it’s left me rather stunted emotionally, and generally unwilling to establish a deeper relationship with them. We’re a bit closer than we were when I was a teenager, but honestly not much.

48. Do you like yourself?

Generally speaking? No. There are parts of me I’m proud of, but honestly I often find myself wishing I was someone else. I’m far from the self-loathing I experienced when I was younger, though.

49. State five facts about your appearance—

1. I’m 6’1”-ish.

2. Definitely just a bit chubby.

3. Blue eyes.

4. Currently sporting longer hair because I haven’t had a haircut since about September.

5. I have a number of faded scars on my arms from various self inflicted/work related injuries. All of them were caused by extreme clumsiness/poor spacial awareness.

50. State five facts about your personality—

1. I’m super goofy—I make lots of weird noises and motions.

2. I tend to ramble about things I’m interested in, particularly hyper fixations.

3. I like to think I’m a pretty compassionate human being.

4. Extremely awkward, but strangely that doesn’t show because I’m apparently a social chameleon.

5. I’m an observer, but also an overthinker.

Whew, that was a lot! Thank you, friend!

#asks #answered asks

[mcrmadness]

I usually don’t have problems with the amount of light there’s during summers in Finland but this year it’s apparently bothering me quite a lot. This is starting to be the brightest time of the year which means there’s only about 4-5 hours of darkness at night. And if you count in the sunset and sunrise, it’ll be at its darkest (meaning you can still see outside without lights no problem) somewhere around midnight and it’ll be already much brighter around 2am.

Because of this, I have no sense of circadian rhythm whatsoever. Not that it’d ever be that good during winter either, but now there’s just so much light all the time that my brains don’t know when it’s night and when it’s day. It’s after 9am here currently and I’m about to go to sleep. I woke up around 7pm yesterday. And now I am actually craving for darkness. Like, I want that pitch black darkness. I want to be in a room that has NO source of light anywhere. But can’t have that because even with all curtains closed at night, there’s still bit of light coming in from the windows. And I don’t sleep at nights anyway so...

But this is pretty much new to me - to crave for actual darkness. It does not affect my ability to sleep, I just have no sense of the clock and I just stay up as long as I feel like, I go to sleep when I’m tired, I wake up when my body decides to do so and my sleeping schedule keeps moving around the clock the whole time because light is not a concept. I like nights because they’re perfect alone time and during summer I always feel bit distressed because when there’s light, I know people will start moving around soon and I’d like to stay in peace for longer than that. Winter nights are awesome because it’ll be dark for 15-16 hours in a row but then it also has it disadvantages: not getting enough light during daytime which worsens my seasonal affective disorder.

But anyway, I’m going to sleep now. I’m happy I have the curtains I have because even tho it can’t make my bedroom pitch black dark, it can still make it dark enough to fool my brains to sleep for 12 hours because “morning still isn’t happening”. Which is why I basically wish I had some automatic curtain openers here because sleeping 12h every day/night sucks because it always makes the sleeping schedule move forward because I won’t be tired after 12 hours. There’s more than 24 hours in my day. I’d survive with 7-8h of sleep in a night but for some reason my body likes to sleep around the clock sometimes and it always fucks up my sleeping schedule for the next days. (And sometimes it just sticks to a certain waking up time, for example 4pm. I can go to sleep at 4am or 9am and my body still will wake itself up at 4pm. I’ve got no idea at which time my body will decide to wake up today, we’ll see about that. My bet is on between 5 and 7pm...)

#mcrmadness' random stuff

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Guys...

...my internal clock has officially been dragged across the nine realms, mugged in a Pawnee park, ran over repeatedly by Baby, chewed and spit back out by the Raptor Pack, and then dragged behind the Milano for 30 jumps.

In other words, it's fucked. I just slept until 2pm even tho I went to bed at 2am. It looks like I'll be attempting to pull an all nighter in order to reset my clock and get back to a reasonable amount of sleep (I say reasonable bc for me somewhere between 6 & 8 hours is perfect. So to each their own, if you need 12 hours to function, be you boo.)

Anyway, I'll try to get a few more imagines up today, I have a couple ideas.

P.S. if you got all my references, please be my friend.

#of a chaotic mind update

[kihosprincess]

21Q

Tagged by the lovely @xlilybebe

1. Nickname: got a lot of those but most people call me Moose anymore

2. Zodiac: Aries

3. Height: a little over 5’7

4. Hogwarts House: Slytherin

5. Last Thing I Googled: when do you fight ravus in ffxv😂

6. Favorite Artists: in no particular order; monsta x, seventeen, all time low, pierce the veil, kamelot, bad suns, frank sinatra, dean martin, hozier, aurora, sigrid, wicca phase springs eternal, sobs, in flames, too close to touch, etc etc etc if it wasn’t obvious i listen to a lot of music okay

7. Song Stuck In My Head: Daft Pretty Boys by Bad Suns and Somewhere In Between by Morningsiders have both been stuck in my head all morning

8. Favorite Time Of Day: nighttime but specifically between like 2am and 5am

9. Favorite Color: yellow, blue, pink, green or anything pastel really

10. Following: 242 last I checked

11. Followers: 7 because I had to remake and apparently v few people outa the couple thousand I had actually liked me enough to follow me over

12. Do I Get Asks: I used to back when i first started kihosprincess but not reallg anymore and definitely a lot less since remaking ajfnsk

13. Amount Of Sleep: depends on how bad my insomnia is, can range from none to like 15 hours

14. Favorite Number: 5

15. Why Is There No Number 15: bitch the fuck should I know I didn’t make this thing, what is this I’m Random XD culture??

16. Dream Job: ya homebebe gonna open up a cafe

17: Instruments: I quasi played clarinet from 5th-8th grade and I own a guitar that was my dads that I still haven’t learned how to play wkfnskwd

18. Languages: english, the smallest bit of sign language, and I’ve been ever so slowly learning korean since I was like 19 I wanna say? also a bit of trigedasleng but that isn’t a real language ajfns

19. Favorite Songs: Back To You by Twin Forks is my absolute go to song at all times, something about it always puts me in a good mood. But otherwise current top 3 fav songs are Cold In California by Ashe, Couldn’t Stop Caring by The Spiritual Machines, Friends Go by Maggie Linderman

20. Random Fact: I’m gonna be kitten proofing my bedroom after this weekend because one of my sister’s cats had babies and she’s passing one over to me

21. Aesthetic: forests or really anything greenery, disney, spiked collars and combat boots, leather jackets, pastels, rain… basically I’m making flower crowns for a metal band I’m seeing live on saturday and if that doesn’t sum it up idk what would

Tagging: @thatnerdyblondegirl @warmhyungwon @wonhos-monbaby @wonlovebot @ssugamins @ anyone who wants to do this really and as always y’all don’t gotta do it

#tag game #about me

[rositxespinosa]

YAY QUESTIONS! Almost, Cherry Wine, Shrike, To Be Alone, Sedated, In The Woods Somewhere, Nobody 😘😘🥰🥰♥️🧁🌹

Almost- Do you ever dance alone to music?

Honestly, no. Not physically at least. In my head I do though, I don’t know if that’s weird or not haha

Cherry Wine- Do you have a sweet tooth?

I have the biggest! I love sweets and sugar mmm

Shrike-What’s your favorite bird?

Shrike is one of my favorite Hozier songs so I am glad you chose this one. As for birds, I’m going to be basic and say Eagles and Owls. Oh and humming birds! I don’t know birds very well at all but these three are so beautiful and there are so many kinds! When I was younger I loved penguins, and this is going to sound really odd, but I love geese lol. I know they’re mean which is why I admire them from afar. They are just so cute to me, especially when they waddle around aha

To be alone- Do you prefer other people’s company or your own?

My own. I think I’m more of an introvert than I’m willing to admit :/

Sedated-What time do you go to sleep?

On weekdays between 10-12pm, I try to aim for 10:30-11, on weekends it’s been 12, 12:30, maybe 1-2am but I try not to do that so much anymore

In the woods somewhere- Have you ever had a supernatural experience?

No and I hope I never do *shivers*

Nobody- Who in your life is important to you?

My immediate family, my online friends (that means you Rose!) and myself because I am learning to take better care of me mentally and we are all important :)

I am so happy you wanted to do these! It’s been so long and I’ve missed doing it. Hope that with each day things are getting better for you. One day at a time. We can do this together. Lots and lots of hugs and kisses-Megan <3

[iminamanu]

Rules of the game: Answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagged by: @vodkertonic​ (Do I know you irl? If not, How did you find me? I forget that people can also see me on tumblr. You gaze into the abyss, and then someone beyond the abyss tags you in an ask-post...)

Nickname(s): Imi, Aelix, Zucchini

Zodiac: Sagittarius 

Height: 5′5″

Time: 2AM

Favourite band/artist: That’s like asking which is my favourite kernel of corn, how could you?

Song stuck in my head: “New Religion” by Jason Forrest

Last movie I saw: Twilight...It was surprisingly much better than it seemed when it originally came out. 11/10 ridiculous accuracy portraying the absolute awkwardness of teenage years.

Last thing I googled: The artist Bwusagi’s Lewis, a dude with his arms and legs reversed. Other blogs: A few that I never use. I have one meant for art, one where I tried to start an ask blog for “Hammibal”, one where I used to stash reblogs of porn before the ban, one where I explored my spirituality for a bit, and “your-mother-would-not-have” for the pun of reblogging from someone from it.

Do I get asks?: Nope. Nobody interacts with me in the traditional tumblr sense. 

Why this username?: My aunt was very prim-and-proper who thought I wasn’t being feminine enough, so I amped up my obnoxiousness by saying “iminamanu” as a weird sound. It stuck and has been my usename for many places.

Following: 693

Average amount of sleep: Usually, 8. This past month? 9 :D  Lucky number: 6 and 12

What I’m wearing: Nothing. It’s 2am and I had been awoken by hunger so I arose and quenched said hunger with pickles I’ve been making. 

Dream job: something where I make stuff I want to make and people give me money for it. 

Dream trips: Ireland would be nice. Perhaps a few-weeks stay somewhere baltic or slavic. 

Favourite food: That’s not a valid question. Next. Instruments I play: Piano, french horn, myself (an ass) Eye colour: Black like when you leave the waffles in the toaster for three minutes by accident. Ya can’t see my pupils unless you shine a bright light directly in. 

Hair colour: Pointy Aesthetic: Somewhere between gremlin and uncle-friend. Also I picked up some tTbetan fashion senses from my mom even though neither of us are that.

Languages I speak: English and Chinese.

Most iconic song: “Enormous Penis” - Da Vinci’s Notebook

Random fact: Two months ago I was trending #14 on China’s big social media site. I hope nobody who knows about that reads this. I’m going punch sleep again now, so mayhaps I’ll tag others later.

#imi's post #text #original #asks #vodkertonic

[lokisgame]

Just As Friends

He pretended it was about chasing away the cold, like mulled wine in Aspen, when he was a kid, on holiday with his parents. But it was not, it was bourbon on rocks and the trees only just started to change colors.

His buddy Jack was good company; didn’t talk much, listened well and gradually let his mind go blank. That was the best part, because above else, Mulder wanted the images erased from his mind, at least for a while. Phoebe perched on the edge of the desk, with her skirt hiked up and a man on his knees between her thighs.

“You’re a good man, Jack,” he murmured, looking at the amber colored liquid, “or at least you father was. Can’t say that about mine.”

There were moments, when Mulder stopped long enough, to look into the depths of his life’s fucked-up-ness, wondering, what went wrong, but tonight, a sharp knock broke the bitter spiral.

“You expect someone?” He asked the glass and hauled his ass off the floor, zeroing in on the source of the pounding.

“Coming!” He yelled, letting the booze run a bypass around his patience. “If you lost your key again, Marcus,” he began, twisting the locks to reveal a little redhead, livid, waiting on his doorstep. “Hey Scully.”

“Mulder,” she pushed past him, going straight for the living room, clearly, not there for him.

“Marcus’s out,” he said, closing the doors.

“From the state you’re in, I think you suspect where.” He sank into the couch, the ice in the tumbler almost gone. “If not know it already.”

"Don't analyze me, just tell me," she hissed, crossing arms over her chest, classic defensive posture.

"He's with Phoebe." Mulder sighed and let alcohol wash the words away.

Quality of tension changed. He looked up to see Scully's shoulders sag, her expression changed from angry to horrified. She knew that Marcus was with someone, but not exactly who that someone was.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, "I shouldn't barge in like that."

"It's okay," Mulder smiled and saluted her with his drink, "I'm sorry too."

"I came to tell him it's over," she said out of the blue, looking around sheepishly, hands hidden in the pockets of her jeans. He wouldn't mind watching Marcus get his ass chewed out, and besides, he always liked her.

"You can wait if you want." He got up and headed for the kitchen, "have a drink with me."

"I really shouldn't," she said, but didn't move from her spot.

Smiling when their eyes met again, he guided her to the couch, gentle hand on the small of her back. "C'mon, take a mental health day."

"Okay, one drink, but to what?"

"To our poor romantic choices?" He suggested, placing a tumbler in her hands.

"Faulty radars."

"Yes!" He laughed, raising his glass, "to faulty radars."

They clinked glasses and tossed back their drinks. Scully's face twisted and she coughed, but reached out, silently demanding a refill.

"That bad?" He asked, pouring, meaning the drink as much as her state of mind.

"Don't try to shrink me," she warned.

"Why would I, you're a perfect 8."

"Four!" She bristled, slapping his shoulder and making him laugh.

"No, you're an eight," he grinned, seeing her catch on, "trust me on that."

"You and your faulty radar?" She sipped her drink, slower this time, finally smiling back.

"Touche." Mulder toasted her again, and added, "you got somewhere to be?" Scully shook her head, watching the bourbon whirl around tumbler.

"Hang around for a bit," her arched eyebrow looked cute, or maybe it was the drink, "I wouldn't mind some like-minded company."

Setting down the glass, she shrugged out of her jacket, folding it over the armrest. "This isn't some half-assed attempt at payback, is it?"

He gave her his most non-threatening smile. "Definitely not."

"So my brothers are in the army and my sister is somewhere," she made a vague gesture in the air, "California, maybe, and you?"

"My sister was abducted when I was 12, no word, no note, she just disappeared," he played with his glass, feeling the mood sink as he spoke, "parents got divorced not long after, I lived with my mom on the Vineyard for a while, then moved to DC. Dad wanted me to go to Georgetown, I went my own way." Heavy silence followed. "I'm a mood killer, aren't I."

He glanced at her, ready to counter anything from ridicule to pity, but not sincere compassion he saw in her features. Their eyes locked for a long moment, until Scully looked away, her turn to look for words at the bottom of a glass.

"I should stop asking you questions," she said wryly.

"I don't exactly broadcast these things, you couldn't have known." He nudged her a little. "It's okay, really. You wanna talk something else? I heard that they found six dead cows in a small town, 30 miles west from here, completely drained of blood."

The idea, however preposterous, earned him a bewildered smile. "How?"

"Through two small puncture wounds in the jugular." She rolled her eyes, he laughed.

"A prank." She declared, making herself more comfortable.

"Right, have you seen a 900-pound Holstein? Not to mention 6 of them? That's a lot of steaks and hamburgers. Oh, and did I mention two human victims?" He left the best part for last, but she refused to be impressed.

"If not, then what is it?" Scully challenged, finishing her slice of pizza.

"C'mon Scully," Mulder smirked, pouring the next round, "it's classic vampirism."

"Please," she mumbled, washing down dinner with coke, "there's like a hundred other things it could be."

"Well, doctor Scully, and what might those be."

"First of all..."

She lunged into a lecture about psychological fixations and genetic afflictions, and Mulder was positive, he never had that much fun in his life.

Two hours later, he was contemplating her small feet, stretched out and resting next to his on the coffee table.

"Can we just throw his stuff out the window? So we'd never have to see him again?" Scully mumbled, leaning against his side sleepily.

"No," he sighed, though quite down with this plan, "he paid for three months upfront."

His voice came slow, as if finding it's way through haze of alcohol, only to be met with comfortable silence.

"Anyone ever told you, you got cute feet?" He asked, apropos of nothing, just as her head touched down on his shoulder.

Ever since she sat down on the couch, he never thought about Phoebe, or Marcus for that matter. Now it was 2am and he couldn't bare to kick her out. So, very gently, freeing himself from her warm weight, he eased her down, resting her head on one of the pillows and draping a blanket over her. Relaxed in sleep, her features became innocent and sweet, cupids's bow above slightly pasted lips, a beauty mark to one side, slightly flushed cheeks from the bottle of bourbon they almost killed.

He dropped the other pillow on the floor and settled beside her, like a sentinel, in case Marcus came back and got ideas about giving her grief or something. Last thing he remembered, was a gentle snore, coming from somewhere above him.

The next morning, Mulder woke up stiff, but not freezing. Half of the blanket fell to the floor or rather over him, right with Scully's hand, now lightly rubbing at his chest.

"Hey," she smiled sleepily, hanging from the edge.

"Hi," he patted her hand and sat up, pushing the blanket back over her.

"Why did you sleep on the floor?"

"So I could watch the show," he chuckled, rubbing his face, "or kick Marcus's ass, or whatever. How are you feeling?"

"I think the pizza saved me," she sat up, straightening her hair and clothes, "but I wouldn't say no to coffee."

His eyebrows went up, but the snarky reply died quickly, killed by her small smile. What was a little coffee and straight-forwardness between friends.

"Milk, sugar?" He asked, getting up.

"No sugar."

"Okay, the bathroom is yours."

Gathering mugs and plates, kitchen smelling of breakfast, they bantered over the last issue of The Lone Gunman.

"Mulder, the technology doesn't exist." Scully argued, wiping the last of egg with crust from her toast. Mulder grinned.

"Easy there, you want mine too?"

"Sorry, it's just so good."

"Right, just don't let me catch you loving my cooking again, or..."

"Dana?" Marcus appeared in the doorway, making them both look around. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi," she smiled, unfazed, but it faded quickly, "wait, what time is it?"

"Almost 9:30," Mulder said, glancing at the clock behind her.

"Shit," she jumped, as if burned, scrambling for her things, "I've got a study group in an hour!"

"Jacket on the chair, shoes by the couch." He offered and she slowed down, long enough to peck him on the cheek.

"Thanks."

Leaving Mulder grinning like a kid, she rushed out only to have her way blocked by Marcus. Barefoot, she stood almost a foot shorter, but it didn't stop her from staring him down in that moment. "You and me, we're done." She said coldly and stepped past him.

The two men stared at each other, waiting for hurricane Scully to pass, and with a yelled, "Later Mulder!" the doors slammed shut. Campus radio filled the heavy silence.

"So, you're nailing my leftovers now?" Marcus finally spoke, hiding behind false bravado.

Mulder snorted, and went back to doing dishes. "You're clueless man."

"Yeah? How?"

"Scully is no leftovers, she's a whole three course meal, and desert." And you just made, the greatest mistake of your life. He thought, hiding a smile as he washed and rinsed the mugs, stacking them in the drier.

#x files fanfic #msr fanfic #college au #fluff and humor #Just As Friends