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Little Red Lies - Chapter 1

Or, AUgust 2021 Day 10 - Fake Dating

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[Booked tckts yet? virge wants 2 check u still need 2 places 4 reception dinner]

Trash Rat 22:57

[cant w8 2 meet ur new ~date~]

Trash Rat 22:58

Roman stared at the messages for several long seconds, then groaned.

[Of course I booked tickets. Yes I still need the +1 seat.]

Roman 23:04

[cant believe u havent even sent a pic or yk a name]

Trash Rat 23:06

[no shame if ur still </3 ovr remy]

Trash Rat 23:06

[even tho its been 2 yrs now]

Trash Rat 23:07

[Of course I’m over remy. You’ll meet my boyfriend when we get there. He’s shy.]

Roman 23:07

Roman seriously considered throwing his phone across the room and booking a plane ticket to Alaska rather than Manhattan. That way, he wouldn’t have to go to his brother’s wedding and admit that he was most definitely single and most definitely not over his ex boyfriend (of seventeen months - two years was an unfair exaggeration).

[u kno virge h8s not knowing whos coming to his wedding right]

Trash Rat 23:10

[I know, I know, I’ll apologise as soon as we get there. He’ll be first to meet my bf, promise.]

Roman 23:11

[book ur fuckin plane tckts ro, I know u didnt do it yet]

Trash Rat 23:11

Roman threw his phone across the room.

It bounced off of his Heathers poster and landed on his desk, which was covered in scripts, textbooks, empty takeout containers, balled up bits of paper, crumpled drinks cans, and pens, and Roman buried his face in his pillow and groaned.

Ten months ago, Roman’s sister had flown down to Los Angeles, dragged Roman out of bed and announced that he was actually Roman’s brother. Almost sooner than Roman had been able to take this in stride, Virgil had added that he was marrying his boyfriend in December and would Roman mind being one of his groomsmen? While Roman was still reeling from the bombshell that was the fact that their gremlin of an elder brother Remus was Virgil’s best man, Virgil had leaned forward and asked if Roman was doing alright because he couldn’t help but notice that his dorm room resembled ‘the result of an explosive going off in a pigsty’.

Roman had blinked dumbly at him, nodded, and then started pressing for details about Virgil’s wedding. Eventually, his brother had promised that he’d get Patton, his fiance, to call Roman to discuss every detail, from location to napkin frills, and Roman felt that he had managed to avoid the topic of how he was doing.

When he and Remy had first broken up, midway through last July, Roman had gone to pieces. He had spent the end of the summer holiday between his first and second years locked in his room and listening to the same few songs on loop until Virgil, who was three years older and had been packing his things to move into his new apartment, had put his fist through the wall between their rooms. Then Roman had put his headphones on. It wasn’t Virgil’s fault that he was too uncivilised to appreciate the wonders of ‘Michael In The Bathroom’, ‘Someone You Loved’, or ‘Impossible’, after all.

Then Roman had gone back to university, where he had tried to drown himself in reading for his degree, and instead ended up sleeping through lectures after all-night crying sessions. He had tried to submerge himself in his essays and instead ended up daydreaming about his ex-boyfriend in study sessions. He had tried to get involved in theatre productions, but every audition had gone sour, and he often ended up thinking about the few times he and Remy had met up over the previous year rather than learning his lines.

Everyone had said that long distance relationships would be hard, but Roman, the romantic fool that he was, had insisted that they could do it.

They couldn’t.

Eight months ago, nine months after the two of them had broken up, two months after Virgil had announced his wedding plans, Remus and his partner had flown into Los Angeles and tried to stage an intervention. This had involved Remus trying to seduce the campus security guard and almost getting reported to the police (Roman had always insisted that his mustache only made him look sketchy), followed by Janus sneaking past the pair of them and into the building. Remus had somehow managed to join him moments later, and the two of them had somehow made their way up to Roman’s floor without alerting anyone else of their presence.

Roman had been woken by a furious hammering at his bedroom door at a little after four in the morning, and had to wade through a mess of papers and laundry to find that the two of them had knocked on every single door on his corridor, unable to remember which was his. He had not been popular with his dormmates the next day.

Their intervention had involved sitting on Roman’s bed and sharing the leftover pizza that had been on Roman’s desk for the last three days, and telling him to wash the dirty clothes all over his floor. Then they had tried to persuade him to accompany them to a bar to hook him up with somebody, and Roman had quickly concluded that the pair was somewhat drunk.

He had vehemently refused, and when Janus had eventually rolled onto his back, dark hair dangling off the edge of the bed and onto the sticky patch of carpet that Roman had spilled soda on three weeks ago, he practically whined that Roman was being very difficult when all they were doing was trying to help him.

“Trying to help me? You’ve disturbed the people I live with at fuck-o’clock in the morning! I have class tomorrow!” Roman was sat at his desk chair, trying very hard to ignore the stack of textbooks he was supposed to have read and hadn’t.

Remus rested a hand on Janus’ hip to stop him from rolling off the bed, and raised a lazy eyebrow at him. “Cut the bullshit, little bro. We all know you haven’t been to class in… How long, Jan?”

“Two months, three weeks, and four days,” Janus sing-songed.

“How the fuck do you know that?” It sounded about right, anyway, and Roman had a feeling that if he denied it this would just take even longer. He spun around in his chair and picked up a pen from his desk. “It’s my business if I don’t go to class.”

“Called my sister. Jannie takes all your classes, you know…” There was the sound of shifting fabric, and when Roman glanced back, Janus was sitting up and tucked under Remus’ arm again, looking very much as though Remus had just placed him there.

“You’re right, Ro. It’s not my business if you’re not going to class.” One of Remus’ hands trailed slowly up and down Janus’ arm, so casually Roman could almost believe that his brother didn’t realise he was doing it. “But it is my business that my little brother isn’t taking care of himself anymore. You haven’t answered my calls since before winter break. You obviously haven’t been eating healthily - this pizza tastes like you fished it out of the garbage, by the way, and I would know - and you look as though you haven’t seen the sunlight since last July.”

The assessment wasn’t quite fair. Roman might have been skipping classes, but it wasn’t as though he had just been lying in his room and wasting away! “I went to the gym last week. And I auditioned for the musical in March. I’m fine, Remus! Can I go to bed now?”

“No! We’re going to a club!”

Janus had nodded enthusiastically at Remus’ words, then rested his head on his partner’s shoulder as Roman shook his head slowly. “I don’t want to go to a club. I want to go to bed. I have class tomorrow.”

“Nope.” Remus’ hand rose to tangle absently in Janus’ hair. “We’re going to a club, and you’re gonna find some hottie to fuck all the yearning for Remy right out of you. Then you’ll feel much better!”

“You’re pulling my ha-”

“Fuck no. We’re not doing that.” Roman pressed his palms into his eyes, then stood up and jerked his door open. “Can you go now?”

“Give me one good reason why you getting laid is a bad thing right now, Ro, and we’ll leave.” Roman had gotten as far as opening his mouth before Remus interrupted. “See? You can’t. You need to move on, man. Clinging to Remy is clearly unh-”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“-ealthy, and- What?”

Maybe it was because it was four in the morning. Maybe it was because Roman hadn’t been sleeping well anyway, and Remus had managed to step on the last of his fraying nerves. Maybe it was just because he wished it was true.

“I have a boyfriend,” Roman repeated, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the obvious shock on Janus’ usually impassive face. “Three months. Met just after term started. It’s pretty serious, actually.”

“Bullshit.” Remus looked half impressed.

Now it was irritation that flickered through Roman. Was it really so unbelievable that he could have found somebody else? “It’s not.”

“You fucked yet?”

“Remus…” There was a warning note in Janus’ voice, and Remus sighed.

“None of my business. Got it. Do we get to meet him?”

“He’s shy.”

“Which is another way of saying he doesn’t exist.”

“Asshole. It’s another way of saying that it’s four in the fucking morning and he’s asleep. You’ll meet him at the wedding, anyway - I’m going to ask him to be my plus one when Patton sends out the RSVP date.” The words had been out of his mouth before he had had time to regret them, and Roman had spent the last eight months trying to sidestep questions about his non-existent boyfriend.

He had later found out that Remus and Janus hadn’t really come down to see him. They had gone to Los Angeles to celebrate their two year wedding anniversary and decided they might drop in while in the area. (Just because they had eloped rather than holding a big party, Janus had commented idly, didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate it).

But now it was December, and Roman was partner-less and running out of excuses. His lie had gotten out of control, and he had ended up asking Patton and Virgil to include his partner in the guest numbers. He had invented dates they had been on for his mother when she had asked, and he insisted that his boyfriend was shy and had practically no internet presence anyway, so knowing his name wouldn’t help anybody.

He could just say that the two of them had broken up and go home alone, of course.

But that would mean disrupting the meticulous wedding seating plan Virgil and Patton had been making for months.

Besides, Roman was fairly certain that nobody in his family really believed in his mystery boyfriend, and failure to produce one after months of insisting that they would meet… Well, he didn’t want to open himself to that sort of ridicule.

Of course, it didn’t look as though he had much choice.

He hadn’t managed to make many friends at college.

In his first year, Roman had spent a lot of time trying to keep on top of his schoolwork and working toward the various theatre productions the school had put on; all of his free time he had spent planning dates for when he and Remy finally visited one another, or else video calling his boyfriend. There simply hadn’t been time to make many friends during that.

His second year… Well, Remus had been right. He had spent most of his time in his room, eating junk food, watching sappy romance films, and missing Remy.

So far, he had spent his third year trying to bring his grades back up to something more respectable… And missing Remy.

He knew it was pathetic. It had been almost a year and a half since they had broken up, and he still missed being able to call someone to talk about nothing at all at two in the morning, missed planning extravagant dates, missed the feel of hands in his hair and lips on his.

At least his floor was cleaner than it had been last year. And he had eaten slightly less fast food this semester than the previous one.

Roman’s phone chimed again. With a frustrated groan, he made his way over to his desk.

[Looking forward to seeing you on Monday!!! <3 <3 <3 !!!]

Pops 23:25

Patton.

[Me too, Padre! I’ll bring some of that fudge from the shop you love!]

Roman 23:26

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee <33333333 Can you get some of the currents+salt? Vee loved it last time + I want to surprise him]

Pops 23:26

[Will do. Looking forward to seeing you too!]

Roman 23:27

Patton would probably be the most understanding if Roman decided to come clean about his lying - but Patton was the worst secret keeper Roman had ever met. He and Virgil had been dating for almost three years, and in that time the thin voice actor had managed to spill every single plot twist in every single show he had watched or acted in. Roman had no doubt that Virgil would know that he was bringing home fudge within the next hour. If he admitted to Patton that he had been lying about having a date for the wedding, Roman would get Patton’s kind - if confused - reassurances, and half an hour later he would get the mixture of mockery and horrible pity that would come with the rest of his family finding out that he still wasn’t over Remy.

Roman let his phone slip through his fingers and land on his desk once more. Three days, and then he’d have to come clean - until then, he could just avoid thinking about it. Collecting the overflowing basket from the corner of the room (he had been putting off doing laundry for a while now), Roman left his room and headed toward the building’s basement laundry room. Term had finished last week and it was almost midnight - he doubted anybody would be down there now. Most people had probably already gone home, or were making the most of the free time to go out rather than spend it doing chores.

The light was off in the basement when he got there, so Roman left it that way as he loaded his clothing into one of the machines.

Moving around in the dark was far more of a Virgil move than a Roman one, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something comforting about the-

“Sweet fucking Shakespeare!” Roman’s hand flew up to cover his eyes as light burst through the small room, quickly followed by the strong smell of coffee.

“Sorry! I was unaware that there would be anybody in here.” As Roman dropped his hand, blinking owlishly in the sudden light, the newcomer made his way over to the machine on the far side of the room from him. “Most people prefer not to fumble around in the dark.”

Remus or Remy would have made some comment about how fumbling around in the dark could be quite fun really. Roman just shrugged. “It’s been a long day.”

He had expected the other man to say something; instead, silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the powder tray being opened, filled, and closed again.

Roman didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. He had seen the person in the room next to him only twice so far this term, and only knew his name because the mailroom was organised by room number rather than alphabetically, and the name Roman Prince was right next to Logan Ursa.

Logan looked more tired than he had on either of the other times Roman had seen him. There were deep bags under his eyes, the shadows almost deeper than Virgil’s had been at the height of his eyeliner experiments, and the black ponytail that hung halfway to his waist was missing, replaced with what could only be described as a thicket of tangled hair. It looked as though he had been outside even less than Roman had in the past few months: his skin was so pale it seemed to glow under the fluorescent laundry-room lights. There was a steaming mug and a thick book on the lid of the machine beside him, and Roman had the strong feeling that it wasn’t the first coffee Logan had had that evening.

The washing machine Logan had been loading began to rumble, and as the other student straightened up and picked up his book, Roman made himself duck back down to finish his own task.

He’d have to come back to collect his clothing later - Roman suddenly regretted deciding to get this done now, when it meant he would have to return at almost two in the morning, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Do you want me to leave the light on?” He was more trying to make conversation than anything else: Logan was perched on one of the machines in the corner, nose already buried in what Roman could now see was a heavy medical textbook.

“Obviously.”

Yeah, he probably should have guessed that.

Logan was still in the laundry room when Roman returned to collect his clothing two hours later. He was still sat on the same machine, although now he was speaking into his phone in what sounded like rapid Italian. (It definitely wasn’t Spanish: Roman was almost fluent in Spanish). (The languages were similar, but although he could guess at a few words, he had no idea what was going on). (Not that he was eavesdropping, of course). Logan’s hair was even messier than it had been before, and out of the corner of his eye Roman caught him jerking his free hand through it once or twice.

Roman pulled his now-warm and dry clothing from the machine and dumped it into his laundry basket, doing his best to ignore the way Logan was practically shouting behind him, but couldn’t stop himself from startling at the wordless, frustrated yell that came from the taller man a few minutes later. He was halfway to the door, but paused and glanced at Logan, who was stuffing his phone angrily into the oversized hoodie he was wearing.

“Everything okay over there?”

“Family stuff,” came the snappish response. Roman watched for a few seconds as Logan knelt in front of his own machine and began jerking clothing from it, folding pants as though he wished he were ripping them to pieces instead, then throwing several dark shirts over his shoulder and stalking over to one of the ironing stations.

“Pretty loud family stuff,” Roman commented, then wondered why he was bothering. It had been clear from his first meeting with Logan that the other student wasn’t there to make friends: Roman had been carrying a large cardboard box into his room the day he had moved in, and bumped into him in the hallway. Logan had looked him up and down, said something like, “Keep the volume down. I’m here to work,” and marched past him as though Roman were no more interesting than a hat stand.

Sure enough, Logan didn’t turn to face him, instead ironing a shirt in a manner that strongly hinted that he wanted to make it beg for mercy. “None of your business family stuff.”

“Are you-”

“None. Of your. Business.” This time, Logan actually did glance over his shoulder, and fixed Roman with a scowl that suggested that if he didn’t drop it, his face was going to be the next thing under the iron.

Roman left quickly. He had done his best to be friendly, and if Logan wasn’t interested, that was his problem. He didn’t seem like the sort of person Roman would really want to be friends with anyway.

Logan’s haggard expression lingered in his mind as he made his way back up to his dorm room and began stuffing his now-clean clothes into his wardrobe. He should probably start packing - his suitcase was sitting open and empty against one wall - but he had plenty of time.

Besides, he was exhausted.

Roman had changed into a pair of sweatpants and gotten into bed by the time he heard the door to the room next to his slam shut. Clearly, Logan was still annoyed by whatever ‘family stuff’ had had him first yelling into his phone and then taking his frustration out on his laundry and somebody trying to be friendly.

How long could Logan hold a grudge? Was he the kind of person who would calm down after a couple of hours of sleep, or would whatever he had been arguing about be hanging over him for the next week or so? That would make the winter break uncomfortable…

Or maybe he wasn’t going home. He had looked pretty invested in the textbook he had been studying earlier, despite it being almost midnight and no longer termtime. Maybe Logan was going to stay in the dorms over the winter break and use the hours without lectures for private study.

That sounded like a lonely way to spend the next three weeks.

The idea struck Roman suddenly, and he sat bolt upright in bed, the kind of elation that only comes with golden inspiration coursing through him. He would persuade Logan to come back home with him for the holidays! If Janus took it to mind to ask Janine about him, she’d be able to verify that Logan didn’t socialise much; all he would have to do would be show up briefly for the wedding, and he could spend the remainder of the holiday studying all he wanted, away from ‘family stuff’!

He would ask Logan the following morning, and when he agreed, Roman would book the plane tickets home - he’d pay, of course. Or rather, he’d use the money his mother had sent him so that he could bring his fictional boyfriend home. Either way, Logan wouldn’t have to spend any money himself!

Laying back down, Roman pulled his thin blanket back up to his neck and rolled onto his side, satisfaction warming him more thoroughly than any hot drink could.

This was the best idea he’d ever had.

“That is the worst idea I have ever heard.” Logan glanced into the hallway over Roman’s shoulder as though expecting an audience for a practical joke. “I cannot believe you have wasted my time listening to you.”

“Is… That a maybe?” Roman tilted his head and gave Logan his best puppy eyes.

Alas, Logan’s heart must have been made of stone. “No.” He made to slam the door.

Well, Roman couldn’t have that. It had been difficult enough to get Logan to even open the door in the first place, and harder still to get him to listen beyond the initial “I need you to do me a huge favour, okay, but it works out for you too.” In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have led with that. But then he had explained, and for some reason Logan was still trying to close the door on him.

“Ow!”

“That was entirely your fault.”

“You just slammed the door on my foot!”

“You did put your foot there after I had begun closing the door. My point stands.”

Technically, Logan was correct, but Roman wasn’t there to quibble over technicalities. “You got the part where I’d pay for your flights, right? All you have to do is show up for one day in something resembling formalwear, and in return you get rent free accommodation and food all holiday! Plus company!”

“I have too much to do to pretend to be your boyfriend for three weeks for no reason. Find somebody else.” Logan made to close the door again, and this time Roman caught it with his hand.

“There is nobody else!” Roman was aware that he was beginning to sound desperate. “You’re like, the only person I know!”

“That sounds like your personal problem, not mine.” Several strands of hair had fallen from the impressive tangle around Logan’s ears and into his face, and he blew them out of the way. His breath smelled like coffee - bitter coffee. Roman wrinkled his nose. “Let go of my door.”

“Come on, Logan! What else are you going to be doing this holiday?”

“Studying! I have exams to pass!”

“You can study at my place. You won’t have to pay holiday rent there!”

“I won’t have to pay holiday rent if I go to my mom’s place, either! Let go of my door!”

Roman finally pulled his aching foot out of the way, but didn’t remove his hand from the wood. “You don’t want to go back to your mom’s place, though, do you? The phonecall -”

The glare that Logan sent him could have frozen the insides of a volcano, and his voice was suddenly cold enough to make Roman shiver. “Good day, Roman.” This time, Roman jerked his hand out of the way, and the door snapped shut in his face.

Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to use Logan’s ‘family stuff’ against him. He made a note of that for future reference, then hammered against the door again.

“Please, Logan!”

Silence.

“I’ll be forever in your debt!”

More silence. Maybe Logan would prefer something a little more extravagant?

“I’ll sing of your virtues from the rooftop every night for the rest of the year!”

Nothing.

Okay, maybe that had been a little much. Logan had made it clear that he was there to work and didn’t want to be disturbed in his caffeine fueled study crusades, so something excessive was possibly the wrong way to persuade him to do this.

Oh-

“I’ll pay for your coffee for the rest of the year?”

Roman held his breath and waited.

And waited.

Just when he thought that he had been wrong and that Logan really wasn’t going to be persuaded, the door opened the tiniest of amounts. Logan was still frowning at him, but some of the ice was gone from his expression.

“That’s your dealbreaker? Coffee?”

“I drink a lot of coffee.” A slight deepening in the crease between Logan’s eyes told Roman not to push the subject. “You need a date to a wedding. In return, you pay for my flight there and back, provide accommodation for the duration of the winter vacation, and keep me supplied with coffee for the rest of the year.”

“Well, a wedding, the reception, any pre-wedding parties, and keeping up the act while we’re around other people,” Roman corrected, counting on his fingers. From the irritated twitch of Logan’s left eye, he got the feeling that he hadn’t mentioned the reception or the potential stag night in his initial pitch.

“Blue Moon or Red Planet.”

“What?”

“The coffee. I like Blue Moon or Red Planet coffee. They’re more expensive, so I don’t expect them every time - maybe a ratio of three regular jars to one nice jar.”

Roman blinked. “Uh… Okay.”

Logan nodded once. More hair fell over his eyes. “I’ll draw up a schedule and provide you with estimated projections of my coffee habits for the rest of the year so you can budget accordingly. When do we leave?”

“Um… Monday.” Still reeling from Logan’s sudden and complete 180, Roman cast around for something to say, but the long haired man got there first.

“Monday. That gives us approximately two and a half days to draw boundaries and fabricate enough pictures and stories to give our deceit credibility.” Logan closed his eyes, and Roman realised that he was staring again. He hadn’t expected the other to take this in stride so quickly. “Given that I have work to finish today and you will likely need several hours on Sunday evening to pack… Have you told your family how long we have been romantically involved?”

“Uh, since January. But I told them you were shy, so we don’t have to have any pictures or anything - we can say that all our dates were just pizza and Netflix, and…” He tailed off at the incredulous look on Logan’s face. “What?”

“You expect them to believe that we have been dating for eleven months and you haven’t taken a single photo? Roman, I have listened to you belting the lyrics of more break-up songs than I care to count.” Roman shrugged, and Logan rolled his eyes. “You are quite clearly a romantic. Had we really been dating, the number of pictures you would have taken on whatever extravagance you planned for our six-month anniversary alone would be infinitesimal.”

He had a point.

Roman had already stretched his family’s belief in him to breaking point (and probably well past it) by refusing to share even the smallest thing about his ‘boyfriend’ over the past eleven months; if he didn’t get home on Monday with at least a couple of dozen photos to share, their charade would be over before it could ever really begin. “Right. You’re right. We’ll need to spend the weekend planning, doing a photoshoot - it’ll be fun!”

“You,” Logan started, already retreating, “obviously have a different definition of that word than I do. Eight thirty tomorrow morning, The Roost. Bring a notepad, your phone, and a couple of changes of clothing suitable for various weather conditions.”

“Eight thirty? A prince needs his beauty-”

“Eight thirty. We are going to do this properly.”

Roman’s phone was in his hand barely seconds after Logan’s door had closed (albeit more gently than before).

Groupchat: Princes and Co.

[Can’t wait for you to meet logan!]

Roman 09:58

[a name!!!!!!!!!!]

Trash Rat 09:59

[we have a name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Trash Rat 09:59

[such a nice name! can’t wait either, ro!]

Pops 10:01

[About time! I’ve been stalling on the place settings for weeks waiting for this name]

Emo Nightmare 10:02

[Was about to fly out to LA to strangle it out of you]

Emo Nightmare 10:04

[he was. i had to physically restrain him from doing so yesterday]

Padre 10:04

[bet u both enjoyed that ;);););););)]

Trash Rat 10:04

Several people are typing…

[Suck a dick, Remus]

Emo Nightmare 10:05

[we did, actually]

Pops 10:05

[would but janjans at work :((]

Trash Rat 10:06

[Didn’t want to know, didn’t need to know.]

Roman 10:06

[Pat!]

Emo Nightmare 10:06

[Logan Ursa??? 4th yr medic??? Coffee addict???]

Snake Eyes 10:06

Roman stared at his phone for a second. That was faster than he had expected.

[u knew????? jan u held out on me??? the luv of ur greyspec life???]

Trash Rat 10:07

[You told Janus?! I’m your brother! He’s not even related to you!]

Emo Nightmare 10:07

[No I didn’t tell Janus!]

Roman 10:07

[I’m omniscient.]

Snake Eyes 10:08

[Plus I just asked Jannie for a list of all the Logans you could have associated with.]

Snake Eyes 10:09

[You and your sister scare me]

Roman 10:11

[He has surprisingly little internet presence.]

Snake Eyes 10:11

[Told you. He’s shy]

Roman 10:12

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Roman returned to his room and picked up his laptop, this time to actually book the tickets he was supposed to have booked weeks ago. He had no doubt that they would arrive on Monday to discover that his family had already unearthed everything there was to know about his fake boyfriend - should he break that news to Logan before or after they were on the plane? Making the man paranoid might make their weekend photoshoot a lot more difficult.

Their photoshoot! If Logan was really on board, Roman would have to make this as easy as possible for him - and the performance of a lifetime for himself. Given that he was expected to bring a notebook to their meeting tomorrow, they were going to have to do a lot of brainstorming, so he might as well start coming up with ideas now. He already had a few as he grabbed a notepad from the mess on the floor and started hunting for a pencil.

No matter what his fake date said, this weekend was going to be a lot of fun.

#AUgust 2021 #fake dating au #logince #moxiety #dukeceit

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yrpreciousmoon · 2 years

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First Date

Title: First Date Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Josuke x Okuyasu Rating: T Description: Josuke learns that his high school BFF is in town. Feelings ensue. (This fic is part of a series of unrelated one-shots inspired by various songs.) AN: Whoops sorry I guess punk!okuyasu is my headcanon forever now. Also I may write a spicy epilogue for this, so keep your eyes peeled! [x-posted to AO3]

“Wow,” Josuke breathed.

He could hardly believe that the man standing before him was Okuyasu Nijimura. As if to reassure himself that yes, this was really happening, he recalled the moment that had started all of this. All it took was one word to set things in motion and lead him to this point, standing on a street corner in New York City, seeing his best friend from high school for the first time in – Christ – years.

In that pivotal moment, Josuke had been doing something on his personal computer; maybe work, maybe wank, maybe just killing time on a forum, whatever. More important was what happened next. With a fateful ping! he received a message from a user outside of his usual “Friends” list. Outside, even, of his “Random Peeps” list, where the usernames of acquaintances and exes and classmates and relatives all went to die. So that meant that this person reaching out was neither a chance encounter nor a close friend. For a long time, Josuke had simply stared at the notification on the screen. User “xxOKUxxNIJIxx” wants to send you a message. There was no question of the sender's identity, no ambiguity at all – which in and of itself was par for the course when it came to Okuyasu. It must really be him.

Seeing the notification caused Josuke to be racked with a strange and sudden feeling: a lump in his throat, a flutter in his stomach. But... it was without dread, was all curiosity and cautious optimism. He accepted the request. xxOKUxxNIJIxx : hey ShineOn1983 : Hey? xxOKUxxNIJIxx : weird question xxOKUxxNIJIxx : wait this is josuke right Josuke began typing his reply, but had barely entered a single word before he saw “xxOKUxxNIJIxx is typing...” Apparently that first question had been rhetorical. And so he waited.

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : u still in nyc? ShineOn1983 : Yeah...? Uhhh, is this Okuyasu? Like from Morioh? xxOKUxxNIJIxx : formerly Josuke's hands hovered over the keyboard but he was once more interrupted by the typing... typing... typing... xxOKUxxNIJIxx : ok rad. thats y i wanted to hit u up man. i moved here last year too. meant to reach out but didnt kno ur number or w/e. hope its kool i got ur un from hirose

ShineOn1983 : Yeah!! Dude!! What?! You're here in the city? adsfhalkfhdaf xxOKUxxNIJIxx : haha yea

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : u wanna hang out some time? ShineOn1983 : Holy shit YES. omg. When are you free??? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS you asshole I can't believe you didn't reach out sooner xxOKUxxNIJIxx : i mean

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : u didnt either Josuke swallowed hard and deflated a bit at that. Ouch. His friend wasn't wrong, of course. He hadn't bothered to check in on Okuyasu, and he didn't even really know why. It wasn't like he'd forgotten about him, or that they'd had a falling out... he supposed they'd just drifted apart after Josuke had moved to America and then... life happened. After all, it's hard to be a college kid and have a best friend nearly 24 hours away, he rationalized. But... enough of that. Josuke shook his head a bit, coming back to the moment. He needed for formulate some kind of reply, something sufficiently apologetic that would make it seem like the failure to communicate was fully out of his control, but then: xxOKUxxNIJIxx : what r u doing tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night.

Apparently Okuyasu's band (“dude WHAT you're in a BAND tell me EVERYTHING”) was playing a gig at some dive bar in Noho (“we suck but you and I can chill and watch the other bands for most of the night.”)

Josuke had accepted this invitation with gusto, having never banged out a response on his keyboard faster, and then the two of them had fallen into several hours of catching up and busting each others' balls. Over the course of the night, Josuke became aware of two very important things between sending messages and devouring the replies:

1. Falling back into a rhythm with Oku was effortless, even despite two years of radio silence and the computer screens that separated them.

And,

2. Fuck, he had missed this guy. So much more than he'd let himself realize.

Maybe (probably) he'd been scared that Okuyasu had changed, or forgotten about him, or that too much time had passed. And maybe (most likely) he'd been scared that opening that door would be excruciating. It was much easier to leave Okuyasu as an undisturbed, happy memory, a relic from another time. But actually knowing that the guy was out there, living, breathing, cracking jokes, playing in a fucking band, made Josuke think (painfully) about all the things they'd been doing in their separate lives that could have, in another world, been done together.

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : hey this has been awesome but i gtg. c u tomorrow right?

ShineOn1983 : Hell yeah. Get some sleep. You're gonna need all your energy if you wanna keep up with me.

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : sleep is for the weak bro

xxOKUxxNIJIxx : xx xxOKUxxNIJIxx has signed off.

Josuke stared at the screen for a long time after that. Scrolled through their chat log, reading and re-reading his favorite tidbits, overthinking the wording used by both of them here and there, falling into fits of laughter over the stupid pictures that they'd exchanged.

The day that followed was spent mostly oscillating between complete excitement over seeing his friend and utter, soul-crushing anxiety. Josuke had gone through his wardrobe about a thousand times, gone out to buy something from the nearest Hot Topic-flavored boutique, thought better of it and went back home, then went out again a half hour later to lurk around a record store while leafing through pages of Rolling Stone and SPIN.

Okuyasu had assured his friend that their band was shit and that he'd hate them, but told him not to worry too much because the venue's energy was fun and some of the guys in the other bands were pretty cool. It had all seemed so casual for him, so easy, and yet Josuke was a nervous wreck, trying to figure out if he should try to go for more of a Nirvana vibe or Nine Inch Nails, and oh God what if he chose the wrong one and everyone thought he was an idiot and Okuyasu was too embarrassed to be seen with him ever again.

After finally being chased out of the record store for being a creep, Josuke found himself back in his apartment, in front of his full-length mirror, in outfit #461. He studied himself carefully, scrutinizing every inch.

The black boots were a gimme. They were simple, chic, they paired with anything. Someone might roll their eyes at how pristine they looked, but Josuke couldn't bring himself to scuff them, not even for an occasion such as this. Next up, jeans. Another safe choice. Josuke wasn't sure if they were too tight to be cool, but they were dark and resembled what the guys labelled “punk” in SPIN wore, and Oku had definitely used that word to describe his band. So, he figured these would have to do.

Moving on: his shirt. He'd pawed through his various flannels and plaids multiple times but they all felt too – mind the expression – buttoned up. In the end he'd gone with a simple red t-shirt that fit snugly across his broad chest, and paired it with a black blazer, sleeves rolled up. He was pretty sure his earrings were acceptable, and he was familiar enough with eyeliner, though he smudged it on a bit thicker today than he normally would have.

And finally, his hair. Over the years he'd reigned it in a little, especially after moving to the states, but despite the lessened length it was still rare for him to wear it in anything but a pompadour. He'd tried taking a flat iron to it and wearing it down for this particular occasion, as that seemed like a much safer bet, but – fuck it. Oku had made some comment the night before about missing Josuke's hair. So, yeah. Fuck it.

Josuke's eyes flitted nervously to the reflection of his clock, and he knew this was it. Do or die. Time to go.

He emerged from the subway station into a neighborhood that was unfamiliar to him, pausing for just a moment to re-orient himself. He located the nearest street signs and, with a deep breath and his hands in his pockets, made his way in the direction which Okuyasu had indicated the previous night.

It was a short walk, just a few blocks, but Josuke walked swiftly and kept his head down, eyes flickering up to scan faces and signs for something or someone he recognized. And then, just one block in front of him, framed by a neon light...

“Wow,” Josuke breathed. He could hardly believe that the man standing before him was Okuyasu Nijimura. He studied the tall frame sheathed in lean muscle, skin dark and dappled with scrapes and bruises. Yes, this man was boldly and undeniably the Okuyasu that Josuke remembered, and yet different in some ineffable way that made Josuke's heart pound in his ears.

It was only a moment before Okuyasu spotted him and stood up straight from his hunched position, a cigarette dropping from his lips. Despite now standing at his full height, he stretched his right arm as high as possible and waved madly. “ 'Suke!” he called out, and when their eyes met, he began to dash forward.

Josuke hesitated in his stride, breath catching in his throat. All at once he was hit with about a thousand different thoughts and nowhere near enough time to process even one of them. And to complicate matters more –

Bwuumm –

Suddenly Okuyasu was right in front of him, and Josuke froze in a panic. But the other didn't miss a beat, wrapping his friend into a hug and lifting him up off the pavement in one easy motion.

“You made it!” he exclaimed through eager laughter, and Josuke could tell his friend already had tears in his eyes.

“Oof!” he managed, probably too late to be believable, “I guess the rumors are true about all the hooligans on the streets of New York...”

“Shut the fuck up!” Oku practically shouted as he released his grip, still beaming like he'd won the lottery (again). He grabbed Josuke's head and began to roughly muss his hair, then stopped abruptly, eyes widening. “Ohhh, oh... your POMP!” he barked, “Iss' like not even there!”

Flustered, Josuke chuckled, passing a hand over his face to hide that he was definitely blushing. “Pssh! S-speak for yourself!” he exclaimed, talking half a step back. “Your hair's... well... No, actually it's basically the same.”

Okuyasu stuck out his bottom lip and donned an expression of false stoicism. He mimed smoothing his hair back, definitely how he'd seen Josuke do it a thousand times. “I don't mess with success, man.”

Josuke snorted. “Yeah, whatever. Shit. Look at you! I still can't believe you're here!” He took another step back, gesturing towards Oku with both arms. And maybe (absolutely) took this moment to study Okuyasu's outfit and see how his own stacked up.

Hmm. He'd also gone with black boots, but his were combat style, beat to hell, one untied completely. His jeans were also black, and ripped in the knees. Two belts, Josuke noted affectionately, though these ones were covered in metal studs. On top he appeared to have a white tank under a (surprise!) ripped, black t-shirt, and a motorcycle jacket over that. Josuke concluded that based on Oku's look, he'd passed the wardrobe test, though perhaps not with flying colors. And before he could stop himself blurted out, “You look really good!”

Oku winked, stuck out his tongue. “Don't sound so surprised! I'd say you do too, but you know already. So c'mon, enough small talk, get your ass inside!” He threw Josuke into a headlock and pulled him towards the door, both of them snorting and laughing all the while.

They clamored down a narrow stairway into the club, where everything around them was bathed in red light. Josuke felt Okuyasu's arm slip away from his shoulders and so he stood up straight to take in his surroundings. Several nearby heads had turned in their direction, and judging by all the nods and raised drinks that greeted them, Josuke gathered that this must be a regular haunt for his old buddy. He smiled to himself at the thought. In all honesty, he'd worried about Okuyasu when he first left Japan (and so did everyone else around him). The two of them had pretty much spent all of high school side-by-side, so how would Oku fare without him? But this seemed to be concrete evidence that he had found his footing and was indeed thriving.

While Okuyasu greeted his friends, Josuke scanned the room. There were a handful of small tables dotting the wall opposite of the bar, leading into an open dance floor where a small crowd was already gathered. On the stage before them was a single guy, noodling on a guitar as he checked the sound levels of his monitor. A haze was snaking throughout the entire the scene, evidently rising from a smoke machine somewhere, and the whole place smelled like cigarettes and beer. Without thinking, Josuke reached out to squeeze Okuyasu's hand but instead he grasped only air.

Josuke whirled around, quickly finding Oku leaning on the bar, chatting with someone. Blush crossed Josuke's cheeks, betraying his own thoughts. How did his friend manage to do that, look so effortlessly cool? He was in his element, radiant, and clearly charming the person he was speaking to. Josuke watched him slap a hand down on the countertop and lean back into a hearty laugh in response to whatever the other person had just said. He then shifted his weight so that his hip leaned against the bar, and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to more. Josuke took the moment to study him again (with less chance of getting caught this time)... this funny and earnest and passionate person that Josuke had somehow let slip away. Joskue turned away, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and opted to study the pattern on the dirty floor tiles instead.

Despite his efforts, the tiles did little to hold back that memories he'd been keeping at bay. He remembered getting on the plane for the first time: Okuyasu hugging him tight, crying. Josuke had tried laughing it off, tried swallowing his own sadness but it was no use; soon they were both sobbing and roughhousing through promises to stay in touch and stay safe. The only reason he'd eventually gotten onto the plane was because Koichi and Yukako had used their stands to pull the two apart. “This is so embarrassing for both of you,” Yukako had delighted.

“Yo, Josuke!”

The booming voice brought him back to the present, followed in short order by an arm that found itself around his shoulders once again. “C'mon man,” said Okuyasu, “You weren't thinking of watching the show from back here, were you?” As with their online conversation the night before, Okuyasu plowed ahead before Josuke could answer. “Hey, I got you this!” The “this” was a bottle of beer in the hand closest to Josuke's shoulder. He took the gift graciously with a weak smile, and saw that Oku was already downing the contents of an identical bottle. He tried to think of something to say – Thanks? Sorry? I'm the worst friend on the face of the planet? – but was saved by a sudden guitar riff and a burst of applause from the crowd. Okuyasu beamed and gave Josuke a pat on the back before he rushed forward to find a place in the audience, and Josuke happily followed suit.

The frontman on the stage was rambling about being happy to be here, about some wild shit he'd encountered on the subway earlier that day, and that his band was called “The Dead Friends.” Okuyasu nudged Josuke in the ribs and leaned over. “These guys are from upstate,” he explained, “They're awesome!” Josuke opened his mouth to ask a question but was immediately overtaken by an heavy rock anthem that exploded from the stage, and the crowd around him pushed forward as one. Okuyasu was totally unfazed, just increased his own volume in turn. “Bro, just listen to their bass lines, they're insane,” he shouted. Josuke wasn't sure he could differentiate one instrument from another in this wall of noise, but he nodded and did his best to focus.

It wasn't too long before Josuke's ears adjusted and yeah, he could make out the cool, sensual flow of the bass all around him and through him. Honestly – it kind of made him want to dance, but would that be...? He looked around. Some people were nodding to the beat, but many just looked on with arms crossed. He stole a glance at Okuyasu, who was into it, rocking his hips and mouthing the words and idly miming the bass line with his fingers. Ah, to hell with it. Josuke threw back the remaining contents of his beer bottle and let loose just the tiniest bit, allowing his own hips follow the rhythm.

Okuyasu eventually looked over at him, and smiled wider. “You like it?” he shouted.

“Yeah!” Josuke replied, and Oku shimmied a little closer to dance along with him. Something seemed to evaporate off Josuke's shoulders and he felt light, unshackled, happy.

When the song ended and Josuke didn't have to scream quite so loud to be heard, he said, “I never thought of this sort of music as something I could dance to!” “Yeah man,” Okuyasu answered, and he leaned in again, making Josuke shiver at the feeling of warm breath on his ear. “I know you're more into that pop and R&B stuff, but I seriously could see you jamming to this when you're like, working out or shaking off a bad day or...”

“Or doing battle with a serial killer?” Jouske added cheekily. Okuyasu cackled and Josuke's heart lifted.

“Man, if you're still doing that kinda shit, count me in, I haven't gotten to really stretch The Hand in ages. Oh, but I gotta show you this new technique I –” Now it was Okuyasu's turn to be cut off, this time by the biting riff of another song. He didn't seem to mind; his eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, bro, this one is my favorite!” He whirled back to face the stage and Josuke shook his head. God, he had really, really missed this.

The song was good, like really good, Josuke noticed, though he figured that Okuyasyu losing his mind in the periphery probably skewed his opinion. And the lyrics were easy enough to pick up on, just the same few lines being screamed over and over, so before long Josuke felt confident joining his friend in his blissful sing-along. This seemed to thrill Oku and he pulled his friend forward til their foreheads connected, both just shouting along and jumping to the adrenaline-driven beat.

The lyrics gave way to a guitar solo, and then all at once Okuyasu's eyes snapped open. “Get ready!” he yelled, “Here comes the drop!” “The wh –?” Josuke's question was answered by a sudden chugging of guitars and Okuyasu shoved him backwards into the crowd. Josuke blinked, and felt someone behind him shove back. And then from the right and the left... was everyone here just dog-piling on him?! Instinctively, his purple aura awakened and he looked to Okuyasu for help.

But his friend was just laughing wickedly, and with a flick of the wrist he brought Josuke back to his side. He pulled Josuke out of the moshpit and gave him a pat on the back. “Sorry, bro, I thought you might enjoy it!” Josuke blushed again, hoping the red lighting in the club would hide it.

“Hey, you just caught me off guard is all,” he huffed, smoothing his hair back with his hands. Okuyasu was still snickering, so Josuke shot him a look and pushed him back into the moshpit before heading in himself.

It carried on like that for quite a while, two friends dancing and shoving and shouting amidst the mass of bodies, high on one another's energy as they made up for lost time. Eventually they found themselves back at the bar between bands, sweating and panting and grinning madly at each other as they waited for their next round of drinks.

"So this is a normal Friday night for you, huh?” Josuke asked, wiping his brow.

“Pretty much,” Oku replied with a shrug, picking up his drink. He turned, leaning back on the bar, resting an elbow on it as he surveyed the club. “I don't play every week though. Guess you could say it's a special occasion.”

“I'm honored to be here, then!” Josuke said. “Seriously, this is pretty cool. I can't wait to hear you guys.”

“Good! We're on next!” “Oh!” Josuke took a sip of his drink. “In that case, uhh, break a leg? What do you say to someone before they play a show?” “Hell if I know.” Okuyasu shrugged. Josuke rolled his eyes and leaned up next to the other, both staring into the sea of people as they regained their energy. Occasionally someone would stop and say hi to Okuyasu, giving him a hug or fist bump or slurred word of encouragement. Two or three even stopped to add some variation of, “You must be Josuke, Oku's told us all about you!” but Josuke was too light-headed and guilty and raw-throated to make much conversation. Eventually Okuyasu clapped his friend on the shoulder and heaved off the bar. “Welp. S'bout that time. See ya on the other side!” He polished off his drink, gave Josuke a wave, and sauntered off towards the back of the club. Josuke watched him go, a soft smile on his lips, then looked down at the bottle in his hands. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but he was feeling... strange. Sure, there was that guilt in the pit of his stomach from neglecting this friendship... a frustration with himself, too... and yet he was also feeling euphoric, feeling whole again, like a missing piece of him had been restored. And he was also feeling...? There was some kind of...? Josuke shook himself from his thoughts again and returned to the crowd, pushing his way close to the front so he could have a good view. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long before Okuyasu and three others bounded onto the stage to mass applause. Oku slung the strap of his bass guitar over his shoulder and then turned to face the audience, smiling wider when he spotted Josuke, throwing him a tiny wave.

“Hi,” their frontman mumbled into the mic, “We're Ultraviolet Key, we wrote this song.” And with that introduction, the four of them launched into action. Josuke barely even noticed the music or the bodies jostling around him. He was fixed on Okuyasu, taking in everything about him in that moment. The way the red light glinted off his skin, slick with sweat. The look of intense focus in his eyes, the manic joy playing on his lips. Josuke followed his eyes to the fretboard of the bass, watched deft fingers working the strings. The sight made him bite his lip.

Ooof – the alcohol must really be hitting him now.

Josuke swayed and bobbed along to the music, applauding uproariously between each song, sweating a little more profusely any time Okuyasu grabbed a mic and shouted along. There was no denying it; Josuke was completely and utterly bewitched by his friend's confidence and bravado. He couldn't look away, and frankly, didn't want to. The flutter in his chest, the knot in his stomach... it was... the booze. It had to be the booze.

When the band finished their last song and the frontman had given his signature monotone sign-off, Josuke pouted a bit. He could've happily watched this all night. However, just as his disappointment was beginning to swell, he saw Okuyasu hop off the stage and pull his jacket and t-shirt off over his head, throwing them over his shoulder. Josuke's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Josuke moved forward, hovering a few feet away as Oku exchanged high-fives with (presumably) his bros, and awkwardly took a couple of photos with giddy teenagers. Ever patient, he gave each and every one their time and then bowed politely before breaking away from his little posse with a final wave. He strolled over to Josuke and shrugged, the hand that wasn't holding his jacket facing palm-up.

“Hello, Rockstar,” Josuke said, quirking a brow, “All done with your adoring public?” “Ahh, y'know, it's just the guys. And the kids... they're gonna be the ones playing up there this time next year. But anyway, wha'ya think?” His eyes brightened on that last part. “I mean, I know it's whatever, Maria hasn't had a lot of time to practice with school 'n all, and James just had a cold last week, and I – pfff – I'm barely figuring it out, but we –”

“I thought it was great!” It was Josuke's turn to interrupt, as he knew his friend would never shut up if he didn't. “Man, I didn't know you had it in you. You totally kicked ass.”

“Hell yeah. Thanks, Josuke!” Okuyasu hugged him tight with his free arm. “Hey, man, you wanna get some fresh air? I get really amped up after a show and I feel like I could punch a hole in the wall. But I really can't do that to the only place in town that comps our drinks.”

And Josuke could see it; could practically feel the energy still radiating off of Okuyasu. He nodded. “Let's do it. I could use a breath of air that doesn't smell like sweat and cheap beer. I have an idea, too.”

This idea lead them to an empty factory in an industrial neighborhood, the walk there passing easily. They had caught up and cracked jokes and as one excitedly went on about a song that he was writing, the other nodded and listened carefully. And so Josuke was a bit surprised when they actually came upon their destination; it should have taken at least 30 minutes to get there on foot, but it seemed like mere seconds had passed before he was kicking open a rusty old gate and announcing, “Well, we're here.”

Oku stared at the building in front of them for a moment. “You brought me to an abandoned warehouse,” he finally said. “So this is where you finally kill me.” “Yup, exactly,” replied Josuke, pulling his friend in through the gate. “I think this place was like, being ripped apart to get rebuilt, but for whatever reason it's just been sitting here.” He had Crazy Diamond bust down the front door, taking care to fix it once they were inside. “Basically? I come here to flex my stand when I'm pissed or stressed or...” “Or rip-shit,” Okuyasu added helpfully, looking around. “Cool.” “Yeah. I dunno, go hog-wild dude, I'll put the place back together after...” From behind him, Josuke heard a fuoom, a deafening crash, and gleeful laughter. He grinned.

From there on it was mostly Oku fucking up as much as physically possible; kicking and punching whatever he could find 'til his knuckles were bloody, scraping away foundational elements of the building to see how much damage he could do with a single swipe. And Josuke mostly watched, occasionally stepping in to dora some chunks of concrete into the air for the other to dodge and dissipate.

When all was said and done the two were just as sweaty and out of breath as ever, now with the added bonus of being bloodied and bruised, but they laughed it all off from the roof of the building as Crazy Diamond tended to Okuyasu's wounds. Together they stared out at the cityscape, falling into a comfortable silence even amidst the sounds of traffic and late-night parties and some distant rave. Their breathing slowed and their heartbeats calmed, and Josuke wished he could stay here forever.

“Josuke,” came the familiar voice, with an unfamiliar pensiveness. The boy with the now barely-hanging-on hairdo looked over his shoulder, just in time to catch a flask that had been lobbed over to him. He snorted.

“Really?” “It's Friday night, don't judge me.” Josuke shook his head but was already unscrewing the cap. A few more moments passed before Okuyasu spoke again: “I had a lot of fun. I'm really glad we did this.” “Same,” Josuke replied, “Seriously, thank you so much for inviting me out.” Okuyasu just smiled and nodded, and Josuke squirmed under the returning weight of his guilt. “Listen, Okuyasu... I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend these past couple of years. I don't really have a good excuse, I just– ” Okuyasu held up a hand.

“Dude. I appreciate the thought, but if I was pissed about do you really think I would be here right now? Shit happens. I'm just glad you agreed to come out with me tonight.” His expression softened, then he quickly looked away and nudged at a stone with the toe of his boot. “So uh... no use beatin' around the bush or whatever. How'd I do? You wanna do this again some time?” “Hell yeah dude! Any time you guys play, I'll be there in a heartbeat.” Oku chuckled, rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Oh. Yeah uh, thanks. But I mean, like, would you want to have a second date?” Josuke sputtered into the neck of the flask. “Wh– date?” he yelped. Okuyasu blinked, puzzled by this response.

“I... yes?” Realization slowly spread across his features and his brow knitted. “Oh... oh shit, dude, I didn't– I thought you– I am such a fuckin' idiot, I'm sorry!” He jumped to his feet, though he had no idea what he was going to do to fix this colossal fuck-up.

Josuke set the flask down at his side and let his face fall into his hands. Of course it had been a date. If it had been with anybody else, there would be room for reasonable doubt. But this was Okuyasu fucking Nijimura. “Oh my God,” Josuke groaned, everything dawning on him all at once. “This makes so much sense, it was obviously was a date.” Okuyasu approached him, looking pained, still at a loss for what to do. “You literally asked me out. You paid for my drinks. You even took me to see your band play to impress me.” At this, Oku froze, jaw clenched. He looked away.

“Bro... I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird, I -”

Josuke burst out laughing. “You idiot.”

Okuyasu was getting whiplash trying to keep up with his friend's reactions. But before he could stammer out another apology, Josuke whirled on him, grabbing him by his tank top and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Um?” squeaked out a dazed Okuyasu. Josuke just laughed some more, keeping his friend's face next to his own with a gentle hand. Perhaps with this closeness, Oku wouldn't see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Oku, this is... a lot,” he admitted.

“I- I'm sorry–”

“No, no, but it's... good,” he added quickly, and pressed another kiss to Okuyasu's lips. “You're so...” His brain was buzzing. What words could he possibly put to a good five years' worth of emotions that had been forced down somewhere out of sight and mind? “...so fucking amazing,” he tried, kissing again, this time with a hunger behind it. He thought of teenage escapades and sparring matches, lazy afternoons and all-night gaming marathons, and the same hunger that he'd pushed aside then. Lingering glances at Okuyasu's eyes, his lips, his figure. Moments when their hands touched longer than perhaps they should have. The way his tank top stuck to every curve, every line, as he screamed his throat raw on stage. Josuke curled his fingers, gripping hard at Okuyasu's hip and hair.

“Whoa, hey,” Oku said gently, pulling back just a bit. “I– I mean I'm glad you're into this but I– We've been drinking, we don't have to–” Josuke buried his face in Okuyasu's chest and shook his head ferociously.

“Trust me when I say we should have done this a long time ago.” “I know,” Okuyasu answered, voice tinged with sadness, and it was a shot through Josuke's heart. “I, uh... yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I think Koichi was sick of me always askin' about you. He told me to just reach out to you already, that you wanted to but were too stupid to do it yourself. Sorry. Just quotin' him.”

“He wasn't wrong.” “That fuckin' asshole is never wrong. How the hell did he get so good at figurin' out, like... relationship stuff?” Okuyasu huffed in annoyance.

Josuke stood up straight, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “...Hey. It's getting late. Is your apartment far?” He reached for Okuyasu's hand.

“Not too far. You wanna come over? Have some coffee, maybe uh... talk about that second date?” Josuke laughed and leaned in for another kiss. “Y'know... I'm starting to think this was like, our hundredth date, actually.” Okuyasu smiled at him and then down at their entwined hands. He ran his thumb back and forth across the other's for a moment.

“Josuke?”

“Yeah?” “Do you put out on the hundredth date?”

“Fuck off."

Fin.

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Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear? I'm just scared of what you'll think You make me nervous so I really can't eat

When you smile, I melt inside I'm not worthy for a minute of your time I really wish it was only me and you I'm jealous of everybody in the room

Please don't look at me with those eyes Please don't hint that you're capable of lies I dread the thought of our very first kiss A target that I'm probably gonna miss

Let's go, don't wait This night's almost over Honest, let's make this night last forever

Forever and ever Let's make this last forever

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #josuyasu #fanfic #fan fiction #oneshot #slash #m/m

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enchongmio · 3 years

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Noah to my Allie .

The Notebook.

That movie soo reminded me of You and how crazy the ride was, i had with you.

We would be too extreme Remember those fights in the car ? Looking back i dont know how embarrassing it was but boy how you just didn't care.

Few ones i vividly remember ...

that fight in glorietta we were in the car and fighting. I couldnt bear fighting and everyone is looking and told u to stop as ur car is not tinted and its so embarrassing. U exclaimed " ah nakakahiya ok we go somewhere no one can see us. .. started the car and i didnt know how fast the car went. I was sooo scared as i felt like the car would fall off skyway. But i didn't wanna show u i was scared. I pretended to be cool and didn't care.

We ended up in Laguna, where it was so dark .. i think that place now is where Nuvali is. You got off the car, u beg to talk and all the drama begins. That was such a scary time. I felt so scared of you yet i know i can't still let u go.

Another one was when we're in El Pueblo i honestly forgot what went wrong and i again was pissed. We were waiting for a slot to park and fighting at the same time. When out of nowhere u got off the car... went on my side of the car ,opened my door and went down on your knees." Oh my gosh! E--- What are you doing????? Theres sooo many people looking at us!!!!"

Its was a gimik night and sooo many people are there that night.

The intensity of that so called relationship is through the roof.

If there is one word i can think of that best describe what i had with u , it had to be the Most PASSIONATE relationship ive ever had.

Just like Allie and Noah.

When were not intensely fighting, we were just inseparable. Our bodies are just glued to each other.

May it be just queueing in Mcdo to order.. we'll be all over each other. U loved giving me back hug ,kissing my forehead, and jst caressing each other. I would always wrap my arms around your waist inside ur jacket and ul feel insecure and say " ang payat ko no? "

When we go to bars like that one time in Venezia, we went alone and couldn't get off each other..kissing and just all over each other. First time i was ever like that with someone , PDA is an understatement.

One guy who knows the x saw us apparently and told him i was cheating with u. They didnt know i was not with that guy anymore.

I never knew i could be this girl who lives in her own bubble with someone. I became reckless and just don't wanna be bothered, all i know is that iam in a secure place with you and Iam savoring every moment as it was too precious for me.. maybe in my head i also know this cant be and this needs to end somehow.

Understandably i know why people reacted how they did because this is not the person iam.

Iam prude, so conservative and would always think about how people would think. But all of that persona changed when i was with you. U brought out that side of me that no other guy at that time did. We would melt in each others gaze and you made my inhibitions flew out the door. My few friends saw how i changed and they're loving this new version of me but why with him they ask? I dont know , i felt the warmth and I liked it.

I know this is the person other guys ive dated wanted to see in me, i was tough and shy and i hesitate. Maybe because with another person i grew up with him so there's full of expectation, we were tagged as the ideal couple and the super kulit fun couple everyone wants to hang out with.. we clicked coz we make each other laugh.we got along so fine.

But there was something missing as a girl, i got tired of being in charge all the time. I want someone who would plan things out for me, i want to be treated as a lady.. And thank you for making me feel as one.

You complimented my every move, even my smirk, everything. With u i was confident and secured and that's what i was looking for.

One conversation i had with my ex after you and i parted and i got back with him, i asked if theres one person who he was jealous of, who would it be? He answered ,its E! And shocked as i can be, i asked what? Why??? Why him? He said because i described what we had was my most passionate relationship ever. But i never gave details. Never talked about how we were as i wanted to move past that phase in my life and pretend ours was nothing special.But hey guess what, maybe there are some things u just can't hide..Maybe his instinct tells him otherwise.

Some would say you cannot live with love and passion alone.. true that! But still im glad i experienced it , the feeling i had during those times surely i will bring to my grave.

It was short , complicated, dramatic but mind-blowing intense and passionate.

Roller-coaster ride of emotions indeed.

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on saturday night my ex and i were snapchatting and he was like “sorry u cant sleep over tn i have to get up early but i’ll see you tomorrow at my superbowl party” and i was like “oh cool see you then sounds good” and then yesterday he literally ignores me asking him when to come and doesnt open anything i send until an hour into the game and proceeds to take 40-60 mins to respond to each message and being like “well why arent you watching with ur friends? like u should be watching with ur roommates”

like oh sorry i was totally going to go to watch the game at

a. the house of someone who HATES ME where 2 of my roommates went (one of the roommates being the one i havent spoken a word to in 4 weeks bc of a bad fight)

b. crash another roommate’s date to a bar to watch it,

c. go with my last roommate to her ex bf’s house who she is currently in a fight with even though she didnt even say she was going and walked past all my roommates and i in the living room and out the door without saying a word to anyone and we had to track her location to find out where tf she even went

like wow so many options and you literally invited me to ur place like!!!!

so i sent him this

“like it’s clear you dont want me there but please dont invite me and then make me feel stupid by effectively un-inviting me it’s really mean”

and he literally just replied 2 hours later with a selfie.... and i didnt reply and he snapped me 2 more times before bed and this morning like why tf would i want to talk to you. it’s clear you cant even pretend to respect me and be kind to me unless u need a nice warm hole to stick ur dick in and let rub your back and baby u when u miss ur mommy. fucking asshole

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y’all know this mans? yuh.. really gets ya thinkin that men might deserve rights after all huh? i mean they dont but it makes ya think! anyway.. i’m urayai ( uri for short ), eighteen, she/her, and from bumfuck nowhere usa over in the est timezone. we livin in a winter wonderland over here rn issa nightmare :) if ya feelin the vibe now then check out my statistics page yuh maybe i went the extra mile MXDDDN! anyway if ya poppin ya p*ssi to nct, love wastin time playin the sims, or are prayin for both taes scalps then smash that heart! we need validation in order to live in this economy laid ease!

basic details

( wong yukhei, cismale, he/him ) — meet jaxon wu, the nineteen year old sophomore at washington state university. i heard that the hedonist is a literature major who spends most of their time either practicing on the soccer field or interning at dorrance publishing two days a week. if you ask around, you’ll find out that the scorpio was born on october 28th, that the last song they listened to was uncomfortable by chase atlantic, and that they currently live in the kappa zeta nu fraternity house. ever since the death of carter hayes though, the only thing anyone can seem to recall when it comes to them is that they used to share a room with him at the frat house.

+ smoke-filled lungs, constellations in his eyes, denim jackets, disappearing acts that rival houdini, heart-shaped boxes, thumb rings, lazy grins, broken promises, and rainy mornings.

full sleeve on his right arm plus a chest piece in progress

ears and nose pierced but he doesnt always rock the nose

emotionally stable? no. financially stable? also no.

on an athletic scholarship for soccer but he loves hockey more so its #emohours

plays soccer, hockey, and baseball

loves the finer things in life but can barely afford the free breadsticks at olive garden ja feel

hes a snake who loves that 5 finger discount

selfish but also too invested in people he cares for

impatient as hell like.. chile

middle child ya he was dealt only the best cards in life

loves space and conspiracy theories #wow so original amirite

gets super obsessive over projects hes def a perfectionist

bisexual / bitter / bilingual

mom is a bank tell and dad is a professor at boston u

not very close to his older brother since hes off gettin his doctorates degree

very close to his little sister tho they’ve always been best friends

enjoys goin on hikes to clear his head

other than writing he also enjoys all other things creative like painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, etc

he attends a weekly art class in the city

he def dabbles in drugs so if ya lookin he can probs hook ya up

he was carters roommate

ADAMANT — stubborn as shitttttt like fr. once he sets his mind on sumn and believes hes completely right cant be wrong then theres no changin his mind! at all! even if he realizes later that he was wrong he’d rather lower himself into the grave than admit it. he’ll also argue with you til the ends of the earth until the bitch literally dont have vocal chords anymore!

CONFIDENT — if i could’ve picked an alternate label for him then it woulda been the bellwether. he always carries himself with confidence which he gets from wearin nice clothes and accessories plus always bein well groomed ig? like his hair is always done, you’ll never find a speck of dirt on his shoes, that type of shit. even when his hair is messy it was done that way he would never go outside lookin like a wreck so jot that down!

IMPETUOUS — this bitch reckless af! he does things to benefit himself and only himself most of the time without taking into consideration other peoples feelings or how it might impact them. thats not to say that he doesnt regret it after the fact but lbr he normally? doesnt? see: selfish. hes just tryna get ahead tryna get dat coin tryna get him sum gucci slides!

PETULANT — sulky, bad-tempered, etc is jax thru and thru! and he aint afraid to take everyone down with him either. hes def the type to stir up drama ngl but he’ll back it up too and he aint afraid to throw hands! hes been in his fair share of fights and with his shiny new fake id y’all been knew hes been in more than one bar fight with more to come i’m sure!

plot ideas

MUSE — pretty self explanatory i think? this person just ignites fuckin inspiration for him whether it be thru takin pictures of them, writing about them, filmin them, drawin them, etc etc. jax always knows that when hes in a slump he can find them and that shit will come back as quick as flippin on a light switch!

RIDE OR DIE(S) — y’all already know wtf it is! we love those friends who just talk shit with each other, those that’ll go to bat for one another, but also arent afraid to be like “yo step back ur gettin a lil outta line” ja feel? literally gimme all that!

ANGST — i live for anything angsty tbh like im one of those bitches that gets bored when things are goin too well for my chara so i need someone to fuck that shit up fam!

RELATIONSHIPS — im here for it all! im talkin enemies, friends, rommates, party buddies, smokin buddies, fwb, exes, partners in crime, etc etc! im here and ready to snatch em all up!

TEAMMATES — jax plays hockey, soccer, and baseball so if ur chara does too then? uhhhh we def gotta plot cause we could go any way with the teammates thing like imagine teammates who hate each other and purposely try to hurt one another durin practices.. ugh we love pettiness!

ADVENTURE BUDDIES — hiking, goin to abandoned / haunted places, spontaneous road trips, etc! need someone or multiple people who’re down to just drop everything and go. doesnt even matter where tbh they’re just always up for a lil adventure.

SEESAW — lemme be basic for a sec ok just hol on! i rlly want a plot based off of yoongis song seesaw where maybe the two of them were together and at first it was great but then they just fell out for wtvr reason and obvs didnt wanna be together anymore. neither of them wanted to let go tho maybe it was like a comfort thing? so they just kept repeatin their same old shit and actin like everything was cool until one of them finally took the step and ended it just.. ik there’d be angst ik it and i need it!

PARADISE — the new song by chase atlantic! bitch! i felt it in my soul maybe i cried? jax dabbles in literally everything hes truly a mess so havin someone who just checks on him would rip my soul in half? someone who gives him a call randomly in the middle of a sunday night and is just like “hey ya been ok? not fallin back on bad habits are u?” shit like that. it would def be a thing where he falls a lil bit in love with them because its smth hes not used to tho that def doesnt mean at all that they feel that way about him! it can unrequited i dont rlly care tbh.

ik i forgot sum shit and ik this is a damn m e s s but if ya wanna plot then just lms and i’ll hit ya up! we can brainstorm or pick from one of our wcs idc just give this h*e sum plots i’ll literally die without em? im def the type whos down to prettymuch™ fill anything so if ya got a plot that ur rlly wantin but no one seems to be takin then give it to me i’ll 100% take it lmao! ya im desperate what about it?

#ehqs:intro #yuh ik this aint showin in the tags #but im taggin it anyway #╰ ღ —— ┊ filed under : out of character. ❞

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sadrien · 7 years

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wanna chat? pt.20

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

i'm not dead yet but i'm v close

eponine = alya enjolras = marinette grantaire = nino marius = adrien

enjoy

13:04

eponine: dont listen to marinette

enjolras: Ummm???? LIsten to Marinette

eponine: no fuck u

enjolras: :P

grantaire: ???????? what did you do

eponine: NOTHI N G

enjolras: She tried to chase Chat after the akuma attack and almost fell in the Seine

eponine: i did not

enjolras: She was 100% ready to swim

eponine: NO I WANS T

grantaire: oh is that where you went

eponine: f i g h t m e

grantaire: al youd do anything for another interview wiht one of them

eponine: >:( u arent wrong tho

grantaire: exactly i cant believe you almost went into the river

eponine: i hate you

14:16

enjolras: Has anyone heard from Adrien today??

grantaire: i talked to him thsi morning

enjolras: When was this morning

grantaire: uhhh like…. 2

enjolras: Sleep??? Is a thing??????????

grantaire: video games are also a thing

enjolras: I hate you

grantaire: </3

14:25

eponine: good afternoon i am gay

grantaire: youre bi

eponine: good afternoon i am bi do u have a moment 2 talk about our lord and savior ladybug

enjolras: Why are you like thsi

eponine: im running on like 5 cups of coffee

marius: lmao lame

eponine: what

grantaire: ?????

enjolras: Did alya steal adriens phone again

eponine: first of all rude second of all what

marius: who even is everyone on here??} what kind of nerd club is this

grantaire has changed their name to nino

nino: blame adrien he got all geeky on us

eponine has changed their name to ladybugfan2020

ladybugfan2020: hello im still bi

marius: what in fresh hell is going on here

enjolras has changed their name to mari

mari: Who are you??? And why do you have Adriens phone

marius: because he’s too trusting lol guess who’s thumbprint is in it and has access to everything

nino: i know my dude doesnt have anything weird on his phone that he wouldnt want people to see but still bro thats ominous

marius: ;*

ladybugfan2020: really tho who r u

marius: god i can’t believe you can’t figure it out who do you think adrien would trust not only with his phone but also enough to put their fingerprint in it?????

ladybugfan2020: nino mari probably not me but a girl can dream ladybug chat link

marius: i’m stopping you right there because fictional characters don’t count i’m honestly offended is there a block button on skype???

mari: Why do you have his phone Chloe?

marius: wow!!! one of you has a brain!!! a concept

nino: oh shit he had a big photoshoot today didnt he man i feel bad that i forgot

mari: He didnt want to talk about it much dont feel too bad

marius: no shame on you for forgetting clearly i’m the only one who cares about adrien here

ladybugfan2020 has removed marius from the group.

mari: Alya no

ladybugfan2020: alya yes?? i dont like her

mari: I mean same but Adrein wont know why hes been removed

nino: mars got a point

ladybugfan2020: ugh y do i like either of u

ladybugfan2020 has added marius to the group.

marius: fucking rude

ladybugfan2020: fight me

marius: maybe i will!!!!

nino: last time you did that al got akumatized lets ton e it down

marius left this group

ladybugfan2020 has added marius to this group.

marius: fuck you

ladybugfan2020: oh u wish

marius: i want out

mari: Then put down Adriens phone??

marius: i’m bored this photoshoot is boring you’re all JUST as boring though

marius has changed their name to chlo

chlo: a random reminder that i hate you all and am only talking to you because i’m desperate

nino: im honored

chlo: you should be

ladybugfan2020: new question y r u at the photoshoot

chlo: cause i was in part of it?? duh

mari: You model?

chlo: ok so clearly i need to talking up myself MORE i thought that was something people like you wanted me to stop doing make up your mind

mari: You cant tell but Im rolling m y eyes

chlo: of course i’m a model have you seen me

nino: unfortunately

chlo: fuck off

ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “chloe sux”

chlo: fucking this is why i’m not friends with any of you

mari: Lets be real you wouldnt be friends with us if we werent like this

chlo: probably true

nino: i dunno we were pretty close when we were 6?

chlo: oh god don’t remind me i’ve blocked that from my memory

nino: what? dont like remembering how we got married on the playground

chlo: get out of my life lahiffe

nino: are we getting a divorce??

mari: No you got divorced when we were 8

ladybugfan2020: i feel like im watching a soap opera wild did we all get married on the playground??? i got married to this girl in my class when i was 4 and she was my first kiss good times we had to break up tho cause she wanted to go on the slide when i wanted to use the monkey bars

mari: Aw tragic young love

chlo: not surprised

ladybugfan2020: k ive shared every1 else go share ur 1st kiss

mari: Kim in a game of truth or dare when I was eleven

nino: chloe at our wedding

chlo: lame also i don’t owe you anything cesaire

ladybugfan2020: i can just ask adrien later

chlo: fuck ok i kissed alix the day before nino and i got married alix kissed me i think it was a dare

nino: i cannot believe you cheated on me i want another divorce

chlo: yeah yeah

ladybugfan2020: whyd u 2 divorce anyway?

nino: chloe didnt invite me to her birthday

chlo: ummm????? i mean no i didn’t because it was a girls only sleepover but also i remember YOU had a crush on mari so

ladybugfan2020: just kno i am living

mari: YOu had a crush on me when we wer e 8???

nino: mari i hope you know everyone has had a crush on you

mari: ???????????????

ladybugfan2020: can confirm

chlo: ew they need me to do something i’ll steal adrien’s phone back later be less lame when i get back

nino: no promises

ladybugfan2020: lmao anyway now we just gotta find out who adriens 1st kiss was any1 kno?

mari: Nino would know

nino: i mean i do but thats for him to share im sure he will but ill let him do it

ladybugfan2020: nice now we just gotta remember to ask ive got it

ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6”.

mari: Subtle

ladybufan2020: thanks

14:43

chlo: i lived bitch

nino: did chloe just meme

chlo: of course i did???? i mean come ON adrien agreste is my best friend what did you expect?

nino: nah dude hes my bes t friend

chlo: no he’s not

ladybugfan2020: rude™

mari: Were his best friends????

chlo: pff you’re more than just his friends

ladybugfan2020: ????

chlo: nothing anyway you people are boring god did you do nothing while i was gone?? how does he suffer being in your presence

nino: has anyone ever told you youre kinda rude and obnoxious

chlo: yeah you multiple times

nino: cool imma do it again

chlo: where’s the middle finger emoji

nino: :P

mari: I cant believe you came back

chlo: yeah neither can i guess you’re less boring and annoying than doing nothing

PM between chlo and ladybugfan2020

ladybugfan2020: can i ask y u hate mari

chlo: i don’t hate her

ladybufan2020: …

chlo: it’s a long story

ladybugfan2020: well shes my best friend and ur kind of a dick to her

chlo: yeah well i’m not a nice person

ladybugfan2020: have u ever considered trying to b a nicer person

chlo: fuck off adrien agreste is my best friend what the hell do you think

ladybugfan2020: try harder

in who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6

mari: Has Adrien seriously been working this whole time???

chlo: not constantly but he hasn’t had much downtime when he’s not getting pictures taken of him they’re having him do other stuff probably cause he’s the boss’ kid but i don’t know i just pose and look pretty

nino: use no brain power like usual

chlo: haha very funny

ladybug2020: do u think hes gonna read through all these messages???

mari: Depends on if hes tired or not

ladybug2020: mk hey sunshine if ur reading this ilysm thats all

chlo: ugh they need me

mari: I mean you are like Working

chlo: whatever we’re almost done so adrien will probably be on next bye losers

nino: bye ex wife

15:07

chlo: Ok I see that something happened Oh my username has changed Well ok that explains almost everything

chlo has changed their nickname to adrien

adrien: I had to turn autocaps back on

nino: dude thats lame

adrien: I’m a lame person Also to answer the chat name’s question Nino

ladybugfan2020: ???????? what??????????? when did this happen??????

adrien: A few months ago?

nino: sounds about right

adrien: I had to do a photoshoot that was going to involve kissing a girl and I didn’t want my first kiss to be work related I was talking about it to Nino and he was like “the answer is to have your first kiss before the photoshoot”

mari: And so the next logical step was to kiss NIno

adrien: …yeah sort of

nino: fun fact adrien is a great kisser @alya cause mari already knows

mari: Please stop talking to me oh my god

ladybugfan2020: i feel like im missing out how do i get adrien agreste to kiss me how did u do it mari? it was an accident right??? just like…fall asleep on his face?

mari: I’m leaving goodbye I hate you all

ladybugfan2020: </3

#adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #my fics #wanna chat

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attina-the-responsible · 7 years

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How to Defrost a Mermaid ~*~ [Mersisters]

In which the Triton girls check in after the snow storm, and then discuss polyamorous relationships, Australian kisses, and consent.

We actually had everyone for this one, but at different times.

@andrina-the-amazingsupergenius, @adella-the-romantic, @arista-the-musical, @aquata-the-bold, @alana-the-badbitch, @ariel-the-rebellious

Andrina ok fam rate the latest swynlake disaster on a scale of 1-10

Attina i dunno if it hadn't lasted quite as long i'd give it maybe a 5

Alana 4 needs more gore, never really fearedfkrmy lie

Andrina i feel like court was a solid 3 on danger/ 9 on fun / 8 on cute boys

Alana Wow see we got comic book store man

Attina i dont think it was *that* fun

Alana and pauls crazy ex

Attina how crazy was she acting? how are the babies?????

Andrina that's becuase YOU were busy worrying while /I/ was perfecting my mixing techniques slash making the bar my fortress

Alana I mean idk I didn't talk to her see just seemed bitchy about the whole thing like chill we r all stuck in here and freezing

Andrina scale of bitchiness 1-regina george

Ariel It wasn't fun. I was worried about you guys.

Alana babies r fine. Comic man found a ton of pride u shirts to swaddle Alana Uh Uh

Ariel I did get to sing that song Total Eclipse of The Heart with Jim, though, and that made me feel better for a while.

Arista I dunno the ice castle was pretty fun

Attina um excuse me

Ariel Ice castle?

Attina also i'm sorry you were worried ariel 💗 but everyone is okay! 😄

Andrina wow and didnt invite me ris

Arista it was like ice skating and slippery but super cold so minus points for that

Andrina frankly that's so offensive

Attina WHAT were you doing in the ice castle

Arista I was on a rescue mission

Alana Wow

Ariel I'm glad we're all okay. We need to find magic portable bathtubs in the future though

Andrina on it ariel [finger gun emoji]

Ariel Who were you rescuing?

Alana thankfully the arcade sinks worked

Ariel Attina said you and Adella were home with Daddy

Attina wait for WHO what.

Alana Wow ris gets all the fun

Andrina five bucks if she says van

Arista Van got stuck in the blizzard out there so she went to the nearest building which was the ice castle. It's okay though guys Urs came too. Buddy system. I'm not totally clueless

Alana how was it Alana what is the yelp review

Andrina how was the service Andrina and did u lick the walls

Attina how did ??? that happen?

Ariel You risked your life to save Van? That's so romantic. Is she okay?

Alana nothing says love like hypothermia Alana just ask jack Dawson

Aquata at least you weren't alone out there

Ariel Who?

Attina god.

Ariel OH

Andrina wow

Attina wow

Alana titanic lad

Ariel The guy from Titanic!

Aquata oh my god ariel

Ariel Ugh he was so dreamy

Aquata yet you couldn't remember his name

Andrina was he

Attina how do *you* of all people forget that

Alana rose looked like his mum I swear

Ariel I remembered Jack!! Ariel Dawson threw me off for just a second!!

Arista um I would say 4 stars. Like definitely did not have the proper outfit. But it was super fun. Like an ice theme park. But totally cold. So much cold. Van is okay. Van, Urs, Kim and me are all at Urs'. Kim ended up rescuing everyone actually.

Alana imagine titanic but it's a MILF learning to love again

Attina ariel she tAKEs his NAME in the END how do you forGET

Andrina i'd watch that movie

Ariel Why didn't you get all bundled up before going out there??

Attina okay wait i need you to walk me through *exactly* what happened

Alana Wow go Kim rock on

Andrina still offended i wasn't invited

Ariel and I only forgot for a SECOND

Aquata you still forgot

Ariel FOR A SECOND

Alana I'm offended you got a BLOODY ICE Palace and I got orange Gatorade

Arista I was in Chapter Three with Urs and then Van texted me. I didn't have time for bundling up

Ariel I have Romeo and Juliet on the brain still!!!

Aquata Hey Tina remember how you told me that everyone was going to stay inside? Funny how that works out, huh?

Ariel I practiced my lines so much to keep from going crazy that I think I have them all perfectly memorized now

Andrina hey an quality time with ariel alana

Alana ah yes

Attina um well six out of seven did so i don't really like your tone, missy

Andrina did YOU participate in any karaoke with the jimmeister

Ariel I'm glad I had at least one of you there with me, Alana kept me sane

Alana Ariel singing as we all freeze to death Alana no, I broke into a vending machine with him

Aquata You really want to go there with me?

Arista Oooh what snack did you get

Ariel So wait, Ris, when did you get home?

Alana bottled water and cheetohs

Attina i don't think i need to go anywhere with you, aquata, i kept you safe--and ris is safe too i'm not going to apologize.

Aquata YOU kept me safe!?!? Are you fucking kidding me?

Alana uhoh

Arista excellent choices lans

Ariel Woah, hey, guys, don't fight

Attina uh yeah you're not dead in the snow so.

Alana remind me again why I'm the bitchy one

Andrina idk alana Andrina false advertising tbh

Ariel You're not... bitchy

Arista I don't think anyone's the bitchy one

Alana awh thanks Ariel

Ariel You're assertive and independent

Arista everyone gets cranky sometimes.

Aquata Yeah, you didn't FORCE me to stay inside. So no, it was not you that kept me safe.

Andrina in OTHER news i definitely borrowed a bottle or two of vodka from the court so if anyone is down for a post-swynlake-disaster throwdown

Ariel I think the storm and being without water for days didn't help

Alana yes please

Arista Oooooh vodka

Aquata I'll pass.

Ariel We should all get together for a group swim. I feel really thirsty and feverish still

Attina i think you've not got a leg to stand on, aquata you're still alive and not frozen to death ANYWAYS

Ariel I don't think I took a long enough bath

Attina andrina you need to give that back.

Andrina chill mom i'll pay i just dint have my wallet on me

Alana they won't miss it

Andrina in other other news i learned how to tie a cherry stem with my tongue while in there

Alana no one goes there for top shelf vodka they go there for tits

Alana nice

Attina who taught you to do that??

Andrina myself Andrina while u were flirting with aussie boy

Attina also it's not like we needed to steal it

Alana ^^

Attina i wASNT FLIRTING

Andrina only goes for aussies now Andrina here's the kicker Andrina ready

Alana is thou dabbling in two rivers of men

Andrina he Andrina is Andrina paul's Andrina roommate

Attina his accent was cute but Attina NOT FLIRTING

Alana NICE

Arista Oh no. That's bad

Ariel Attina!!!!

Andrina two for one amirite

Alana Wow u can walk from one room to the next

Attina we just had things in COMMON

Ariel have you DTRED YET

Alana what a dirty acronym

Arista Is he handsome? Scale of 1-10

Attina what no not with paul no

Andrina i thought she sneezed

Attina i mean--yeah, he was very handsome of course bUT not the point ~~

Alana threesome threesome

Attina how about that bath ariel ahha i need to relax

Andrina tbh like this guy doesn't have a baby AND he has a turtle sooo Andrina upgrade

Ariel Ew no threesomes guys gross!

Attina he also has a girlfriend so

Alana they are not gross

Arista Ohhhh Attina has cute boys flirting with her

Alana foursome foursome

Arista Turtles! That's so cute

Ariel Paul has a girlfriend? Ariel or the Aussie?

Andrina the aussie

Ariel Does the Aussie have a name?

Attina it was very cute! he showed me pictures of him, his name is scute--he has cute little outfits

Alana Wow invite ice bitch and have a fivesome

Arista What's the Aussies name????

Attina his name is stanley

Ariel Scute?

Andrina see a man who knits outfits for turtles is a man after attina's own heart

Ariel Oh

Arista His turtle's name is Cute?

Attina Scute--but pretty cute, he has some fancy long name but i can't remember it--i think the middle name was ashley. Attina oh! i hope he was okay, i've been worried. the heat lamp would've turned off during the storm.

Alana slide in his sms

Andrina all in favour of attina ditching paul for turtle stud say aye

Ariel Is Scute the turtle okay??

Arista Oh no! The turtle!

Andrina AYE

Alana AYE

Ariel No, you can't ditch Paul!!

Ariel He has kids!!

Andrina ugh ariel

Aquata he has a girlfriend, that's homewrecking.

Alana Paul has baggage

Ariel Stanley has a girlfriend!

Alana o tru

Ariel What Aquata said!

Arista Yeah! No homewrecking

Attina this shouldn't even be a conversATION

Ariel What baggage does Paul have??

Aquata um, he has children and a psycho ex?

Attina he doesn't have baggage he's perfectly lovely

Aquata thats what we established right?

Arista I dunno I don't think Attina has seen his closet yet

Aquata not his actual baggage Ris

Alana I'm p sure Ted Bundys victims would've called him perfectly lovely too

Arista Ohhh I dunno you can tell a lot by someone's baggage

Ariel Why are kids baggage?

Andrina right what can u tell about me from my baggage ris

Aquata fun fact they did call him lovely.

Ariel And it's not his fault if his ex is- well, is she really psycho?

Andrina idk ariel did she seem psycho Andrina u spent 2 days with her

Alana did u hear about the speed dating thing

Attina ugh why does this always turn into a convo about PAUL

Arista Ohhh I dunno you can tell a lot by someone's baggage

Ariel Why are kids baggage?

Andrina right what can u tell about me from my baggage ris

Aquata fun fact they did call him lovely.

Ariel And it's not his fault if his ex is- well, is she really psycho?

Andrina idk ariel did she seem psycho Andrina u spent 2 days with her

Alana did u hear about the speed dating thing

Attina ugh why does this always turn into a convo about PAUL

Ariel I mean not really, she didn't try to murder anyone or anything, I think she was just worried about her kids and it made her on edge

Alana she like stormed out in a rage just cuz he like talked to other girls lol

Andrina sorry you're the most interesting one of us

Aquata because you're boy crazed

Alana so she might kill atty

Arista I don't remember everyone's baggage. Do you have baggage?

Aquata shes defo gonna kill atty

Alana Yah don't mind me I'm boring lol

Andrina just kidding we should go back to talking about the ice castle

Aquata its been nice knowing you

Andrina i need specs

Ariel Why do you guys think she's gonna kill Teen??? Don't joke about that!!!

Attina no one is going to KILL ME

Alana I think ris is snogging van

Attina yes, let's talk about hte ICE CASTLE

Alana giving her a good old Australian kiss

Andrina dammit ris

Ariel How are you and Paul though Attina?

Attina what the hell is an australian kiss

Andrina wow

Alana oh you know

Andrina do u wanna tell her alana Andrina or me

Arista Van isn't Australian

Attina we're fine--good i think i dunno i haven't heard from him actually

Alana Like a French kiss Alana but down under

Aquata but down under Aquata ha ha

Arista Stan is Australian

Alana aqua I know you think I'm cool but come up w ur own lines

Ariel He hasn't checked on you?

Aquata I really don't think your cool so....????

Attina what an incredibly weird name

Andrina *you're

Alana Lol

Attina also no, ariel he hasn't but it's fine he's got his babies to worry about

Ariel Have you checked on him? Ariel Maybe he's too preoccupied with the babies

Arista Have you checked on the turtles???

Attina no he's got his babies to worry about

Ariel They're so CUTE

Alana they r loud

Ariel They're babies

Andrina do they do any tricks

Alana but cute ok i guess Alana patch can do a newsstand

Attina they're only a year old, paul was telling me they're starting to talk though!

Andrina wow never heard of that one before Andrina a newsstand

Ariel newsstand? Ariel what's that?

Alana he sells papers on the streets

Andrina like a 21st century newsie

Ariel No he doesn't, he's a baby

Andrina wears the lil hat and everything

Alana it's reverse child labor Alana what no

Attina that makes me want to get him a newsie hat wouldn' that be adorable

Arista Wow that's so cute!

Andrina technically newsies were employed by the papers they sold

Alana start an young Alana **THEM

Attina do they have newsie hats for babies

Andrina wow you should do that and tell paul about this very conversation

Alana sorry nails

Andrina "my sisters want to support your child's newsie career"

Attina he'd probably get a kick out of it, honestly but i can't tell him we were talking about him Attina obviously

Alana lockpicking really does a number on ur nails lemme tell you Alana u can just say we brought it up since Ariel and I met the babies sorta

Arista Maybe Stan can knit Paul's kid a Newsie hat

Alana beautiful

Attina oh! there we go!

Andrina i ship this polyamorous relationship

Alana get stan to knit me a bra

Ariel Would a knit bra be comfortable?

Attina it's not polyamorous guys and girls can be friends

Alana yeah it's like a cure bracket Alana **BRALETTE

Ariel Wait, what's polyamorous?

Alana when u r dating more than one person but like they all know Alana and r cool w it

Andrina the ideal we should all strive for

Alana and r maybe dating each other too

Attina not for me, thank you.

Alana more boys to score u, atty

Ariel Wouldn't they get jealous?? Ariel I would get SO jealous

Alana nah some people don't get super jealous

Andrina jealousy can be transcended Andrina sides ppl get jealous in monogamous relationship see ice bitch for an example

Alana ^^

Andrina she's not even IN a relationship and she's still plotting murder

Attina we don't know that Attina she could be fine with it

Andrina that mighhhht be true

Attina she could be perfectly lovely

Andrina but it also might noooot be true Andrina and judging on current data

Ariel Who's Ice Bitch again?

Andrina its more likely nooooot true

Alana ok well p sure I can get her number for u and u can ask her urself Alana perdita

Attina how are you going to get her number Attina also no.

Andrina i can stalk her and then pretend to be her friend and get the deets

Alana i have my ways

Andrina that's a more convoluted plan than alana's but more fun for me so

Alana also like the cast list

Andrina plus what else am i doing with my summer Andrina nothing

Attina i would really just like all of you to butt out of it honestly it is very tender and new and easily breakable, like the delicate ecosystem of the reef.

Ariel Why do you guys all not like her so much?

Andrina well the reef similie's convinced me

Alana Ariel scroll back to the "stormed out in a jealous rage during speed dating bc how dare Paul talk to another girl when they aren't even in a relationship"

Attina we don't know that's why she stormed out Attina maybe she had to make a phone call

Ariel Yeah

Alana I'm sure she has her reasons but the fact is atty is still entering dangerous waters

Andrina the Angriest Phone Call.

Alana lmao ok

Ariel She could have stormed out because a guy said something rude Ariel You don't know

Attina oh that's true too

Aquata yes, I'm SURE that it was because she was answering her phone Aquata or said something rude Aquata definitely

Alana and her friend ran after her bc that's what happens when u answer the phone

Attina look, i'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.

Andrina personally i always use the buddy system when making phone calls

Alana don't say we didn't warn you Alana she's like tswift in blank space

Ariel Who ran after her?

Alana uhh redhead

Attina oh i think her name starts with an "a"

Alana ani...ta?

Ariel Then maybe a guy really did do or say something rude and her redhead friend was making sure she was okay

Andrina le gasp its one of us

Attina yes that's it! anita

Alana even ends w an a too

Attina wow that name is rather...triton isn't it, though blends better lol

Andrina can i befriend ANITA an get the deets then Andrina give me some sort of covert mission

Alana I support that

Attina i think i told you to stay out of it actually Attina no your marching orders are to stay out of it, it's not fair of you to pry into my personal business

Andrina ok does anyone have any kind of covert mission for me

Alana get another bottle from a different swynlake establishment

Andrina thnx Andrina that'll be my tuesday activity

Attina andrina no sTEALING

Ariel Ummm teach me how to fake kiss?

Andrina you just put ur hands in front of ur mouth

Ariel Doesn't that look super obvious??

Aquata how the hell did we get here?

Andrina ok to be more specific it's like your thumb. and the rest of your hand just looks like you're gently caressing the cheek of your lover Andrina its Advice with Andrina hour duh

Ariel huh

Andrina i can show you later lucky number seven i'll fake kiss u to the moon

Ariel I feel like I'm gonna laugh too much

Andrina well DONT its very SERIOUS

Attina then you'll wind up *actually* kissing her

Andrina i've kissed worse Andrina unfortunately lmao

Ariel I don't wanna kiss my sister!!! Ariel Or Marie Ariel Marie is nice and pretty but I don't really want to kiss a girl I don't think

Andrina a shame tbh they are uuuuusally better kisses

Attina never know until you try lmao

Andrina taste nice, smell nice, soft lips

Ariel But boyyyyys

Aquata it's a play, you're fine

Attina something you're not telling us andy?

Andrina ok everyone here knows i have kissed girls before i kissed brit like a few weeks ago for free shots at pixie's lmao

Adella girl kisses are much better

Andrina thank you dell

Attina there is a diff between kissing girls for drinks and kissing them because they smell nice

Ariel Wait is Andrina gay now too?

Andrina yup Andrina gay today, who knows what i'll be tomorrow

Adella are any of us gay?

Andrina isnt everyone a little gay

Ariel Isn't Arista?

Attina i'm pretty sure i'm not

Andrina ariel for the last time

Ariel I don't think I am

Andrina love u

Adella we're both bi

Andrina but just because you date or kiss a girl does not make you gay

Ariel Oh Ariel I know that!!

Andrina please google "sexuality"

Attina i think there is some liek beautiful irony to the twins being bi idk

Adella same tbh

Ariel I know about sexuality!! Ariel I just wanted to be sure

Andrina then dont ask me if im gay just cuz ive kissed a girl or two

Adella girls are great u should def kiss the girl

Aquata yet you think kissing marie will automatically make you gay

Ariel I dunno how it works, I only really like guys Ariel I didn't say that Ariel I just don't want to kiss her

Adella bet her lips are softer than dash's

Attina everyone leave ariel alone, she's still learning

Andrina oh definitely i bet dash tastes like cheese

Attina oh that's definitely true you know she uses some fancy french moisturizer or something

Adella plus isn't that a part of being an actress like ur not kissin her cause u think she's cute

Ariel Don't Ariel You can't just

Adella ur doin it cause she's ur romeo

Ariel You don't know what Dash tastes like!!

Andrina hey im js Andrina and i like cheese so Andrina it was a compliment

Adella same

Ariel I mean I guess?

Aquata hes a teenage boy, of course he tastes like cheese

Attina also good point della

Andrina yeah it's for the S T A G E

Ariel Stop talking about what my boyfriend tastes like please!!

Attina and like i *said* if you're uncomfortable, just tell simba

Ariel Maybe I'll try it. Like, just a peck or something?

Aquata there you go

Adella doesn't haveta be full tongue

Ariel I wanna make sure Dash is okay with it though

Attina well you certainly aren't going to be making out with her on stage

Aquata im sure he's going to understand conisdering its a play

Ariel Okay okay

Adella unless u wanna

Aquata though you dont need his permission for everything

Adella but i mean

Attina i doubt he's expecting anything more than a peck, could even be a cheek kiss really--whatever you're comfortable with

Adella truuuuuu

Andrina marie has to want it too also

Andrina maybe MARIE doesn't wanna kiss YOU ariel Andrina huh ever think about THAT lil missy

Ariel It's okay if she doesn't

Attina just like it's okay if you don't

Ariel I don't know how to feel if she like, really does tho

Attina it's not her decision, it's yours

Andrina let her down easy,

Ariel Okay

Adella still think it's dumb if u don't even try tho Adella js

Attina consent is important Attina even in a play

Ariel it is!

Aquata I'm pretty sure the fact that she signed on to be romeo automatically means that shes consenting to the kiss

Aquata otherwise she wouldn't have agreed

Andrina that's not true Andrina it's a teen production lol its not that big a deal if they kiss or not

Adella we're all glazing over the fact that it's just a stage kiss again

Aquata ^^^

Andrina yeah but people can still be uncomfortable with that

Adella 3 minutes ago u were on team stage kiss

Andrina i wouldn't be, but heeey who knows people got religious reasons or values or something-- i mean i totally am team stage kiss but its not THAT big a deal either way

Ariel We'll see guys okay Ariel I don't like feeling pressured though Ariel Is everyone going to be expecting us to kiss? Because then I have to at least stage kiss I don't want to let everyone down

Andrina just talk to simba and you'll be fine

Attina i think you can easily sell the performance without a kiss, but listen to andrina, talk to simba--he's been in lots of plays before, he'll know what's up.

Ariel Ugh okay

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france ship

ur character got drunk after being dumped in high school and decided to win over the love of their life by throwing rocks at their window at 3 in the morning .. only they completely missed the street n it was parkers .. she opens the window, they feel bad, apologize and leave .. next day they got seated together at math. they will do anything to pass the time.. (yea .. probably making origami and telling everyone in class to pass their rubbers so they can stack them on top of each other . ) ended up going to lunch detention more times than going to lunch but they didnt mind .. they got to see what the janitor’s storage looks like and wear those yellow cleaning gloves for the rest of the day n when someone asked them why ? they smile. no reply. they ended up going completely different ways .. while parker went to a community college for journalism .. they were probably doing much bigger things but they always kept in touch whether it was through phone calls or texts . now that they are on the show, they take every opportunity to mess w people the way they did back in the good ol days (they are old! just kidding. im barely alive)

they were NEIGHbours (haha) for a while when they were kids and they’d come over to each others houses for pancakes and spongebob. parker probably scared away their bullies by kicking a soccer ball right in the bullies face .. went hunting for the weirdest bugs they could find. sat under the table at a mutual family friends wedding the entire day talking about what dessert theyd want to be, if they were a dessert “id like to be a cream puff. a cream puff with apricots or even a plain one. lukewarm at the bakery .. in the window.” “a CREAM PUFF?! as in cake?” “Of course!!! what else? a cream puff is a cream puff!!!” “a cream puff... you are weird.” probably lost contact completely after parker relocated w her mom so for a while they probably had no idea it was them on the show until they heard each others names ..

they worked at an indoor go karting speedway together at one point .. probably got drunk at 18 after closing hours and talked about fitting in, n broken hearts .. maybe at one point even kissed but laughed it off .. “see NOW i know why u dont have a girlfriend” . probably pranked each other at any given opportunity ( still do)

friends w benefits thing !!! we can expand on this based on ur characters personality .. they were both stuck in the elevator before a movie casting and ended up talking non stop throughout the whole 4 hours they were there for .. they exchanged numbers but none of them actually reached out since they r both the type of people who wait for someone to talk to them first .. ended up both not getting the role so parker texted them about it and they bonded over mutual failure .. we can plot futher on what this new close proximity actually means for them ??? maybe they hate each other now??? idk things change ??? im so tired

the kind of friendship where they make each other laugh through trying to out do their own insults ... “oh nice shirt. where did you find it? at the bottom of a dumpster? smells like its been shit on. or maybe its just you” .. a big fat silence “did anyone hear something???? sounded like a big old mouth fart”

uhhhhh whateva else im tired

roman attic

(ok nevermind im tired this is just a bunch of aus i found ... we can interpret them in our own way! if ur interested .. sorry im tired x20 also these will be like in every possible narrative ever so sorry lol)

she helped them get through a rough patch without realising it. she volunteered for a free late evenings and overnights mental health help line in college and they called her every week for months then they asked her out for coffee .. there was a lot of chemistry but parker knew she couldnt invest in a relationship at the time because of her own struggles so she had to decline when they offered a proper date .. now they wanna know why

going through a really bad break up and answering the door for your pizza in a baggy t-shirt and your underwear because you have nothing left to lose and the pizza boy is genuinely very concerned about you being okay so he assures you he’s not a serial killer and invites you to get dressed and ride shotgun in his shitty silver car while he delivers pizza for the rest of the night and he listens to you talk and tells you how much off an idiot your asshole ex was

ever since 7th grade, muse a and muse b had been inseparable. the two knew each other like the back of their hands. they saw each other run through petty middle school crushes, family hardships, and more. they argued, they laughed, they did absolutely anything and everything together. however, they were always just friends. freshman year of high school muse a had confessed the crush they developed on muse b. that confession changed their entire relationship. the summer into their sophomore year, muse b stopped talking to muse a. their friendship ended within a blink of an eye. they didn’t talk for years. until senior year, muse a got into a relationship. muse a’s significant other took them to a party where muse a would be introduced to a “very important person,” the best friend. muse a was nervous, hoping and praying for the approval. when they arrived, muse a was shocked to see that the infamous best friend was muse b.

hello ???!?!??!?! love rosie plot?

here’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like best friends but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other.

(forget the pronouns ... im just copying and pasting lol) i really want a plot where this totally sweet girl is dating this total ass and he prob cheats on her all the time and is so shitty to her but she stays because she’s sweet and caring and he’s all she’s ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways he’s totally one of those guys who brings around his douche friends and they sit on the couch and talk about chicks and drugs and partying and she is supposed 2 be the regular house wife gf who brings them food and sits next to him when they watch movies so he can flaunt her and just be /: a dick /: ANYWAYS his fellow douche friend starts to slowly be like god this guy is so awful to her and he starts following her out of the room instead of staying to high five his friend for cheating on her w some club girl and idk he just generally starts hanging out with her more while her bf and his other friends hang out in the basement or some shit and they’ll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or he’ll help her make food or ANYTHING and it can go so many cute ways tbh like ? he could be listening to the friend brag about sleeping around one day or see him being shitty to her like yelling at her for nothing ro smth and just be like DAMN I’VE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks she’s totally amazing and he’d cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while they’re talking and they could start sneaking around behind the friends back or anything so !

m and f are both celebs. m is very cocky and a big ladies’ man who loves to sleep around and party and all that. f is a little pop star who keeps to herself and never creates drama and is well-liked by the public. m and f meet at an event one night. all m can think about afterward is f and how cool and different she is, while f never wants to see m again after living up to his reputation for being a bit of a jerk. SO m starts to do everything in his power to make f like him… and f starts to like him but in the most pure way possible ?? and they get along so well and genuinely have fun??

agent who has to protect a civilian by pretending to be married

just kiddin lol

they had that sickening real kind of love where theyd practically kill for each other.. except they never put labels on things and it turns out one of them found a more convenient love and was scared to tell the other until a big fight where everything was said and they parted ways .. they asked them to stay, said they will do anything to fix things but the only thing that could fix things was to turn the time back.. they ended unsolved because one of them just refused to answer their texts. its been a year and they still think about each other at night, even with other people in their arms. “you looked at me like i was your answer, i looked at you like you meant something”

otter

my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and disagree on everything .. somehow its amusing how we are both so invested in making each others lives harder ???? i think it makes both of our lives a little better

famlieh

bad break up thing

WEHEYYYYYYYYY

sorry im in pain

ill end this here

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