#// i find them holding hands unprompted sometimes very endearing

[cheebuss]

the girls go to 7-Eleven to get a tasty treat (12 dead, 44 injured)

[defineshitposting]

1x2

GODDDDD I LOVE THEM YES

who hogs the duvet

Both of them like to have a lot of layers when they sleep (when you are tiny and old it is easy to get chilly at night) but 1 is on another level with it. 2 curls up with the blankets 1 positively cocoons himself.

who is the most creative when it comes to gifts

2s the most apt to give actual presents. He'll gather up any piece of jewelry or pretty fabric he finds out in the ruins, hoard it away for a bit, and then surprise 1 with an extravagant bundle of treasures. Floors 1 every time. 1 meanwhile will spot any sort of technology and very bashfully offer it to 2 like "is this? useful?" (inventing is not in 1s repertoire lol) and 2 is always over the moon about it.

who suggests new things in bed

2. Besides the fact that being an anthropology nerd means he's already fascinated by such things, he finds the way that 1 is always always scandalized by these suggestions incredibly amusing, especially given that 1 is perfectly capable of his own debauchery.

who cries at movies

2s the most prone to getting misty over sad movies, but at one point they're all watching a Charlie Chaplin flic (City Lights) and while 1 is mostly ambivalent about it, he bursts into tears at the ending, surprising everyone. He is not immune to sappy nonsense.

who gives unprompted massages

2, he's so touchy-feely! 1 will show the slightest inkling of discomfort and 2 will immediately be directing him to sit down and let him work on whatever joint is being bothersome. 1 does not object.

who fusses over the other when they're sick

In a complete 180 of his previous attitude of "go tend to your wounds somewhere that won't annoy me" 1 postcanon is much more attentive. 2 deals with lingering effects of being attached to the Seamstress, and while 1 is nowhere near the healer 2 and 5 are, he's stubborn and also surprisingly tender, which is often exactly what 2 needs. On the other side of it, 2 is 2. He's gentle and excellent at telling when something is Off TM, which when dealing with someone as full of himself as 1 is a very good asset to have. Comforts 1 when he has a (not uncommon) nightmare too.

who gets jealous easiest

He's slowly yet surely unlearning it but it's definitely 1 lmao. 2 will go out scouting with one of the others and 1 will just grumble and sulk for the rest of the day very dramatically.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

They both have their moments lol. 2 lovesssss music so much and will hum along to it happily once he's learned the tune. This is a favorite. 1 also loves music but feels the need to be private about it. Gets caught singing by himself one time and is so flustered about it meanwhile 2 is completely heart-eyeing.

who collects something unusual

2 has a thing with anything clockwork, so he's slowly gathered a large amount of watches that he greatly enjoys fiddling with. 1s appreciation of jewelry also means things sometimes get a little gnarly lol. He once found a lone gold-capped tooth in the ruins, and after ruminating over the disturbing implications of it being there, pocketed it.

whose the most tidy and organized

2 isn't necessarily disorganized, it's more just a case of eccentric dad who has a complete jumble of things in various drawers yet manages to know exactly where each item is. 1 on the other hand is nearly obsessive with things looking neat. Adjusting lights by a few millimeters, smoothing the tiniest of ripples out of the rugs, the whole nine yards.

who takes the longest to get ready

1 by a mile lol. Only under the direst of circumstances will he actually hold off on making sure he looks his best and 2 finds it soooooo endearing right up until they're actually in a rush at which point he starts pacing.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Ordinarily it's 1 (taller, likes to grab, shoulders perfect place to plant face, etc) but the first time 2 sleepily curls up around 1 and Holds him, 1 has a complete bluescreen moment in the best way.

who gets the most excited about the holidays

2 to a huge extent he loves loves loves holidays. Finds them utterly charming. 1 thinks they're ridiculous human constructs up until Valentine's rolls around, upon which his opinion improves considerably.

who gets most competitive

1 of course always wants to be seen as powerful and competent, so he hates losing at any of the group's games. Losing to 2 at sparring isn't his favorite thing, but at least 1 gets a chance for some eye candy

who starts the most arguments

Obviously 1 lmao. Not even necessarily serious things (although that happens too) he just loves bickering. 2 puts up with it because despite the sunshiney exterior, he likes letting off some steam with a good row every now and then. Good enrichment for the both of them lol.

who suggests a pet

Less of a suggestion and more of a running joke, but 2 frequently states that 1 is a cat person. This remains an inside joke until 6 hears it and draws a very mr bigglesworth + dr evil type picture of 1 with a cat that 2 finds hysterical. 1 is slightly less amused.

what couples tradition do they have

Reading together! 2 prefers nonfiction while 1 likes dime novels, especially mystery. They take turns on page-turning duty.

what other couple do they hang out with

5 and 9! 9s absolutely ecstatic over them getting together but it takes awhile for 5 to stop constantly giving 1 the "if you so much as hurt his feelings I'll make you wish you'd stayed dead" eye lol.

how do they spend time together as a couple

Lots and lots of relaxing together. They'll often chat for a while but much of their (non fooling around) alone time is spent in comfortable silence. Similar to the others, winter is spent together hunkered down where it's warmest.

who made the first move

The first declaration of love came from 1, and the first steps of actually making it a relationship came from 2 soon after. Took them both awhile to get there, there were lots of things that had to be said and done first (especially on 1s part), but once they got there it came easily.

who brings flowers home

2 has a long term project of getting the few surviving orchid seeds he found to grow, simply because he caught 1 admiring an old botanical drawing of some. He's eventually successful and the plant becomes 1s most prized gift.

[bizarrebaby]

Untouched

Pairing: Pero Tovar/Virgin!Reader

Work Count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Pero spend your first night together, which is your first night with anyone.

Warnings: you guys have penis in vagina sex. Some descriptions/mentions of violence, reference to painful loss of virginity, but we all know Pero’s too good to do that to you

You were a walking contradiction. Nothing was more confusing or intriguing to Pero Tovar than how you managed to exist in these times.

When he’d been introduced to you (it was generous to call it an introduction, seeing as Tovar more or less refused to acknowledge you at the time) he saw you the way he saw most everyone: an annoyance at best, a punishment from god at worst. When he glanced at you, he saw just a little thing, a girl who ought to be at home, out of her depths.

He first beheld your beauty through a veil of bloodshed. On the battlefield you had no equal. People throughout his travels often equated grace to beauty, but in observing you, Pero found that simply wasn’t so. You did not dance with the blade, like twirled silk. What you did was not akin to dancing. It was heavy and destructive, you took to you enemies with the crushing force of a mortar and pestle. You wielded the heavy and challenging kanabo, the force of which caved armor and shattered bones, man and beast alike. When you swung the heavy bat, you looked as a healer pounding medicine. The force itself was destructive, but it was delivered with the righteousness of someone who was preserving life.

You could not always use the kanabo, and you most certainly could not spar with it, for your opponents would be crippled by even a sporting blow. So Tovar sometimes saw your prowess with the sword, the staff, anything nearby. You made many an arrogant man eat their words.

Now, when he was to imagine a beautiful woman, he did not think of flowing locks and fair skin wrapped in silks. He saw sword-cut hair, an oversized tunic, the loosening laces on leather armor.

And beyond the fighting, you did not often make with revelry. Tense in the company of most others in your band of mercenaries, you kept away when they became excited. When you approached him, scowling as he wolfed down his food alone, he dreaded having to endure niceties, persuasions, and prattel from you, and had already decided to be as disagreeable as possible. To his utter surprise, you said nothing to him at all as you kept a couple of meters distance and ate your own meal. You did so day after day, and at first he had been paranoid that this was some plot at inching your way closer, that one day you would ruin this silence and reveal your true intentions. Until one night, Tovar found himself doing something unthinkable: initiating conversation. Or at least, speaking unprompted.

“You do not chatter like the others,” he stated almost mindlessly, not knowing what he was expecting by saying so.

“I try not to talk when I have nothing to say,” you admitted. You looked towards him, half illuminated by the distant, flickering fire.

He found himself studying every detail of your face from the corner of his eye. It was terrifying, for once wanting to observe and actually caring if he was noticed doing so.

“And,” you continued quietly, “they say you do not like to be disturbed.” That was a very kind way of rephrasing how he was often spoken of. In all likelihood, what you were actually told was probably more along the lines of ‘he’s a mean, miserable bastard who doesn’t like anyone’. Tovar didn’t know how he felt about your twisting such words into something that sounded… reasonable.

Understood.

“I don’t like being disturbed either.”

Now, when he was to imagine a beautiful woman, he did not think of lip rouge and silent, unnoticed steps, or curled, dark lashes, of coquettish smirks. He thought of a split lip, and the uneven pace of worn leather kicking at stray pebbles, of tired eyes rubbed with the back of the hand after looking into the fire too long, of the struggle to hold back a wide-mouthed yawn.

Through a few well placed miracles and the incessant meddling of others (William) the two of you had ended up together. And this was when Pero discovered what a contradiction you were. 

You knew death in every facet… except for la petite mort. 

While other girls snuck off with their paramours in experimental forays of intimacy, you were studying the blade, the staff, the bow, the kusarigama. Raised by a father and uncles who loved you, but did not know how to raise a young lady. Only how to raise a fighter. 

When you didn’t scare off any potential suitors, they certainly did. 

While younger than Pero, you were still fully grown, and had yet to even kiss a man until Pero had claimed your lips in a passionate fury on the night of his confession. 

Pero did not fancy himself a teacher, he saw himself as a taker, one with no patience for uncertainties and incompetence. But for you, he would be anything. And regardless of what he was, what you deserved was a gentle touch. Subtle, comforting, patient, and understanding. 

All words that had never been used to describe him. 

Over time, the kisses grew deeper, the touches flirted further beneath the clothes, until the night came where he held you against him in his bed, eyes begging for more as you looked to him for guidance. Never had he been so frightened at the thought of bedding a woman. He was a scoundrel with hands only fit for killing, and he was terrified of hurting you somehow.

But he’d be damned if anyone else took this honor.

With every piece of clothing he stripped your body of, you looked at him with such trust. He felt your heart beating in his rough palms, like the flutter of a bird’s wings. Never before had he been responsible for something so pure, so delicate. His relations before you were intimacies he had paid for in coin, encounters that didn’t require any gentleness on his part, where he cared little about any pleasure or pain besides his own. If he were to do one thing in his life with tact and delicacy, it would be this, he promised himself. 

“Tell me again, hermosa, how many before me have seen this beautiful body?”

“N-none. You’re the first, Pero.” 

He hums in satisfaction, running his hands up your stomach to cup your breasts. His thumbs stroke over the hardening peaks, causing a hitch in your breath as you shudder. 

“Oh, mi conejita, so sensitive,” he descends, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking almost harshly for just a moment before pulling away, admiring how your breast shines with his spit. You squeak out a shaking moan. “I wonder if you’re this sensitive everywhere else? Don’t tell me. I’ll find out myself.”

You feel your cheeks heat at his words, feeling the urge to curl in on yourself and hide. But Pero keeps you bare to him as he lavishes eager attention on your breasts, enjoying the whines half-caught in your throat. By the time your nipples are perked and wet from Pero’s hot mouth, your blush has spread down to your collar. He pulls away slightly, gently guiding you to lay down. He takes your thighs in his strong hands and spreads them further apart. His thumbs spread your lips so get a good look at your pink, silky hole twitching with a need you’ve never known before. 

Your breath hitches as one of his fingers traces along your sensitive lips, brushing against your clit briefly before beginning to sink into you slowly. He rocks it back and forth gently while admiring the rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyelids flutter as you go between wanting to watch and being too bashful to. His thumb gently strokes your clit as he works to ease in another finger, and you tense harshly at the new intrusion. He leans down to press a few reassuring kisses against your neck.

“Relax, querida. Let me in.” He whispers, moving his lips to your mouth in an effort to distract you as he coaxes you open. His cock was heavy and hard against the laces of his trousers. You would see it soon, but Pero doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Not yet, anyways.

You breathe deeply in an attempt to relax your muscles as Pero’s fingers reach farther than yours ever could, and it feels as if he holds all of your bodily feelings in the palm of his hand. He continues to coo endearments against your neck to comfort you. 

“Bueno, bueno… you’ve gotten nice and wet for me, cariño, so good for me,” a smirk spreads across his face as he feels you tighten with his words. “Oh, you like it when I talk, niña?” He teases, increasing the pace as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the tight circles he’s rubbing into your clit on the verge of driving you mad. 

He parts from your neck to take a look at your face in pleasure, and finds himself enraptured by the slight furrow of your brows and the way your eyelids flutter when he strokes the right part of your insides. Your quiet huffing and mewling, combined with the way your cunt is gripping at his fingers, has him more riled up than he’d like to admit. 

“Pero, I-I I think I’m gonna cum,” you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes. He bristles with pride as your hips move to meet the palm of his hand while chasing the pleasure he gives you. 

“Cum then, muñeca. Cum for me.”

The coil in your belly winds so tightly it snaps, and white hot pleasure floods your system. Pero groans as you cream on his fingers, feeling his cock throb harshly for the umpteenth time tonight. A tremor wracks your body as the mercenary continues rocking his fingers gently to help you ride out your climax. When they withdraw, he doesn’t hesitate to lick them clean, much to your embarrassment. The sight of his tongue against your slick on his hand gives you… ideas. Ideas that will have to wait until another night, maybe. 

He leans down to plant a chaste kiss to your lips before bringing you to sit up. He wants to see what else you’ve never done. Wants to know how curious you are. 

Pero places one of your hands (which feel so small in his) against the tent in his pants, encouraging you to explore his body the way you’ve so graciously allowed him to explore yours. His tunic is already off, but of course, you’ve seen men shirtless before. His cock feels hot and hard through his trousers, and the apprehension is probably clear on your flustered face, but Tovar finds this entire situation incredibly arousing. 

He’s no stranger to sex, but most of his previous sexual encounters had been paid for and, thusly, were with experienced (and sometimes jaded) partners. Though the size of his cock may have impressed a few, it had never been the first they’d seen, touched, or taken. This was different. 

His eyes never leave your face as you bite your lip, occasionally looking to him for approval as you move to undo the laces on his trousers. His eyes are lidded and dark with desire, and a smile crosses his face, a little more genuine than the usual smirks he throws in your direction. 

“Go on,” he urges, more gently than he knew himself capable. You finally slip down his waistband and smallclothes, and his cock lands heavy against his stomach as he reclines just slightly. You try to contain your startled gasp, attempting to seem less like the blushing virgin you clearly are. The way your lips part ever so slightly as you examine his red, leaking cock with nervous interest sends the mercenary reeling. 

Pero almost takes your hesitance as fear, which he’s determined to quell, before you finally reach your hands out to run them along the hard length, drawing a ragged groan from him.

For a moment, Pero feels the strongest compulsion to take charge of you. To guide your head down and order you to get his cock nice and wet before he takes you, to see tears prick at your eyes while you struggle to take his cock in your little mouth. 

But, somewhat regrettably, he remembers his first time with a woman well. He remembers the nerves burning against his skin like a thousand needles, the fear of performing well and doing things he’d never even imagined doing. He can only imagine that fear to be tenfold for a girl. You’ve spent years in the company of brash mercenaries, uncouth enough that they brag of their rough, bruising conquests. He knows the type. And what women you do meet often speak of intimacy with dread, or reflect on the pain of their first times.

You are one of the few things in Pero Tovar’s life that he has ever really cared for. And his greatest wish is to make you feel cared for. He has never known patience. But for you, he shall have it in spades. You’ll have plenty of time to play rough later. Or never, if that’s what you want.

Not to mention, he’s just about as hard as he’s ever been in his entire life, and he doubts he would last in your mouth, not with the passionate stare you’re giving him. You have, after all, always been a quick learner when it came to the sword. The way you start experimentally moving your hands along his cock confirm this, as he sighs in pleasure from the light pressure you’re giving him.

“This the first cock you’ve seen up close, hermosa?” you nod, and that teasing smile is once again set on his face. “What do you think of it?”

Your eyes widen just slightly at the question. He takes one of your hands and spits in it before letting you continue to stroke his cock, still patiently awaiting an answer.

“Are they all… like this?” Pero has a feeling he knows what you mean, but he wants you to say it.

“Like what, preciosa?” 

“Big.”

He chuckles quietly before cupping your chin in his hand and bringing you towards him for another bout of fervent kisses. In these moments, and most others, he looks at you and sees everything he’s ever wanted. He presses his forehead to yours when he finally parts from your lips.

“No, amor, not all,” he pauses in thought, somewhat uncharacteristically. “Are you worried?”

“...Yes.” The mercenary appreciates your honesty. For your entire life, you have had to be brave. He doesn’t want you to have to be brave with him. He’s never been trusted with something as precious as you. He calls your name with the same softness he feels for you.

“I will never hurt you,” he promises. “And…” his need causes him to struggle with the next part. He’s still not used to being sensitive, not used to caring so much. “We do not have to do this.”

Pero can see the fire ignite in your eyes, that same passion he sees when you get up right after being knocked down.

“I want to, Pero, I want to. Will you take care of me?” his eyes have their own fire now. He guides you down onto your back once again and leans over you. His cock leaks against the soft skin of your belly as he kisses up your neck, sucking in marks as he goes.

“Forever,” he swears.

Pero hoists himself up to look into your eyes as his cock catches at your entrance for the first time. He pushes himself in just barely, giving you a little more each time as he shallowly rocks into you. He watches, feeling lovestruck, as your breasts rise and fall with each short breath you take as he eases himself deeper into your heat. 

When Pero Tovar met you, he didn’t exactly respect you, but he wouldn’t have called you soft. You proved quickly that you were a better warrior than most men he’d met, and despite the roughness and inconveniences of mercenary life, you didn’t complain. In those early days, he’d have scarcely called you a woman at all. 

But here you were beneath him, soft and warm, and everything he’d never imagined he could be trusted with. Long ago you reached your hands into his hardened chest, with all of its armor, and gripped his heart with all of the hope and reverence of a devout finding comfort in a rosary. The vice of your wet cunt on his cock was an extension of that. An inescapable binding that he had no desire to leave. 

“You feel so good, querida, so tight and perfect against my cock.”

And so you pant, looking cherubic against the sheets with your splayed hair and flushed cheeks, lips plumped from Pero’s incessant kissing. The wet noises coming from between the two of you are obscene, and you love it. 

“So good for me, amor, taking everything I have to give you.”

He wouldn’t last long. Not waiting as long as he has, not with you looking, sounding, and feeling the way you do. His thrusts aren’t punishing, but they sure as hell aren’t gentle, as he can only restrain himself from wrecking you for so long. And from the way he’s hitting that place inside that makes you sing, you won’t last either.  

“Pero, I’m gonna— mmm I’m gonna cum again!” You keen, calling him back from his animalistic fervor. Pero stares into your eyes with a fire roaring behind his gaze. 

“I want you to soak my cock, hermosa. Cum. Give me your pleasure, let me make you mine!”

“God— oh, fuck, I love you—“ you pant as he feels you clench deliciously around him. Any hope he had of holding on has fled now. 

“Mi amor, let me cum in you, please, querida—“

“Please, do it Pero,”

You can feel the skin of his hips slap against yours as he pistons himself in and out of you, babbling about how beautiful you are and how good you feel until he can’t stand it anymore. 

“Te amo, te amo, te amo!” He growls, ceasing his hips as he fills you with everything he has. You jolt at the sensation before relaxing again, his hot cum painting your walls. His elbows stop him from collapsing right onto you, but he can feel your breasts brush against his chest with every breath the both of you take. 

He basks in this moment for a while longer before pulling himself out gently, resolving to clean the both of you properly later. Pero lets himself fall beside you in bed, still breathing a little heavily. 

“Come here, querida.”

Pero stares at the ceiling as your weight comes to rest against his chest, warm in ways he cannot describe. The arm around you tightens, as if he wishes to pull you further into him.

“Are you… do you feel alright, mi amor? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Never, Pero. I feel wonderful. Was it ok? For you, I mean. I know I’m… you’re probably not used to being with someone so inexperienced,” you trail off, feeling palpably insecure. He gently puts his hand beneath your chin to coax you into looking up at him from his chest.

“You don’t have to be anything more than what you are to be perfect for me, amor.”

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[mercy-burning]

Hangover Duty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader’s birthday party leads to some rather endearing drunk antics. Category: Fluff Warnings: Mild language, alcohol consumption, mentions of the prison arc (is that a proper content warning? idk lol) (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in content warnings! I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 4.4k

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NOTE: Funny story, I woke up at like 3 in the morning last night and just sat up and cranked this out in one go, unprompted. I’m not sure why inspiration struck that late (early?) but I’m rather proud of this one considering I just woke up to edit it a few hours ago 😂, I hope you like it!

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Watching her gradually get more drunk as the night went on had to be the most amusing and incredibly endearing way to get back into the groove of things. It was nice, actually, being able to have a good time with his friends without constantly being reminded of what's happened in the past year.

Especially considering this year Spencer was determined not to miss Y/N's birthday. Last year he'd been in prison, and rather than being able to celebrate with her and their friends, rather than getting her a card or writing her a letter, she'd written him a letter that detailed in depth how she refused to celebrate until her best friend was there to celebrate with them. Of course he felt awful about the whole thing, and when JJ had dropped off the letters that week, he made her tell Y/N how sorry he was and how he wished more than anything that he could have been there.

And naturally, after dealing with Cat another time and settling his mom down, the first chance he got, he told Y/N himself.

She was in the hospital after that incident with Mr. Scratch. She was the first person he saw in the hospital, and she was fine, arguing with the doctors about leaving to help her team. But once he showed up, telling the doctors he could get her to sit down, they left, and he pulled her in for the biggest hug they'd ever shared.

And the first thing he told her was, "I'm sorry I missed your birthday."

She'd only laughed and squeezed him tighter, replying with a short, yet simple, "Shut up."

He promised to himself then that no matter what happened, he would never miss another one of her birthdays again.

Since it was the first one since all that had happened, Spencer planned something a little extra special. Weeks ahead of time, he talked to Rossi about being able to rent out a bar for the night, Y/N's favorite bar to be exact. Just for themselves. As to be expected, it took a bit of convincing, but eventually they'd been able to successfully rent out the bar for one night, and though Rossi was insistent on paying everything, Spencer wanted to offer as much as he could.

Penelope, of course, insisted on putting up decorations. She roped Luke into helping her, and though he played off like it would be torture, for one thing he was happy to help celebrate his friend's birthday in any way he could, but he also was terrible at hiding the fact that he was more than happy to help Penelope with anything she needed, whether it actually pertained to the party or not.

Everyone told her they were all just going to meet up for drinks after work that day. Y/N was more than okay with it, explaining to them how she was just happy to be able to spend her birthday with her friends no matter where they were. They told her to meet at 7pm when in reality they would all be at the bar an hour and a half early to set up and make sure everything was perfect.

When Y/N actually showed up, Spencer had never seen her so radiant. Even as she was swarmed by Garcia putting on a pink party hat for her that promptly read "Birthday Girl", her hair slightly out of place because of its placement on her head, she was the perfect example of human perfection. She greeted everyone with a huge, beautiful smile accompanied by lots of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, and when she finally got to Spencer, he tried not t hold her to him for too long.

One of the reasons Y/N loved this specific bar was because of the karaoke machine. In fact, drunken karaoke was a decent weekly occurrence with the BAU, and while they'd been no strangers to the act, it only became more frequent when Y/N joined the team. For years now they'd spent many hours singing just as many songs as anyone could think of. And even while drunk, Y/N was a natural. She slipped up on words and slurred them together once in a while, sure, but her voice was easily the most impressive of the bunch, not to mention she never failed to get anyone and everyone to join in.

All that to say Spencer made sure they would be able to use the karaoke machine before they rented out the place. He even attempted to teach himself how to work it, but try as he might, he ended up calling on JJ to help him do it.

Throughout the night they all took turns singing songs, and at one point Y/N finished a song and made a speech, standing up on the bar. (Deep down Spencer was a little nervous that she would hurt herself, or that somehow the owner of the bar would find out that she'd broken one of many rules he had about renting the place out. But that was neither here nor there when he saw the glowing smile she had on her face, looking at all her friends with the most love and admiration he'd seen anyone carry in a while.)

"I'm jussali'l tipsy at the moment, so m'sorry if I don't make any sense," Y/N slurred together, obviously very drunk. Everyone laughed and she continued, clutching the microphone in one hand and placing the other over her heart like she was going to say the Pledge of Allegiance. "I jusneed to say how much I love y'guys. Thank you for celebratin' with me and makin' my birthday real special. I'mean, you fricken rented out a whole-ass bar! That's so nice!"

As she squealed out the last sentence, Spencer couldn't help the wide smile that broke out on his face. She was just so radiant, glowing with warmth and love and happiness and everything good in the world.

She was also struggling to get off the bar. He rushed forward to help her, and she fell forward, into his arms with a giggle.

"You okay?" he asked, his concern blowing away in the wind when she looked into his eyes with another winning smile.

"No thanks t'you," she answered, promptly 'boop'-ing him on the nose before she reached over to the bar and grabbed a full shot glass. After downing the drink, she brushed passed him with a slap on the butt and another giggle, right before she loudly asked Penelope to cut her another slice of cake.

Spencer knew she wouldn't have been so bold had she been sober, but the whole situation still made him feel all warm inside, like he'd taken a shot of whiskey himself.

Luke came up to him, clapping him on the back and snapping him out of it. "This mean you and the birthday girl are finally a thing now?"

"W—what? I don't know what you mean..."

He was obviously lying, and Luke could tell. He laughed a little, nodding towards Y/N, who was currently laughing with Emily and Penelope, a bright blue smudge of frosting on her nose. "She really missed you when you were gone, man. Even put her birthday on hold until she could celebrate with you."

"Well, we've been best friends for years, and she loves her birthday. It was... A hard year. It makes sense."

"Okay, that's fair, but do you know how bad it was? No presents, no birthday wishes, nothing. She demanded we act like it was any other day. And when I brought her a cupcake, she just set it on your desk and left it there. It sat there for about a week before she finally threw it out."

Spencer looked at where she was standing, eating more cake and swaying lightly to the music that was now playing over the speakers. "Really," he mused, not even thinking about it.

Luke sighed beside him. "Look, you can... believe what you want, but we've all noticed it. You two are practically inseparable, and the way I'm seeing you look at her right now tells me everything I need to know."

Even being called out like that, Spencer couldn't make himself look away. And even if he did, he wouldn't have really known what to say. Because all that was running through his mind at the moment was how right Luke was. How much he couldn't help but feel warm and safe when he was in Y/N's presence, and how she made him feel like the only person in the world sometimes.

He wondered then if maybe in the next day or two he should tell her how he felt.

One by one each member of the team eventually left the bar to go home. Each time one of them did, Y/N gave them the biggest hug and mumbled an abundance of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, much like at the start of the night, only this time her words were slurred and higher-pitched and very much laced with alcohol.

The only three people left at the end of the night were her, Spencer, and Emily.

Y/N came up between them and wrapped both her arms around their shoulders, pulling them in for a messy group-hug. "How'r we gonna clean this place up?" she asked dramatically, looking around once they all pulled away.

"I'm going to clean this place up," Emily said, giving Spencer a knowing look. "Since it's your birthday, your best friend here is going to make sure you get home safe and sound."

He definitely didn't see that coming, but somehow he felt like he should have. Regardless, he was more than happy to take the job. Especially when Y/N jumped up and down and threw her arms around him, giving a big old, "Yaaayyyy!" into his neck. She pulled away and gripped his shirt, bouncing on her feet with a large grin. "We can take my car and we can listen t'that CD I was tellin' you about and when we get t'my house we can have a sleepover!"

"Anything you want," he told her with a smile. "Go get your stuff together and we'll go."

As she wandered around the bar to find her shoes that she'd taken off somewhere along the line, Emily nudged Spencer with a smile. "She loves you, you know."

"She's drunk," he countered.

And as if on cue, right then she held one of her shoes up in the air with a triumphant gleam in her eye. "One down!"

"Okay, well, even when she's not drunk, she still loves you."

Though his heart swelled at the thought, he changed the subject. "You don't have to clean everything up. I was going to come back tomorrow morning and do it myself anyway."

"Eh, don't worry, I'm happy to do it." Emily nodded towards Y/N, who was walking around with one shoe on and picking up the other on the floor next to the cake table. "Besides, something tells me you're gonna be a bit preoccupied with hangover duty."

I wouldn't want any other job, he thought to himself.

And even though the nearly-impossible task of getting her into the car should have stressed him out (she kept getting out of the car as Spencer walked around to the driver's side, until finally he promised her a cheeseburger if she would stay), he still wouldn't have had it any other way.

They stopped at McDonald's on the way home, like he promised, and she was practically buzzing with happiness with the food in her lap. She made him sit in the parking lot and wait until she was done eating so she wouldn't spill anything. And in the dim light of the car, parked under a streetlight and watching her eat her food while she rambled on about the most random things, Spencer didn't think he'd ever felt more content.

He tried to keep her quiet as they made their way up the steps to the third floor of her apartment building. They were going to take the elevator but Y/N insisted it would eat her alive, and he quickly agreed to take the stairs as not to make a scene and wake everyone up with her crying. Her shoes came off again on the second flight of stairs, because she kept tripping and then laughing, pretending to fall back and almost scaring him to death.

Now he was unlocking her apartment door with her shoes in his other hand as she clung to his side. As soon as the door was open, she pushed past him and called out for her cat, Murphy. It didn't take long before the white cat jumped up on the counter to meet her, and she squealed and enveloped him in a crushing hug, picking him up and spinning around to meet Spencer, who was closing the door behind him and setting her shoes on the ground.

"Say hi to Murphy! He loves when you come to visit!"

It was true. Though he never really found himself fond of cats, as soon as he visited Y/N's apartment for the first time Murphy clung to him immediately. It didn't take long for the two of them to become as well acquainted as Y/N had been to either of them. Whenever he came over, Spencer liked to think of them as a small little family.

"Hey, Murph," he said, reaching out to pet the cat's head as he wriggled a little under Y/N's strong clutch.

She dropped him after shoving her face in his fur, and wasted no time taking Spencer's hand. "C'mon, I've got some vodka in the cupboard."

As she dragged him further into the kitchen, he squeezed her hand and tried to pull her to him, away from the cupboard. "Y/N, it's almost one in the morning, you need to go to bed."

She turned to face him and whined. "But it's my birthday, you can't make me."

"Well, technically it isn't your birthday anymore since it's past midnight. So, really, I can make you. Come on."

She whined again as he dragged her along to the bedroom. Once they got inside, he sat her down on the bed and reached out to pull off her party hat, which was lopsided and almost placed on her forehead like a unicorn horn. But when he touched the string, she grabbed his hand.

"I wanna leave it on," she said softly.

"It's not safe, you could choke yourself in your sleep," Spencer countered, brushing her hand away and taking the hat off. As his fingers brushed her cheek, she sighed and closed her eyes, a few seconds before letting out a little giggle.

"That tickled," she laughed as he set the hat on her bedside table.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, and he started to feel all warm again. "Sorry," he whispered, taking the time to memorize the way she looked right then. The curls in her hair had fallen flat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but the lazy smile on her face and the way she blinked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes would always be worth remembering. He could have stayed in that moment forever, just sitting in that comforting silence.

But alas, she was drunk, and unable to be quiet for more than ten seconds.

Y/N lightly poked him in the chest and laughed. "Hey, d'y'think Murphy ever gets tired?"

"I'm sure he does," was all Spencer said, trying to get her to lay down. She did so as she spoke, rambling on about what she thought her cat might have done when she was away at work. But she stopped talking altogether when Spencer tried to put a blanket over her.

"No," was all she said, kicking her legs up.

"You don't want a blanket?"

"No, I want you to be in the blanket with me."

He thought about it for a second before motioning for her to scoot over. "I'll lay with you for a little while, but you have to promise me you'll go to sleep, okay?"

She giggled triumphantly as he laid down beside her and draped the blanket over their legs. "I told'ya a sleepover would be fun."

Spencer reached out and lightly rubbed her arm, knowing that always got her to fall asleep. "I know you did."

But she didn't close her eyes. She was unusually quiet though, just silently staring at his face before she sharply pulled her arm away. "You're tickling me again."

"I thought you liked when I rub your arm, it helps you sleep," is all he said.

Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled it up to lay between them on the pillow, separating their faces. She placed it palm up and rolled up his sleeves so she could rub his forearm, too. Her touches weren't as light, but she giggled all the same. "Am I tickling you?"

He wanted to tell her the truth, which was that she was not tickling him, and it actually felt really nice. But because it might make her feel better, he lied, and told her, "Yes."

"Good," she laughed, moving her hand faster. Now she was just tracing his forearm with her middle finger like she might rub out a stain on the carpet, and Spencer tried to wiggle his arm away.

"Y/N..."

He didn't say it to be mean or irritated, in fact his voice was level and soothing as not to alarm her at all, but all the same she gasped and immediately pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No," he reassured, moving a little closer to her. "You didn't hurt me, I'm ok—"

"Let me kiss it and make it feel better," she continued, ignoring him completely. Before he could stop her, she grabbed his arm and brought it to her mouth, pressing gentle lips to the crease of his elbow trough the fabric of his shirt, then moving the tiny kisses along up his arm until she made it to his wrist. She didn't stop there, continuing to kiss the palm of his hand and even along his fingers, right until she reached his fingertips.

He laid there, completely still and mesmerized as she flipped his arm over and worked her way down again, kissing the backside of his hand and keeping her lips pressed to his wrist for approximately four seconds. Then she flipped his arm over again and kissed the palm of his hand once more, repeating her many kisses until she got to his middle finger.

He should have seen it coming.

He was so caught up in the feeling of her lips pressed against his skin that it completely slipped his mind that she was still drunk. So when she wrapped her lips around his middle finger and sucked it into her mouth with a laugh, he pulled his arm away and sighed.

She actually cackled with laughter, slightly flailing her legs under the blanket. "Gotcha!"

"Ha-ha," Spencer deadpanned, wiping his finger on his shirt.

He wasn't really sure what to say once her laughter died down, but once he opened his mouth to suggest they try sleeping, she spoke first.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

He studied her for a moment. "You're not going to try anything funny, are you?"

She laughed, leaning forward and brushing her nose against his for the briefest of seconds before retreating and looking him in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it."

There was no way he could say no. "Alright. I'll be back in a second."

Spencer got out of the bed and turned to leave, but she leaned forward and grabbed his hand. "Wait! I have to tell you a secret first."

If he stayed and listened to what she had to say, it was probably dangerous territory, because in the movies this was always the moment where there were drunken confessions of things you never wanted to say out loud, right? And he didn't want to do that to her, but realistically she was probably going to say something ridiculous about Murphy. Right?

Nonetheless, Spencer turned around and looked down at Y/N. "What is it?"

She pulled his hand, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "Come closer. It's a secret."

He leaned down, but she pulled him again. "Closer!"

Finally, he made his way down to her face, turning his head so she could whisper in his ear.

But she didn't. Instead he felt her press a kiss to his cheek, emphasized with a loud smooch-ing sound when she pulled away. He looked down at her to see the biggest smile on her face.

"S'all I wanted to say. You can go now."

He smiled back at her before nodding and leaving the room, his cheek and arm practically burning from where she'd kissed them.

And when he came back with her water, she was fast asleep.

***

More than anything she just wanted the banging to stop. But once she realized it was in her head, and it was there because she'd been drinking all night, her irritability was even worse.

"Fuck," Y/N grumbled as she struggled to open her eyes. When she did open them she found Murphy curled into a ball at the foot of her bed, his white fur a stark contrast to the deep maroon color of her comforter.

The next thing she noticed was the smell of something... burning? But there wasn't any sound to be heard other than the beating of her head, so she had to wonder if maybe somewhere outside there had been some kind of fire. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

She wasn't going to investigate, but then she heard her front door open, and despite the pounding in her head, Y/N sat up straight, almost scared out of her mind. Instinctively she reached beside her, knocking over a pink party hat in the process, and grabbing the baseball bat she kept there in between her bed and the table.

As quietly as she could, Y/N crept through the bedroom until she reached the door, pressing her ear against it to hear anything more. She heard plastic bags rustling around, and though that was fairly innocent in terms of menacing sounds, it still didn't quell the feeling that punched her in the pit of her stomach. Though, to be fair, she was certain a lot of that had to do with the copious amounts of whiskey and other liquor she drank the night before.

She took a deep breath before slowly swinging the door open and taking a few quiet steps into the hallway, just before she had to turn the corner to get into the kitchen. The noise got louder as she approached, and after taking another slow, deep breath, Y/N jumped out and held her bat out in front of her.

"FBI! What Are you doing in my house?"

"Holy shit!"

Spencer was standing in her smoky kitchen, clutching his hand to his chest. "Y/N, it's just me! Put the bat down!"

It clattered to the ground as she sighed out and shook her head. "What the hell, man, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Right back at you! I was just bringing you some breakfast..."

Y/N surveyed the kitchen and found that, sure enough, there were what looked like wrapped sandwiches on the counter. "Why is it all... burn-y in here? What happened?"

Spencer looked around nervously, his hands fumbling at his sides. "I, uh... tried to make you French toast. I know it's your favorite, and I know that greasy food is supposed to help with hangovers, so I tried to make some bacon, too, but it turns out that I really suck at multi-tasking in the kitchen, and I burned it all... So, I went with gas-station breakfast, which I figured was the next best thing."

The way he spoke reminded Y/N of a little kid who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. He was extremely apologetic, almost in a way that made her think he thought she'd yell at him.

Now she remembered just a little of what happened the night before. She remembered drinking a lot and then Spencer taking her home, but she was so tired and out of it that all the little details weren't clear. Or present at all, really. All she knew when she looked at him in her kitchen right then, was that she'd never been more happy to see anyone while hungover. Especially since that someone happened to be her best friend and brought her breakfast.

She smiled and walked over to him. "That was really sweet of you, thank you."

Spencer looked down at her and smiled. "Sorry about scaring you."

"Eh, don't be. It was a good wake-up call," she laughed. "What would I do without you?"

He reached his hand out and brushed some of the hair from her face, at which she almost melted. "I think I should be asking you that question."

Something came to her mind just then, and she wasn't sure why. But she took the risk anyway, turning her head and kissing the inside of his palm.

"W—what was that for?"

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Just felt right."

She didn't know how long they stood there, smiling at each other, but it felt different, like suddenly the air around them had shifted overnight into something palpably electric. And it's that energy that urged her to say something she'd been afraid to say for so long.

"Hey, I uh... I don't know if this is weird timing, and you can say no even though it was my birthday yesterday, don't feel pressured to say yes, but I—"

"Yes."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I don't care," Spencer said simply. "Whatever it is you want, it's yours."

"So, if... If I asked you to dinner tonight—"

"Yes."

Her stomach churned, but this time it had nothing to do with the hangover. The pounding in her head was more of a dull thrum now because the pounding in her heart overpowered it. And it grew even more intense when her best friend took a step closer, placing his hand to the side of her face.

"I wouldn't kiss me right now if I were you," she warned, tilting her head to the side. "Hangover breath is basically a bio-hazard, and you're going to completely rethink going out with me."

Spencer shook his head and leaned in even closer. "I don't care."

As he kissed her, she lost herself in him completely and came to the conclusion that he was the only hangover cure she would ever need.

***

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[effymaybe]

In this moment

Pairing: Jennie/Lisa

Jennie doesn’t like to sleep alone.

Jennie squirms annoyed under the trillion blankets covering her body from the wintry air.

She has been trying to sleep for what feels like hours already, but her desired rest, which she thought about since the very first hours of her busy morning, seems to drift away further which each passing breath.

She has a lot to do when the sun rises. Promotions, rehearsals, choreographies, smiling.

She is honestly worried.

In general, Jennie worries about a lot of things. She just can't help it. It’s part of her. Each goal she sets for herself becomes a sometimes rough journey to utter perfection, or at least the closest she can get to it without fainting due exhaustion, so she’s more than used to the unsettling feeling on her stomach that makes her purse her lips and tap her left foot throughout the whole day.

It used to be more manageable, before becoming who she is now.

When she was a kid, she could just hide in her own closet when her chest felt too full, and by the time she reached her teen years, she could even control her own respiration by means of deep inhales and short exhales to make the erratic beating of her heart find a reasonable peace.

Nowadays, however, as every single aspect of her life is scrutinized by frowning strangers, it has become more difficult to control. She has a lot of people to content.

She has a lot of people she is terrified to disappoint.

And she can’t hide. She can’t get her cheeks flushed deep red with calculated breathing. She can’t rub her hands against her eyes until the world becomes clear again.

Now, she has to deal with the weight of high expectations while being closely observed.

Jennie turns around again, then, falling flat onto her stomach, and groans.

Her incessant mind twirls along timetables, along routines, along duties. It finds short-lived solace in nice memories and then it gets dark again, with disappointed sighs and murmured words. Then, absolutely tired, Jennie lets her thoughts drift to the next room.

To the person sleeping in the next room.

Jennie’s heart tingles unprompted, but she hesitates. She really doesn't want to impose. She knows that the short-haired brunette is probably in deep sleep after the hectic day. She has seen her groupmate sweating profusely after leading a quite demanding dance practice. She has seen her smiling with glossy, worn out eyes. She has seen her mouth twitching in slight discomfort, her shoulders moving painfully, and she has seen her popping anti-inflammatory pills into her open mouth almost as if in a secret.

But now with the image of her tender features caressing her soul, Jennie can't help but to think about the feeling of her groupmate’s fingers against her skin.

She bites her lower lip and turns around again. She stares at the ceiling with a determined expression, decided. After a few more seconds, her will crumbles as her wandering mind lets her grasp the ghost of Lisa’s arms squeezing her body lovingly.

It is too tempting. She aches for the soft affection, and the goosebumps in her arms warn her that there is no way she will finally fall asleep without a sweet dose of the brunette’s love.

So she gets off her bed and tiptoes quietly to the next room, hoping to be a sneaky as possible.

And just as she thought, the finds the younger girl sleeping quietly, her plump mouth slightly open as her chest rises and falls in subtle motions.

Jennie can’t fight her smile. She looks so beautiful like that, with the moonlight highlighting her perfect features softly, almost as if enamored. Her short shiny locks spread messily against her forehead, gifting her an air of innocence that makes the oldest girl sigh in pure endearment.

It’s a delightful sight, and Jennie finds herself just standing there, without even noticing her own body complaining about the shocking lack of warmth.

Only when a particularly cold breeze hits against her face she wakes from the tender spell. She figures it is quite rude to just stare at her groupmate, and she considers that it would be equally rude to drag her away her peaceful sleep, so she decides to just sit cautiously in a little non-occupied space next to the brunette.

Then, she lies down slowly, her back facing Lisa’s front, trying her best not to startle the beauty dreaming next to her.

It’s kind of pointless.

Lisa would feel Jennie’s presence anywhere.

The short-haired brunette opens her eyes slowly, slightly confused, and bats her eyelashes in a sleepy manner. She needs only a few half-asleep seconds to recognize her groupmate’s scent.

Lisa smiles and instinctively wraps her firm arms around Jennie’s waist, pulling her in completely against her own body.

"Hi".

Jennie chuckles at the raspy voice, a nice, dizzy feeling making her stomach tickly with affection.

"Hi".

"Can't sleep?"

Lisa inhales softly behind her groupmate’s ear, and her perfume delights her senses in such a tender way that she wonders briefly whether she's still dreaming.

Jennie denies with her head.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I thought I could get here without waking you up”.

Lisa frowns and squeezes Jennie’s body in a caring gesture. She lets her long legs find their way between her groupmates’. It feels absolutely right, like a complete puzzle. Something settles in their souls, something spoken. The bond they share beyond words thrives when they are together like that, happy and free, and their chests seem to ease in complete contentment.

"You could never bother me, Jen. I always feel like cuddling with you".

Jennie smiles because she feels the truth deep in her bones and Lisa grins too because her groupmate’s elation wraps up her own heart. She sighs deeply, far gone in her joy, and drags her own lips against the oldest girl’s neck, placing soft kisses here and there and relishing in the way Jennie’s breathing hitches when she reaches the right places.

They both think, under the dim light of the moon, that they are in love.

They feel it ever growing from somewhere no one else has ever reached.

It’s raw and magical, and it explodes in a million inner fireworks when they hug, when they kiss, when they find themselves between each other’s arms even if they conventionally shouldn’t.

They should be scared, really.

But none of them are.

Their love can’t be broken. It’s too late. They have willingly submitted themselves to the beauty of their undying bond.

In a rush of affection, Jennie turns around in her groupmate’s arms, eager to melt under her doe eyes.

They look at each other for a sweet moment, their faces shadowed by the night but still recognizing each other easily.

Lisa leans forward and starts kissing Jennie's face, unable to control herself.

She kisses her forehead, and her nose, and her cheeks, and her chin. She nuzzles her nose against her jaw, eliciting a loving sound. Then, she kisses her full on her lips.

So they just lie in bed, warm and bare, kissing softly and lazily and lovingly until the tender gesture makes them feel giddy.

They pull away softly after the pale night changes its colors almost imperceptibly. Jennie yawns delicately, and Lisa imitates her just a few seconds after.

They smile at each other.

Tomorrow, their managers will look at them leaving the room with squinted eyes again, suspecting, inevitable sensing the palpable chemistry that makes it so obvious to almost everyone that there is something more there.

Each year they care less and less.

They have each other.

"I love you", Lisa murmurs with teary eyes, using her knuckles to caress Jennie’s cheek reverently.

"I love you.", Jennie answers back.

Her anxiety, her fear, her insecurities all succumbed under the immense power of Lisa’s lips against her skin.

She thinks, as she closes her eyes, that she’s tired of falling asleep alone.

Lisa’s tiny bed is big enough to hold their love.

[timedriving]

DocRip for the Ship meme because it sounds cute af

send me a ship and i’ll tell you… ( accepting )

who hogs the duvet they share. rip doesn’t move much, the doctor doesn’t move much, and so the duvet stays blissfully where it is... and so does rip’s face where it’s buried itself in the doctor’s back or his chest, his arms wrapped firm around him. i don’t think either of them sleep much, but in the moments that they both manage to do it at the same time, rip savours it immensely

who texts/rings to check how their day is going rip checks in more often, but only because he’s less of a scatterbrain and remembers to do these things at a semi-regular basis. the doctor doesn’t always reply right away (but honestly, the tardis has always been a bit odd about receiving messages), but when he does rip often gets an incredibly long reply, which he’ll-- embarrassingly-- read several times before finally writing back although sometimes he reads it several times because he has to reprocess everything the doctor’s written. even his writing is incredibly excitable and sort of resembles a stream of consciousness sort of thing

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts the doctor, hands down. and it’s not always physical stuff-- though he does like to bring souvenirs when he comes back from periods or places that rip’s never been to (which are a lot!), and rip lovingly places them in his office on a special shelf that’s just for the doctor’s stuff for him. anyway, the doctor’s creative in that he goes from physical gifts to gifts that are experiences to gifts that are just, you know, leaving a sweet voicemail that isn’t intended to be especially sweet or anything, but ends up being sweet anyway because of the way the doctor’s mind works. when he thinks of rip even a little bit he ends up thinking of rip a lot, and it makes for the most embarrassing things to listen to... but only because rip doesn’t know what to do with all these admiring feelings towards him it makes him wish he were better at the whole gift thing in return. he’ll probably never beat the doctor at it (especially with the frequency that gifts are given), but he’s probably given a fairly rough poem or two here and there... or a sketch of the doctor he’s drawn from memory...

who gets up first in the morning the doctor gets up earlier than him and it’s surreal. rip isn’t used to being the one that’s surprised in the morning, and he probably will never be; fortunately, he’s so attuned to the doctor’s voice that he never feels panicked when he is woken... even if the doctor’s sort of flailing about excitedly and rip’s half-asleep mind is just struggling to catch up with all of it the doctor likes rip all freshly woken up; he’s a lot more honest when he’s groggy, what with how he isn’t conscious of what he says or what he sounds like. rip’s also a lot more mushy, and it’s funny in an endearing way seeing him whinge about wanting the doctor to just come back to bed already

who suggests new things in bed the doctor, probably? rip’s tastes are fairly simple, and the doctor’s probably seen way more shit in his 1000ish years of life through time and space. but then they’re both simple in terms of what satisfies them; neither of them really need much? it’s usually just to spice things up here and there, and sometimes it isn’t even overtly sexual or inappropriate (“what if we rode a roller coaster fifteen times-- i think the adrenaline would make the sex after incredible” “...okay” and then rip ends up too dizzy to nail him and the doctor has to pat his back). either way, rip is pretty open-minded, so it’s not like it’s especially difficult

who cries at movies oooh, i feel like they’re both... not the type to cry at films? like they’re both removed enough from these sorts of things that they don’t have enough context to cry about it? rip is probably the first human companion that doesn’t question the doctor even a little when he doesn’t get the deeper humany-wumany emotional details of things... because honestly, rip doesn’t get it either when the movie is so far removed from him he can’t feel any proper attachment to anything. useless

who gives unprompted massages the doctor’s more likely to try doing it unprompted; rip always asks first, and even then i imagine the doctor has to teach him how to do it the first time or so to get his good spots (but after being corrected once here and there, rip picks it up pretty easily!) anyway, the doctor’s pretty good at easing in from gradual touch to, like, serious massaging, so rip doesn’t feel too surprised by it. it’s kind of surreal. also, rip never notices how tense he is until the doctor fixes it... what a wise guy

who fusses over the other when they’re sick rip finds it funny in a sort of silly way that the doctor fusses about him. but then the doctor wouldn’t be so fussy if rip was just a better patient!! rip never friggin’ sleeps properly though, and he always argues about wanting to do some work first before getting his bed rest, and the doctor is like “rip hunter, you are an incredible human, one of the best, but you can’t be the best any more if you get sicker and sicker, all right?” and it’s. it’s so disarming, that the doctor is so kind in this way, and so despite the fact he’s grumbling about it rip does, in fact, get some sleep for him, sheesh

who gets jealous easiest probably rip. it’s intimidating having a partner that’s as old and experienced and worldly (universely?) as the doctor, and sometimes he does worry he’s inadequate for him, which sort of translates to some, uh, unfortunate jealousy here and there. he doesn’t need to be reassured constantly or anything, and it’s not something that makes him angry with the doctor and what not, but it’s there. and he gets a bit tense, sometimes. and the way his eye twitches whenever someone openly flirts with his time lord is something that the doctor notices every time, silly captain hunter no lie, though, rip does like being reminded that he’s the doctor’s favourite. he’s simple. let him be

who has the most embarrassing taste in music i don’t think they have enough understanding of the concept of embarrassment due to music taste to really feel it?? rip’s interested in whatever nonsense the doctor likes to show him, always, and the doctor thinks rip’s eclectic collection of human music is a fascinating way to show how music on earth’s evolved over the years. it’s very honest and wholesome

who collects something unusual they’re both! stupid! collectors! but really, rip’s souvenir hoarding’s got nothing on the doctor’s, but given that the doctor’s breadth and scope of adventuring is a lot wider than rip’s is, the doctor has a significantly larger collection. i think by virtue of that the doctor’s got more unusual things. i like to imagine that he has the equivalent of “getting a starbucks mug from every country you’ve been to” in like... universal terms. probably there are planets out there that have the alien equivalent of starbucks? the doctor with universal starbucks mugs is really cute rip’s most diverse collection is his collection of cereal and various other confectionaries... he has a special time chamber/time lock thing that prevents the contents from ageing and he keeps all that stupid stuff there

who takes the longest to get ready the doctor ALWAYS has to look fly, down to the way his hair is styled, and he tries out new things here and there that rip himself has no inclination towards. rip wears the same clothes, like, all the time, as in same shirt same waistcoast same trousers same hairstyle same beard cut and what not, so he doesn’t have to think much or do much to maintain it as opposed to the doctor’s more ~unique tastes

who is the most tidy and organised rip, i think! in fact, first time he was on the tardis he tried to fix a few things, but then he found out rather quickly that she likes to behave in whatever way she pleases, so he... doesn’t do much any more, save for fixing about the room that the doctor decided was his whenever he chooses to stay over. but then whenever he decides to stay over the doctor also stays in the same room like the goofball he is, so i mean. they end up making a bit of a mess sometimes, anyway

who gets most excited about the holidays the doctor knows SO many holidays! so many! in so many different places and times! and he’s different from rip in the sense that he’s actually celebrated them at least once in his life! rip is fortunate that the doctor chooses not to share the more boring holidays with him, but the ones with festivals or parties or gifts or bright lights or good food and stuff? yeah, rip is getting a crash course in all of them and rip’s not much for interacting with too many people at once, so for the livelier holidays he does like to hang back after he’s reached his threshold of dealing with other people and just watch the doctor have the time of his life. occasionally he will even draw the doctor partaking in these festivities... he always looks so happy

who is the big spoon/little spoon rip quite likes being the big spoon in this scenario. the doctor is so much smaller than him, it’s kind of addicting to hold him and be able to press his face into his hair, or his shoulder, or his back. rip’s also incredibly fond of listening to those twin heartbeats of his; somehow it’ll always be a little surreal, but it’s fitting for a man so full of life, isn’t it? there is just this mutual safety in it, and a sense of honour when rip considers who he’s holding. the doctor could be the most dangerous being in the universe if he chose to be, and rip is here holding him in some metaphorical act of protecting him (even if it’s more likely that the doctor will save his ass more than the other way around) also it’s fun teasing the doctor a little with his touches when rip spoons him... sorry he’s trash.............

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports oh no... i think they are both pretty competitive, and it can get pretty intense! these two probably have the most exciting chess games ever, frankly, and it’s kind of funny how they both get some form of adrenaline rushes, but they’re both geniuses aware of their intelligence who like feeling mentally challenged, aren’t they? i also think the doctor appreciates being able to play chess with someone who matches his smarts as well as rip does, even though the doctor tends to beat him more often than the opposite outcome cards can also get straight up hostile sometimes. LMFAO

who starts the most arguments rip has a shorter temper of the two, but when the doctor gets mad he’s WAY more dangerous... that being said i don’t think they argue much besides shallow, playful ribbing of the couple sort just to be shits to each other?? probably the worst thing they could argue about would be for something dangerous and it being, like, “you should stay here where it’s safe!” “no i’ll come with you” “NO YOU’LL STAY” rip’s probably most argumentative about not being left behind, though. definitely. and he’s a growling, stupid dog about it, too

who suggests that they buy a pet the doctor suggests it, and the pet that the doctor suggests is in no way familiar to rip’s earthly traditions. LOL. they’re here with a single-celled, six-winged, alien bird-like sort of thing and it barely needs to be taken care of, and rip can’t pronounce the name the doctor’s given it, so it has a nickname that his sad human mouth and tongue are capable of forming. the pet survives quite nicely in the tardis too, incidentally?? rip is able to teach it tricks somehow with the use of clicking his tongue and whistling and the doctor picks up the technique but not the bird’s cooperation... so unfair. what do you do to make her listen to you, rip!!!

what couple traditions they have they like to leave each other messages in time! in a kind of ridiculous way of like, if rip meets the doctor’s future self in the middle of a mission, he’ll be sure to leave something for his past/present self to find when he eventually gets to that point in his time, you know? the doctor does the same thing. it’s a fun kind of tag along mini scavenger hunt sort of thing, and since history-altering interactions with a time lord don’t seem to ruin the stability of space-time, it’s a fun thing for rip especially

what tv shows they watch together not much... rip doesn’t care about television? i don’t think the doctor does, either. they’ll give a series a try, and maybe there’s something here and there that they end up liking (i am leaning towards westerns?? also the doctor WILL call rip “sheriff” at some point just to tease him and rip will be like *PING!* and the doctor’s never going to let him forget it, just so that’s clear), but it’ll take them AGES to finish because the doctor is incapable of binge-watching anything without getting bored of it halfway through

what other couple they hang out with the ponds i don’t... know really?? maybe martin and clarissa; i like the idea of the doctor and rip joining their trivia nights! and the doctor suggests being the one to come up with trivia questions at some point and rip has to remind him “nobody on earth will know the answer to that, that’s not fair” whilst the doctor is like “hmmmm, it’s their fault for not being better universal students, though” and rip just laughs... that’s his silly time lord...

how they spend time together as a couple besides the adventures they go on? rip is SUPER interested whenever the doctor does any tune-ups for the tardis, and he’s smart enough and talented enough in the engineering biz that he’s not useless when he does it. rip will never know all the secrets to the tardis-- the doctor will never teach him everything, and rip himself won’t be particularly pushy about having to learn it all either-- but he will know enough that the doctor can ask him for help with the more common issues and needs and rip can do them easily without asking for advice

who made the first move the doctor, absolutely, which isn’t to say that rip had never started to develop feelings, but when you grow up idolising the time lords and the culture of gallifrey and then suddenly find yourself able to spend time with the most legendary one of them all, it’s kind of hard to move past that concept that “oh god, he’s so much better than me, it’s not like he’ll see anything in me more than friendship, is it?” i don’t think the doctor is blind, but he isn’t completely sure if rip likes him in that way or if he’s just misreading things? but in the end it is, in fact, the doctor who goes the extra mile, and then rip just loses his whole mind and needs some serious self-control when he finds out he’s allowed to kiss the doctor in this way

who brings flowers home aw man... i like to think the doctor surprises him with it in an attempt to court him in a human way. and though rip isn’t a regular human he does know what flowers symbolise, and it gets to him because... aw, man, he got him flowers! one day it is going to be flowers from a planet that isn’t earth, and rip-- in all his tendencies to keep comfort items-- will end up pressing every flower he gets and keeping them in scrapbooks he thinks he’s being sneaky about it and the doctor doesn’t know, but... the doctor definitely knows that rip’s a sentimental bastard, and that’s wh he keeps giving him this stuff

who is the best cook is rip surprised that the doctor cooks better than him? he is not. what he is surprised by is the fact that the doctor can handle food with as much seasoning as rip needs, because he’s so used to having to adjust to other people’s “normal” tastebuds instead of them adjusting to the fact he needs killer amounts of seasoning to be able to taste anything no offence to his adoptive mum, but in objective terms of taste alone, the doctor might make better food than she does... i don’t think rip’s eaten as often as he eats with the doctor in ages, too

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Celestia and Ko :3

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who hogs the duvet?   They don’t really have that traditional couple problem, luckily. Unluckily, Nagito does tend to kick the blanket off in his sleep and start shivering because he’s cold now, so Celestia has to tuck him in again if she wants any peace. How annoying.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going?   That’d be Nagito. Celestia acts really aloof about it, even going so far as to imply that he’s being kind of clingy, but she probably enjoys feeling cared for. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts?   They’re both pretty creative, although Nagito tends to go more extravagant just because he can. Celestia wants a castle in France, she gets a castle in France. 

who gets up first in the morning?   Celestia. She has to do her makeup, put together her outfit and everything. Eventually her complete disaster boyfriend will roll out of bed and sleepily brush his teeth. It’s no wonder he’s usually late for things in the morning. 

who suggests new things in bed?   Celestia, because Nagito is too chicken. He’s usually for it, though. 

who cries at movies?   Depends on the movie, but Nagito. He’s more sensitive, and less reserved about showing his feelings. Also, listen, dog deaths really get to him.

who gives unprompted massages?   Celestia does. Nagito likes to pretend he isn’t in pain when he is, what with being ill and all. Sometimes it almost seems like he forgets that part of Celestia’s talent is seeing right through people. Anyway, she has very good hands. (There’s a gambling pun in here somewhere, find it yourself.)

who fusses over the other when they’re sick?   GOD, Nagito. It’s kind of annoying. The second she gets so much as a cold, he’s in nurse mode. It’s only because he cares, though. And…because with his luck, he’s seen a lot of commonplace illnesses turn terrible, fast. He’s like a human WebMD, you’re always dying. So. Best to just let him play it out.

who gets jealous easiest?   Well, it depends on what kind of jealousy we’re talking about. Nagito gets more discouraged and dejected, whereas Celeste is more outwardly possessive. (Nagito thinks it’s cute, but he wouldn’t dare say so out loud. In public.)

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?   I’m gonna say Celestia. Her taste in music isn’t embarrassing or anything (probably), but Nagito doesn’t have enough pride to feel embarrassment, so.

who collects something unusual?   Nagito collects random things luck brings his way, Celestia collects random winnings from various gambles. They should compare some time. 

who takes the longest to get ready?   Celestia, obviously. She has more of a Look™. Nagito tends to just wear the same jacket and sometimes change his shirt, and his hair hasn’t seen a brush in three years. Not that that’s going to last long under her watch.

who is the most tidy and organised?   Nagito is pedantic about keeping things clean, even if they seem disorganised. You can practically eat off his floor, even with a dog around. That said, he never puts things away the same way twice, and all his shelves look more disorderly than they really are. Celestia’s probably better at making things neat. 

who gets most excited about the holidays?   Nagito is the holiday fanatic. He loves the atmosphere, the joy and the hope that comes with bringing people together. It’s really hard to be around that kind of energy and feel nothing for it all.

who is the big spoon/little spoon?   Nagito kind of defaults to big spoon position, but he secretly wants to be the little spoon. 

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports?   Celestia. Nagito doesn’t care for winning or losing, and in fact, kind of expects to be beaten. Meanwhile, he finds her competitive nature endearing. He’d definitely hold her things while she kicked some noob’s ass. 

who starts the most arguments?   Celestia, because Nagito’s too much of a whimp to fight over the things that bother him. Though, they don’t really fight much at all. In fact, in an ironic twist of fate, they fight over the fact that Nagito won’t fight more than anything, because Celestia thinks he rolls over and takes too much from the world. (She’s right.)

who suggests that they buy a pet?   They already have pets of their own. I can’t wait until they introduce them. 

what couple traditions they have?   Their teatime becomes really important for them. It’s something grounding and stable, that pulls them out of back-to-back tough days, and forced them to relax a little. No matter what else happens, it’s something to rely on. Also, they like people watching (and shit talking those they both hate in french, right in front of them. It’s great.)

what tv shows they watch together?   T r a s h. No, really. Shitty, terrible daytime television neither one of them likes, because they know inevitably they’ll wind up going out, making out, or trying to play a game with both a cat and a dog getting in the way, so what’s the point of getting into a show? (Once in a blue moon they’ll get to watch a full episode of something, just to mock it.)

what other couple they hang out with?   Very few, just because very few people interest them. They’d stick within their own school and circle of friends, I don’t forsee either of them going out of their way to befriend an outsider.

how they spend time together as a couple?   Usually, quietly. They like to discuss a lot of really big ideas to no real end, try and get to know the way the other thinks. Debate positions neither of them feel strongly about, just for the fun of it. They occasionally duke it out with their respective talents, and no matter how much Nagito insists hers is superior, it always ends in an unbreakable stalemate. 

who made the first move?   Celestia. It could only ever have been her.

who brings flowers home?   Nagito does, frequently. Aww.

who is the best cook?   One time, Nagito accidentally started a fire by boiling water. Make of that what you will. 

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Hey hey hey!! Maylor for the ship thing!

who hogs the duvet?

BRIAN adjdjsjfkdk brian definitely. this is a Tall Noodle we're talking about he just wraps himself in it and goes to town adjdj

who texts/rings to check how their day is going?

brian. he always has his phone by his side and whenever he can't focus he just texts or rings rog just to hear how he's doing because he misses him so much

who's the most creative when it comes to gifts?

they mock-gift each other a lot to the point where it's became a whole ass thing, and each one of these is increasingly more absurd from both sides, but - when we're talking about serious gifts, it's definitely roger. he puts a lot of thought into his gifts and might come off as annoying for it sometimes, - "you think brian would like this?" "you're his boyfriend, darling" - but it's worth it, because brian's reaction is priceless every single time; he just looks at roger like he's hung the moon in the sky.

who gets up first in the morning?

they both have this problem where sometimes they pull all-nighters or stay-up late, but at least roger can, most of the time, get his sleep and wake up early. brian. well. less often. it's not completely unheard of from roger to wake up to an empty bed and look for brian only to find him working, and having to nudge him into bed again in the wee hours of the morning.

who suggests new things in bed?

they both do, but the one to do it more often is definitely roger. brian isn't so adventurous when it comes to that and stays in his comfort zone a lot of the time, but roger is overall much wilder, which has resulted in hot situations, but also in safeword ones, and, in brian's opinion, the very best: plain hilarious situations where they just stop the scene because they can't control their giggling.

who cries at movies?

depends a lot on the movie, but rule of thumb is brian might get teary-eyed but rarely actually cries, while roger is one to cry a lot. HOWEVER, when it's a comedy movie, if it is anything like brian's sense of humour, he's gonna laugh. so much. he's gonna CRY LAUGH. he's most likely somehow ending up on the floor, stomach aching because he can't stop laughing. so roger ends up laughing more because brian just won't stop than because of the movie. the first time it happened, roger just. giggled and sat there thinking about how adorable his boyfriend is and how the hell he got so lucky.

who gives unprompted massages?

rog OH MY GOD definitely rog. there are times, particularly when brian's most stressed, when he just feels like spoiling brian with everything he can, and massages are definitely a tool under his belt. whenever brian feels the hands on his shoulders it's almost instinctive of him to throw his head back and close his eyes, and roger can't help but smile at the pleased sighs he hears.

who fusses over the other when they're sick?

both. they have this problem where they think they're so much better than their cold that they can do whatever even with it. brian keeps having to remind roger that no, roger, it's not a good idea to go to that party, you need rest, while roger has to keep brian from working as hard as he usually does.

who gets jealous easiest?

it doesn't look like it, but it's brian. they both know they wouldn't ever cheat on each other, but sometimes they enjoy making each other jealous on purpose. brian gets jealous easily (but hides it well), and roger likes to take advantage of that fact and, sometimes, when he feels like brian hasn't dommed in a good while and he misses it, he makes him jealous on purpose. it usually ends with a lot of creaking in their bed, roger on all fours, and a lot of loving reassurance after.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

ROGER oh my god DEFINITELY ROGER

like we remember roger for the punk feel and the hard rock and shit but this man listens to baby shark and unironically thinks it's a bop he DOES

who collects something unusual?

brian has a huge collection of coins that one just Does Not Touch. they both also like to collect vinyls and CDs, and roger might have a problem with compulsive pokemóning.

who takes the longest to get ready?

these disasters both take incredibly long (in part because they literally won't stop fooling around in the shower) to get ready, but at least brian can just go with his hair as it is. roger... not so simple.

who's the most tidy and organised?

none of them, but brian does try his best and his things are organised, it's just that it isn't tidy at ALL with the things he lets pile up. roger, meanwhile, has embraced the clutter a looong time ago, and is now an adept of the "organised mess" philosophy. he does still lose his things a lot.

who gets the most excited about the holidays?

roger makes it a point to buy whatever seasonal shit he can whenever he can. it's not that brian doesn't like it, but he figures every day is special enough without pretty lights or candies... but if there are pretty lights and candies, - and most of all, they're making roger happier - then everything is better.

who's the big/little spoon?

they switch a lot, so when they're spooning the little spoon is whoever is needier at the time - which usually means roger, but he himself won't hesitate to lay his front to brian's back and bury his face into his hair too.

who gets the most competitive when playing games or sports?

god, both. they will NOT let themselves lose at all, and if it's scrabble especially you might want to plug in your headphones 'cause a lot of shouting is bound to happen. it usually ends well, though, either with a sweet make-up kiss or the loser on his knees - they like it.

who starts the most arguments?

roger is usually the pissiest, but actual serious arguments are usually brian. he has a tendency to bottle some things and occasionally this shows in a bad way with his comments, he himself getting pissy over things that shouldn't matter. most of the time he deeply regrets it - so does roger - and after they apologise he just makes up for it the best way he can. that might be a physical gift or a blowjob in the shower the following day, but it's usually just a lot of hugging and spoiling and hair-stroking.

who suggests that they buy adopt a pet?

brian brian brian oh my GOD every single day someone save roger. cats, dogs, hedgehogs, foxes, and the list of things he wish he could adopt and raise but also doesn't because he knows they don't have the structure to do it. roger just finds it the most ADORABLE thing when brian gushes over the animals he passes by, and he swears one day they'll adopt a pet... or five.

what couple traditions do they have?

friday nights usually see them at parties, only for the following saturday nights having them on the couch watching a movie. they have a love of the rushing adrenaline and the resulting aftermath, and they're not seeing an end to it any time soon.

what tv shows they watch together?

roger insisted that brian watch game of thrones with him, which he did, and as much as he criticises the show (sometimes justifiedly, other times out of pure pettiness), he does enjoy it sometimes as some mindless entertainment and having roger there taking his guesses on who's gonna die next makes everything better.

(brian also might or might not have gotten roger hooked on star trek. he still won't admit it but rog absolutely loves that show.)

what other couple do they hang out with?

I mean, freddie won't stop bringing this man he met around to their studio and their hang-outs. his name is jim and they're not sure about him yet but he does seem like a cool, though closed, guy. aside from that, there's john and veronica, who they probably would die for at any given moment.

how do they spend time together as a couple?

lots and lots of ways. sometimes they'll simply stay home, take it slow and hold each other close in bed; but they're fond of going out, too, and roger loves taking brian to planetariums! because even if he himself can't understand much that's being said, brian is gushing all the way and it's so adorable. brian himself can say the same whenever he takes roger to a museum; he's fascinated by history and studying it and will explain all sorts of things when ask - sometimes brian wonders if he doesn't know more than some of the guides themselves.

who made the first move?

the thing about brian and roger is that when they fall in love, they're idiots. absolute Idiots In Love who dare not take a step forward, scared to get a slap on the face. they make advances, but are never really able to admit publicly they're advances - relying instead on the faith that the other one will take it platonically. he doesn't, and instead gets nervous and does nothing, and sends the wrong signs. that's why it took a lot lf courage (and a lot of alcohol) for brian to finally say it -"Look- I love you. Loved you ev'r since we met. Day one." and roger would have find it not more than endearing if he himself wasn't very tipsy too. they went to bed together that night, and the following morning was full of explanations and a little bit of crying. it was worth it.

who brings flowers home?

roger started doing it first. he'd just - "I know this is cliché, but I wanted you to have this." and *boom,* there it was, brian trembling with love. then he started doing it too, and roger sort of understood why brian got so weak at the knees whenever he brought flowers home.

who's the best cook?

roger still remembers a lot of local typical food from cornwall and he can still recreate them quite delightfully - much to brian's glee. he himself isn't a bad cook either, but to him, he'll honestly never compare. rog would disagree - he doesn't think he knows anyone who can deal with vegetables as good as brian - and he makes sure to tell him that.

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Luke/Tori for the ship ask please?

thanks for being so patient! i got carried away and then stuck bc i got carried away lol and i’ve also just been busy bc grad school lmao ;_;

here it is finally! under a cut as per my yuzh

who hogs the duvet

luke, bc he’s just a cold human being. lol not like in his heart or soul, but his body runs colder than most, so he’s chilled like all the time

if he’s not acting like an octopus, he’s hogging the duvet. tori doesn’t mind a whole bunch, since she runs warm (thanks apollo), but sometimes, on really cold nights (heating is so expensive and if they can keep it off, they will), it’s v annoying so she’ll forcefully pull the duvet back, which forces luke to turn into an octopus

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

i’d say tori is. she worries a lot abt luke, esp bc he can kinda hole up inside his mind when he’s having a tough time

those little text alert noises and rings are actually quite comforting for luke. he appreciate them a lot, which he’d never say out loud, but he doesn’t need to since they can read each other pretty well

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

you might be surprised, but luke actually is. it comes from his creativity for pranks

who gets up first in the morning

tori does! thanks apollo, but only during the summer lmao

it’s super bad in the summer too, bc the days are longer and it gets light around 4 or 5 in the morning lol

but tori generally gets up with the sun (thanks apollo), so during the winter she gets up later than in the summer and luke is generally up before her

who suggests new things in bed

i mean, honestly both of them do!

tori does more often, but luke will if it’s been a long day, and an even longer night bc either/or both of them can’t sleep bc of nightmares or what have you

wait, i’m just realizing this might be a sexual question??? lmao, i read it like one of those philosophical talks you have with your best friend at sleepovers at 3am (same energy anyway)

well, if it is a sexual question (i’m honestly not sure, my ace brain is seriously just That ace), i would say neither of them, honestly

like they’ve been through so much in their lives. role-play doesn’t do it for them. tori hates being held down/restrained, and they’ve both incurred enough injuries from monsters for a lifetime so bdsm is also out

they’re also both tops, so that complicates things sometimes, but “““““vanilla””””” sex is fine for them

who cries at movies

lol tori does. no question.

who gives unprompted massages

luke, for sure. and tori loves it

but tori will sometimes do so if she sees luke’s stressed and tense

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

totes luke, he turns in to like a mother hen (but don’t tell him i told you that) and worries over tori whenever she gets sick

obvi tori takes care of luke when he’s sick, but luke’s the one to really go those extra 500 miles

who gets jealous easiest

lmao, can’t choose on that one bc both of them get supremely jealous

it doesn’t help that luke is bi and tori is biromantic, so anyone is technically fair game and they’re both very good-looking ppl

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

tori! she’s a hopeless romantic, and so like all those cheesy, gooey love songs and will listen to them all day every day

and i mean i wouldn’t strictly classify that as “embarrassing” per se, but that’s the best answer i have for ya

who collects something unusual

hmmm, luke.

you could argue most things are “unusual” to collect, but luke collects journals filled with entries. like he fell out of it after thalia, and then that whole thing happened with kronos lol, but after that (this is the everybody lives!au if you couldn’t tell) he picks it back up again

so he just has stacks of journals, all filled, many from tori–its therapeutic and he finds it’s something he actually quite enjoys. in the quiet of his shared bedroom with tori, of course

who takes the longest to get ready

not really either of them. i mean, i guess tori just bc if she wants to do something with her hair, it takes longer

but tori doesn’t wear a lot of makeup to begin with, and just as well she doesn’t have to try That hard to look nice (thanks apollo)

luke is already good-looking, and even tho he doesn’t have any divine blessing, he doesn’t have to do a lot to look good either

who is the most tidy and organised

luke, he hates clutter

he can’t think, and it only reminds him of the crowded hermes cabin

who gets most excited about the holidays

tori, bc she’s making up for all she missed out in childhood

luke indulges her bc he’s secretly making up for all he missed out in childhood, but he often doesn’t like expressing he’s excited for the holidays, except for quietly when he’s in the privacy of his and tori’s apt. he doesn’t mind showing tori how much he’s enjoying himself

who is the big spoon/little spoon

they switch constantly

tori loves being the little spoon, but so does luke. even if tori is kinda tiny lol

when it’s cold at night and luke is hogging the blankets but tori is still warm enough, but her nose gets cold, she’ll roll over and press her nose into luke’s back to share what little warmth he can give her. he’ll often reach back for her arm and she’ll put it around him, lacing her fingers with his, letting her hand rest against his chest, where his heart is

more often then not tho, tori is the little spoon bc luke has turned into an octopus seeking warmth at night

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

like the jealousy thing, they both do

you don’t want them on opposite sides

likewise, you don’t want them together, bc they’ll pulverize you

so it’s really lose-lose either way

who starts the most arguments

oh man, i mean i guess both of them

they’re both worried abt each other’s safety, so that’s mostly what they argue abt

tori probably starts them a little more often, if only bc luke often jumps in front of her when they’re in danger just out instinct and before tori can jump in front of him, which annoys her

not just bc she can take care of herself, but also bc luke does so with reckless abandon and she doesn’t like that he could potentially be wounded/hurt/killed bc he was protecting her

who suggests that they buy a pet

tori, but only bc they were passing a pet shop one day and she noticed luke’s eyes lingering on one of the kittens inside that had taken a liking to luke

it was december, so v cold. and they were on their way back to their apt when they passed a pet shop

and as they’re passing, one of the kittens leaps up and paws at the window, following the couple as they continue pass

this catches luke’s attention, and he finds the little kitten’s persistence endearing as they walk past

the kitten’s also meowing, but obvi they can’t hear it. luke can see it tho bc its little mouth keeps moving

even tho luke insists it’s okay if they don’t get the kitten, tori drags him inside anyway and they go to the pen, and the little kitten is waiting for them on the other side

it’s a calico and it’s not until they’re inside that they notice this little kitten’s eye is injured on its right side (bc of glare from the window outside)

luke is only able to stare, too in shock to really move or think, but tori picks up the mewling ball of fluff and coos at it. then she holds it out for luke to take. and he’s hesitant at first, bc its so small and fragile, but tori gently coaxes it into his arms. and he rests it on his shoulder and it falls asleep, the precious bby

luke panics at that, though, bc he doesn’t know what to do lol. tori is not help, she just laughs and smiles at him

one of the workers goes over to them then and says that injured animals are always tough to sell, so tori, of course, immediately says they’ll buy this kitten

anyway, her official name is jiji, but her nickname is kitty bc that’s what luke referred to her as when they first brought her home and it kinda stuck.

what couple traditions they have

idk if this qualifies as a “tradition” per se, but, since we’re in the everyone lives!au, this is also the au where luke surprises tori with a song for her b-day one yr

and so after that their “i love you” turns into, “did i mention?”

after long days/after a monster attack while they’re out trying to be normal, and after they’ve cleaned up and are relaxing in bed, they’ll softly sing duets together (since luke can sing now lol; also from linked post). but tori’s still trying to get luke to sing a duet with her in public, to no avail so far

i’ve mentioned before that they like to shower together (again it’s not ever sexual), it’s more meditative and still v much intimate

again, not exactly a tradition, but sometimes if tori’s having trouble sleeping/it’s a particularly bad night regarding nightmares, luke will softly sing to her (most of the time, “did i mention” bc he knows how happy it makes her)

valentines day is a BIG thing. and it feels so cliche for me to say, but tori LOVES that holiday and luke would do anything for that woman. so he’ll do as much cheesy, romantic stuff as he can and that he’s gleaned from movies (and like actually romantic stuff, not the White™ version of romance where the man stalks/forces the woman’s hand)

i mean most of the big holidays–valentines, halloween, christmas and new yrs are p big things in the williams-castellan household

most of the time, they spend it alone together (lol if that makes sense) like the week or day before, they’ll go out with friends and what family they have left lmao i made myself sad ;_; but on the day of, they’ll spend it together in the comfort of their apt bc going out is too overwhelming for both of them

every sunday, they’ll bake together and every monday, they’ll make a meal together. it helps them enjoy the end of their weekend and the beginning of a new work-week more, being able to spend that time together and looking forward to it at the end of those dreaded mondays

what tv shows they watch together

adult cartoons like bob’s burgers, rick & morty, and futurama

episodic comedies like parks & rec, the office, b99, and scrubs

they’ll sometimes chance it with crime procedurals and the like, but if the show gets too heavy, they’ll stop and not really go back bc they’ve dealt with enough

same goes for sci-fi/fantasy shows (tho they chance these even less bc they deal with enough mythology shit just being demigods)

what other couple they hang out with

they’ll sometimes hang out with like percy and annabeth (and maybe the other couples from the seven JASON IS STILL ALIVE I SAID EVERYONE LIVES!AU + nico and will, etc.), but it’s more in a mentor kind of way, since luke and tori are so much older than all of them. they’re good to go to for advice abt relationships, and also life in general

i like to think they are able to make friends with couples their age through places like the waystation that are hidden throughout the mortal world, but they’re wary abt new ppl bc they’ve had so many bad experiences, just in general (not necessarily with ppl)

so if you do manage to become a friend and they ask you to go on a double date with them with your partner, it’s ride or die for them (and it better be mutual)

how they spend time together as a couple

quiet nights in, mundane date nights out–anything a normal couple would do bc they’ve been through enough already, they don’t need more excitement/trauma

that, of course, doesn’t stop monsters from attacking them when they go out. but after a battle, they’ll go home, clean up, and cuddle on the bed with lofi music playing in the background and scented candles lit around the room

who made the first move

tori did regarding their private confirmation of being in a relationship since she’s demi, and she’d told luke so. he didn’t want to push her into anything she was uncomfortable with, esp if her feelings stayed platonic/friendly, so he let her take the reins

luke did regarding their public confirmation of being in a relationship when he asked her to the fireworks show

who brings flowers home

luke does bc he knows tori likes it when he does romantic things she’s seen in movies

who is the best cook

neither really, since they didn’t exactly grow up in traditional homes

but a few years after the war and of living together, tori decides to take classes on mexican cuisine to reconnect a little more with her roots and her mom. luke joins her, obvi, bc he cares and love her duh

tori’s the better cook tho; luke likes to bake

thanks again for being patient! as it always is, i enjoyed writing abt my loves

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Lams for the send me a ship thing?

Of course!

who hogs the duvet:Both of them. They’re both from warmer areas and cannot handle the cold At All. They fight over it every night. John usually “lets Alex win” but the minute Alex falls asleep he takes the entire goddamn thing and wraps it around himself. He used to wake Alex up when he did that cause he’s a v light sleeper, but he learned how to do it right.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going:Alex. Constantly. Always. John acts annoyed after like the fifth time in a day but he finds it endearing.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts:Define creative? John’s are usually a drawing of Alex in perfect magical detail, along with a small thing Alex mentioned he wanted once and never in a million years expected John to remember it. Alex’s gifts are… well… unpredictable. So although John’s are all constant, they’re things like drawings that require creativity.

who gets up first in the morning:Alex, definitely. John gets up as late as possible while not being late for work (and sometimes later, let’s be honest). Alex has trouble sleeping and is a very light sleeper when he does fall asleep.

who suggests new things in bed:Umm… Uhh… ask someone who’s not me this I headcanon every single couple everywhere as being in an ace relationship (literally even if they have biological kids) cause I do not want to think about them that way.

who cries at movies:John cries at a lot of the, you know, actually sad parts. Alex, however, is completely fine at all those parts, but cries when the flower gets stepped on because “now it’s gonna die, John!”

who gives unprompted massages:John. When Alex hasn’t slept in a minute and is all hunched over his laptop, he’ll sneak up behind him and start massaging his shoulders. Alex is more of a sneak up behind him and hug him kinda guy.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick:Alex, definitely. He’ll get really anxious every time John so much as coughs, and John not doing great (physically or mentally) is the only time he’ll willingly skip work. John’s super sweet when Alex gets sick (which is way too often - Alex had a shitty immune system historically), but not a fussy mother hen.

who gets jealous easiest:John, definitely, (he gets jealous very easily), but it could seem like Alex from the outside. Alex is clingier, so when John’s talking to another guy Alex’ll be right there, hugging John and saying he loves him. Someone could easily mismate that for jealousy, but it’s just Alex being Alex. He’s like that all the time.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music:John grew up in the south. Who do you think?

who collects something unusual:Neither of them, really. Alex has like five different fountain pens (four of which are the cheap kind, the other of which was a gift from Lafayette) just cause he finds them fun to write with, but he doesn’t collect them per say.

who takes the longest to get ready:Neither of them take very long. John’s the one who’s always holding them up in the mornings, because he wakes up much later than Alex, but he just throws on some pants and runs a comb through his hair. Alex, who gets up pretty early, has a bit more time to make himself look half decent and shower and stuff. (John showers at night.)

who is the most tidy and organized:They’re both a mess, but Alex is a slightly neater mess. At least he understands it. Anyone else who looks at his work space would just see piles of papers scattered everywhere with no rhyme or reason, but somehow Alex can find anything in a second. John has no method whatsoever.

who gets most excited about the holidays:Alex. He never had the money to do things like Christmas as a kid, so he still sort of has all that little kid excitement for them now that he can afford them. John, on the other hand, had a pretty shitty family life, and the holidays were just an occasion in which he was forced to be with his family all the time. He’s started to look forward to them more now though, just because he gets to see his boyfriend all excited.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:I mean, John’s taller, so John I guess?

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports:Alex gets so damn into games, it’s adorable. They’re not much of a sports couple, though.

who starts the most arguments:They don’t argue a lot. When they do, though, it’s usually because John’s jealous. Alex is a very flirtatious person, and John gets jealous easily. That’s not a good combination.

who suggests that they buy a pet:John suggests they buy a pet turtle. Alex agrees because he rarely sees John that into/excited about things.

what tv shows they watch together:Honestly, I don’t really watch TV so I don’t know the options? All my friends are into Sherlock though, and apparently its gay, so that I guess? They also follow politics and watch the news and stuff.

what other couple they hang out with:Maria and Eliza, and Mulligan and Lafayette.

how they spend time together as a couple:They just kind of chill I guess? They don’t go out a lot, they spend most of their free time at home just enjoying one another’s company.

who made the first move:Alex flirted with John regularly since the day they met, but for a while John thought that was just Alex being Alex. It got steadily heavier, until John finally caught on and asked Alex out. So, while it was prompted by Alex, John technically asked him out first.

who brings flowers home:John. He’s always all shy about it, blushing and flustered when he gives them to Alex. Alex finds it adorable. John knows everything about the meaning of each flower too, and he’ll always send a tiny message with his choice of flowers. It took Alex a little while to catch on, but now he always asks John about the meaning of each one. It’s always super sweet and leads to them cuddling for hours.

who is the best cook:Alex. He used to help his mom make dinner in the Caribbean, and he still remembers how to make each dish. John tried to help once. It went horribly. John can’t cook for his life.

Thanks for asking! This was fun to do.

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Adam/Eve for the ship meme. Thank you.

the seeker and the lost.

who hogs the duvet – they actually don’t share the same bed. i’m not saying it’s traditional or anything, it’s just what they agreed on for right now. but sometimes in those moments where it hurts fr adam to breath, he’s quietly ask her if it’s okay for him to sleep with her. and she doesn’t really say anything, just scoots over and they share the bed.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going – Adam owns a landline, not a cellphone because for whatever reason. But sometimes he calls and he leaves her messages. They’re short and to the point.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts – Adam. And it’s always something out of the way and wows you.

who gets up first in the morning – I think Adam. He is the first one to get up and the last one to go to bed.

who suggests new things in bed – That is definitely Eve. Adam is very missionary all the time, and it’s nothing wrong with missionary at all, but like-.. she switches it up for them.

who cries at movies – Eve does, and Adam tries not to but does.

who gives unprompted massages – They’re not really massages, just gentle caresses, and that’s usually Adam because he forgets he’s not supposed to touch her so much but whats to really badly.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick – Eve, because Adam doesn’t need the help, he just needs to garden int he sun and he’ll be alright. But she makes him lay down.

who gets jealous easiest – Adam got that sin.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music – Probably Eve, but Adam doesn’t think it’s embarrassing he finds it endearing. She’s more cultured.

who collects something unusual – Maybe Eve, Adam isn’t too keen on the unusual.

who takes the longest to get ready – Probably Adam.

who is the most tidy and organised – Adam also takes this one too. Everything has its place.

who gets most excited about the holidays – Eve, Adam doesn’t find comfort in them.

who is the big spoon/little spoon – Eve is the little spoon, and Adam doesn’t know he’s doing it.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports – I have this thing about them playing tennis for some reason, I just like the thought of that being their sport? Anyway, they really just do it for the work out.

who starts the most arguments – Adam? Eve? Either of them would whisper the other, but not out loud.

who suggests that they buy a pet – Adam, he likes animals a lot.

what couple traditions they have – They sit down in their chairs on Sunday, and read a book, and hold hands.

what tv shows they watch together – Uhm, Adam doesn’t watch tv.

what other couple they hang out with – Ha, haha, hahhahaaaa.

how they spend time together as a couple – Reminiscing, and oh, they garden together to.

who made the first move – Adam, but that was so long ago.

who brings flowers home –Adam brings them from the garden and Eve finds a really lovely vase for them.

who is the best cook – Adam is actually pretty good, though Eve can definitely beat him in a cook off.

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Loving Bravely Lesson 1

Preface: This is, sadly, the most efficient way I can keep track of a journal assignment I have for my class, Love and Heartbreak. Everything I write is going to be extremely personal, so I kindly request you don’t reblog (or do I guess, what am I gonna do, beat your ass?). Lastly, this is not one of my “im sad and this is a cry for help” posts. It’s just self-reflection. You don’t have to worry for my safety. 

Understanding Your Past

My parents started fighting when I turned eight years old. For months, my mom had been coming home later during weekdays, claiming traffic or longer work days (not out of the realm of possibility. She worked an hour and a half away and traffic was consistently awful). In November 2008, my dad found texts on her phone from her boyfriend, Bill. They started fighting and never stopped. Me, my brother (6 at the time) and our baby brother (barely 2) got to listen to the nightly routine of our parent’s screaming matches. In hindsight, their divorce was necessary, and something I’m grateful for. They are both stubborn people who were never good together; indeed, they got married a month before I was born, when they were both 21. However, at the time I had nightmares where they told us they were getting a divorce. It was horrifying. Eventually, when I was 10, cops came and took my dad away. He spent the night in a jail cell, not under arrest, but only because he had nowhere else to go and my mom had ordered a restraining order against him. I’m not putting the details of why, because I don’t know their validity. And, truth be told, I’m too scared to seek that truth out. We didn’t see him for a month, and I cried everyday because I missed him so much. In the years since, many things have happened to further sour the relationship between my parents that will likely come up later. They despise each other. They don’t talk, and they never do. They shunted that responsibility onto me and, if I wasn’t there, my brother. 

My mother’s infidelity is something I typically have on my mind. I would never cheat. I could never. I would sooner shoot myself in the foot than to do that to a person. I think it’s the worst thing you could ever do to someone in a relationship, falling short only of abuse (and given how often cheating slides into abuse, that’s a narrow category). However, I get intense crushes. It doesn’t matter how much I love my girlfriend or how committed I know I am and will be to her; I get intense crushes. I hate it. i hate the feeling of being so infatuated with another despite being completely in love with my girlfriend. I can’t even explain it. You think if you love someone you wouldn’t feel anything for others but I do, and I don’t know why. So, to name it, I saw disloyalty and infidelity in my parents’ marriage. To connect it, I get intense crushes that could lead to disloyalty and infidelity. And I choose to not act on them. I don’t want to be my mother. And I don’t want to hurt anybody. Another thing would likely be the emotional abuse I suffered from my mother. She kidnapped my brothers and I and verbally berated us for a month. We were yelled at for crying, or for trying to tell others. When the court order came to take us back, she stole our phones from us and told us we were betraying her, that we were ungrateful brats. If we loved her, we would see she was doing this for the best. When she found out I had been cutting myself, she told me she was very disappointed, and ignored it. When I wouldn’t eat because of my struggle with anorexia, she gladly took my food and threw it away, because I wasn’t really deserving of it as an ungrateful child. Now, as she has no custody and only gets visitation, the worst she can do is degrade my appearance and yell when we get close to saying she ever did anything wrong. Name: mental and verbal abuse at hands of mother. Connect: I flinch at yelling. I get so scared if someone is more quiet than usual because it means I did something wrong and the yelling will start. I can’t sleep alone (I have to either have a roommate, my dog, or have my girlfriend on call). If there’s any noise, I wake up because I never feel safe. I apologize too much because I think it’ll help lessen the blow when someone inevitably gets mad at me. I see myself as a child because, no matter what, my mother can still utterly eviscerate me. Choice: I don’t know. This one is far less simple. I guess, perhaps, it’s that I do choose to own this, or at least parts. I choose to tell my roommate that this is my past, and it’s why I have trouble sleeping and sometimes cry on the phone. I choose to tell my girlfriend so she knows why I’m not eager for her to befriend my mother and why I always think she’s mad at me. 

I picked three traits from my parents that they share. These are: quick temper, stubborn, and vocal. My parents were both quick to get mad, both too stubborn to admit they were wrong, and both very vocal when someone upset them. Now, to call out my girlfriend, three traits of hers are: quick temper, stubborn, and more reserved. Two of these are in common (and Kate, my love, I mean this all in the most endearing of ways). A quick temper is not inherently toxic. To call anger toxic is dangerous. You need to feel the full range of emotions, even the unpleasant ones, and feeling rage is something I envy. I can’t. I guilt trip myself out of anger because it feels so unpleasant. The stubborn-ness I also envy. Perhaps it’s because my mother was Like That that I don’t hold onto any argument too much. I admire being able to hold firm. However, both this and the quick temper can scare me. I don’t know why I seek it out. Maybe the slight edge of toxicity that can result are so familiar to me I don’t recognize they’re bad? As for being reserved, I mean that you have to coax feelings out. My parents, unprompted, will gladly explain why they hate each other. I find comfort in having the choice to seek it out. However, it is unhealthy for me to run away from what she is feeling. I don’t know. Now, for three things I appreciated in my home: I felt loved growing up, I never wanted for anything, and there was very little prejudice. The abuse started once I hit late middle school. When I was younger though, my mom was loving. This is the hardest thing to reconcile. I remember my mom caring. I don’t know what happened. But I’m grateful I had that, despite how short it was. Moving onto the second, my family was poor. Even now we’re poor. But growing up, we never felt it. We had enough to eat, the heat was always on. Sometimes the ac broke, but then we’d go to the community pool! To lessen electricity costs, we’d play outside! Sometimes our grandparents took us on really fun trips to beaches or amusement parks or baseball games. My parents did a great job raising us fiscally speaking. Looking back, it’s clear we struggled. But they didn’t ever let us see it. Lastly, my parents are both accepting to a degree. While I know being nonbinary would never fly, I had no fear coming out as bisexual. And my parents shut down racism and other prejudice whenever they heard it. I truly appreciate that. For things I resent: lack of communication, inability to deal with mental health, and inability to move forward. My parents, and my brothers and I, struggle to communicate. I love them all so dearly but I don’t know what to say. I feel that, when they were fighting, we grew so used to saying quiet we never quite learned how to speak back up. Next, I already went over my mother’s reaction to self harm and eating disorders, but there’s other little things. We were court ordered therapy after being kidnapped, but we never went because my dad believed we didn’t need it. Just last semester I used my campus’s strapped mental health services to get some bit of closure (shoutout to lauren for being a g). Finally, I feel we are all stuck in the past. We are all stuck in the divorce or in St. Louis, where my mother took us. We don’t know how to move forward, and it hurts.