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sunjaesol · 4 years ago

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serendipitous encounters

juke | human au | fluff

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"I think I met my soulmate!" Luke shouted as he barrelled through the front door, announcing his presence.

Alex, cuddled up with Willie, groaned from his place on the couch. "Not this again. Luke, soulmates do not exist!"

"Well, I'm curious," Willie joked. "What happened?"

Bouncing through the small living space, he propped himself on the coffee table. His eager lips spouted everything he knew so far. "Her name's Julie and she's beautiful and she drinks lattes with caramel syrup."

The two boys blinked at each other, an amused smile growing on Willie as the scowl deepened for Alex. Yeesh. How did these two work?

The blonde tried keeping composure. "You think... you met... the person you want to spend the rest of your life with... in a coffee shop?"

Luke nodded. What was his point?

Luckily, Willie was on his side. "Did you talk to her?"

Sighing, he slumped to the floor. "No. But I'm telling you, it's her."

"This oddly feels like that Zooey Deschanel movie," Alex mused.

"No! She's not some fantasy! She-I can't explain it." Dreamily looking up at the ceiling, he added. "She's it. I'm calling it."

"I think you're horny," Alex deadpanned. Willie snickered.

He rolled his eyes and swatted their legs. "Very cool, you guys.”

The doorbell rang. Jumping up and saving himself from further embarrassment, Luke went to open it.

And it was her. Holy shit.

She smiled up at him, holding up his trusty songbook.

"Hello. You left this journal on your table at Starbucks? It has your address inside."

Gobsmacked, Luke stared at her. Holy fucking shit. Because of his whole daydream about her in Starbucks, he forgot his book and then she took it upon herself to find the rightful owner. That was fate, right? Take that, Alex!

Stammering vowels, he plucked it from her grasp and let out a breathy laugh.

"Y-Yeah, thanks, that's- yup."

An amused smile pulled on her lips, nodding. "No problem. Have a nice day!"

Her goodbye snapped him out of his stupor, calling out for her with a raised hand.

"Wait! I didn't catch your name!"

She turned around, the girl looking so foreign in the grimy hallway of the apartment complex.

"Why do you need my name?"

Cause he knew it already and didn't want to seem like a creep.

He shrugged. "I want to thank you."

"It's Julie," she said after a beat.

"Thank you, Julie." His grin must've been comically wide, heart beating a mile a minute as he was still convinced she was his freaking soulmate.

And then she left. He was certain he'd see her again. In a non creepy way, that was.

— — — — — —

It was wholly coincidental once more.

It was an early Sunday morning, Luke donned in sweatpants and a ratty cut-off and bedhead, as he meandered in the the shop of a tailor. Reggie owed him for this.

The bassist loved buying vintage clothing, but never stuff that quite fit him. Hence, a tailor. His name was Peter and basically Reg’s best friend at this point, based on the disappointed look the man gave Luke as he handed him the the slip. He could hear the question on his tongue - “Where’s Reggie?” - and was happy when he didn’t ask.

One, cause that was fucking rude.

Two, cause Reg was currently fighting for an exclusive comic book on the other side of Los Angeles with a hurdle of other nerds.

As Peter was sifting through the clothing racks, searching the order, the bell jingled behind him.

“Oh, Journal Boy?”

He stilled. Holy shit.

Whirling around, he came face to face with Julie. Just as beautiful as a week ago; maybe even more disarming in sandals and her curly hair up in a messy bun.

“Hi,” he breathed, unsure if he wasn’t just imagining her. It was a pretty hot day. It could easily be a sun stroke.

Her smile widened. She was probably amused by his goofy behaviour, but he couldn’t help it. What were the odds he’d see her again, in a different location, this early after the first encounter? What was the statistical probability of meeting his soulmate twice?

Before he could say anything else, Peter appeared from his rack and placed a leather jacket on the counter. Their attention diverted, Luke couldn’t help but feel heat travel up his back from having her so near.

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No, he didn't want to go to silent disco.

Alas, Willie and Alex were that quirky type of couple that always liked to do the weirdest shit, including the most impersonal activity ever: a silent fucking disco.

They told him to bring a date, as Reggie was bringing his Tinder match Kayla, but he wasn't feeling it. One, because he still couldn't believe he saw Julie again at the tailor-

("It's Luke, by the way," he added.

She smiled and tasted the name. "Luke. Haven't lost your journal again?"

His name sounded heavenly on her tongue. Keeping the blush at bay, he nodded with a grin. "Yup. Uh-"

And then the man came back with her stuff, and that was that.)

-two, cause he wanted to win from Alex. Soulmates did exist and he hadn't lost hope it was her.

So there he was, in some old factory turned disco, with hundreds of idiots wearing headphones as they danced in a frenzy to whatever song was playing. The whole point of art - connection - was lost. Luke wanted to die.

Until he saw Julie from across the space. Again. And she saw him.

They smiled and waved and suddenly, this whole thing wasn't so bad anymore.

— — — — — —

There were about a 130,000 people living in East LA. It had sprawling neighbourhoods and hundreds of communities and subways that connected it to the other parts of LA. She could’ve been anywhere.

And yet, he found her again.

Even though he was still sticking to his guns that Julie was someone special, he also had his own needs. Which was how he found himself slipping out of a redhead’s bed at seven in the morning, dazed from being in an unknown place, and pulling his clothes back on. He was pretty sure her name was Meredith, though that could also just be entirely false. It was a weird, albeit good night.

She mumbled in her pillow he could let himself out, waving half-heartedly and rolling on her side.

Softly closing the door behind him and cracking the knots in his neck, he didn’t notice how he bumped into a person.

Into Julie.

His eyes widened in shock, the two letting out a surprised yelp. Her hand clutched her chest and took a step back.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “Sorry!”

Her mouth opened and closed in confusion, about to say something, when her gaze trailed past him to the apartment he just left. She cleared up.

“Meredith? Good choice, she’s nice.”

Luke flushed red. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

Awkwardly scratching the back of his head, he drawled, “Uh, yeah... what’re you doing here?”

It was then that he noticed she had athletic wear on, duffle bag around her shoulder and keys dangling between her fingers. She confirmed his suspicions when she replied.

“I, uh, live here.” She laughed. “So... have a nice rest of the day?”

He wanted to say a lot. He wanted to ask if she wanted to grab breakfast, that Meredith wasn’t his girlfriend, that he had this crazy feeling they were always meant to meet - again and again and again ‘til they got it right.

But he couldn’t. He’d sound insane. Hell, it was insane. Instead, he wished her a nice day as well and scurried out the hallway. He didn’t look back, but he did wonder if he was imagining he felt her eyes on his back.

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Luke was typing on his laptop, the hustle and bustle of Starbucks at three in the afternoon and the methodical tap tap tap of the keys lulling him into a fast-paced trance. As always, he procrastinated some work for Pitchfork and had to get it done in two hours or else his boss would be yelling in his emails.

The bell jingled, Luke looking up automatically and almost rolling his eyes at the sight of her. This was getting insane.

Julie saw him too, changing her course from the register to his round table with a confused grimace twisting her features. As always, she looked pretty; the girl never looked bad and it was kind of messing with his head.

"Alright, fess up," she exclaimed, slipping into the seat opposite of him. "Are you stalking me?"

He snorted and leaned forward with a wry grin. "I can ask the same about you."

Her lips pursed, assessing him for a beat. With a sigh, she mellowed down. "I guess... we live in the same neighbourhood..."

"Still kinda crazy though," he mused. "East L.A. is big."

She nodded, pensive, and then looked over her shoulder to the menu board. "Is it okay if... I sit with you? I was going to grab a latte to go, but since you're here..."

But since you're here - rang in his ears, a careful smile blooming on his lips. Fuck, he really needed to work, but Julie wanted to sit with him, hang with him, be friends with him, outside of all the coincidental meetings they've had.

He wouldn't call it a date yet. He wanted to properly ask her when that day came.

"Sure," he mumbled, biting down the smile from becoming bigger.

His reply satisfied her, the tendrils dancing around her bright eyes as she matched his smile and stood up to make an order.

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Weeks passed with quick meetings here and there, Julie slowly bleeding into his life with laughs and smiles and whirlwind stories about her life. She was always on the go, always bright-eyed and easily matching his energy. He knew his enthusiasm could put people off, but she was never taken aback.

Wit against wit. Snark against snark. A dumb joke met with an amused roll of the eye. It worked. For a while, he even settled on the fact that hey, they might be platonic soulmates. Julie was a great friends and sometimes he felt his emotions fleeting. If they remained friends, he'd be perfectly content.

But then she closed gaps and barriers that had pointedly been kept before. After they got boba, her hand wrapped around his bicep, stretched on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could register it, she was back on her feet waving him goodbye. Luke had a dopey look on his face for the rest of the day.

She kept up cheek kisses, he let his warm embraces linger, their short hangouts turned into hours.

Then one night, she kissed his cheek after they got ramen and he shifted his face 'til their noses brushed. Julie held her breath. Tentatively, their fingers curled together - the simple touch sparking lightning up his arm.

"Is it weird that I've dreamed about you?" he asked, cautious, looking at their joined hands.

Luke wanted to tell her about his initial gut feeling; that he saw her and he knew. But it was too insane and he didn't want to scare her off. But he knew. He's always known.

"No..." Her mouth ghosted his. "I've dreamed about you too."

Luke closed the little space between them, lips slanting together and instantly deepening as one hand came up to cradle her cheek. His heart was bursting with euphoria. It felt as if his body sighed in relief, like it had finally come home. And then he did: he sighed and grinned and giggled when her arms wrapped around his neck.

Oh, man... he might already love her.

— — — — — —

Nothing definite happened afterwards. Though this is what he wanted, he felt weird confirming their relationship when he had always somehow ‘known.’ It had to come from her side, the more level-headed person in this situation.

So, it was casual, even though he was anything but casual.

It was pretty great though, walking past Meredith’s door towards Julie’s, having her yank him inside and kiss him like she’d been waiting for years. Kissing Julie was fucking heaven.

Besides that, they were the same Luke and Julie as before. They got boba or ramen or any new spot that opened up like weeds. She listened to new music with him, sharing earbuds, for his Pitchfork articles. He watched her sing and play the piano at music clubs, becoming more and more enamoured each time simply by the sound of her angelic voice. He built a shelf for her. She taught him how to make friendship bracelets. He met her best friend Flynn. She stayed over for dinner with the guys and got drunk on white wine, giggling along to the jokes.

They fit. But they weren’t exclusive. He had no clue if she was also seeing someone else. He presumed she didn’t, the two constantly revolving around each other, but he couldn’t be certain.

Alex was gobsmacked the first time he properly met her. Stunned that Luke had been right, that it worked out, that East Los Angeles was apparently nothing more than a small town. Luke reckoned he was just jealous he didn’t have to meet his person by getting maimed on the street - ha!

His finger trailed along her sleeping silhouette, gently and drowsy, observing in awe how a smile subconsciously quirked on her lips and shifted closer to his touch. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose in the back of her neck. There were worse ways to wake up.

— — — — — —

Eventually, Julie simply decided for him.

She was moving apartments and he was helping her pack, move furniture, throw shit out, the whole nine yards. For one person, she had a lot of stuff, her cabinets an endless supply of decor, souvenirs and memories.

They were whirling around each other like clock-work, never bumping and smoothly handing things over. Rap music was playing from the stereo, its sound drifting from her opened front door into the hallway.

One of her neighbours popped their head in.

"Oh!" The old man perked up, surprised. "You're moving, Julie?"

She looked up from rummaging through her CD collection to shoot him a tired smile. "Yeah," she puffed, "my lease is up, so..."

"Change of pace, I get it. That's wonderful," he nodded, gaze shifting to Luke walking out of the bathroom. "Hello!"

Luke smiled at him, waving with the box of oddly shaped soaps Julie had for some reason. "Hi."

"This is Luke, my boyfriend," Julie introduced, Luke freezing in his tracks all at once as the words utter from her lips. Boyfriend. Holy shit. It didn't faze her, smoothly babbling more than he wasn't processing.

Boyfriend. Which meant that she was his girlfriend. Which meant that now, he had to threaten the guys to not say a fucking word about how mentally deranged he was the first week after meeting her. This wasn’t planned. This was fully her. This was past fate and serendipity - this was by choice. It felt better than he thought.

The man bid goodbye and left. Luke dropped the box on the coffee table, sliding towards her with a shit-eating grin.

"Boyfriend," he drawled exaggeratedly.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. ‘Cause you are. I know you well enough to know you can only do exclusive."

"Can you?"

"I said you were my boyfriend, didn't I?"

His smile widened, leaning in to kiss her. She met him halfway, loose curls tucked behind ears before her arms were slung around his waist. I love, I love you, I've loved you forever.

And then the truth tumbled out. Part of it, at least.

"I, uh," he gulped, looking at her through his lashes. "I saw you, that first day, and I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Her face turned tender, a pout jutting from her lip as she gauged his reaction, like she was waiting for him to make a joke. He wasn't.

"Really?" she whispered, voice so small it took him aback for a beat.

His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks, withholding himself from saying anything more. This was enough. It was the truth without the crazy - being with her was crazy enough. Luke settled on a simple nod.

Her head tilted, shy amusement lilting her tone. "Good thing I'm moving closer to your neighbourhood then."

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@blush-and-books @bluefirewrites @willexx @pink-flame @constantly-singing @unsaid-emily @ourstarscollided

#juke #jatp fanfiction #otp: i think we make each other better #queue

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basileafpitch · 6 years ago

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hey so i wrote a something based off of this post from @novaviis. i needed some birdflash to help me cope with the stress of outsiders coming out next week and i couldn’t stop thinking about that post and it made me smile?? so here’s a something.

(i’ve been craving some og yj, so the timing of this fic thing is around s1- ish)

It was a quiet day.

And, with all of the crime throughout the city recently, it came as a surprise for Dick. The last few weeks had been full of the same old shipment busts that seemed to drag on forever. It was always the same for Dick and his team: suit up, stealth mode, follow the truck to the meeting place, take out bad guys, lock up weapons, repeat. All while the League got the big missions in Metropolis, and in space, for crying out loud. Even after talking to Bruce about it, Dick was dismissed back to the cave, to sit and wait for another alert.

But today was different. Right off the bat (ha ha, get it), Batman told the team of young heroes that it would be an uneventful day. Connor and M’gann left to spend a day sightseeing, and Artemis and Zatanna went to “study”. Dick sure wasn’t going to waste an empty Thursday studying or sightseeing (‘is there even anything worth sightseeing in Gotham?’). So he figured he would settle in and read.

Growing up with Bruce Wayne ensured that Dick had an extensive library at hand, yet he had never found the time to read. There were so many choices; there were the classic novels, there was Shakespeare, there was comedy, tragedy, romance, mystery. You pick a category, or an author, and you could most likely find it in the Wayne library. But, of course, of all of the choices, Dick simply chose to read a book about coding. Not too enticing that he would get hooked, yet not boring enough to put him to sleep. Perfect for his single free day.

He settled down on the sofa in the cave’s common room, not wanting to lock himself away in his own room. Plus, there was a kitchenette and refrigerator at hand, in case he decided to go crazy and feed himself at some point in his sum of free hours. Laying his head on a mountain of pillows Dick stretched himself out on the sofa, sinking into its soft cushions with ease. In a quick moment he felt a level of comfort and content that he had not felt in a long time. No missions to deal with, no secret identity to hide, and no bad guys to fight. Just him, his book, and a fuzzy throw blanket shielding him from the particularly chilly temperature of the cave in December.

After an hour or two Dick was well into his book. It was all things that he had read before, of course: beginner’s coding lingo and steps that he had practiced hundreds of times. The only time he moved from his comfortable position on the couch was to readjust his pillows during hour three.

At this point he seemed to be completely dissolved in the book, because he did not notice the entrance of another person into the room. It wasn’t until he heard the refrigerator door close across the room that he peeled his eyes from the pages.

Dick let out a small squeal at the interruption, throwing the book in front of his face as he flailed, sending his blanket tumbling to the floor. He peaked out from the book to find Wally watching him across the room. He was standing at the island countertop nonchalantly, sipping from a straw at a glass of soda. When Dick spotted him Wally offered a sly smile, resulting in the Dick he knew and loved rolling his eyes, per usual.

“I should have known. You’re so fast, you’re the one person that can slip under my radar,” Dick sang, picking the blanket up and tossing it onto his lap. He set his book down on top of it, open with its spine to the sky.

Wally shrugged, pacing the floor toward the boy. “I thought I came in pretty loudly. I think it’s the book that helped me sneak by,” he said. He leaned on the arm of the couch opposite of Dick, dipping his head toward him. He arched an eyebrow. “Whatcha reading, anyways?” Dick lifted the book to Wally, and the boy laughed out loud, a hand straying to his wild red locks. “Of course. Only you would read something that boringly perfect on your day off, Dick.”

Dick blushed at Wally’s saying his name. Every other day he was only referred to as Robin, so it was a surprising and refreshing change of pace. Plus, Dick liked how Wally pronounced every syllable of his name. Clearly, with purpose.

“What is it?” Wally asked, poking at Dick’s foot. “Do you want me to go? I’m sorry I interrupted your reading, I just—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Dick insisted. “It’s… nothing.” Dick sighed, recovering from his slip up. He shook his head, stuttering for a moment. “What- uh- what are you doing? With your day off, I mean.”

Wally peered around them for a moment. “Bothering you, I guess,” he said with a small chuckle. “The girls invited me to study, but you know me.”

Dick smiled, nodding his head. “I wish I could have witnessed that.”

Wally shook his head. “I was still snorting by the time they had zeta-d out of there!”

Dick and Wally laughed together, but after a minute their chuckles had died out, leaving them in a heavy silence. Dick looked to Wally, watching a small blush rise in his tan, freckled cheeks. Wally clasped his hands together, rubbing them slightly. He looked around them, as if he was trying to find something. And finally, before Dick could drown in the silence, a small gasp escaped the speedster’s lips, and he vaulted to his feet, quickly making his way across the room.

He took something from the countertop. A laptop. He opened it, signing in quickly, and opened a tab that Dick couldn’t see from his seat. In a moment a small smile tugged at Wally’s lips, resulting in one forming on Dick’s as well. That was the thing with Wally: he could never fail to make Dick smile. No matter what mood Dick was in, or where they were, Wally always thought of something.

Wally’s fingers worked at the keys in front of him impossibly fast, so there was no way of knowing what exactly he was doing. After a few more clicks, though, he was finished. He reached for a remote next to him and pressed a few more buttons. It was the remote to the speakers around them.

Wally rolled his shoulders back and looked to the computer screen proudly, then turning to Dick. “I’m sorry, but I was almost put to sleep just by looking at your coding book. Your day off needs a bit of… reamping.”

Dick cocked an eyebrow, but before he could form any words the music began to blast through the speakers. He could feel the thumping of the beats underneath him, and he was glad that they were alone in the cave, because this could probably be heard in any and every room.

Dick threw a hand over his mouth. “Build Me Up Buttercup” blasted around the boys, and there was Wally, standing across from Dick, snapping his fingers and dancing to the silly song. And, as if the scene wasn’t already unreal, Wally soon began to scream the lyrics at Dick, pointing and singing at him. Dick fell back onto the sofa, laughing out loud. He was holding his own stomach, and there were tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t handle it. It was crazy. Like, Wally wasn’t just singing the lyrics, but he was actually screaming them. Like he was performing at a heavy metal concert, rather than singing The Foundations on a Thursday afternoon to his best friend. And the dancing. The pointing, dropping to his knees, the dramatic arm and head gestures. Dick was practically on the floor.

In a moment, though, before he could actually fall to the floor, Wally was in front of him, taking his hands into his own. He pulled Dick to his feet and into his arms, and if it wasn’t for middle school P.E. class, Dick wouldn’t have the suave to pull this off. But he had a bit of suave, and in a moment he and Wally were slow dancing to the stupid song, hand in hand, face to face (face to forehead, I should say. Wally still had a few inches on Dick). Wally’s arm fell around Dick’s waist, and with all of the laughing he was doing Dick leaned heavily upon Wally, his forehead pressed against Wally’s chest. Wally was still screaming the lyrics, making Dick laugh harder than he thought possible. Harder than he had in a long, long time.

Baby, baby, try to find, Wally sang.

A little time and I’ll make you mine.

I’ll be home, I’ll be beside the phone

Waiting for youuuuu (Ooooooo, oooooo).

And they belted everything after that, until the song was over. The two boys danced together, giggling and singing and twirling each other around the room like a couple of idiots. And after the song faded and came to an end, the two remained there, holding each other in the middle of the room. Their hysteria calmed down, and all that remained was small smiles and small blushes.

After minutes of humming in the silence, Wally spoke up. Dick was surprised his voice wasn’t raspy from the scream-singing.

“How does that coding book sound now?” Wally said.

Dick sighed, tucking his head into his friend’s shoulder. He could hear his heartbeat.

“Let’s just forget about that,” Dick said, his voice almost a whisper, earning another laugh from his friend.

Wally smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Dick, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Good day off?” he asked.

“Best day off,” Dick replied.

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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amelia + casey 4 the pairing thing !!

let’s play “would you ship this?” || @mcsvperhero

my two darling disaster trash babies angels !?! listen … absolutely.

#mcsvperhero #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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send me a fandom and i’ll tell you: Criminal Minds, Law and Order: SVU

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

i’m only answering for svu because i’ve actually never watched cm !! sorry.svu was also asked by @cabotiisms

the first character i ever fell in love with: amanda

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: okay but i actually liked dani for 0.3 seconds lol

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: uhh… look they’re really popular still so i plead the fifth lmao

my ultimate favorite character™: casey !!!

prettiest character: how do you even pick ? but … alex tbh.

my most hated character: just never make me look at cassidy again ugh

my otp: casey / alex … shocking, i know

my notp: benson / cassidy

favorite episode: night, because i’m a sucker for pain, but also ghost, because i’m a sucker for calex

saddest death: i know she didn’t really die, but alex

favorite season: 6 or 7

least favorite season: 10 or 11

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: uh… there are popular characters i’m not really into but none i actively hate or even dislike that much

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: okay declan but mostly because of rping as him

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: under ‘deserves better’ in the dictionary, you’ll find a picture of casey novak

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: i don’t have one ??

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: any f/f pairing that isn’t calex ; bensler ( except when @40l5 & @63l3 write them ... then i’m hella invested ) ; barisi ; nick / amanda

#thingsmissed #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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Alex and Casey

send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

who is more likely to hurt the other? to be honest, their track record isn’t great for this. both hurt each other more than they ever mean.who is emotionally stronger? neither is exactly weak emotionally, but alex is a lot better at controlling her emotions, at least on the outside. she’s still got a lot of residual pain and anxiety as a result of the events leading up to being put in witsec, but she deals with them a lot better. casey is much more explosive or she shuts down completely.who is physically stronger? casey. alex isn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination, but casey is more physically powerful.who is more likely to break a bone? probably casey, trying to score a run in softball.who knows best what to say to upset the other? they both know the other’s triggers, but casey is more likely to use them ( and then regret it ).who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? it depends on the argument, but it’s probably alex. casey will apologize immediately after, but she can be stubborn leading up to it.who treats who’s wounds more often? they both play nurse for each other, but casey is the one who needs it more oftenwho is in constant need of comfort? in a sense, they both do. casey is more likely to be vocal about it, but neither can sleep without the other wrapped around them.who gets more jealous? both in their own ways. alex gets quiet and distant, while casey gets territorial. but both are like :) who’s that :) whenever someone so much as looks too closely at the other.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? both have a tendency to walk out when they get too upset. honestly, it’s for the best. they have playful banter fights all the time, but when they’re emotionally invested in their arguments, things get pretty heated, and one of them needs to leave so they can both cool off a bit.who will propose? casey. she frets about it for weeks and gets both elliot and liv involved to help make things perfect so she can go all out and then probably ends up proposing spur of the moment anyway because she’s just so in love with alex that she can’t wait.who has the most difficult parents? neither, really. alex’s parents could be hardasses, especially her dad, but he died when she was in college and she was always very close with her mother. casey’s parents were very strict, as well, but they’ve never been anything but loving, just wanting her to be her best and be happy.who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? both. casey usually goes for it first, but if she doesn’t, alex will.who comes up for the other all the time? i still don’t know what this means but alex always comes up in casey’s conversations. even if it’s just casual, once people know they’re a thing ( or elliot and liv realize what a giant crush casey has on her ), so she can talk about her more openly –– at least in certain company –– she’ll just casually drop her into every conversation.who hogs the blankets? casey, but she makes up for it by always being wrapped up in alex’s arms instead.who gets more sad? casey is more likely to get sad for no reason. alex is more likely to get anxious for no reason.who is better at cheering the other up? they’re both pretty good for each other. alex can get in her head a lot more, though, so casey has really honed her skills at distraction and finding little ways to make the ice queen melt.who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? alex, probably, since casey makes all the dad jokes.who is more streetwise? both, but alex has led a very privileged life, so when it comes to street smarts, casey does have a bit of a leg up on her from personal experiences.who is more wise? both. but alex is more likely to display that wisdom, while casey is very impulsive and doesn’t always think through what she says / does.who’s the shyest? alex, she’s very strongly introverted and private, so when it comes to her personal life, she can be quite shy until she gets to know someone. she rarely shows it externally, though.who boasts about the other more? casey “look at my super hot girlfriend” novak over here. in all honesty, though, they’re both really proud of each other.who sits on who’s lap? they don’t often sit in each other’s laps unless there’s straddling involved but casey is usually laying across alex or acting as little spoon.

#Anonymous #will i ever do replies?#or will i just keep posting headcanons?#stay tuned to find out.#✤. ❛cut and paste from dreams unfurled ... i swear i'm still your girl ⇢ dynamic : casey x alex #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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daily reminder that you're pretty awesome

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

#thanks sweets.#you are too.#goodfeelingsbadideas #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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💚💙💔💜💟❤ (can't be blamed, casey is amazing, and you write her wonderfully)

shipping call - send me one if you want to plot one or more of these || @agcntvasqucz

💚 - friendship💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond )💔 - past relationship💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits❤ - romantic relationship

oh my gosh, thank you !! and yess i’m down for anything. we should def discuss / start things !

#agcntvasqucz #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )#i won't lie.#my fav are past heartbreaks that end up being future loves.

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justiiceserved · 7 years ago

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susan + casey for the pair meme, maybe?

let’s play “would you ship this?” || @agcntvasqucz

i don’t know much about susan tbh but she’s hot and i’d totally be open to exploring the possibility !

#agcntvasqucz #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )

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you already know

send me a ship && i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet : casey. she also sticks her cold hands all over alex.

who texts / rings to check how their day is going : both. whoever is less busy throughout the day will usually check in more often, but the other responds as quickly as possible.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts : casey can be very creative, but alex likes to pick up little things that remind her of casey & leave them on her desk. sometimes these are practical, sometimes they’re weird & confusing & make casey laugh. sometimes they send each other crap just to be annoying, like alex filling casey’s office with flowers or casey ordering her a bunch of pizzas with pineapple just to prove a point.

who gets up first in the morning : alex. casey needs to be dragged out of bed with a lot of effort & caffeine. alex has generally already showered & made them coffee by time she kisses casey awake.

who suggests new things in bed : both, occasionally. more often than not, it’s casey. they can get kind of kinky, but sometimes they also just end up laughing hysterically in embarrassment.

who cries at movies : neither, really. it’s really rare that either of them cries. alex tends to just get annoyed by a lot of the miscommunications that lead to tragedy, while casey thinks dramatic romance movies are lame.

who gives unprompted massages : alex. she got bored in witsec & learned how.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick : both, but alex goes full-nurse when taking care of casey.

who gets jealous easiest : both. they express it in very different ways, though. alex gets cold & shuts down, but casey gets very territorial. she hangs off her arm & glares at anyone who gets too close, especially with alex’s exes.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music : casey’s music can be embarrassing, but at least no one’s ever walked in on her full-on rapping. alex, on the other hand …

who collects something unusual : well alex has a framed bill behind her desk, so casey will insist that it’s her.

who takes the longest to get ready : alex. casey is very low-maintenance.

who is the most tidy and organised : alex, by far. casey’s method of organization exist, but is much more chaotic ; it’s only really understood by her.

who gets most excited about the holidays : both. especially halloween.

who is the big spoon/little spoon : casey is the little spoon / alex is the big spoon, unless alex has nightmares or needs comforting.

who gets most competitive when playing games && / or sports : casey is extremely competitive. trish likes to win, but casey goes all in.

who starts the most arguments : they both argue over a lot, just out of habit, but casey is more fighty. she’ll start shit just for amusement.

who suggests that they buy a pet : alex might suggest a cat. casey might suggest it, too, but her want is more a whim than a genuine desire to adopt a pet.

what couple traditions they have : a lot of small things. if they have free time during the day, they will often take the train one stop up to a diner, where they always order the exact same meal. it was the location of their first “date” outside the office. if casey wins a game, they always get mister softee ice cream. every second friday, casey orders them pizza ; begrudgingly getting alex her fancy white sauce with garlic & basic while she gets herself regular hawaiian or meat lovers. they also have bigger traditions, like going all out for halloween, complete with crazy decorations & really detailed couples’ costumes.

what tv shows they watch together : often they’ll watch something alex likes, like grace & frankie. casey somehow also gets into the bachelor, even though all she does is whine about it.

what other couple they hang out with : elliot / olivia, usually.

how they spend time together as a couple : often, they just hang out at alex’s apartment or in one of their offices, eating chinese or bar food while they work on arguments.

who made the first move : casey. both times.

who brings flowers home : casey buys alex flowers more often.

who is the best cook : casey. which doesn’t say much.

#cabotiisms #✤. ❛a couple hundred idiots want to spend their afternoon having a pillow fight ... let 'em ⇢ answered ( ooc )#✤. ❛cut and paste from dreams unfurled ... i swear i'm still your girl ⇢ dynamic : casey x alex

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