#i love dj school n love lab as much as the next person (probably a lot more for dj school-) but like

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i have very complicated feelings when it comes to ds' games in megamix because it's like. they definitely did their best porting them to button controls. but they just don't feel the same without tapping n flicking. especially when it, for example, makes cosmic rhythm rally really easy n boring when compared to rhythm rally 2. part of what makes ds' games so fun in my opinion is the flicking controls. most of them are fine without them, but they're still more fun in ds. i'd still rather play lockstep n frog hop 2 n fan club 2 n all those games in ds than in megamix even though they're ported fine and well. they did the best they could with what they were given but it just doesn't feel the same n isn't anywhere near being on the same level.

[writingsfromhome]

Lookalike

Request: Can you do another cone song? Maybe lookalike or maniac? [Can you do it like harry dates a lookalike of you?]

A/N: I know this is way later than I said, I honestly wrote four version of this and deleted them before settling on this one and it’s still not the best. I’m just posting it so I can move on to my other ideas. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Soz it ends kinda on a cliffhanger, I didn’t want to make it super long. It already feels really long.

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It was a humid summer evening, not the kind of evening you wanted to step out in. But here I was, in line with my best friend Jules who’d somehow gotten word of this pop-up club that was recently getting more popular with social media. The location would be dropped in code somewhere online for a limited time and then the rest was just word of mouth. Jules worked as a makeup artist so she usually knew what the “in crowd” was doing. This time, she knew where the club was going to be.

Myself, I was just a recent masters-graduate with low job prospects and big time loans. Always tired, single, and at the moment, very, very sweaty. The humidity was really damaging the effort I’d put in for this night out.

“Do you think we’ll spot Ed Sheeran?” Jules asks, her one true desire. “Then I can finally tell him how much he means to me.”

“Don’t know if this is Ed’s scene,” I tease her. “He seems more like a laid-back pub sort of guy.”

“You’re so right,” she still peers around us. “You hoping to see any celebs here? This one’s the biggest so far I’ve heard.”

His face pops into my head but I slam my guard down. “I’ll be lucky just to find a cute guy.”

“Two of you?” The bouncer asks Jules as we make our way to the front-she looked twelve, and we finally head inside. We’d stepped into a storybook.

Vines and tiny lights covered the ceiling and floors, rays of green and pink lights flash around us and the ground was littered with flower petals.

“Oh my god the seats are trees,” Jules whispers in my ear. This was insane.

“They probably have themed drinks,” I grab Jules’ hand and pull her to where I see the bar. We loved a good themed drink.

“This is amazing,” Jules shouts. “I think I just saw Adele!”

On a second look, we decide it was Adele’s doppleganger but we’re soon preoccupied by drinks. I order a Cosmic Boom and take another look around the open space. It was getting pretty full, people dancing but a lot of people hanging about talking.

Jules and I take our drinks to the dancefloor and enjoy ourselves. This was new all over-enjoying myself. I’d spent the last five months working hard at school, job searching, and then a bit of travel. But I was so busy convincing myself that if I worked hard enough I’d forget about the awful year I’d had. Would forget about Harry and the way he left me.

Nobody would believe it, but Harry Styles was my boyfriend for a solid year. We’d met when I was visiting Jules on set of some talk show. He’d been there, after his interview, and mistakened me for backstage crew. He asked me to show him where his room was. He’d been so embarassed when I told him I didn’t work there, but I volunteered to help him find it anyway. I was just killing time ‘til Jules was done.

We had gotten lost and ended up in this storage space where it was clear stage props were stored. We’d found half a car-cut clear through the middle and ended up sitting inside and talking. It was weird, just an hour before that, Harry Styles was this iconic and unattainable person who lived in the fantasy part of my brain. Sitting in the semi-dark with him, in a half-car, and being only a foot away, he was just another person. A regular bloke who was gorgeous, talking to me about his recent mother’s day disaster while I laughed and told him about something similar that had happened when I was a child.

It was quite silly to think we were going to leave that room the same way we walked into it.

He’d leaned in once quiet had settled down around us, both of us just watching the other, afraid that speaking would ruin the moment. His finger had ghosted my face, hesitating, asking me without really asking me. I’d leaned in the rest of the way to tell him it was okay. That’s when I knew I was a goner.

He was gentle with me, but also entirely self assured, leading the way. I couldn’t keep track of his lips or his hands but every part of my body was alive and I lived entirely in the moment for him.

He’d called me later that night asking if I wanted to have dinner at his place. We knew we had something good going. So we kept at it.

Until five months ago.

“Y/N?” Jules says in my ear. I snap out of my memories and look to where she’s pointing. And then back to her ecstatic face. There, sitting near the DJ was actually Ed Sheeran.

“Jules,” I say, lost for words. We had to do this now. We had to approach him, now or never.

“I can’t,” she says close to me. “I’m going to vom right now.”

“Come on!” I grab her and try to move her stiff body one step at a time until we’re only a couple feet away. That’s when the group he’s talking to shifts and I see Harry. Harry with a girl on his arm. My Harry.

“What’s wrong?” Jules halts as my own body goes rigid. “Don’t tell me you’ve got nerves now...oh hey isn’t that Harry?”

“Yeah...” my mouth was dry and I couldn’t believe it. He was here, I really didn’t think I’d see him ever again.

“I need to talk to you,” Harry says as I pour my morning coffee. It was the first week of my final semester so I was actually in a good mood, optimistic before all the deadlines hit. I never saw it coming.

“What’s up?” i was so innocent, drinking my coffee with no idea what else was brewing.

He takes the coffee cup from my hands and puts it down, gathering my hands in his. I notice his hands are slightly clammy, that was the first red flag.

“What’s wrong?” I ask again, the anxiety spiking up.

“No-nothing. I was just thinking about how I have to on tour for the next year. You’ve still got school to finish and a great big career ahead of you. I feel like I’m just going to hold you back and I-“

“That’s silly,” I interrupt. “You’d never...”

“I might. I’ll have tour and you’ll have school-“

“Hold on. Are you just trying to say...is it you who’ll hold me back or me who’s going to hold you back?” I asked, confused. How would Harry ever hold me back? I offered to go on legs of his tour with him when I could. I could do my work on the road. Nobody was going to hold anybody back

Harry opens his mouth to explain but I don’t let him get a word in. How dare he try to twist the situation. He should just say what he felt!

“Is that really it? I’m just a regular girl-next-door who’s run out of her luck with the famous superstar? She could never understand your fame, you could never want her in the public’s eye? Is that it? You’re too good for me? You can’t even think about going public with our rel-“

“Trust me you don’t want tha-“

“Don’t tell me what I want!” The coffee had curdled in my stomach and I felt like dry-heaving but I hold it together. I was so in love with this man, to think about living without him was painful beyond comprehension. But all he saw me as was deadweight. The realisation is crushing. “Just leave Harry. Just bloody leave then, I don’t want to see you! After all we had together I’m just deadweight to you? I’m going to hold you back? And yoy can’t eve be a man and say what you really want!”

He’d ruffled his hair, given some explanation, tried to tell me he loved me but I was somewhere else. My life felt like it was falling apart, and I had a lab to teach in a few hours. He was so bloody selfish. I decided I hated him.

“-show him who cares. Go right up and pretend you don’t even know who he is...” I wasn’t sure how long Jules was talking but she was right. I didn’t care about him. This was my night out.

Jules walks ahead and uses her charm to wriggle her way into the small conversation, inserting me right beside her. She knew the business, taking her time to talk to Ed Sheeran so as not to overwhelm him. In the meantime, my eyes catch Harry’s, and it’s like a movie line. Time slows down, I hear the breath I take and see the surprise register on his face. But I let my eyes skim past his, he meant nothing to me. Instead, they land on his girlfriend and that’s where I fight to hide the surprise.

There’s these photos I see online sometimes, you take a picture and draw it in your own style. His new girlfriend was kind of like that. She looked just like me, except slightly off. More like how I looked last year. Since then, I’d grown out my hair and let its natural colour grow in. But I nudge Jules and use my hair as a curtain, trying to tell her to look. She speaks my language so she sees right away and her eyes widen. She mouths oh my god.

I watch from the corner of my eye while pretending to be engaged by Jules introducing what she does to Ed Sheeran. Harry says something to his girl and she laughs. Jesus, even her smile was reminiscent of mine. I try not to stare, using my drink as a distraction but some small part of me-most of me is upset-but a small part of me feels like I’d won. Harry had told me I wasn’t good enough for him, and then gone out to find someone who looked just like me. That gives me the confidence I need to finally look him in the eye. It’s like he was tracking my moves because he looks at me too. He smiles and I just raise my eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he says in that deep silky voice of his. It carries across despite the noise. My heart squeezes.

“Harry,” I say. I let my eyes slide to his girlfriend and she raises a hand.

“Hi, I’m Katy.”

“Hi,” I smile, she’d done nothing wrong except look like me I guess. She looks up at Harry, waiting for him to introduce us. Ugh.

“And this is Y/N, she’s my best friend but she always says she never understands my absolute obsession with your music.” Jules from the right of me catches my attention. She was introducing me to Ed Sheeran-and exposing me.

“Okay. Ouch.” I give her a look which makes her laugh and shake Ed’s hand. Oh my god. “I’m definitely a fan, just not as big as Jules.”

“She’s more of an indie rock girl,” Harry’s deep voice comes from behind me and I’m surprised to find him standing right behind me.

Jules raises her eyebrow at him, glances at me while Harry and Ed talk before interjecting and resuming her conversation.

“I’d say I’m more of a pop girl.” I turn to Harry. I look for his girlfriend but she’d disappeared.

“But that’s not your guilty pleasure,” Harry says and I avoid the tingle in my stomach as he says it. “And Kat’s gone off with her friend, they saw Adele they want to get a picture.” I don’t bother to say it wasn’t Adele. “How’s it going with you?”

He has to lean in close to be heard and I find myself drawing closer to his orbit. I had to be careful here. I remind myself that I hated him.

“Same old,” I say. “I’ve graduated, now looking for full time work. Travelled a bit too.”

“You finally see those tourist traps you wanted to?”

I forgot how intimately Harry knew me, I wanted to forget how much history we shared. But it’s so painfully obvious now that that would be impossible. Even holding onto my hate was proving slippery.

“The Great Pyramids were better than the Eiffel Tower,” I reference an old conversation we’d had. “So I was right.”

This makes Harry laugh and the club narrows down to just us as he steps to the side with me to a quieter area.

We stand in silence for a moment, just watching each other, memorizing the details about each that time had blurred. Like the laugh lines around his eyes, or the depth to his eyes. It feels like he’s cheating with me, with how fiery and focused his gaze is on me. The unspoken words in his eyes.

“Harry I-“ I raise my hand to tell him I should go, I didn’t want anything to happen we would regret. But he takes my hand and puts it to his warm chest. The words leave my mouth as I look at him again. Really look at him. From afar he looked like he was doing better than he ever was but up close I notice the tired bags and the lost look in his eyes. It was the same one I saw in my own after we’d broken up.

This was ridiculous, I tell myself. He left me, I shouldn’t feel bad for him. I’d won. But I want to ask him about Katy, when he looked in her eyes, did he think of mine? And when he looked at her smile, did I cross his mind? I already knew that he saw me instead ‘cause she looks a lot like I did back then. I wanted to ask him and tell him not to lie.

“How are you doing?” I finally break and ask even though I want to ask, is she just a lookalike?

He looks away, his hand letting go of mine. His fake smile is back on his face as he performs for me once again. “Not too bad. I’ve got a break from tour right now so just layin’ low.”

I look around and point to the club around us. “Laying low?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at being caught. “My girlf-Katy-she really wanted to come out to one of these with her girlfriends. She convinced me to come along.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I just smile. My phone buzzed and I see a text from Jules. I look for her in the crowd and she’s staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I give her the everything is okay smile and she looks relieved.

“Jules is overprotective as usual,” Harry notices. What did he expect, I think, when he’s the selfish arse who broke my heart. The small flame of anger reignites as I watch Jules smile at me with caring eyes.

“She just wanted me to hook up with a cute guy tonight,” I say to Harry. “Spending it with my ex kind of kills the vibe.”

There, I’d addressed the elephant in the room. And just as I suspected, Harry gets uncomfortable.

“So I take it you’ve not got a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” I cross my arms. “Was busy travelling...” and feeling depressed at home I don’t add.

“Right,” Harry straightens up. “Well don’t let me keep you Y/N. Sorry to...”

I look up at him, his pause. His apology seems to be about something bigger than keeping me from the rest of the club. But I don’t mention it. I don’t push it. Yes, I wanted to stay here in this corner of the club with him but I don’t want to make it a big deal. I give him a squeeze on the arm to tell him it was alright. He paints a smile on and I walk away even though I want to just stay.

I walk to Jules, tell her I’d get another drink for us. At the bar, waiting for our drinks, I notice Harry with Katy again, they’re dancing with her friends, she laughs, he pulls her closer.

That was us not long ago, before that morning chat. God. I really did hope, in his head, he saw me instead. Cause...he’d been in mine every day since then. I admit it, some nights, no almost every night...I still though about him. I tried to hide it, I did an amazing job at hiding it, but I couldn’t erase him from my mind. The thought almost makes me laugh as I get my drinks...maybe I just needed to find a lookalike.

[slothgiirl]

Y/N and Harry are best friends

“Hey you,” you call out, arms outstretched towards your best friend, Harry, “long time no see!” It was ironic, you'd graduated uni and moved to london just as Harry went on his world tour.

He smiles widely, enveloping you in his arms, smelling of musk and dark florals and something warm that you couldn't name but always associated it with Harry. “Miss me much babe,” his eyes sparkling as he teased you easily, all these months meant nothing now that you were together again.

“You have no clue,” You answered honestly, “I had no one to bother late at night or eat my terrible bread creations.”

“It's a recipe,” he says with a shake of his head, swinging you both slightly, “I don't know how you can mess it up!”

“Whatever mr I can't park,” you snap back.

“At least I can drive.”

You both burst out laughing and he lets you go briefly before taking your arm in his, and leading you into the restaurant, both of you pretending not to notice the far off paps in the corner of the street. It came with the territory and the mad obsession the media has with your friend.

It was monday afternoon and you'd been looking to this for days when he told you he was flying back from japan, which sounded like a dream. You'd never been further than Scotland.

“Cebu is always so freaking good,” you tell him, taking a sip from your vodka cranberry, “but tell me more about japan! It looks so cool! I'd love to visit the Aniu or sleep in one of those cube hotels.”

Harry laughs, drinking from his own beer, “It was cool. I mean I sent you all those pics didn't I! It was good to get some downtime after the past year.”

“At least you make friends easily,” you say, scrunching your nose, “my first term at uni was so lonely, I don't know what I'd have done if I'd never met Julia.”

“You just have to talk to people I mean you wouldn't love you! I spilled coffee on you and you didn't completely hate me. That's best friend material.”

“Think that says more about you than it says about me,” you laugh. “Still Japan is much cooler that spending the workweek in a lab.” It had been cool at first, but the novelty of being out of school and getting paid and not having exams had worn off by now.

“You get to do crazy wacky science,” he teases, “how long until you’re an x man!”

“I'd rather be spider-man,” you tell him without missing a beat, “when the rami movies came out I spent a good few months looking for spiders in the garden to bite me.” It had been so dumb in retrospect but you'd always hoped one day you'd wake up with superpowers.

Harry roars with laughter, “how'd you get into Oxford again?”

“Don't be an ass,” you reply, “we can't all being amazingly talented singers.”

“You forgot the wildly attractive part,” he says with a smirk, leaning close to you.

Unable to help yourself, you snort, “there goes your giant head again!”

“Hey,” he protests, looking the very picture of offended. If you didn't know him any better, you'd think you'd gone too far. But there's a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips and you just laugh.

“My most sincerest apologies,” you respond a girl to match his on your own face. Harry has a way of just making you so freaking happy no matter what else is going on. There's never been a time in your friendship when talking to him hadn't made you feel better.  “maybe bangs?”

He brings a hand up to his chest, mock offense written into his expressive features before his face lights up with glee. You know you're in for it now. “Oh where oh where has my baby gone,” he sings just loud enough to for you alone to hear.

“Stop,” you protest, flushing red and laughing, tears welling up in your eyes. You teared up easily when laughing. “Please the puppies are begging you to stop!”

Harry laughs, his gaze completely focused on you, “did you finish the art project you were working on then?”  

Despite him being the only person you trusted with your super secret art projects, you still felt yourself blush, hand coming up to brush stray hairs back behind your ear, “the initial photography, but I’m still working through the editing. The ones I've finished are coming out almost the way I pictured them.”

“Almost?”

“Well things are never exactly how you imagine them are they,” you note, “or maybe I'm just overthinking things and have been working on them for too long.”

“You probably just need a pair of fresh eyes,” Harry says as they bring out your food. Their eggs in tomatoes looked deceptively simple and yet yours were never as good.

“Smooth,” you utter, grinning at him. “Do you hit up everyone's DMs like that?”

Harry shakes his head, “no but really baby, can I see what you have so far?” His lips are drawn earnestly.

You nod, “sure, we can make a movie night out of it too. I've been dying to try out this no bake chocolate cream pie.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie?”

“Deal.”

*

You slump on the cheap ikea couch you and your roommates had pooled cash together to buy once you get home, bag full of snacks.  

“Tired,” Julia asks from the kitchen, shamelessly eating straight out of the pan.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “Arjun called in sick and since I'm the newest hires I got the short end of the stick and pulled a double shift.”

“Isn't work amazing,” Julia replies, bring the pan and an extra fork for you, settling down next to you. “My boss called me this morning at 6am and had me call a bunch of places in India to find some extra fabric for a client. I wasn't due til 9!”

“What an outrage,” I deadpan.

“Maybe we can still be witches in the midlands,” she offers, “or raise cows in the highlands.”

“God that's such a mood,” you sigh, taking the fork and eating her cheesy pasta dish. “I thought working in a lab would be nice and easy compared to school and it is but dealing with my boss and the hectic hours has left me with no social life.”

“Right! I've missed so many parties and good djs because I'm on call talking to far off places sourcing textiles! I just hope I get promoted so I can go on trip to source and not just spend all hours of the day being an errand girl.”

You nod, mouthful of pasta, “I heard hospital labs are pretty good but I've been told I need more experience.”

She laughs bitterly before gazing at your loot of snacks, “Harry coming over?”

“Yeah,” you reply, “we’re watching a movie and pigging out after a long ass week.” You has been looking forward to it all day despite how drained you were; to the bone, to the point coffee wasn't much help.

Opening snapchat you see harry's sent you a couple photos.

Him in a ruffled white shirt, loosely buttoned, caption reading in the mood for a period romance? ;))

The next was of him in a tastefully ripped shirt that probably cost more than your rent, and a worn flannel, or a rom com?

The there was Harry wearing an old dark knight shirt you'd gotten him for his birthday at a charity shop, or will we go full superhero landing!?!

Rolling your eyes and smiling your reply with a blurry selfy, the most dramatic frog to ever prince.

“God I can't wait til we're all sixty and you've both been married and divorced and finally get together,” she says teasingly, “or worse it's like you're both gotten together and your s.o’s are the third and fourth wheel!”

“Shut up,” you tell her, “we're literally the same. You spent most of fresher in my dorm once we met. You made me help shave your back.”

“That's friendship bitch,” Julia says with a laugh, “just keep in mind Imma be like dead to the world.”

“Wow,” you state, “you've come such a long way from being a complete party animal.”

“Right,” she mutters, “I miss drinking and showing up hungover to class.”

“It's all downhill from here,” you tease.

She swats your fork away from the pot, “what a depressing thought.”

*

Harry texts you to let you know he's here and you buzz him up, hugging him before saying, “i might have to steal this sweater from you.” It ridiculously soft the way only old sweaters are.

He laughs, “I brought a bottle of rose.”

“ooh let me try this knife trick i've been practicing,” you tell him as he kicks off his boots and settles in.

“Don't want to die today but thanks.”

“Harold,” you respond mock affronted. “So what movie have you chosen for us today art hoe?”

“You're the one who can quote the cool girl monologue by heart,” he retorts, grabbing the wine opener and starting on the cork. Unlike you, he managed it without cursing for half an hour and deciding boxed wine wasn't a bad idea.

“The movie harry,” you say, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows for the couch along with your art journal.

“Searching,” he answers, “Sarah said it was really good and slept on.”

“And even if it's not there's always chips and hummus.”

“Very true,” Harry responds, pouring wine into mugs like a maniac and settling down next to you on the couch, his own worn journal in hand. “But it's Sarah and Mitch they have great taste in pretty much everything.”

“High praise coming from you,” you note palming through your journal, over the drawing and words you'd written down over the last few months.

He grins, looking perfectly at home in your modest flat. Harry has never been weird about being famous and rich and- it made it that much easier to be friends with him. To forget about all that and just be friends with Harry, not Harry styles. “It is ain't it,” he utters lips curled into a sinners smile, the kind he gave girls and boys when you went out to clubs.

“There goes your big head again,” you retort, putting your journal down and curling up with a handful of popcorn.

“Oi!” Harry furrows his brow staring you down for a second before launching himself at you, pinning you down and tickling your sides, “take it back!”

“Never,” you yelp, giggling madly, Your arms against his chest as you push him off easily. It's so easy to be comfortable with him, he's just such a hugger and you can't say you don't like it, the warmth and security you feel.

He laughs, “so long as you let me see your journal baby,” is his only response, chest still shaking from laughter.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” you respond jokingly. The sense of humor middle schoolers had still there in your head.

“Deal,” he replies, shifting so his head is resting in your lap, passing you his own journal before grabbing yours off the coffee table. You'd never felt as grown up as you did when buying a coffee table, even more so than buying pans and dishes instead of eating everything out of a mug.

Mindlessly, your fingers run through his hair, soft and silky and starting to curl up behind his ears. You wonder if he'll let it grow out again. You prefer him like this but it was fun to braid his strands of hair.

His journal is more full of words than drawings, in his sloppy scrawl, like in old letters. Leather bound parchment, it's tons nicer than your own moleskine you'd gotten on sale, with the true victorian era feel you'd been obsessed with in your younger years.

There's a dreamy quality to the writing, fragmented thoughts that he trusts you with.

The tv plays quietly in the background, you’re too immersed to say anything, to break the comfortable silence with any words, occasionally reaching for a chip, smothering it in hummus.

In the beginning, when Harry had first crashed at your small cramped flat at uni, he'd drunkenly looked through your journal, well one of your journals, covered in all your loose thoughts and many many drawings and sketches, ideas for pieces that you'd spend what little free time you had doing.

You'd gotten annoyed and a little mad, because your journal was private and personal and who did you think you were? Frida Kahlo? It wasn't like he'd meant to, drunk and a little high. It wasn't one of your best moments but he'd bought you a cuppa tea the next morning before you'd woken up and let you flip through his own journal, just to make it up to you.

That's how he'd become the person you trusted to show your art to.

“Don't laugh at my sad attempts at poetry,” he mutters, his gaze meeting yours somewhat self consciously. His cheeks are flushed red but you can't tell if it's from laughing or because he's actually embarrassed.

“Trying to be just like Bukowski,” you tease. You'd never actually read anything by him, you just read about him being kind of an asshole in real life.

He rolls his eyes at you, “ever since you sent me that song I can't think about him the same!”

“I just thought you'd want to know. That song is such a depression mood though.”

Harry grows serious, looking up at you. Your hand stills in his hair. “Are you alright?”

You nod, “yeah I'm fine I was just joking.” It's true. You haven't felt depressed in months, haven't been bad in longer. Progress.

“You'd tell me if-”

“Oh course,” you cut him off with a smile, closing his journal. “Want to see how my latest and greatest projects progressing?”

He smiles softly, “why else do you think I'm here for?”

You smack him lightly with his own journal, getting up and getting your laptop. This latest idea of yours has come at the cost of having to learn to use digital editing. Thank god for youtube.

Harry sits up and watches as your scroll through some of the more finished pictures of both women and men you'd reached out to, dragging Julia with you to feel braver about approaching strangers. Something you wouldn't have done a year ago.  

Their pictures have been edited to exaggerate their insecurity, ranging from overly larger noses to small eyes and thin lips. It had been an idea since you'd read about Jacqueline de Ribes who someone had said how sad it was if you didn't have a great big nose like she had.

“Especially in this era of face tuning and filters and contouring where everyone is trying to hide what they feel insecure about,” you tell him, watching the shift of his lips, his pensive gaze, trying to gage his reaction. No one but you has seen these. Although when you’re done they'll also be sent to your models, who'd been nice enough to open up about their insecurities to you. Maybe it was easier to talk to strangers you'd never see again about these things. Wasn't that the whole idea behind therapy?

“At first I only edited it slightly but I didn't think the idea came across as strongly and in your face. I mean maybe by airing out and owning our insecurities we can overcome them? Or maybe just stop idealizing one specific type of feature?” These were the questions that you thought would be answered by doing this, but there didn't seem to be any easy answers.

“I like them,” he tells you, “It's like things you wouldn't have noticed I mean most people are alright looking and then you actually get to know them and it all warps how you see people. Like gee doesn't Tom look like such an bloody asshole.”

You snort, shaking your head, “you had me in the first half I'm not going to lie.”

After that you both mess about, putting on parks and recs for the hundredth time, skipping to the second season when Ben and Chris come in. It's still as funny as the first time you had watched it.

It's late and your both half asleep on the couch and smiling at the tv, legs bumping against Harry's much longer legs.

“I should probably go,” he mutters.

“No stay,” you tell him, “it's late and you can just crash with me.” You’d both slept in the same bed lots of times by now, the initial awkwardness long gone as you stopped to you underwear and an old t shirt that was long enough to pass for a dress.  

“Should I be worried about your alarm?”

“I can actually wake up even if my alarms just on vibrate,” you let him know, because god you wish you didn't have work tomorrow so you could wake up late and go get overly expensive breakfast at the dinner down the street who made the fluffiest american style pancakes. It was a treat you loved to get yourself.

Harry helps you drag some of the blankets into your room, tossing them onto the bed. You curl up next to the wall, nestling into the covers. From the corner of your eye you watch Harry pull his shirt off before kicking off his jeans, ripped at the knees.

He's fit and you can't help but mentally trace over the butterfly he has tattooed that you thought stupid at first but had grown on you.  Gracelessly he flops onto the bed, sliding under the covers.

“Your feet are always freezing,” he complains which just makes you kick him lightly. “Ow! Woman!”

“Shut up and sleep,” you tell him turning over on your side, curling into near fetal position.

“But what about going on my phone for an hour in bed?”

“Good night harold,” you say in lieu of an actual reply.

“I won't let the bed bugs bite you.”

“Your so dumb,” you whisper fondly, closing your eyes and easily falling asleep after a long day.

[moonlitcryptid]

Steve : High School Reunion

Pair: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2.6 K (wow it keeps growing)

Summary: (Y/N) leaves NYC and goes back home to check out their high school reunion. They’ve changed since their high school days and they want to show off. However, a certain love-struck super soldier followed them, which results in true feelings being put out into the open.

Warnings: I think cursing (but then again when is there not). Fluffff

A/N: I’m such trash I swear.

        ‘I’m late I’m late I’m late I’m late!’ (Y/N) repeated to themself as they shifted between walking and running down the busy New York sidewalk, trying to balance the four trays full of drinks while moving towards the Avengers tower. Being an assistant to the Avengers wasn’t an easy task, but someone had to do it. (Y/N) wasn’t even an assistant, really. They’re an Avenger, contracted by SHIELD after being on their radar for years.

        (Y/N) was an intelligent human being. Almost too intelligent. Before they could even develop pimples, (Y/N) could hack into the Pentagon’s computer system. They thought it was ‘a fun computer game’. When they turned 18, SHIELD immediately swooped in with an offer (Y/N) couldn’t refuse; if they joined the agency, they could play with the most advanced computers on Earth. A majority of the tech ahead of its time. Of course, by ‘play’, SHIELD meant take them apart and figure out how they work, but (Y/N) was hooked.

        Fast forward many years later, now (Y/N) works with the Avengers, upgrading their tech and staying grounded in the tower when they go on away missions to monitor them. It wasn’t the glamorous life that most of the team had; the fame, the money. However, it was a life that (Y/N) was happy to have. They had their own nicely spaced apartment (courtesy of Tony). The team and they were good friends, even family. Hell, they helped save the world. They could spare the ‘heartbreak’ of not being recognized on the street.

        (Y/N) burst into the main floor at 9:05 AM, almost spilling the drinks trying to put them on the countertop in the kitchen. Not even a minute after, Tony tumbles in looking like he just got out of bed. He looked up at (Y/N) and the drinks and groaned in delight.

        “(Y/N), I swear to every god out there, you are an angel.” He says as (Y/N) laughs and hands him his drink, still warm thank the gods.

        “Good morning to you, too, Sleeping Beauty. Rough night?” They grinned as Tony nodded, almost chugging his coffee. The rest of the Avengers soon came in, sweat running down their foreheads from their morning training, and made a beeline right for their coffees.

        “I swear, you’re too good for us!” Sam said, giving (Y/N) a side hug before grabbing his drink and leaving to who knows where. Everyone else grabbed their drinks, said their thanks, and went their separate ways. Well, except Bucky, Steve, and Tony; the last almost passed out at the bar.

        (Y/N) grabbed their own cup of (drink) and sat down with the super soldiers. “How’s it goin’, (Y/N)?”

        “Pretty good, Buck. What’s happening with you guys?” (Y/N) responds. Bucky raised his brow and looked at Steve, who returned his gaze with a pleading look; a look that went by completely unnoticed by (Y/N) as they were looking at their drink. Bucky just cleared his throat, gaining (Y/N)’s attention.

        “Nothing too big, but, um… We were wondering if you wanted to go out and hit the town with us tomorrow night, though. Go get some drinks, dance a little. We’ve been kinda couped up in here for the past month.” He said, motioning to the both of them. Steve nodded enthusiastically, which was noticed this time. (Y/N) just smiled at him, and Steve grew hopeful. Sadly it wasn’t the news they were looking for.

        “I would love to, boys, really. It’s just… I’m a bit busy tomorrow night. I’m heading out of town tomorrow for a couple days to take care of some things. In fact, I should get everything in order so I can finish getting ready at home. I’ll catch you guys later.” And with that, (Y/N) left the kitchen, leaving behind a defeated Bucky and sad Steve. Bucky turned to his friend and sighed.

        “Sorry, Stevie, I know you wanted to get your chance with them. We can just ask (Y/N) another day.” Bucky consoled him, patting his back. Steve just sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

        “Yeah, I guess…” Steve replied, looking through the kitchen exit hoping that (Y/N) would come back through. No such luck.

        Although (Y/N) kept trying to help around the lab, Tony and Bruce knew that they needed to get home if they wanted to leave tomorrow morning, so they dismissed (Y/N) early to get ready.

        It was 8 AM and (Y/N) was about to leave when their doorbell rang. Confused, they ran to get the door.

        “Hey, (Y/N)!” Steve said, a baseball cap and glasses adorning his head so he couldn’t be recognized in public. Of course, they could recognize him right away, and (Y/N) smiled before ushering him in. “I just wanted to stop by before you left. Looks like I caught you right on time”

        “Yeah. I was about to head to the airport. My flight is in a couple hours. Oh! By the way, I made sure to order the team’s usual drinks to be delivered to the tower at 9 today, I’m bringing my laptop just in case your gear needs my help, and-”

        Steve just laughed, which left (Y/N) confused. “(Y/N), you don’t need to take work with you everywhere you go. Trust me, the team and I can manage to tie our own shoes without you.” He joked.

        (Y/N) relaxed a little and laughed, realizing he was right. They were putting too much thought into it.

        “Look, it’s only going to be a couple of days, right? The team can live without you for that long.” ‘But I can barely live without you for a few hours.’ At least that’s what Steve wanted to say but stopped himself. He couldn’t let it slip. Letting his feelings for (Y/N) out could ruin the amazing friendship they had. He’d rather have them as a friend than not have them at all.

        (Y/N) took a deep breath and picked up their suitcase, but it was snatched out of their hand.

        “Allow me,” Steve said. (Y/N) gave a small smile and a nod, linking their arm with Steve’s as they walked down to the waiting cab.

-

        “Name?” The woman at the front table asked (Y/N). They almost didn’t answer as they were lost looking around their old stomping grounds. Ah, high school. It wasn’t the most memorable time for (Y/N), but it wasn’t the worst. Sure, there were some snide comments made about them here and there, but (Y/N) was mature enough at the time to know that high school was a small part in the grand scheme of things and those bullies even smaller. In fact, they probably targeted (Y/N) because they knew that they were more intelligent and mature than they were. They were right. “Um, name??”

        “Oh! Sorry, uh, it’s (F/N) (L/N).” The woman looked them up and down, a bit shocked, but still managed to find their name tag and told them they could go in.

        The gym was adorned with stars and twinkling lights hanging down the ceiling, along with a rather large disco ball hanging down the middle of the room. It wasn’t a bad job.

        The room wasn’t the only thing looking half bad. (Y/N) made sure to dress to compliment their figure. They wanted to show off that they had lost that weight and gained an eye for style. Now (Y/N) was a toned god and wanted everyone to see what they missed. And boy, did heads turn when they strolled in. Some people stared and whispered, especially after they saw (Y/N)’s name tag. Understandable considering a person they remember was a recluse with little care of anything outside of tech.

        “(Y/N)?” They heard a voice say. They turned around and there was an old face; almost forgotten. “Oh my god, how have you been!”

        Alison Oling. A social butterfly with a dark side. Unfortunately, (Y/N) was the one who saw that side up close, more than once. Next to her was the former quarterback; Chad, Chase, something like that. He never really talked to (Y/N) but never treated them badly either so he was ok in their book. (Y/N) cringed at seeing her obviously-botoxed face but still put on a small smile.

        “Hello, Alison. I’ve been fairly well…”

        “Oh, that’s so good to here! I mean, when we all graduated, I could’ve sworn you fell off the face of the Earth! Oh, you remember Chandler, right?”

        ‘Damn, I was close.’

        “Oh, I can’t believe we’ve been together since high school. I mean right after we graduated, he proposed and it was the most romantic thing, right babe?”

        “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s been a dream” Chandler said, clearly off guard, but he still put up a smile. Before SHIELD, (Y/N) wasn’t that great with anything without a computer chip, but now they could read people like a book. The ‘happy’ couple just stared at (Y/N).

        “So, you have a mundane job? Dating anyone?” Alison asked. Of course, by that, she meant ‘Have you really done anything with your life?’ (Y/N) almost rolled their eyes.

        “Actually, I -” (Y/N) quickly stopped when they saw the couple staring past their shoulder, mouths open. The DJ cut the music and everyone was whispering. ‘What the hell?’

        When (Y/N) turned around, it was their turn for their jaw to drop.

        Only a few feet into the room there stood their friend and fellow Avenger, Steve Rogers, in a rather nicely fitting suit with his hair slicked back. (Y/N) had to hold back biting their lip. He looked so fine. Steve looked around for a few more seconds before his eyes settled on (Y/N). He smiled and started walked over, bringing (Y/N) into a hug.

        “There you are! Sorry I’m late. There aren’t as many cabs to find here as in New York. Hello, Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.” Steve said, a single arm wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist as he shook hands with Chandler and Alison. They looked back from Steve to (Y/N), still processing what was going on. (Y/N) took in the whole situation and just blushed, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and trying not to chug it. “So, how long have you known my wife?”

        (Y/N) choked on the drink, now coughing to catch their breath. Steve rubbed their back and pulled something out of his pocket. A thin silver band with simple patterns etched into it. (Y/N) had to admit that was simple, yet beautiful. But more importantly, where the hell did he get it from? He put it on their ring finger and kissed their knuckles. (Y/N) didn’t know what to say. They just stood there, blushing profusely.

        Was this a dream? The most perfect man that (Y/N) has ever met just said and acted like they were a real couple. (Y/N) swore up and down in their mind that there is no way in Hell the man they loved was actually doing this. They stared into each other’s eyes until Alison interrupted.

        “W-Wife? O-Oh that’s nice. How did you meet?” She asked, still shocked. Before (Y/N) could deny anything, Steve spoke up.

        “Actually, (Y/N) and I have worked together for quite a long time now. Although, it was only a few years ago that I had the courage to tell (Y/N) my feelings. We were in Scotland, on a mission to - well… you don’t need to know that… Anyways, the mission was complete and everyone else went back to the jet. Only (Y/N) and I stayed and just stood in the middle of the highlands, the sun setting behind the horizon. I could see the glow on their face. How their eyes shone like no other. Just by having them there, I felt the whole world stop. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. All I could think ‘It’s now or never.’ I told (Y/N) right there on the spot. I love them. I had loved them since I first saw them and I will continue to do so until my dying breath. The rest is history.”

        (Y/N) couldn’t help but melt while they listened. Was this how Steve really felt? All those missions, late nights talking, and even some sleepovers. Was his heart beating out his chest then, too, like theirs? Or was this some made up story to show off to their former schoolmates while unintentionally shredding their heart.

        Alison got caught up in the story. “That’s, um… Wow… If you’ll excuse us…” She angrily looked at her husband, obviously upset that Steve’s story was much more romantic than their own, and dragged him off. Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and turned to (Y/N), who was still recovering. Both of them heard the DJ put on a slow song. He held out his hand.

        “Care to dance?” (Y/N) barely managed to grasp his hand before he pulled them flush against his body and start swaying. His eyes never left theirs. Both kept direct eye contact. (Y/N) didn’t know where the courage to speak came from, but they started once they made a mental connection.

        “What you said… We were actually in Scotland on a mission almost four years ago. I remember how you stood with me on the hill, looking at the sunset. I also remember how at one point you called my name and were trying to say something, but you gave up and just went back to the Quinjet. Steve… What you said… Is that what you wanted to happen?” He became embarrassed. He knew he had been caught. He nodded.

        “Yes. (Y/N), I’ve never known anyone like you… I can’t even put how I feel for you into normal words, but I figured preserving our friendship was more important than potentially ruining it. I’m sorry.” (Y/N) couldn’t believe their ears, but they felt on cloud nine. How could he not tell that they loved him, too? (Y/N) thought it was embarrassingly obvious at times…

        “Steve.” The soldier flinched, fearing the worst. “You mean to tell me that this could’ve happened so much sooner?”

        “Wha-?” He was cut off by (Y/N) basically jumping him, throwing their arms around his neck and planting their lips flat on his. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his arms around their waist. (Y/N)’s lips felt so soft and warm against his. He became so entranced that everything else just melted away, leaving only them. He was about to deepen the kiss when (Y/N) pulled away, mainly to breathe.

        Both of their lips were red and their mouths were still left hanging open, recovering from what just happened. No words were said. None needed to be said. Steve understood them completely, but (Y/N) still felt the need to talk. They grabbed his face and made direct eye contact with him, speaking slowly.

        “I love you, too, Steve Rogers. I have for a long time now. You make me feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.” He smiled, kissing their forehead, cheeks, nose. He planted a kiss anywhere he could as (Y/N) laughed. He pulled away, smiling from ear to ear.

        “I love you, too, (Y/N)... More than I could ever say…” It was (Y/N)’s turn to smile as they put their head and hands on Steve’s heart and he put his hands on their hips. The rest of the night was spent dancing, chatting, and stealing kisses. The night was theirs.

[yuniesan]

Girl Meets Season 6 - Episode Ten

Synopsis: The Journey from High School and into College will test everything Riley knew about her life, her friendships and her love. What life lessons will she learn in her first year of college?  

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A/N: Sometimes I wonder if I should write an alternate universe College Fic where they all meet in college instead of them meeting in middle school/grade school.

Episode Ten – Girl Meets Radio Days

There was a call for radio DJ’s at school, Riley had heard that they wanted fresh voices for the school’s radio station. She didn’t want to do it but she thought of the three most perfect people of it, and she wanted to see if they could have fun together while entertaining the rest of the school. Taking the flyer, she skipped towards her room thinking of how to bring it up with the three troublemakers. She loved them, honestly, she did, but sometimes when Charlie, Zay, and Sam got together it felt like they were joking about one thing or plotting something else.

She sat in her room thinking of a way to broach the subject when she saw them next, while working on her homework. The semester was almost over and she had papers to hand in and test to study for, so she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to bring this up with the trio, because they were in the same place, but since the flyer specified that they would start in the spring if they were accepted then it should have been alright.

With her mind wandering she hadn’t heard the door open, she hadn’t known anything had happened until Lucas put his arms around her making her jump, and sending her heart into a frenzy.

“Lucas,” she squealed out as he kissed her cheek. “Give me a heart attack why don’t you.”

Her heart was hammering in her chest, “Sorry I thought you heard me come in, usually you’re trying to finish a paragraph before you turn around,” he said as she tried to control her own heart. “Sorry for scaring you.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she said as she turned the chair towards where he stood. “My mind was somewhere else.”

“Riley,” he kneeled down in front of her before taking her hands. “What were you thinking about that made you forget that there’s a whole world around you?”

“I was thinking about the whole radio DJ thing,” she said to him before putting one of her hands on his face, looking into those green eyes she’s known so well for so long. “Not for me but for Charlie, Zay, and Sam.”

Lucas watched her eyes for a moment, as she ran her hands through the roughness of his five o’clock shadow. “They would be an interesting combination on the air, especially when they’re plotting something,” he said before he took her hand and kissed it.

“Yeah well I figured after the whole writing contest thing, that it would be a good idea to give them a hobby, plus it also means that they wouldn’t get into too much trouble, and they’re good at talking.”

“I’m also sure that putting them there would mean that they wouldn’t have the time to plot out another way to sign you up for something that you weren’t sure of.”

“Don’t remind me,” she said thinking back to Halloween weekend, they had all decided to go to a party, they needed to relax, only for Zay and Sam to shove her on stage before blindfolding her and dropping her into a kiddie pool full of jello. “They’re a menace I tell you.”

“You sound like your dad,” he said with a laugh. Riley looked at him horrified, she hadn’t realized that her father’s mannerisms had rubbed off to the point where she would quote him at a moment’s notice. “Don’t worry, it’s cute. Plus, there’s days where you sound like your mom too. They raised you so it was bound to happen.”

“It’s still weird though,” she said to him making him laugh.

“Okay,” he said after he could breathe again. “Tell me more about the radio thing.”

It took her ten minutes to explain to Lucas about the fact that she knew that the trio would be good for the radio station. They all experienced life differently, they were from three very different backgrounds, but they all had gone through their own problems over the years. She knew that they could talk about a number of things, while at the same time relating to other people. There was also the fact that they liked to make jokes and laugh which would be fun for their classmates to listen to, especially during stressful times like finals.

“Well Zay has always loved cracking jokes, plus he’s good with music,” Lucas said when she finished. “I’m still getting to know Sam but from having lunch with her during the week, I realized that she’s a good person, and while I’m still trying to get over the fact that Charlie is around, it would be good for him too.”

“For all three of them,” she said feeling weird for plotting this.

-----

Bringing up the idea to the trio was a lot harder for Riley than she would have thought, mainly because they were all on a weird finals schedule and they were nowhere near each other or in the same place. They didn’t even have time to have their usual lunches between classes, they were almost always running in one direction or another. Lucas always made sure to stop by her room to check on her, and she always brought him a snack when she was sure that he hadn’t left the library in hours. His classes were a little more demanding than hers, because she was still undeclared while he was in the veterinary sciences, so she worried about him.

At the end of the week she still hadn’t had the chance to talk to Charlie, Zay, or Sam about the radio thing and was about to give up until she got a message from Zay about a movie night. The message as it turned out was from Sam, who had taken Zay’s phone by accident during a mad dash to the dining hall.

“It’s insane, I really should put a different case on mine,” Sam said as she leaned back on her bed while Riley looked through Netflix for a movie. “But I was like, what are the odds that someone would have the same phone case as mine, it’s only a bunch of cookies.”

“Yeah but Zay loves cookies,” Riley said with a smile. “One time his grandmother sent him a cookie, this was during freshman year of high school and it was cookie day, I had an assignment from school for a debate, so I decided to be evil to understand the assignment, and I stole Zay’s cookie and told him it wasn’t that good of a cookie.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice,” Sam said to her, but Riley could only smile.

“I know and I felt bad about it after a while, but if it weren’t for that cookie we wouldn’t have started taking baking classes, and we wouldn’t be as close as we are now,” Riley sighed thinking about the early years of her friendship with Zay. “Don’t get me wrong we were close but it always felt as if there was this invisible wall between the two of us.”

“I doubt that, you’re a very friendly person.”

“That’s the thing though, for Zay I was the girl Lucas couldn’t stop talking about, I was the one stealing away his best friend, and well in some ways, I was the reason Lucas had changed so much since leaving Texas. There was always this weird thing because of it, but after the cookie incident I guess we sort of found a happy middle.”

“I wish I had had friends like that growing up,” Sam said smiling. “My sister wasn’t the best sister I could have had, when my mom remarried it was weird and having Missy for a sister was probably not always the best when it came to making friends.”

“Well now you have friends, and we’ll be there for you,” Riley said smiling, she loved meeting new people, but she also loved it when her inner circle of friends expanded.

The door swung open revealing Zay with a bag full of snack in his hand. “We have food,” he said as he walked in, Charlie not far behind with a bag of drinks.

The four of them settled around the small TV they had in her and Sam’s room, Lucas was still in class finishing up his lab so Riley was left to cuddle with her pillow until he got there.

“What are we watching,” Charlie said as he settled himself on the floor in front of Riley’s bed.

“Sense and Sensibility,” she said as a joke remembering how Charlie had told her about his sisters. When he looked at her with wide eyes she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “I’m joking, we’re watching Thor Ragnarok.”

“I hate being the only boy in my family,” Charlie muttered and while Zay and Sam started laughing.

“Oh, before we start,” Riley said before dropping her pillow to grab the flier on her nightstand. “I saw this a while ago and thought about you three.”

She handed the flyer to Zay who had been sitting on Sam’s bed, the three of them converged around it and started reading it. “I thought it would be fun for you guys to have a radio show,” she said not knowing if it was a good idea anymore. “I think it would be a good outlet for you,” she continued, while thinking that they would stop ganging up on her for certain things.

“As interesting as it sounds,” Zay looked up after a moment. “Why not you?”

“I already have a million things on my plate,” it wasn’t a lie, she was always doing something. “Plus, you three like to joke around, and you’re so different from each other, not just in family background but in all aspects, but you all click and you can give advice on things like what you’ve lived through.”

“Again, why not you?” Zay asked one more time.

“I don’t know, I guess I just want to concentrate on my writing, and school, plus I was thinking of going out for the school’s journal instead.”

Zay nodded along with her words before smiling. “You’re going to be a great writer one day,” he said with a smile. “And well, maybe this would be fun. I don’t have anything in my background other than sports though.”

“I doubt that matters,” Sam said looking at them. “I have academics in my background.”

“I have nothing other than a part-time job and some sports,” Charlie added.

“See what I mean,” Riley said smiling at the trio, “From what I know, Zay loves music… a lot, it’s also really diverse because he could be talking about Celine Dion one moment and Childish Gambino another. Charlie, you love to talk about movies, it’s weird that you watch the b movies more than anything even if some of them are horrible. Sam, while we’ve only known each other for a short time, you have a sense of humor and a passion for books, that scares me sometimes but heck if I know anything.”

“You my friend pay too much attention to the people around you,” Sam said before getting up and sitting next to Riley. “I’m with Zay though, you should do this with us, you’re a people person, you’re good with helping others, and you have this unhealthy infatuation with Cuddle Bunnies and Red Planet Diaries.”

“Not cool Sam,” Riley said feeling her face heat up. The only reason Sam even knows about Cuddle Bunnies is because she caught Riley and Lucas watching it one day, while cuddled up against each other.

“Oh god,” Zay said before he started laughing. “It’s Lucas… oh man… this is too funny.”

“What,” Charlie asked before Zay started cracking up next to him.

“Zay if you know what’s good for you,” Riley said in warning, pointing her finger at him. “You won’t say another word.”

“Yes, Miss Matthews,” he said before turning to Charlie. “Lucas loves Cuddle Bunnies.”

“Isaiah Babineaux, you meanie,” she screamed out before throwing her purple pillow at him, Zay stuck his tongue out and she launched herself off her own bed, landing on him before attempting to smoother him with Sam’s pillow.

The door opened behind them, Lucas standing there gaping at what she was doing, “Do I even want to know what Zay did to piss off Riley?” Lucas asked before walking inside and taking off his coat.

“Something about you and Cuddle Bunnies,” Charlie answered.

Lucas’s eyes went wide, “Riley you have my permission to kill him.”

“Lucas, NO,” Zay screamed out.

“Riley,” Lucas said looking into her eyes communicating his intent to take out his best friend, for revealing his secret, so she hit Zay with the pillow. Laughing for a moment before she stopped her assault on Zay she jumped off of the bed and walked over to her boyfriend, kissing him on the lips while smiling. “Nice to know you have my back,” he said softly before putting his arm around her.

“I have been forsaken,” Zay screamed out. “And attacked.”

“Yeah well, it’s your own fault,” Charlie said before getting up and sitting on the bed next to Zay. “Now can we finish this conversation so that we can start the movie already.”

“Fine,” Zay said grumbling and acting wounded, before winking at Riley. She knew he wasn’t really hurt, honestly it reminded her of Auggie, the way they used to fight.

“What’s there more to say,” Sam said looking at the room. “The four of us could fill up an hour or two just talking and playing music once in a while, it’s not like we would have to do it every day.”

“Wait,” Lucas said to the room. “Four of you?”

“Yeah, we’re dragging Riley into this,” Zay said with a smile. “It wouldn’t be the same without her around.”

“Plus, if there’s anyone here who could keep us in check it’s her,” Charlie added.

Lucas smiled at her, “Well I approve, it also means that if I had to study I could listen to you all joke around.”

“See big plus all around, now let’s watch the movie,” Charlie said before settling himself next to Zay, Sam on his other side, while Riley snuggled up next to Lucas.

“Sure whatever,” she said admitting defeat, there was no way to get around the three of them, and she knew she would have fun even if they just talked about random things on the air.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i am cursed with the knowledge of remembering literally every game off the top of my head n just watching as people never bring some of them up.

imagine if people actually talked about all of the games a semi-equal amount instead of 90% of them either never getting brought up or getting brought up, like, once in a blue moon-