#i was so excited to see an ask about erin lol

[cheekinpermission]

can you draw Erin in a portfest outfit, with ruggie or something? (I love your oc btw.)

Heck yeah I can

Can't believe Erin had to peel potatoes FOR NOTHING SHES INNOCENT YOUR HONOR

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There Chapter: Twenty-Five

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Taglist: @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @thisbicc @laurpartyprogram @to-be-written @concretenoah @thebadchic @madomens @samanthasgone @myownthoughts12 @missduffsblog @jilliemiw86 @malerieee @hi-fancy-seeing-you-here @badomenslrh @robabankfuckmickeymouse @darknightstarryeyes @xxkittenkissesxx @mitchhbitch @sorrowsofsilence @blackveilomens

note: I'm sorry I've been gone for so long! I took a much needed writing break but am excited to get back into a schedule. I can't guarantee when I'll upload but I'm sure it won't be another 3 months between updates...lol sorry again.

“Oh shit!” Noah squeals as his roller-blades skitter back and forth trying to catch his balance as Erin circles the two of us as we stake alongside her. I’ve taken her skating several times and have figured out how to remain upright, although I’m no expert I can keep up with the other roller moms. Noah on the other hand is like an unsteady infant taking his first steps. Before he falls on his ass again he reaches out and grabs onto me in an attempt to remain standing. 

“Ah! No, don't! Noah!” I cry out as I lose my balance and my stakes fly out from under me and we both fall onto a heap on the floor. I end up on my back with Noah looming over me having caught himself with his hands before crushing me completely. He’s close enough that the short hair that falls in front of his face tickles my forehead. 

“Oh, sorry” he says and his breath caresses my cheek. My voice is caught in my throat. I know there is a blush creeping up my neck but I ignore it as we shuffle to get back onto our feet. Sliding and clinging onto the side of the rink to remain upright. 

Laughing loudly he looks at me with a smile that takes up half of his face, “guess I’m in need of practice.” I return a small laugh and nod in agreement. 

Erin continues to circle us with a quizzical look on her face, “y’all are funny. Let's go! A few more turns and then can we go get ice cream?!” Giggling she rushes off as we slowly follow with Noah refusing to let go of my hand.

“Sorry, I really don’t want to bust my ass again.” Squeezing his hand in encouragement we continue forward after our daughter. “No worries Noah, I’ll catch you if you fall again.” 

Noah’s POV

I almost stumble again at her words. She's using the same words I wrote for her all those years ago back at me. Does she even realize what she said? Probably not. Maybe? I shake it off for now as she pulls me forward. 

We go around the skating rink hand in hand and I selfishly hold as tight as I can, only letting go once we’ve exited the rink and sat down to take off our stakes. 

“So what's good for ice cream around here?” I ask while we turn in our stakes before we head out the door into the hot summer air. “I like Amy's! They have lots of yummy flavors!” Erin cheers. She’s walking between us, holding both of our hands. I was shocked at first when she grabbed my hand but it filled my heart with so much joy—more than I ever thought possible. 

“What do you like to get at Amy’s Erin?” I asked while seated in the passenger seat of the car. “Hmmm I like getting sweet cream with Oreos and rainbow sprinkles! It’s sooo good!”

Her excitement is contagious as Natalie’s smile is also spread wide across her face as she listens to Erin. “What about you Nat? What’s your favorite?” I turn my gaze to her and the summer heat has given her a glowy sheen of sweat on her cheeks causing her blush to shine.

She looks so beautiful. I want to kiss her. I wish I could.

“I like to get the Mexican vanilla with strawberries and chocolate chips, I think you’ll like their stuff. Lots of choices.” 

I turn up the radio and Erin squeals with joy! “This was in the movie Aunt Hales and I watched!” 

“Reaching for something in the distance..” 

Natalie sings along with her, “so close you can almost taste it release your inhibitions.”

The song is too good not to sing along, so as we drive to get ice cream, I find myself singing along as well.

“Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you! Only you can let it in..”

Did I think six months ago I would be singing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield in the car with my daughter and the girl I've always loved? Not at all, but this is something I wouldn’t trade for anything.  I won’t let her get away this time, I’m just going to have to play the long game and hopefully, she will trust me with her heart again. 

Hours later, after some amazing ice cream Natalie and Erin are dropping me off at my Airbnb. I chose something that wasn’t too far from their house and there’s a pool. Erin was excited about that. She was running from room to room looking at all of the spaces.

“I got this place because it has lots of room, so if Erin ever wanted to spend the night she would have her own space,” I say to Natalie. She smiles softly, “she’d love that Noah. Maybe when she gets back from art camp?” she responds.

“And of course you two can come over and use the pool whenever, even next week Erins at camp? You could come over and hang out? The other guys will be here Thursday” I ask nervously. God, why am I so nervous, I’ve known Nat for years. It’s not weird to ask her to hang out…right?

“I would love that, I’m free on Wednesday?” She says looking out at the yard as Erin runs in the grass next to the water. 

So she knows the guys won’t be here until Thursday but wants to come over on Wednesday.. that’s good? right? Stop reading into it man, just live.

“Wednesday is amazing, I’ll grab snacks.” god I sound pathetic. 

She giggles while we watch Erin take off doing cartwheels now, “she is an endless stream of energy.” she comments quietly. “She really is, I’d like some of that. I’m exhausted.” 

Natalie’s energy shifts slightly, “oh you’re right. You’ve been on the move all day. We should get out of your hair so you can relax.” 

“Oh- no that’s-” I try to catch her but she’s already at the backdoor quietly calling for Erin to head home.  Why did I say that?…idiot. 

“Noah! This house is awesome!! I can’t wait to come over this summer! After my camp next week I’m totally coming over to swim!” she says as she runs up to give her a goodbye hug. 

I return the hug, wrapping her tight in my arms. “Can’t wait for it kiddo, I’ll grab some floats this weekend. It’ll be a fun summer for sure.” I say looking up to see Natalie snapping what I’m sure she was hoping was an incognito photo. “Send that to me please?”

She nods and they move to exit, “Nat, wait.” I reach and softly grab her arm, pulling her quickly into a hug. “I’ll see you later, I had fun today.” 

“I had fun too Noah.” her hands squeeze my sides briefly before she releases and they head to their car. They pull out of the driveway and a thought hits me.

I rush to my guitar and sit down to get the idea out while it’s fresh in my head. 

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain’t getting over you Can we try again? When we’re not so different Can we make amends? Why can’t we just pretend?

I jot down the slightly altered lyrics on a random scrap of paper I see in my guitar case and shut it. 

I finish unpacking and jump into the shower to rinse off. I hop out at the exact time I see my phone ringing, Erin is calling. 

“Hey, kiddo! What’s up?”

“Hey, Noah! I was wondering if you would come with us on Sunday to drop me off at camp. It’s a couple of hours away though so if you have plans I understand.” 

“I don’t have anything going on, I’d love to tag along.” 

“MOM! HE SAID YES! - sweetheart I thought we agreed we’d call tomorrow? Noah’s had a long day - I was too excited…I’m sorry Noah.” 

“Hey, it’s no worries kiddo! You can call me whenever you need too.”

“Mom?! Did you hear that? Noah said it’s okay!”

I hear Natty’s laugh on the other end of the phone and it kills me that we’re not just all together laughing. Lately that’s all I can think about. All I want. 

“Well I am supposed to look at what clothes I’m packing for camp right now but I’ll see you on Sunday!” 

“I’ll see you Sunday kiddo.” 

Natalie POV

“So is it like a date?” Haylie asks. Were sitting on her bed later that night after having packed Erin’s camp bag and her going to bed. 

“It’s not a date! It’s swimming. We’re just two old friends hanging out.” the moment the words are out of my mouth I know it’s bullshit. I don’t know if it will ever feel like just two old friends with Noah. 

“I’d argue with you but I know you don’t even believe what you just said so it’s pretty pointless.” I throw my head back onto the pillows and sigh in defeat.

“I wish I believed it. I wish I could just be normal around him. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again…do I remember everything bad that happened? Of course..but I also remember all of the good things..ugh! Why are feelings so complicated?! Like am I a horrible person with no backbone if I forgive him for everything and just let him back into my life like no time has passed? Or am I a bitch if I keep him at arm’s length for the rest of our lives despite my feelings for him because of mistakes we made as kids?” 

I feel the bed dip down as Haylie sits down next to me. “Unfortunately I don’t have the answer for you, but I know you are not a horrible person or a bitch. Life is complicated and confusing and all you can do is consider what is best for you and Erin. I’ll support you no matter what you choose to do…but what I will say is that since you two started talking again…you’ve been different. Happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.” 

She’s right. I’ve felt happier than I have in years since I reconnected with Noah. That has to mean something. 

Maybe it’s time to just let myself be open to what could happen.

Could we even have anything like that again? 

Under the same Texas moon, two lonely hearts thought in tandem if the other may be open to loving them again.

[whiskeythefishski]

hi i am very curious about everyone’s roommate situations in ur college au and honestly just any other cool n random bits of info you have bc im so excited for it lol

i actually finally watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die(its been in my ‘watch later’ playlist on youtube) because of this au!! im personally craving more spommy content in general but im also a sucker for like college/highschool aus bc im currently that age and ig its something i can actually imagine/understand 😁😁

Omg hello! I'm so, SO glad to hear that you're enjoying this story so much! It's easily the most self indulgent thing I've ever written, so the fact that other people are resonating with it means a lot! Also - congrats on finishing NPMD! I loved it so much (if you couldn't tell, haha), I hope you did too! And don't worry - this AU has plenty of Spommy moments coming up! :D

Roommate situations:

Trevor has a roommate, but they aren't a character in the story so I haven't thought about who they are too much. They share a traditional college double. Trevor has the top bunk. He just transferred in for the spring semester, so he hasn't made many friends yet.

Arasha, Angela, and Chanse have a little college apartment with a common room and a shared bathroom. Arasha and Angela share a room and Chanse has his own.

Erin and Heidi share a double.

Spencer and Alex Tran share a double. Tommy and Kiana both have singles in the same hallway/floor as Spencer and Alex.

Kimmy and Jackie live together off-campus. They rent a small 2-bedroom house cheaply from Kimmy's aunt.

All of the seniors in the story - Shayne, Courtney, Damien, Olivia, and Keith - share a college apartment with a common room and a full kitchen. Shayne and Damien share a room, Court and Olivia share a room, and Keith has his own room.

Amanda and Sarah weren't roommates when they were in school, but they were friends and probably had a lot of sleepovers.

And finally, when Ian and Anthony were in school, they were roommates all four years! (oh my god, they were roommates)

Other tidbits:

Before he transferred, Trev did a year at a culinary school. He also went to a high school that offered a culinary program.

Trevor is shown on his phone a lot in this AU because he's texting his friends from his old school. One of them is Josh (as in Mythical Chef Josh), who was childhood friends with Shayne. Josh asked Shayne to look out for Trevor, and Shayne is happy to do so!

Arasha skipped a grade in elementary school, so even though she's a sophomore, she's about Trevor's age.

On the other hand, Spencer and Damien both took a gap year, so they're a little older than their counterparts in the same year.

Chanse, Angela, and Arasha have weekly wine and movie nights, where each of them brings a bottle of wine to try and they pick a show or movie to watch in their PJs.

Kimmy and Jackie have parties fairly frequently, probably about once a month. I think nearly everyone in the cast has probably spent the night there at least once.

Spencer is one of the only ones with a car on campus, so he often finds himself carting his friends to the grocery store, pharmacy, etc. Sometimes he and Tommy go on late night drives when Tommy's feeling overwhelmed.

That's all I've got for now! In the next few chapters there will be POVs from more cast members, so we'll get to see into their heads a little more :) I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for the ask! :D

[whencallstheheart]

After seeing the first 3 episodes, I love this new season. Being a former TeamNathan, seeing him and Elizabeth start a romantic relationship is very exciting. Plus, all the characters have interesting backstories. I laugh when I see Bill trying to escape Rosemary. She's back to her volcanic self.Faith and Lily are adorable, as are Mike and Mei.

The show really does feel so fresh and exciting. I love it!

I'm going to combine all your other messages...

In episode 3, facing these ladies and the lovely Lily, Henry doesn't stand a chance (lol).

That was such a funny scene. Pushing Lily forward was a very smart tactic.

I think we'll finally find out a little more about the Canfields and Joseph in particular. Because in yesterday's episode, the arguments between Angela and Cooper (normal between brother and sister especially during adolescence) introduced the character of Joseph's brother. I'm sure he'll appear in a future episode.

I think it's so great that we're learning more about the Canfields. We know of some hardships they've faced in the past so it's nice to dig into their families some more. Yes, we do see Joseph's brother (or at least I assume it's him) later in the season!

I'm hoping that Jeannette's arrival will reveal more about Lucas and that Elizabeth (though no longer in love with him) will ask him why he lied to her about her during their relationship and engagement. I think this is more serious than Nathan hiding the truth about Fort Clay.

Yeah, I think that's definitely coming. He has some explaining to do about why he lied and never bothered to come clean to Elizabeth once they were officially together. I agree. While obviously upsetting for Elizabeth to know Jack took his place, Nathan had no control over that assignment. Lucas knew he was lying and has intentionally lied multiple times. Politics suits him.

My 2 favorite scenes from the beginning of this season: episode 2: Elizabeth saying "Maybeee" to Nathan about the surprise party, and of course, Elizabeth seeing Nathan shirtless in Mounty's office (so hot).

Erin's delivery of "maybe" was so great. I loved that moment too. The shirtless scene was amazing. I wasn't expecting it to happen then either so that was a nice little treat.

[kiankiwi]

(coh) (Sorry, I hope I'm not boring you with these lol!) Imagine little Erin timidly asking John if they can do some Christmas-related activities (like watching movies and baking cookies and such) when the holiday season starts up, because her mother always told her she was too "naughty" for Santa to visit or to do fun things. She worries so much if she's been "good" enough for Santa to come.

you're not boring me at all, I love the interaction!

I bet you John eyes would go wide and he'd be like "what do you mean, of course we can do some christmassy stuff?" and then that's when he fully realizes how bad her life was pre-john rescuing her and taking care of her and loving her because Erin was truly not raised like other kids and she knew it. What if she asked John something like "daddy, am I gonna go on the naughty list again this year" their first christmas together

And we know Elvis was such a big christmas guy (so I feel like all of his characters in turn were big on christmas lol) so he'd be so excited to do everything all christmassy.

IMAGINE John hears Erin ask "daddy am I gonna be on the naughty list again this year" or asks anything about this upcoming christmas and this man is so saddened that she thinks she's not worthy of the christmas magic so he stays up ALL NIGHT decorating the house from top to bottom in christmas stuff and then when she gets up and sees the house has been decked out like a winterwonderland she just goes "ALL FOR ME?" and he spoils the hell out of her every christmas from then on because he realizes how little she had growing up and any chance he can get to make her happy, he'll do it times 10

[spaceshipellie]

I really don’t know what my friend meant with that about him but I’ll ask when I see her.

As for the girl, her best friend started following me on ig a couple of hours ago (maybe the friend I told that she’s fine to has said something, sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol)

btw Erin I love you and you’re the fucking best thank you so much. I’ll see what happens <33

yeah find out! makes sense dw, i’m excited about the girl tbh keep me updated haha

no worries! i love this shit lol and love you too<33

[rookflower]

for character opinion ask thing - what's a random headcanon about cinderpelt you have?

ill just do all i have to answer for her as well lol

sexuality/gender headcanon: lesbian!! 100%!!!! i don't really have one set gender headcanon for her, i can easily see her as cis, transfem, or nb!

rating out of 10: 10/10 that's my obligatory childhood fav

favourite thing about them: i haven't read tpb in a wee while so this is pretty vague but i really like her relationships with the characters around her! she's got a strong personality that stands out in the huge cast. she's also surprisingly consistently written, while she's alive anyways- benefit of your fav having a short lifespan, i guess.

least favourite thing about them: i don't feel like i'm the best person to speak at lengths on the ableism in her character but it is definitely there and definitely the most glaring issue at play. the implications of her reincarnation and the retcon that she was secretly miserable and unable to find happiness her whole life especially fucking sucks

why i first started liking them: latched on pretty immediately, long ago. i just gel well with some characters who start out as excitable and cheery, and she's one of the first female characters in the series who really has anything to them (besides yellowfang, who gets worse later, and bluestar ig) so there was that i guess LMAO

do i relate to/project on them?: a bit!

fav moment: i actually really like her mortality struggles in tnp but tbh that scene in tpb where shes like 14 and she calls tigerclaw a stupid bitch takes the cake

fav ship: cinderpelt is unfortunately very low on ship options. i've seen daisy, fury, and gremlin suggested and those are all cool but very much rarepairs lol.

fav platonic friendship: firestar! also yellowfang, littlecloud, her siblings, sorreltail, etc. girl of many pals

a ship i hate: firestar! firecinder fucking sucks so so bad sorry <3 they are besties. like siblings. mlm wlw solidarity. i wish the erins could talk about cinderpelt without recanonising cinderfire but tis impossible it seems.

do i prefer canon or fanon?: uhhh neither tbh? cinderpelt canon is riddled with issues and cinderpelt fanon hasn't evolved since 2013. i like the version of cinderpelt that exists to me <3

random headcanon: i like to think that she. kind of fucking hates bluestar, having been her sole medicine cat for that tense while before she died, and after what bluestar did to brightheart especially. i love bluestar too but i think cinderpelt deserves to have a little rage and resentment as a treat.

what colour do i picture them as? solid dark grey, blue or purple tint, paler neck ruff/mane. i do like designs where she has some ginger flecks though.

unpopular opinion: can't think of anything serious but i will say that im dying on the hill of fluffy and fat or bulky cinderpelt designs. slim dainty cinderpelt designs are cute but thats never how ive pictured her so they don't read as the same character to me lmao

favourite map/pmv/amv

[majorbaby]

Most of the wips I was curious about got asked but there are a few more I want to know about if/whenever you feel like doing more: hotel california, What religion or reason, and sweet to the soul and health to the bones. lol I'm v 👀 about your take on beejhawk basically.

oh thanks!

hotel california is my BJ timeloop fic.

it's more BJ-centric than beejhawk, but it's in there.

he writes a captain's log to Peg every day, keeps missing her on the phone and just generally doesn't handle the timeloop well. at some point he kisses Hawkeye, out of boredom, madness or something else. Hawkeye reacts well to it, but the next day the loop repeats and Hawkeye forgets everything.

i like this as a metaphor for how whatever happens between them in the war is ephemeral, just a blip in his life that can never grow into anything substantial.

he's put-off by the fact that Hawkeye doesn't remember it the next day, it being such a significant moment for them when it happens - but why would Hawkeye remember it? so he's more snippy with Hawkeye than normal, and Hawkeye's like ?? what's your damage?? and eventually it becomes just a distant memory to BJ too, on one of the subsequent days. no excerpt because the doc is just a bunch of bullet points (i really want to plan this one well).

what religion or reason is my post apocalyptic AU!!! Trapper and Hawkeye are together but BJ looms large over their relationship. this was my way of creating conflict between Trapper and Hawkeye - BJ actually comes off surprisingly well in this one. Peg and Erin's fates are in unknown, but they're not with BJ anymore.

excerpt beneath the cut but just a warning it's first-person Trapper's POV and he refers to Hawkeye exclusively as "you", and i know that's very annoying for a lot of people. i could change it, but i'm a little married to it...

sweet to the soul and health to the bones is my abandoned beejhawk fic. abandoned because the planned ending is off-brand for me now. although yk, reading it back, it's got some useable stuff in it.

what religion or reason

It rains the next day. I wake with every intention of pulling on my slippers and spending a lazy hour worrying over the teakettle. 

You have something else in mind. “I want to go see BJ.”

Fucking 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning. “All right.” You retreat to ensuite and emerge fifteen minutes later looking heavenly. I dress without showering.

It’s a two hour drive into the city. You don’t mind. You’re bouncing in your seat with excitement like a little kid.

“I’m getting too old for this,” I let slip.

Your voice, temperate and patient comes from the side of me, “It’s important.” I nod to keep the peace.

Your good… friend. Let’s call him a ‘friend’ for now. Your good and friendly friend BJ Hunnicutt lives in the center of San Francisco, in a towering building that rises far above the mud and waste in the gutters. I have to park three blocks away to find a space that’s clear of rubble.

“You coming?”

“I should stay and watch the car,” I announce. You deflate, but not that much. Nothing’s gonna get you down today, not even the rain pattering loudly against the one raincoat we own. “Be careful?”

You nod and you’re gone, padding down the empty street. When you’re out of view I give into temptation and look upwards. Normally the dust in the air makes me too nauseous to look up at that angle, but on a day like this BJ’s building is surprisingly easy on the eyes, the highest point of it swallowed up by fog. 

I wonder if you’ve reached the elevator right now, and if it still chimes to announce its arrival. You’re probably dripping water on the marble floor. 

“Hi Beej,” you’ll say. 

He’s turning, smiling, his entire focus on you. I have the faintest feeling that you’re the only person BJ can see these days. If I were there he’d nod vaguely in my direction, but you’re the only one who can make him blink. You can make him come away from his window looking out over the city. You bring rose petals to his otherwise colourless face. You startle him. You’re the only person who calls him Beej anymore. 

“Hello, Hawk,” BJ responds, lips parted. 

I shut myself back in the car, slamming the door to try to talk myself through it before your return. But you always notice the change in me around BJ, even when I pointedly haven’t been around BJ. I can’t help it. I’m out of practice around people in general and I never got used to him. He makes me feel clumsy. So huge and awkward and stupid and unwelcome here. Things I’d never felt about myself in my life. 

I tell myself to blink because my eyes are beginning to sting. 

Heat rises to my face, shame or anger. Both. I’m angry that you left me in the car. I’m angry that you still want to see BJ, that some part of you still needs him. Meanwhile, I’ve left everything behind. All I have and am is you, and you’re up in BJ’s tower. Some part of me has gone with you.

***

sweet to the soul and health to the bones

He loves the way Hunnicut rolls off the tongue like a smooth, perfect marble. 

He never calls him that. Last-name-basis is military hierarchal bullshit or else college fraternity bullshit, and Hawkeye never quite fit into either scene.

Now BJ, Beej– another story altogether. Sometimes they talk about their college days and Hawkeye can see a flame ignite in BJ’s eyes just as he gets going on a story about me and the guys and he doesn’t seem to notice that Hawkeye’s laughter is cut in half. But still, he mostly opens the door on the subject for BJ, because Hawkeye knows it calls to mind better times, and maybe they can make a few fond memories in this place. 

Inside, he’s a little jealous, not of the warmth BJ obviously still has for his old friends, but that they got to become friends back home before all this. Many nights he wonders what it might’ve been like to know BJ before the war, before those friends and, guiltily, before his wife.

[okthatsgreat]

🤥📣🌈 for the pippy mayhaps

YES!! HELL YES!!!

ok this is going to be oc pippy i use for my fangan NOT the pippy i use for the rp im in just because there are bits and pieces of her character that have been adapted for rp lol. this is a FANGAN PIPPY MOMENT as GOD INTENDED

🤥- are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

to a large extent she is a good liar, but she definitely has her tells! pippy smiles VERRYY wide when she's stressed or uncomfortable, but frankly she smiles ALL of the time so it is extremely difficult to tell when she feels any different. this includes in murder trials and during investigations. she does have a very massive tell, however-- and that is that she goes very silent!

erin has practically been conditioned into speaking positively at all costs, and believes it's much better just to stay silent than say anything even remotely negative. if she's shocked or flustered about what to say, she'll just shut up ghdjfksg. it takes her a bit to recuperate!! give her a bit to prepare, however, and pippy is very good at putting on a show! once she gets to the point in her arc when she starts to drop the act, however, it's easier to tell the difference between when she's performing and when she's being sincere :]

📣- how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

PIPPY IS LOUD. SO LOUD. she has got ZERO inside voice. she needs people to know that she is enthusiastic and EXCITED to BE HERE!!!! don't really have a voice claim bc its so hard to find what im looking for HFDKGSDF but pippy speaks in a cartoonish voice!!! high pitched and animated!! NO breaks!! she also has a watered down australian accent :)

erin however is a bit calmer, and speaks in a tone that is a bit less animated. she often tumbles through her sentences and doesn't speak as smoothly or proficiently as pippy does. her voice is a lot lower when she isn't putting on an act and a lot more of her australian accent cuts through

🌈- what advice would they give to their younger self?

see this is hard. this is SO hard. pippy at the beginning of her story basically hasnt grown up lmfao. her younger self was just as hard working as she is now, and both of them are doing the exact same thing-- working on their children's show and being the provider of the household. pippy simply can't AFFORD to grow up at this point, because being a kid is her entire brand !!! in all honestly, pippy at the beginning of her arc would probably tell her younger self to keep working, as depressing as that is ghfdjkgsk.

if this is erin at the end of her arc i reckon she'd give her younger self some more genuine advice about expectation and how she doesn't owe her parents or her managers her entire childhood, and that her worth is not intrinsically linked to her career :]

OC ASK GAME!

[brittlebutch]

Okay, I’m branding myself the MASH!anon for a while then! (I’d come off anon, but I’ve had experiences before where people have been annoyed with me wanting to talk fandom stuff/AUs, so I’ll need to ease into this fandom for a bit.)

I’m partway through season seven, Hawkeye has had several episodes where he’s been Going Through It ™ and the people around him have either ignored it or blamed him for his own pain, and I’m just—can someone please get this man a nice chair on a beach somewhere or something? He deserves so much better, and it kills me whenever that’s not acknowledged.

(I’ve seen spoilers for the series finale, so I know it gets much, much worse—and knowing me I’ll end up watching it once and then just skipping over it/not acknowledging it on future rewatches.)

All this background is to ask—Are you open to talking Soft Dad!Hawkeye? I was also the anon who sent that Erin prompt a little while back, and fluff would be a great counterpoint as I wade through the angst.

Sounds good!! Also yeah, Hawkeye's like, Tragic Trait is that he's so good at selling himself as The Jokester that it becomes very apparent that no one around him can figure out when he needs to be taken seriously, so a lot of his hurt and angst gets written off as exaggerated histrionics until it's Too Late :(

but! yeah totally!! I've been turning that prompt over in my head as I've rewatched some episodes, trying to figure out what route i might take with it, so i'd be happy to hear some more!

[I'll admit though that pretty much all the possibilities involve Erin being Older - late teens to maybe even early twenties - lol. Kids won't usually spontaneously label an adult as 'mom' or 'dad' unless they hear it - which is why a lot of parents will talk in third person around kids and call each other mom/dad, not to mention get very excitable when baby's babbling starts to follow the 'ma' / 'da' syllables; it's all learned (I actually wrote a Bill&Ted fic about this - Bill and Ted call each other by their first names so often that Billie and Thea never wound up calling them "Dad" as kids and keep referring to them by their first names, much to their teachers' chagrin lmao).

I couldn't quite see any of the adults referring to Hawkeye as papa when Erin was little - combination of Hawkeye still being a little uncomfortable around young children And everyone being aware that they have to hide the relationship outside of the house - but I did think it would be an Extremely sweet thing for Erin to grow up and Decide to do on her own :3

[thebreakfastgenie]

17, 19, 21 for the writing asks :)

I save yours for last because I wanted to see what else I had done already before I picked for 21!

17) Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in you wip?

I have so many WIPs :) The main one is the oft-discussed Ghost AU. I've probably explained it enough, but just in case: Hawkeye is killed at battalion aid under circumstances that are roughly "what if Where There's a Will, There's a War happened in season 8?" and becomes a ghost, following the example of the ghost in Follies of the Living--Concerns of the Dead. Unable to move on, he haunts the 4077th, and watches everyone grieve for him and slowly move on with their lives. It features a lot of material from episodes but repurposed as well a some totally original events. It covers multiple perspectives; both Hawkeye and everyone else reacting to his death and the consequences. In theory this is my main project right now but I'm bad at actually getting writing done so it's taking a long time. It's outlined at 13 chapters. I've never finished a multi-chapter that's more than 6 (you won't find that one AO3, it's older), so this is quite an undertaking. Ghost AU has a working title but I'm not allowed to use it until I get more writing done. A couple other WIPs I'm excited about: The supposedly quick oneshot I started two and a half weeks ago as a quick exercise to get some momentum before I went back to Ghost AU, lol. Expect to see this one pretty soon! I'm not sure what exactly to say about it, except the document title is "sailing accident." GFA time loop! Hawkeye relives July 4th, 1953 over and over again, trying to make things come out right. I'm not sure how much I should say about this one at this time, but I'll take questions (can't promise I'll answer them satisfactorily) if anyone is interested. This is going to be a long single chapter and since it' more manageable than ghost AU, if I start really feeling it there is a chance it could show up first. I've had some bumps envisioning the prose on this one, but I can picture it and I'm in love with the concept. The BJ/Peg/Hawkeye fic. Yes, I don't normally ship it, but this story ate my brain. I can't say a whole lot about it without really giving it away, and I don't know when I'll get around to writing it, because it would also be multi-chapter. BJ, accompanied by 12-year-old Erin, drives to Maine hoping he will get there in time to bring Hawkeye back with them. Along the way, they visit other people from the 4077th and BJ tells Erin stories about all of them, also cluing the reader into what the last ten years have looked like for BJ, Peg, and Hawkeye. The plot is inspired by [redacted].

19) What is some random info you happen to have that you used in a fic?

Ugh I used so many of these up.... In the WIP I wrote most of during psych class in college, I had Josh complain that his throat hurt after being intubated. This is because no one warned me about this when I was thirteen and it hurt like a bitch and I was cranky about it.

21) Writers choice - pick any of these questions that you want to answer.

I choose:

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

I do, and I try to transform it beyond recognition. That's the fun, for me! Chianti was based on real life. I was carrying a bottle of chianti and it was icy, and I had this thought of what would happen if I slipped. (I didn't.) The scene where Josh and Toby clean up the glass is also based on a time I held a flashlight while someone swept up a shattered bottle in a parking lot, but it was unrelated to the chianti. There are other examples but that's what came to mind first!

[pinkhyojin]

owo hi haley !! treasure for the ask game ~

hi erin!!!💖

TREASURE

[i stan]

fave member/bias line:

omg i love so many trsr boys.. but mashiho and yedam are probably my main boys. which. is very sad rn😭 but i also love doyoung, yoshi, and hyunsuk!!!!

which member i’d fight and why:

idk why but i feel like i’d fight asahi because he said something odd and i took it too seriously/the wrong way and decided to throw hands lol.

favorite song(s):

I LOVE YOU. and going crazy. and come to me.

favorite thing about the group:

immaculate vibes. they love each other so much and are so so talented and also i loooove the rap line, usually in kpop songs the rap is my least favorite part but i actively get excited to hear the trsr rap line in title tracks.

something i’d like to see from them:

more. music. also! more fun unit songs!

[clarenecessities]

10/3/2022

unexpectedly heavy time in therapy today. i’ve been cleaning my room (of my own volition) but i shouldn’t have mentioned that to my mom bc it’s not going quickly enough for her, so she was like, let’s ask the therapist for ways to manage this situation

our therapist of course was like “okay, well, why so slow” which it hadn’t occurred to my mother to ask. i suspect because she’s accustomed to me being a One Speed, for good reason, as i do things at my own pace and will not be enticed to do them faster no matter how much advice she offers.

& i was like well. it’s difficult to make myself start when i know how many breaks i will need to take and how much stuff i’ll have to carry up and down the stairs, and it’s going to require a lot of standing. but she pointed out i was conveying this with a lot of negative language and describing myself as lazy/a bad cat mom etc. and asked why i thought my mom wanted to discuss this

so i told her, you know, we’re going to have some random neighbor kid feeding the cats while we’re at erin’s wedding & she doesn’t want the kid to see my room, because she’s ashamed of me and my lifestyle. and the therapist turned to my mom and asked how she felt, clearly expecting an “i’m not ashamed of you”, which, more fool her, mom just said she was anxious and wanted to help because it’s unsanitary because x and y etc. but i shut down her advice and am known to be extremely territorial so she’s not sure what she can do

(eventually i acceded to having her carry stuff up and down the stairs for me. she managed to sneak ‘vacuuming the ceiling’ onto the list which became ‘vacuuming (part of) the floor’ in short order but she did clear out when i asked & i’ve made good progress since.)

our therapist was like. man. could just hear the gears clicking in there. she was on the ball too, usually it takes way longer for them to catch onto the shame issues (except susan, but susan is a genius & had the unfair advantages of letting me pet a dog every week and being gay). and my mom after was like “i feel bad for appealing to your guilt so often” because that was her go-to until i was 14 and told her the only thing i had to live for was my neopets friends (i was grounded from the computer bc of the atrocities) when she realized it wasn’t working. she still does it pretty frequently but it’s much less overt, especially since we started therapy.

it turns out appealing to my guilt does nothing when i am still physically or mentally incapable of doing something lol

anyway. i have to wake up in like six hours to go pick up a badge for a job on weds. so i guess i’ll also be like, actually watching the training video/setting up my payroll account tomorrow as well

OH ALSO! ALSO! I found my copy of billy hatcher??? which i thought was lost to the fucking ether for the last 10 fucking years?? so i’m very excited about that and it’s going to take all my willpower to continue cleaning instead of just. bein a little egg guy

[vaugarde]

OOOH WARRIOR CATS ASK: Sorreltail?

sexuality headcanon: bi

gender/pronouns headcanon: cis

rate them out of ten: like a 7!

favorite thing about them: i remember really liking her relationship with sandstorm and finding it really sweet! i like how excited sandstorm was to finally mentor her and how much they clicked with each other, i wish we saw more of that after the first arc.

least favorite thing about them: that she was killed off and used for manpain after the last hope... not really a problem with her core character, that was the erins being misogynistic again. "lol well shes happy and thats boring so we have to kill her" wtf

why i first started liking/disliking them: idk why, but the scene where darkstripe tried to kill her stuck with me. it didn't make me Like her per say but it made me notice her and pay attention to her recovery and comeback throughout the rest of the book, and i was really happy to see it!

do i relate/project onto/kin them? not really! i don't remember a ton of key character moments.

favorite quote/moment hm... again i can't think of a specific moment sorry

my fav ship ahh don't have strong feelings on anything, i guess sorrel x bracken is still cute. i've also seen nightcloud x sorreltail get tossed around and i don't quite get it but like. im not gonna say no to it either.

my fav platonic friendship her and leafpool, and her and sandstorm!

a ship i hate eh

do i prefer canon or fanon? i dont think she has a ton of fanon content tbh?

what color do i picture them as calico!

cat breed headcanon: just a short hair i think

unpopular opinion: idk if i have any tbh

things i associate with them: not much!

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them: i like this nightsorrel one!

[hotchs-second-wife]

Red Love - Chapter Two

Author's Note: I know no one asked for this, but I got really good inspo for this next chapter - and yes, I have been watching PD writing these.

Warning:

Other: I have no clue how mentioned car works, nor anything about it. I just googled 'expensive cars 2015' and picked the one I liked the most. Oh, and as I'm writing a part of this, my car has broken down and am currently waiting for the tow truck to come get us lol. I'm now writing another part to this on a bus. Now (11:30am, Nov 30th) I am pained because I have a legal studies exam and i was so ready, until i found out we gotta talk abt reforms and now I will be so sad in the middle of a 2 hour exam.

"Where you leavin' to, dressed up like that?" Kevin asked with a frown and a small smile, looking at Farah's choice of outfit after their shift. "The case is over, y'know."

Farah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Her medication paid off - she could laugh without feeling immediate pain. "Believe it or not, I'm going on a date."

"Oh ho!" The officer laughed, as his best friend walked in. "Adam, our little lynx has become a leopard!"

"That's not how biology works, Kev," the woman laughed.

"What's going on?" The blond asked, looking around the locker doors at his friends.

Farah shook her head as Kevin filled his best friend in, "little Farah's got a date."

"I love that you're more excited than I am."

"Oh? Who is it?" Adam questioned, now that he knew what was happening. "One of the firefighters at 51? What about one of their paramedics?"

"He's a doctor."

The men fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. Out of nowhere, Antonio appeared with a huge grin on his face. "You both owe me 50!"

"You guys were betting on me?!" Farah's face showed mock surprise, which made her partner laugh as he walked up behind her. "And bet what exactly?"

"I guess you both lose 150 each!" Jay snickered, taking a fifty-dollar note from Kevin, then one from Adam. "Antonio and I said you'd have a date with one of Will's coworkers - most likely a doctor - by the end of the week."

When Farah turned to Adam and Kevin, the latter sighing. "Mouse, Adam and I said you'd have a date with someone at 51."

Jay pat his partner's back, "have fun and call me if you need someone to drive you home! Mouse, you owe me 50!"

"Oh, come on!"

Farah laughed at her friends, before turning to the women in the room. "I'm a little surprise you two didn't place bets."

"Oh we did," Kim Burgess nodded.

Erin agreed from beside her, "I asked Will if Connor was going on a date tonight after you told me you were. The boys clearly didn't think of that."

"Wow, some real friends I have." The younger detective deadpanned, biting her lip. After a few moments of laughter, Farah looked down at her dress before looking up at the other women. "Alright, we ready to go?"

Connor stood in one of the outer hallways of Chicago Med, waiting for his date to arrive. He saw her again when she and Jay had come into the ED on a case, and Connor gathered up the courage to ask her on a date. He knew he shouldn't have asked his old patient on a date - he knew doctors were practically forbidden from dating their patients, just as cops were against dating their suspects.

Or, something along those lines, according to Farah.

But then she'd agreed, swearing it was only one date and that nothing would come from it afterward.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..."

"Backing out on me now, Rhodes?" He could hear the smile in her voice. He looked up to see a bright smile on her face, "you better not be. I got all dressed up for you."

As soon as Connor felt his mouth hanging open, he closed it by clenching his jaw. Farah chuckled.

"I've been told I have this effect on people - never believed it until now though."

Connor laughed, walking up to Farah and checking out her dress. It was a dark, glittery red that no doubt matched her personality. "You look gorgeous- beautiful- I don't think I'll ever find the right word for how you look right now."

"Thank you," Farah posed with a bashful smile before checking out the doctor in front of her. He wore a black dress shirt, yet his pants were even darker. "You look devilishly handsome, Mr. Rhodes."

Connor raised an amused eyebrow, "well then, Ms. LaRue, shall we go to our destination?"

"So formal!"

"You started it," the man snorted, earning laughter from his date. As they stepped out the front of Chicago Med, Connor watched as Farah stared at their ride to the restaurant. A black Rolls-Royce Ghost Series II was parked in front of them, and it shone in the street lights and the lighting from inside the hospital. "Do you like it?"

Farah looked between her date and the car with her mouth open in shock a couple of times, before gathering any thoughts. "Like it?! I love it! A Rolls-Royce?! How- what-"

"It's for you."

"No." She stared at the car, trying to think of something to say. "I can't-"

Connor shrugged as if this was nothing. Well, to him it was nothing - he had the money to spend, being a trauma surgeon, so he might as well spend it on the woman he liked. "I bought it for you. I won't have any need for it at home. And Will mentioned how Jay is always complaining that you keep using his truck."

"One, complaining is an understatement. Jay's like a child being told no to candy when it comes to his truck. It's more like whining," Farah stuck up a finger in counting, lifting another. "Two, he offers."

He chuckled, getting the car keys from his pocket. "Well, he won't need to offer anymore and you won't have to listen to him 'whining' either." Connor waited for her to take the keys, and when she did, he walked around to the driver's door, holding it open for her. "My Lady," he bowed.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Farah giggled, taking a seat and moving to sit comfortably. The seats were leather and when she'd started the engine, the dashboard and all the corresponding buttons lit up.

Connor's face softened at the clear excitement on Farah's face. "You look like a child in a candy store."

"I might as well be!" She squealed, looking at all the buttons, then the little flatscreen where she could connect her phone's Bluetooth and accessories. "You bought me an expensive car as a gift to our date, you should have expected this."

"Sometimes I forget not everyone comes from money like I have," Connor admitted with a gentle shrug. "And I'm a trauma surgeon, I have the money."

"That you should be spending on yourself." Farah glared slightly, before turning her attention to the small screen, trying to connect her phone. Once everything was set, she sat back with a huge grin. "You didn't have to do this, really."

Connor leaned back into his seat, "I felt like I pressured you into this date, so this is kind of-"

"An apology? Connor, I wouldn't have agreed to this date in the first place if I genuinely didn't have any interest in getting to know you." She ran her hands around the steering wheel. "Buuuut...I could get used to gifts."

The doctor laughed, "so bribery does work on cops?"

"You have to admit, at least I'm an honest bribed cop." As she pulled out of the parking lot, Farah glanced at the doctor, as he started speaking again.

"So...did you find anything out about the crook you were looking for?"

Her eyes stared at the road, before she decided to say anything. Connor could tell she was considering telling him, and he was about to excuse that he was just trying to make conversation when she answered him. "The knife they used was owned by a Beatrice Wells, but she's 85 - I doubt she'd try to stab someone at that age." She chuckled, "but if she did, that's amazing for her age. All the power to her. When I'm 85, I know I won't be attempting it."

"You might."

"Yeah, probably."

Connor laughed, joined by Farah, as they cruised through Chicago before reaching their destination. It was a fine dine and wine restaurant that Farah didn't even know existed, and when she saw the menu, she excused that there was no way she could pay for an entire meal on a detective's salary.

"I'm paying. Get whatever you want." That earned Connor a stare in disbelief. "I'm not going to ask a lady on a date and expect her to pay. Call me old fashioned, but that's how the Rhodes do it."

"I can't make you pay."

Connor's eyes looked up from the menu, "you're not. I'm insisting."

Farah couldn't argue anymore, and after some discussion, ordered a decent sized meal that looked like it was cooked by gods. After the wine in their glasses were finished, the pair left the restaurant, her arm linked through his.

"I will be paying you back." Farah shook her head. As Connor was about to object, she put a finger in front of his lips. "You might not expect me to pay for my own meal, but you should expect some kind of thank you. Aside from me driving you back to your apartment, of course." When they got back into her brand-new car, Farah glanced at her duffle bag she'd absentmindedly thrown into the back seat when they'd first gotten in the car. This entire time, she forgot it was there. "Mind if I stop by my place first? It's only 10 minutes from here."

Connor shrugged, "no problem. I don't have a cat or dog I need to tend to."

"Because you don't like animals?"

"I don't really see a reason to have a pet, with my hours and everything." The doctor answered, and the two held steady conversation on the way to her apartment. When they'd arrived, he insisted at least walking her to the door of her apartment, then he'd wait outside.

He didn't realise why she was hesitant to bring her up to her door.

"Detective, is that you?" A sweet, elderly voice called down the hallway, and Farah let out an exhausted sigh. "You're getting back awfully late."

"I was working on a case today, Dorothy." She replied honestly. Farah cast an apologetic glance at Connor while her elderly neighbour approached. "I was just coming back to leave my bag before I drove across town."

"Who is this handsome man?" Dorothy asked, her small, hunched stature staring up at Connor.

Farah placed a hand on the man's arm, feeling the muscle flex momentarily. "This is Connor Rhodes; he's a trauma surgeon at Chicago Med."

"Oh!" Dorothy gleamed, her smile turning into a grin. "You're that handsome doctor that saved Detective La Rue's life a few weeks ago! Oh, Detective Halstead was saying how much she," the woman nodded at Farah, "found you handsome."

Farah's cheeks turned bright red, retracting her arm with a gulp. "We should get going - I'll be home in half an hour, Dorothy."

"Oh dear, has Greg met him yet? He's a nice boy, you'd surely want to know what he thinks of your boyfriend."

"He's not- Connor and I have only been on one date, Dorothy."

The older woman rose her chin, "in my day, one day was enough courting. At least for my George anyway."

"Hey, Dorothy," Mouse's bright smile and cheery voice let Farah feel a sense of relief. "What are you doing up so late? You heard Dr. Halstead, you should be getting nine hours of sleep."

The woman smiled a toothy grin at her neighbour. "Hello, Greg. I heard Farah come home and I had to see who she was talking to. I knew you came home hours ago. Have you met Dr. Rhodes?"

"I have," Mouse nodded, sending Farah a quick wink. "He's very smart, and he took amazing care of Farah. Look, she's walking again after only three weeks."

Connor murmured, "not that I recommended it."

"Do you know who the Rhodes are, dear?" Dorothy asked Mouse, reaching a hand to place on the man's arm. "Dr. Rhodes has plenty of money to get you and Farah out of this place." Just as she'd said that, a rat scurried across the hallway floor. "Better for you both, I say."

Farah glanced at Connor's face, seeing slight uncomfortability on the doctor's face. "We should be getting inside. Lovely seeing you, Dorothy."

"You remember about his mother, right?" She could feel Connor tense beside her, his gentle breathing coming to a halt. "Poor lady. I've always wondered how you were doing, Dr. Rhodes. It's great to see you in good health."

Connor nodded slowly, "thank you, ma'am."

"See you tomorrow, Dorothy." Mouse politely waved, moving to let his roommate and her date inside the apartment. "I'll go make some tea and coffee. What do you prefer, Connor?"

When the doctor didn't answer, Mouse opted to make him coffee with his own and left the two to talk.

"I'm sorry about her," Farah started, her head down. "She's nosy and she's the same age as my sweet mémé, so I away feel bad telling her I can't talk." She took a deep sigh.

"You didn't know she'd bring up my mom," Connor looked around the apartment, noticing the personal decorations. Photos of both Mouse and Farah's families, places in France (seemingly) and one of Mouse, Farah and Jay in front of the Eiffel Tower. "When did you guys go to France?"

"A week before you and I met." Farah thanked Mouse as he placed her full mug beside her, and placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of Connor.

"I wasn't entirely sure how you liked your coffee, so I just made you hot coco."

Connor nodded thankfully, "thanks, Mouse." He caught sight of a photo of Jay and Mouse in military uniforms. "So, you and Jay have known each other since your time in the Rangers?"

"Pretty much - we've been best friends since." He looked down at the woman beside him, gently stroking her hair. "So I've been put in charge of making sure Farah doesn't do anything stupid."

"What Jay doesn't know is Mouse encourages me," Farah chuckled, jokingly swatting Mouse. "It's almost 12, you can stay in the guest room tonight. I'll have to check what state it's in after Jay's sleepover though, I'll be right back."

Mouse smiled as his roommate left the shared living space to their spare bedroom. "How was dinner?"

"It was nice - she loves her job."

"She's amazing at it too," the brunet agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Connor couldn't disagree there. The little bits of her work he'd been able to see were performed to beyond his expectations. The way you could feel kindness and comfort radiate off her whenever she had to talk to victims in the ED made Connor's heart swell. He couldn't help it.

The one time he'd seen her 'jump-arrest' as suspect - as the Halstead brothers liked to call it - was one of the most incredible things he'd seen a cop do. Even if she went through a glass door.

"I'm guessing she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu."

"I couldn't persuade her otherwise."

Mouse laughed. "As stubborn as always, our Farah. She hates anyone spending money on her - I got her the bed in her room and she insisted on sleeping on the couch."

'Our Farah'. It played in Connor's head over and over. It was like a message tone that he couldn't get rid of. Mouse had meant it platonically, right? She'd mentioned that Mouse was her best friend at dinner, while Jay was like an older brother.

"Jay's that older brother that's always bothering you without truly meaning to. Well, he does sometimes, but that's Jay. You gotta love him for being able to joke. That's how he shows he really cares about you; if he feels like he can laugh and joke with you, he's comfortable. If he's all stone-faced and serious, he feels like he has to put on a front."

The look of admiration on Farah's face when she talked about her partner reminded Connor of the way he looked up to his sister, Claire. Or the way Claire looked at him.

Until he left Chicago.

Farah called Mouse and Jay 'her boys' at dinner. Then she mentioned that Kevin, Antonio and Adam were her boys too, since they also worked with her.

"Connor?"

"Hm?"

Mouse let out a breath, "I asked if she mentioned her family or her childhood; 'she' being Farah."

"Well, she mentioned France and how she grew up in Brighton with Evan. Then we talked about my childhood here." Connor remembered a thought from earlier in the evening. "Farah said something in, uh, French I think it was; something on the menu. Then she asked the waiter for the bill in Arabic. And I just mentioned her talking about France."

"Oh yeah, she's half French half Arab." Mouse nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside Connor. "She's more fluent in French than Arabic - better than any of us in the bullpen though. You should've seen her face when Ruzek tried to call her beautiful in French."

Connor snorted, "what'd he say?"

"Bella."

"Isn't that Spanish?"

"Antonio told him French and Spanish are that similar that some of the words are the same." Mouse shook his head with a smile, "bella means pretty in Spanish. Belle is beautiful in French."

"According to Adam they're close enough," Farah sighed, walking into the room. "I swear I'm going to give him French lessons one day." She turned to Connor, "the guest room is fine, a few of Jay's shirts and pants are still in the dressing table. If you fit them, I'm sure Jay won't mind you borrowing them tomorrow."

"He has plenty of clothes at his place," Mouse shrugged filling his now empty mug with water and leaving it in the sink. "I'm heading back to bed now, goodnight." He placed a kiss on Farah's forehead on the way to his room. "Don't stay up too late and don't be too loud - we have work tomorrow and I'm sure Jerry next door doesn't want to be woken up at this hour."

"Night, Greg," Farah called as the man disappeared into his bedroom. "If you need anything to eat or drink and neither of us are up yet, just take whatever. We pretty much have double of everything anyway."

She headed through the living room and around the corner to her bedroom, and Connor decided that he might as well take up the offer and sleep in the guest room - he wasn't going to ask Farah for a lift home at...12:26am when she already looked exhausted.

And it wasn't going to kill him to stay the night at her apartment.

[erin-gilberts]

no I simply cannot explain it and you will have to accept my bold take with no context, but physics students and art students are an example of "same vibes, different font" and both are among the strangest groups of people you'll ever meet