#my roommate: arguing with her project partner on the couch beside me

[wanderbythewayside]

there isn’t many things more infuriating than having someone take a work call in a communal living space and private calls are on thin fucking ice. great now i can’t watch tv or play a game with music because someone else decided to use a communal space for private reasons, great now i feel guilty for sitting on the couch while my roommate gets into a screaming match on the phone 2 ft from me 

[samshine99]

Love Me Tender.

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceRape/Non-Con

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Hamilton - Miranda

Relationships:

Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson Alexander Hamilton/James Madison John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette Alexander Hamilton & John Laurens & Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette & Hercules Mulligan

Characters:

Alexander Hamilton John Laurens Thomas Jefferson James Madison James Reynolds (mentioned) George Washington Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette Hercules Mulligan

Additional Tags:

Fluff Angst with a Happy Ending Emotional Hurt/Comfort Hurt/Comfort Threats of Rape/Non-ConJames Madison is a DickMutual PiningAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsAlpha Thomas JeffersonAlpha John Laurens Beta James Madison Omega Alexander Hamilton Love Confessions First Dates First Kiss

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Thomas Jefferson was hopelessly in love with his work partner, Alexander Hamilton. They worked very close together, Thomas would send documents and bills to Alexander and then Alexander would read over them. They would sometimes argue over them, seeing they had opposing political views. Thomas was the Republican Senator for Virginia.

Alexander Hamilton was a Democratic lawyer that fought with Thomas whenever the time came. However, Alex found Senator cute, insufferable, but cute. Today was their first meeting of the month, they had to discuss the latest bill the Republicans were trying to pass in Congress.

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“There is no way you can expect this to pass! Washington would never allow this!”, Alex said, rising from his chair.

“Well, good thing we don’t need his vote,” Thomas said angrily.

“OH MY GOD! Do you not know who our government, that you work for, works?!?!” Alex was exasperated. Thomas was getting on his last nerve. Jefferson was the dumbest person in the world, according to Hamilton. Alex had come up with a nickname for the senator, Jeffershit. Of course, he’d never call Thomas that to his face.

“Yes, I do know how it works.”

“Oh, so you know that Washington can veto the bill, right? Or have you forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten. This bill, however, does not need the President’s ok.”

Alexander rolled his eyes at Thomas. However, Alex had to admit, Jefferson was quite hot in his purple velvet suit. Alex wanted nothing more than for Thomas to bend him over, rip off his pants, and fuck him till he couldn’t walk anymore. However, he would not tell Jeffershit that.

“Thomas, you are the most idiotic person I have ever met. And so, for my sanity, please, take this bill off of my desk and get going. And if this passes, I will buy you dinner.”

“Alright fine. But for your knowledge, my favorite food is Mac & Cheese,” Thomas said as he sauntered out of the room, adding a little sway to his hips.

Alex shook his head and sat back down at his desk. Jesus, he wished Thomas would just fuck him already.

Ding! Alex looked down at his phone and saw a text from John.

Dude, can you pick up more hydrogen peroxide and dish soap? I need it for school tomorrow. And will totally NOT try the experiment at home. - John

Laurens, stop lying. But yes, I can pick it up. Don’t worry. - Alexander

Alex sighed and opened up his laptop. He opened up the email about his newest client. A woman that was raped was suing her rapist for $900,000. He was on the woman’s side. Thank God. He briefly looked over the report. It was pretty basic information. This case would be a piece of cake. The odds were stacked against this guy, James Reynolds.

He looked at the clock hanging above the door and saw that it was 7:00 pm. He needed to leave if he wanted to get to the store before it closed. The statement could wait one more day.

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Thomas heard the lock on his apartment door click and he looked up from the book he had been reading. In walked his roommate and fellow Senator, James Madison. Madison sighed and put his key in the bowl by the door.

“Hey Mads, you’ll never guess who I saw today,” Thomas said excitedly, as he put his book down.

“Lemme guess, Hamilton?”, Madison said, exasperated and sitting down. Jefferson nodded and presumed a position that was similar to a child sitting.

“He was wearing a green suit with black pants that hugged every curve and, God, believe me when I say that if I could, would have bent him over that desk and fucked him, hard. It was almost better than Mac & Cheese, and you know how much I love Mac & Cheese.”

“Yes I do, sadly. Why don’t you just ask him out? I mean, from what you say about him it seems he likes you”, Madison said , settling on the couch besides Jefferson.

“I’ll think about it, ok?”

“Alright, well, I gotta do some work but I’ll be out for dinner.” And on that note, Madison left the room. Thomas didn’t notice it, but when James left, he had glint in his eyes that seemed almost evil. Thomas picked up his book, and began reading his book as a smile that a only a schoolboy with a crush would have.

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“John, I’m home,” Aex said, putting the grocery bags down on the table.

“Eeeee, ALEX!” The younger man threw himself at Alex, knocking them to the ground. “You’ll never guess what happened to me today!” Before Hamilton could respond, Laurens was talking again. “I asked out that really cute TA and we have a date tomorrow night! Eeeee!”

“John, I’m happy for you and all but please, get off me,” Alex grunted.

“Oops, sorry.” John climbed off his friend and helped him up.

Alex stood and brushed himself off. “Well, Jefferson was wearing his mahogany suit and DAMN! He was so fine. I wish he would just bend me over and fuck him.”

“Hamilton, I love that you have this fiery passion in you for him, but could you maybe redirect that? Like, going out with your friends? Me and Herc miss going out with you,” John begged.

“Yea sure. What about this Friday? And if your date goes well, you can bring the “hot TA” out with us,” Alexander said.

“Sounds great. See ya later, he’s texting me. Foods in the fridge.” John walked away, buried in his phone, with a schoolboy grin across his face. Alex laughed on his way to the fridge. YES! John is the best roommate ever! John had made goat water and roti, which were his two favorite foods that his mom would make, before she died. Alex took his food and went to his room, to God knows what. But most likely to think about Jefferson railing him.

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The next morning James Madison left the apartment early for “work”. He did leave Thomas a note, saying he had to do some stuff before work and might be in late. Madison had some business to attend to and he hoped Jefferson wouldn’t mind what he was about to do.

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If Alexander knew what was going to happen when he went to work that day, he would never have gotten out of bed. But alas, he couldn't see the future so he got up and went to work.

He was at his desk reviewing the case when Sen. James Madison walked in.

“Hello Senator, please have a seat. What can I do or get for you?”, ALex said. The smirk on Madison’s face was making him nervous.

“Well, you’ve been quite the tease to my friend Jefferson, so I think we need to fix that.” Madison stood up, shut and locked Hamilton’s door.

“How-how ha-have I bee-been a-a tease,” Hamilton gulped.

“Oh, I think ya know.” By now, Madison was right in front of Hamilton. Madison moved to the side of the desk, Alex was at and pushed the other man down. Before Alex could make a noise, James was pulling down his pants and roughly massaging Hamilton’s ass.

“Please-please Mr. Madison stop.” That made the senate do the opposite. Soon, James’s thick cock was at his entrance. “You don’t have to do this,” Alex said, breathlessly.

“Oh, but I do,” James said, before pushing in dry. Alex let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. Soon, Madison was moving. Thrusting in and out, causing the lawyer no pleasure. Tears burned Alex's eyes and threatened to spill over. He just wanted this to be over. Even if he wanted to, Alex couldn’t get wet. Hamilton grit his teeth to hold back the screams that were quickly rising in his throat. “That’s a good boy. Keeping quiet.,” James said, moving faster. Soon, Madison was releasing in Alexander and pulled out. “Now, you're gonna ask Thomas on a date or I keep doing this until you do. Now, what’s it gonna be?” Alexander gulped.

“A-a-ask him on a da-da-date.”

“Good boy,” James said, patting Alex’s cheek before leaving. As soon as he left Alex broke down crying. He had just been raped. He didn’t know what to do. Should he call Laurens, go home, or-. No, Alex couldn’t tell Thomas. Hell, Thomas had probably put Madison up to this. Alex pulled himself together and opened his laptop. He opened his email and and started an email

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TO: Thomas Jefferson

FROM: Alexander Hamilton

~ Dear Mr. Senator,

Over these past couple years I have had the “pleasure of getting to know you. Over those years, feelings have started to develop. Not the feelings that you have for a friend. But, the feelings a 9th grade science teacher might get for the French teacher’s TA. And it might just be me but please, humor me and let me take you to dinner. There’s a new place that just opened up that specializes in making different, overly-expensive Mac & Cheese. So, either it’s fate or me projecting, but please let me take you out. For some Mac & Cheese at least. ~A.Ham

Alex hoped it sounded convincing and sent it. He walked out of his office, telling his secretary he was leaving. He thought about texting John, but he didn’t want to ruin Lauren’s mood.

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Thomas Jefferson was having a much better day than Hamilton. The alpha was sitting at his desk, when the email notification came in. He read over the email 2 times before even thinking about replying. Thomas was astounded. He didn’t think that Hamilton swung that way. The alpha thought that, from hours of stalking Hamilton on every form of social media, he had only dated women. Jefferson had been sure that Alex had been dating this alpha named Elizabeth. Hell, Alex had made a happy birthday post calling her, “one of the few alphas to put up with his shit”. But, Thomas could have been misreading the signs.

Before even thinking, Thomas Jefferson was writing out yes in all caps and pressing send. He had a hot date with the hottest man ever!

NOTES: So This is just the first part. I will be updating it here and on AO3. You can follow on either or both.

[captainjimothycarter]

Drabble idea: Steve and Peggy meet each other when they get assigned as lab partners in college.

So I uh never did something in college or HS that needed lab partners sooo this might be lacking. This might not be what you expected.

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“You like him,” Angie giggled behind her blueberry muffin. Her eyes were bright with the glee of a new topic to gossip on for that hour.

Peggy, for her sake, rolled her eyes as she stabbed at a piece of chicken with her fork and waved it threateningly in front of her roommate’s face. “We are lab partners. That’s it. Mr. Gregg, just thought it was a good idea to pair us together to be lab partners for this upcoming project. That’s it.” 

“Aw, c’mon, Pegs. You don’t see what I do. You go googley-eyes on him!”

“I do not.” 

“You talk about him all the time.”

“Because he’s in four of my six classes so I see him ninety percent of the week. It doesn’t mean I have some school-girl crush on him.”

“And,” Angie continued, promptly ignoring Peggy’s rebuttal. “You sit next to each other in class, even French. Face it, Pegs, you have a grade-A crush and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s adorable.”

Peggy had no response as she bitterly shoved the chicken into her mouth for one reason - Angie was right and she hated how right she was.

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“Whose the girl?” Sam asked Steve on his second day of classes after he’d waited for the blonde outside the room.

Steve peered up from the last-minute notes he was reviewing, watching Peggy walk by him after meeting her roommate. “Oh, uh, Peggy.”

“Peggy, huh? You sure spending lots of time lookin’ at her.” Sam was teasing, he could hear it dripping in his voice and Steve hated it. This would of course find its way back to Bucky to tease him about during his weekly phone call while out of state in the military.

“Sam, stop it. We’re just friends, ain’t nothing to it.”

“Sure, buddy, whatever you say but sooner or later it’s turnin’ into something else. I can see it happening. Just make sure I’m the best man at your wedding.”

“Please, you know that spots reserved for Bucky when I wound up marrying my easel.”

Because who’s gonna want to marry a 5’4, asthmatic, 92-pound guy that can’t even see straight without glasses? Not that Steve minded, he was happy alone and with friendships, but sometimes that loneliness did catch up to you.

And damn Sam to hell and back for being right.

A month and a half later, as Peggy walked away after promising to email him the extra credit assignment for Art History, Steve was fully aware that he had a crush on her.

And it was pathetic.

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“So,” Bucky sighed over the phone three months later. “Sam says you got a date with your lil’ crush tonight.”

He was going to kill Sam. “No, I have a lab assignment with Peggy tonight. It’s not a date. And she’s not a crush.”

“Even over a thousand miles away, Rogers, I can tell you’re lying. Sam, are his ears turning pink?”

Goddamnit, Steve regrets putting Bucky on speaker. Or even introducing Sam and Bucky. 

“Yeah, man. Bright shades of pink, oh his cheeks too. And his neck - hey you’re a full-body blusher. Pegs is gonna love that!”

As the boys laughed, Steve drew the hood of his jacket over his head and grumbled, shoving his books into his bag. “You two are idiots. I’m going to Peggy’s, don’t wait up.”

Before Bucky could respond, he hung up on him and then three minutes later sent him a text about how he missed him and how Sam really seems into him.

That’ll shut him up.

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Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late.

That’s what Peggy had told the asthmatic blonde when they met up after Astrology 101 to discuss the lab. Steve would be coming over to her place, they would go over their notes, the assignment, and then head down to the lab at their scheduled time.

It was not a date, no matter what she told Angie. This was not a date. This was just two friends, no two co-students, acquaintances getting together to complete an assignment. 

So who cared if she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or if she wondered at times if his lips looked as soft as they felt. Or worried about him when he wasn’t in class or late and looked so flushed and yet relieved when he saw her there. Or the time she skipped class because her period cramps were too much and Steve looked so relieved to see her the next day. 

She thought about that look in his eyes often and hated how it gave her goosebumps, she hated how it made her stomach clench and butterflies to form. She tried to talk to Michael about it, but the man was just as hard to get ahold of and when he wasn’t, he teased her as all big brothers did.

Then proclaimed if she fell for a Yank, he was gonna revoke her English rights.

The prat.

8 o’clock and no Steve.

Peggy thought about calling him, a little worried because he wasn’t the type to be late. She decided to wait until half an hour. Half an hour and if Steve wasn’t’ here, she’d call him. Luckily, she didn’t have to because at 8:18 Steve showed up, face flushed, wheezing, and his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Oh you poor thing,” was the first thing out of her mouth, the worry and anxiety melting off of her. She should be mad that he was late or mad that she thought he stood her up, but she was just relieved. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

Taking him by the arm, she leads him inside and straight on her couch, bustling off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a snack cake. The guy looked peckish.

“Oh, I…” He shouldn’t like the fact she was doting over him, in fact, he should hate it, but by her doting, over him, it meant she was touching him and he liked that. “I had an asthma attack.”

It sounded like it took everything in him just to admit that and Peggy tried to ignore how that kicked-puppy look tugged on her heart. Steve hated pity and she wasn’t pitying him, she was worried. There was a difference.

“I’m okay now,” he continued, sipping on the water. “I guess I just got worked up and kinda lost and…” His thin shoulders shrugged as if to brush the fact he has a medical emergency off. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re sorry?” The words came from her before she could help it. He was sorry for what? Having a medical emergency? 

It didn’t do any good when Steve flinched at her accusing tone.

“Steven, by no means should you be sorry. Yes, I was worried but you’re here now and you’re okay. It’s behind us. Do you still want to go to the lab? I could just reschedule us.”

“If we reschedule now it might take us two weeks to get a spot and we’ll be crunched for time.” He looked genuinely worried, eyes wide. “I’ll be fine. We can head over now.”

There was little argument from Peggy on that end. Steve was right, if they rescheduled then it could take them a while but that’s not what sold the deal. The fact she got more time with him as of right now was better than waiting.

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“How’d you get lost?” Peggy asked, driving a stoic Steve from his thoughts as they braved the cold air after spending three and a half hours in the lab. It was now officially Saturday, meaning they could sleep in. Angie wasn’t home and wouldn’t be home until noon tomorrow, so she was looking forward to peace and quiet. 

Steve drew his scarf tighter around his face, looking up at her with cocked eyebrows. It was going to snow, he could feel it in his aching bones. “Oh. Uh, when I get an asthma attack I get...disorientated. Everything looked the same, I didn’t wanna call for help cause I was fine.”

Peggy couldn’t help herself in rolling her eyes. “I think we both have a different definitions of fine, Mr. Rogers. You are certainly not fine. I can still hear you wheezing and you had a hard time concentrating on the measurements tonight.”

She frowned as she watched him pat his pockets, obviously searching for something. “You okay, Steve?”

“My inhaler! I thought I had it on me, but I think I left it in your dorm. I-I’ll be fine without it, I can get it in the morning.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you are not waiting until morning to get a life-saving device because of...what? You don’t want to be seen in my dorm? It’s co-ed, I can assure you that it’s fine!”

“I just don’t...want...people to assume or-or get you in trouble. Or...or…” His cheeks were heating up bright pink, Peggy found she adored the color on his cheeks.

“Or…” She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, her hand snatching out to grab at a lamp post to keep from falling on a section of ice. It was already starting to snow around them, the ground cold enough to make it stick.

Steve cursed as he wrapped his arms around her chest, preventing her from falling. Both of their faces flushed, Steve’s more than Peggy’s at this point. The second they both were stable, he let go and took an unnecessary step away from her.

“Thank you,” she breathed, clearing her throat. “I think that decides that Steve, you’re staying with me tonight. Don’t worry, Angie is out tonight with her gal. I’m not risking you out in this storm.”

There was no point in arguing with Peggy, Steve knew this by now. He’s seen her debate lesser and greater minds than his in class and absolutely destroy them. Besides, part of him liked this idea, staying with her for the night. Maybe if he got enough courage he could ask her out, tell her how he felt or something. 

If he was anything like Bucky, he knew what he’d do. He’d whoo her and kiss her. But he wasn’t Bucky or Sam. He had no social skills with girls but he liked Peggy. 

“Home sweet home,” Peggy sighed when they were finally inside, their wet clothed stripped off and drying on the heater now. She sat Steve on the couch and bundled him in a bunch of blankets, coming back from the kitchen with two steaming cups of hot chocolate.

Sitting on the couch, she wiggled under the pile of blankets, not to much of Steve’s protest. Her thigh was touching his at this point. “Oh, you’re warm,” she breathed, sounding surprised. 

“Amazingly,” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think it’s the third cup of hot chocolate you’re forcing in me.”

He yawned as he said this, his face was suddenly drawn in a show of how exhausted he was. He looked so adorable when he yawned, his nose wrinkled up. He still had a smudge of ink on his forehead from when he was rubbing his brow in frustration.

“I’ve always said hot chocolate is good for the soul. Much better than any tea you have here.” Tapping on her laptop screen, she was happy to get Netflix up and hit the next episode on Chopped. 

Steve didn’t even make it to the second round of the episode, unsure of who was sent home for an overcooked risotto or missed basket ingredient. He was asleep, slumping into Peggy.

He was quite warm, Peggy noted, easing Steve down to her lap. He was warm and looked so adorable when asleep. That walk and asthma attack must’ve taken a lot of out of him, regardless of what he told her. At least he was resting now in her arms.

This isn’t where Peggy thought she’d end up tonight, but it’s a place she’d glad to be.

[xmalereader]

Javier Pena X Male Reader

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Summary: And they were roommates *Le gasp*

Warnings: Language, Sarcasm, Javi being an asshole at first, Spanish. Italics means it’s in Spanish or I will write it in Spanish because this child speaks it!!

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“Senora, Rosa please.” A young adult male follows around a middle aged women as she walks around the apartment building that he was living in. “I said, I would allow anyone to live here but I don’t have the time for a roommate I need to focus on my projects and whoever this guy is they could ruin my life—!”

“Ya!!” Señora Rosa shouts out as she twirls around to stand in front of y/n with an angry look on her face.

Never anger a middle aged Colombian women.

“Estoy cansada de escuchando te!”

She was tired of listening to his complaints he’s been complaining to her all day about him not wanting a roommate at the moment but as the landlord she was either going to force him or throw him out. So of course, y/n silently agrees to allow his new roommate to settle into his own apartment.

He was going to regret sharing a place with a stranger, as much as he enjoyed having company around he just couldn’t help but want to be alone whenever he’s at home and not have someone on his constant back every single day.

“He’s a nice young man, you’ll like him.” Said Senora Rosa as she gives him a grin and hands him a spare key to hand to his new roommate to be.

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Javier was moving back to Colombia for a short period of time, after being caught a couples of years back he was allowed to return back with new information and work in a much bigger position then his last. He’s going to be honest he missed Murphy, his trustworthy partner that he actually got a long with unlike the other partners he had in the past but that all ended once they caught Escobar, Murphy got what he wanted and returned back to America to live with his wife and daughter. Leaving Javi on his own once again.

Once he returned to Colombia to continued working for the DEA, he first needed a place to stay at and moving into his old apartment won’t work since they were all taken. So, before he could arrive he remembers finding any available place, he could stay there but as long as he can handle a roommate. Something that Javier wasn’t up to do but he had no choice but ot take the place wether he likes it or not.

He’s spoken to the landlord about his sudden roommate, she only told him that he was a quiet man and mainly stayed home focusing on his art work. Turns out that his roommate was a painter and worked over seas during a couple of months, but this year his roommate wont be going anywhere.

Javier made sure that his stuff was sent earlier to the apartment, he hasn’t gotten his key yet so he had to knock in order to get inside his new place. He stands outside and waits for the other to answer, he hears slight commotion on the other side of the door and hopes that his roommate wasnt having sex in the middle of the living room or something.

The door swings open to reveal a young man, he looked a little younger than Javier and more American looking but that didn’t matter to him. “Can I help you?” The other asks as he stands in front of the doorway with a rag in his hands, he noticed that they were covered in paint which is why he was cleaning them off. “New roommate? You Y/n?”

The other groans softly and sighs, “Yeah.” He pushed the door wider for him to enter as he walks back to the living room. His place was big, big enough for a family to live in. “So you’re Javier right?” Y/n asks as he tossed the dirty rag on the kitchen counter and turns on the sink to properly clean his hands. Javier watched him closely and nods. “Yeah, Rosa tell you?”

“Something like that,” y/n mumbles out and dries off his hands. “Listen; if you’re going to be staying here theirs going to be some rules.” Javier leans against the counter and pulls out a cigarette, putting the between his lips as he sighs. “And they are?”

Y/n approached him and removes the cigarette from his lips. “First rule, I don’t allow smoking. If you are going to be living under my roof then you are going to keep my air clean. If you want to smoke you’ll have to do it outside and if I notice that you smoked indoors I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He hissed out and tossed the cigarette in the garbage. “Second rule; No drinking either.”

“You’re kidding right?” This guy was taking away everything that he liked doing when he was alone but he was going to have to live with it. Sighing deeply he rubs his temples and nods. “Fine, anything else?” He was tired and just wanted to get some rest before he heads off to work tomorrow morning.

Y/n taps his chin in a childish way as he puts on a thinking face. “Oh right! How could I forget?” He laughs out, making his way around the kitchen, grabbing an apple and a knife. “If you want to have you’re little fun wiht your lady friends, you’ll have to do that at their place. I don’t allow that here.”

That was it, he crossed the line.

“Now, you can’t do that. I live here so I might as well and put some rules down myself!” Javier exclaimed in anger. “Oh, yeah and what’s that?” Y/n questions as he held the knife up and points it at javiers face, threatening him. “This is my apartment, I slaved and I slaved to earn the money that I need to move here. So don’t you dare say that you own this place when you don’t. So, if you so badly hate the rules then you might as well and find yourself another place to live.” With that he silenced Javier.

“You’re crazy.” Javier mumbled out as he watched him closely.

“Thank you, I take that as a compliment.” He finish’s cutting up his apple and smiles at Javier. “Make yourself at home.” He added and leaves back to the living room to continue on with his projects that he left behind.

Javier rubs his face in frustration. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

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After living with y/n for two months, Javier was quick to get adjusted to the place and to the rules. Their morning routines for the first couple of days were horrible, the two would argue about one of them making coffee and the other wanting to make tea. Same with breakfeast, y/n would be up early making food and blasting music which irritated Javier so much. He knows that the other had to be up early as well and do his own work, but Javier just couldn’t stand the blasting music.

But the two were able to work it out. The two made a plan for every morning and were to stick with it for the last two months. The two were quick to become friends, sometimes Javier would come home late and would sometimes buy them a pizza and the two would sit together in the living room and just talk about their burdens.

“Anything new on your project?” Javi asks and leans back on the couch. After living with Y/n for the last two months he noticed that he was an artist and would often spend his time standing in the living room in front of a colorful canvas or a blank one when he can’t think of anything. He was quiet famous for his work and would sometimes sell his own pieces, he didn’t get much but it was enough for him to live here in Colombia and to get the materials that he needed.

“Not yet...” he sighs out and grabs a slice of pizza. Lying down on the couch as he eats it and stares over at his blank canvas. “I would go outside or out in the country but it’s not safe right now. So, might as well and find another way to get inspiration.” He shrugs his shoulders and chewed on his food.

Javier chuckled a little and rolled his eyes. “You usually paint things from nature, why not paint out a portrait of some one? Or of something that happens in the streets?” He asks.

Y/n blinks at the thought and slowly sat up. “You know what? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I mean I’ve never actually painted anyone before so its going to take awhile for me to do at least one portrait.” He says with a smile. Smirking a little at Javier, he sits up properly with his legs crossed.

“Wanna be my model?” He wiggles his brows with a grin on his face.

Javier raised a brow himself and shakes his head. “I prefer not to.”

“Come on, why not?”

“I’m not a model.”

Y/n scoffs and rolled his eyes, “that doesn’t matter and besides its a simple tasks you just stand there and look pretty. I’ll draw you like one of my French girls.” He grins at Javier and laughs a little. Javier rolled his eyes. “Still, no.” And with that he tossed his pizza crust back inside the pizza box and stands up to go to the balcony and have a smoke. Y/n groans in frustration and shakes his head, he watched Javier leave the living room and go outside , he watched as he stands their and began to smoke which causes an idea to quickly come in mind. He scrambles out of the couch and grabs his sketchbook and a pencil, he sits in front of the entrance of the balcony and began to sketch out Javier. He makes sure that he isnt notice as his hand moves fast against the paper, making sure to get the smaller details so when he paints it out he’lol just have to look at his sketchbook.

He kept looking up at Javier and the back down to his sketchbook, he finishes his body form and his face. grinning as he draws out the eyes before he hears the sound of the balcony door being pushed open. He slaps his sketchbook closed and looks up.

“what were you doing?” Javier asks as he cleans up the mess that they have made. Y/n gives him an innocent smile. “Just drawing what catches my eye.” He replies back before standing up and tucking his sketchbook behind his canvas. “Need help cleaning?”

“Yeah, unless you want to live in a mess and from the looks of it you sort of do.” He gestured around the house where several paintings materials and finishes paintings were being laid around. “My house is clean you jackass.” Y/n says back and takes the trash with him. “Don’t judge me or else you can leave.” He pouts out.

Javier shakes his head with a laugh, he’s usually a closed off person and didn’t show much emotion but living wiht y/n, even though it was for a short period of time, he seemed to open up and be himself only around the other young man that he’s grown to like.

[sevngmin]

dreams of dreams

synopsis: what happens when two broke college students live together, out of their own will?

a/n: a spinoff from @changbeanie ‘s hyunjin au, do give it a read<3 also, this took quite a while as i had school too,,, rip

genre: fluff, lowkey enemies-to-lovers!au but not rlly, college!au based off The Last Summer on Netflix

listen to: Bloom-Troye Sivan

member: jisung

word count: 3,554

[0830]

College.

You were prepared for the monotonous lecturers, back-to-back assignment deadlines and dreaded 9am classes. Even better, your best friend introduced you(or rather, helped you to find) an apartment right beside hers and a cute roommate. Everything seemed so well planned out. You were a broke media and communications major, and you basically blew almost all of your life savings on the latest MacBook Pro your school made you buy before you started the school term.

Luckily, your parents offered to pay your school fees and rent, on top of giving you a weekly allowance. You couldn’t ask for more, in fact, you had more than what you asked for. You were grateful, to say the least.

However, you wished you had more patience for untidy people, especially your roommate, Han Jisung.

You didn’t expect much from Jisung, in fact, you did not even expect anything from a friend of a friend. You thought he was just a shy, cute, introverted music production major that would at least, have the courtesy to clean up his dirty clothes strewn on the floor for whatever reason.

You weren’t that much of a clean freak, to be honest. You yourself wasn’t the cleanest of people but you’d at least clean up once every 2 days or so.

Jisung... not really.

You have lived with him for about 2 months or so and became good friends with him. You would be damned, Jisung was almost the embodiment of boyfriend, kind eyes, soft, plump lips, not very tall but still tall enough to tower over you, a good sense of humour, good at his major, probably enough life savings to last him till the workforce, and more traits you couldn’t think of because he was that perfect.

Almost, you would stress. Because of his untidiness, which was the cause of 80% of the accidents you encountered ever since you moved into the apartment with him. You have screeched at the boy countless times for his untidiness, which, your friend had warned you about but didn’t take into consideration as you had more than what you can ask for.

You really didn’t expect Jisung to be that messy.

“Han Jisung!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, as you picked up the what seemed like the 5th article of clothing that wasn’t yours.

“Ah, so there it was!” Jisung’s face lightened up as he saw the t-shirt you were holding, only to be disappointed when you tossed it into the laundry basket before he could even reach for it.

“You have no idea,” You seethed, “How many times I nearly fell to my death because of your clothes, Han Jisung.”

“I told you I’ll clean it up!” Jisung argued, now picking up his own clothes, “It wasn’t that long anyway.” 

You sighed in exasperation, pinching your nose bridge, “Yeah, a week wasn’t that long for me to fall on my butt countless times.”

“Then why are you wearing my clothes?” Jisung retorted, pointing at the dark purple hoodie that was indeed, way too oversized for your petite figure.

Your face reddens, then you cleared your throat, “I might have stolen it but-- that’s not the point! You should clean up like, once every two days or something.”

“I’m busy!”

“So am I!”

“I’ll treat you to fried dumplings later.” Jisung proposed, which made your eyes light up with excitement.

“At the one near our school?” You nearly drooled at the thought of your favourite fried dumplings, blinking your eyes.

“Yes, now eat your breakfast, we’re almost late.” Jisung pushed you to the breakfast table which had two bowls of cereal, ready to eat.

You could never get angry at Jisung for long, especially when he knew the way to forgiveness was through your stomach.

[1630]

you: hey

messy brat: what’s up

messy brat: i swear if you ditch on us again im not buying you food anymore

you: yeah but this time i really have a project to complete,,, like actually

messy brat: what project is it

you: come over to the video editing studio then

messy brat: aight

“Thanks for helping me out,” you thanked  Hyunjin as you took off your headphones, hanging them on the video camera, “media and communications isn’t that fun after all, huh.”

“You learn a little bit of everything so I guess that would be helpful in the future,” Hyunjin smoothened out his shirt, slouching into the seat, “I guess that’s a more stable future than dancing.”

Just then, the heavy door of the video editing room opened, revealing a lethargic Jisung, auburn hair messily covered with a bucket hat, airpods snugly stuck into his ears. Today was one of the days he decided to dress up, with a white button up short sleeved shirt and black bermudas. You have seen this many times; in the apartment where he would lazily throw off his shoes somewhere in the nirvana of the shoe closet, then plopping himself face-first on the sofa. Then you would nag at him to shower before he falls asleep on the couch and then forgets to do his assignments. But he always manages to hustle his work right before class starts and get an A. You didn’t know how, but he still does.

Weirdly, today your heart raced fast, aching a little at the sight of your tired roommate. He must’ve sat through a 3-hour lecture which he had absolutely no interest in, and then rush over to you, looking forward to eating dumplings but instead ending up at the most desolate end of the campus.

“That was fast,” You noted, ignoring your racing heart, “and yeah, I’m doing some video thing for my project.”

“Hey,” Jisung greeted Hyunjin, who suspiciously eyed the both of you but left the studio quietly, “When is it due?”

“Next week,” You sighed as you leaned onto the creaky revolving chair your school never replaced at the editing station, “I even have to use two software for this. Premiere Pro and ProTools. Premiere Pro is fine but ProTools’ such a pain, like, I accidentally keep deleting parts that I need, then record them again.”

Jisung took his seat beside you on another creaky revolving chair, then with a few clicks of the mouse, your audio track was in one beautiful piece, running smoothly with no awkward cuts or dead air.

“H-how...” You scratched your head, still in awe of how Jisung could get your job done in supposedly 3 minutes when you couldn’t even get it properly done in 3 hours.

“ProTools can be pretty intimidating if you’re not using it regularly,” Jisung explains, helping you add in more of the audio tracks that you were going to get to, “Once you get the hang of it, it’s almost like your best friend.”

You nodded mindlessly, only registering half of whatever Jisung was saying. You just didn’t get it, some people are naturally talented, cute, good talkers, or all of them. Jisung was one of them, (annoyingly)talented at seemingly everything he touches. You shook your head, getting those thoughts out of your head. Crushing on your roommate was not going to do you any good, in fact, it will only make it more awkward when both of you practically live in the same space. 

“I kinda need an intro, outro and background song for the video...” You bit your lip, “Could you help me with that?”

“I do have a few tracks I made when I was bored, but I need to make one more suitable one for your background music.” Jisung tapped his chin, slightly immersing himself in his thoughts, “Give me two days, tops. I’ll bring it over here and help you edit it in.”

“Really?” You really didn’t expect Jisung to help, sending him a sincere smile, “Thanks Jisung, it means a lot.”

“Woah, where did the dorm y/n go?” Jisung joked, raising his eyebrows, “You’re really different when you’re in school.”

“That’s only because you don’t clean up.” You stuck your tongue out, walking over to the video recorder. “I need you in my interview too. You’re the one person I need to complete the video and I’m good to edit the whole thing.”

“Don’t forget to thank me when you get a 4.0 on this module,” Jisung nudged you playfully, taking his seat behind the camera. “I’m ready.”

“Ready, 3, 2, 1, action!”

Hello Jisung, thank you for agreeing to this interview. For the viewers of this programme, can you introduce yourself briefly?

Hello, I am Han Jisung, a music production major.

So Jisung, have you had any childhood crushes?

I did, there was this girl who was my partner in kindergarten and we would always sit together at lunch. We would hold hands and make our way to the canteen, and play with toys together during playtime. I never saw her again after kindergarten though, we went to different schools after that.

Have you dated before?

Yes, I have, but it was only with 1-2 girls. We barely dated for a week and then we broke up. Our interests didn’t align I guess. I studied pretty hard back in high school to be a music production major in this college, hence I had no time to date around or develop a crush on anyone at that point in time. So far in college, I haven’t dated though.

Do you have a crush right now? If so, do describe her briefly.

I do. She’s nice, pretty and caring. She’s also very hard working and very driven. Sometimes she does tell me off too much but that’s for my own good so I can’t really fault her with that. She’s also good at her major, even though sometimes she stresses herself out too much over it. I wished she feels the same though because it would be really awkward for us if I made the move and she doesn’t reciprocate.

Care to explain?

We... are in this point of friendship where it can either end badly or well. By ending well I mean, we would end up dating or eventually being a thing. By ending bad... she might not talk to me for the rest of the time we’re friends or.. not even friends anymore.

Thank you for agreeing to this interview. Would you like to leave a few words for your crush and the viewers?

For the viewers, don’t be afraid to like someone. It’s normal and people have feelings. Don’t be a home wrecker though. That’s bad. As for my crush... I’m not sure if she’ll see this but I hope that she’s eating well and sleeping well. Assignment deadlines are coming and I don’t want her to stress out so much. Also, I’m not sure when I’ll confess to her about my feelings but I’ll accept whatever choice she makes.

[2230]

“Who’s that lucky girl?” You teased Jisung, taking out your airpods momentarily, “Your crush.”

Jisung shrugged, tapping away on his laptop, “I could be lying for all you know.”

You threw a pillow at Jisung, “You’re not supposed to lie! I’ll make you record the whole thing again if you really lied.”

“Okay, I didn’t” Jisung defended himself with his arms in the air in defeat, “I’m not telling you. Crushes are supposed to be a secret.”

You threw your head backwards in laughter, “What are you? 8? We don’t pull this kind of crap anymore.”

“Just focus on editing, miss y/n,” Jisung mock glared at you, “It’s due next week and all you care about is the identity of my crush? How boring must’ve my interview been.”

“It’s actually one of the more interesting ones,” You commented, trimming the unwanted parts of the interview, like Jisung mocking you, putting his face too close to the camera for no reason, and him tripping over his words. Cute, but your lecturer would think of it as unprofessional. “I just need to cut out your stupid antics. What a waste of my memory on my hard drive.”

“You could’ve just put it in the bloopers,” Jisung muttered, “Also, I’m done with your music.”

You scooted over to sit beside Jisung, sharing one of his airpods as the music played, he somehow knew what you wanted, just the perfect vibe of the song that fitted your interviews. Your cheeks blushed slightly at the proximity of the both of you, laptops on your laps and old comforter draped lazily over your legs. You were so close, you could smell the remnants of cologne Jisung sprayed on this morning. He smelled of warm cotton, in addition to the calming music Jisung made for the background music, lulling you to slumber within a few minutes.

“How is it? Do you--” Jisung sat up excitedly, expecting a response from you, but only to see your eyes shut, head nestled ever so slightly on his chest. He smiled to himself, then gently draping over the comforter over your body. Jisung tucked a stray hair behind your ear, taking in your peaceful and steady breathing. 

As he inched closer, he wanted to know how your lips still remained pink even after removing your makeup(not like you needed any, he thought to himself, you were even more beautiful without it), and how they would feel on his.

Before he could place his lips on yours, he snapped out of his sleepy reverie and shifted to a more comfortable position for you, sighing to himself, 

“Goodnight and sweet dreams, my dear crush.”

[1130]

There you were, seated in the video editing studio again, trying to add a few finishing touches to your assignment. Everything was going well, until Protools decided to crash on you, letting all your efforts thus far of editing audio go to waste.

You buried your face in your palm for what seemed like the 10th time, trying to compose yourself. At times like this, you would very much appreciate Jisung’s help.

As if Jisung heard your thoughts, the boy busted through the door, this time with two cups of iced coffee, “I ended early, so I figured if I could help out before you submit your assignment.”

“Thanks, Jisung,” You accepted the iced coffee gratefully, giving your roommate a side hug, “Protools crashed on me again. Also, I have some problem with the mic. The levels don’t seem to be right and I have to submit this in 4 hours please help me I’m panicking.”

“Woah okay, chill,” Jisung settled his drink and backpack down, taking his seat beside you and putting his arm on the back of your seat, “Before you start recording, check the gain and buttons on the console. Maybe someone was trying to be a bitch and messed with them. Also, how many times did I tell you to save your session after every change? Protools isn’t always ‘healthy’ you know? Protools will crash at times too.”

Jisung started to notice the worry traced on your face, then scooted closer to you and held your hands in his, “I know the deadline’s in a few days, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re actually doing so so good? Even for someone who doesn’t major in music production. I’m sure your file isn’t lost somewhere, we can retrieve it. And I’m here to help you too, hmm? I’m pretty sure your classmates don’t have a ‘music major friend’ privilege.”

Your face started to redden, not only at Jisung’s words but also the proximity, he was so close, if you were a little closer you would kiss him right there and then. The video editing studio didn’t seem so cold anymore, but rather warm with the body heat the both of you were radiating at this very moment.

Too close... to remain friends?

You pulled away from Jisung, eyes avoiding his, “Y-yeah... sure. The stress just got to my head so I kinda took it out on you, sorry.”

“It’s fine, we all get stressed sometimes.” Jisung grabs the mouse and like before, your work was recovered in just a few clicks, “I got it back. Your clip seems fine, I think it’s good to go.”

“Wow um, thanks Jisung.” You really had no idea what to say other than “thank you” to Jisung, he had been more than of what you could ask for throughout your editing process, also being especially nice and patient when explaining technical terms to you. Now all that’s left to do is to confess to him, but you were scared to ruin the precious friendship the both of you shared thus far.

Too close... to ruin it all.

“Don’t you have some showcase thing?” Jisung comments as he saves the project, dropping it into your hard drive, “I heard from Felix that you guys have it.”

“I was just about to ask you,” You crossed your legs on the chair, facing Jisung, “I’d want you to come to the showcase.”

Jisung pauses, as light pink dusted his cheeks, “M-me?”

“Who else?” You smiled, looking around, “Unless there’s another Jisung that I don’t know about...”

“H-hey don’t scare me like that,” Jisung stutters, bringing his attention back to the desktop, “It’s not funny.”

“I’m kidding, friend.” You joked, taking a sip of the slightly diluted iced coffee.

“Friend?” Jisung turned his head, tilting to one side, hurt ever so slightly cast in his eyes.

You couldn’t read that expression, confused, tilting your head like his, “What about it?”

“Nothing.” Jisung shook his head, removing the hard drive, handing it to you.

Little did you know, hidden inside Jisung’s backpack was a mini bouquet of your favourite dried flowers.

[2145]

As the end credits rolled around, you sensed an invisible weight being lifted off your shoulders, many sleepless nights worth of edits was indeed, worth it. Not to mention that Jisung probably pulled those all-nighters with you too, alongside completing his own work or even music for your project.

You were complimented with many praises from your classmates, some grumbling that they wouldn’t get their 4.0 thanks to you, also from the other tutors in the lecture theatre. You were so glad that your efforts paid off, and you would score a decent grade in at least one of the modules, for the first time in a while.

Your eyes followed Jisung despite being overwhelmed with people after the showcase, the boy patiently waiting at the foot of the podium for you. He changed out of his usual t-shirt you saw him this morning, to a ralph lauren plain sky blue dress shirt and dark blue calvin klein jeans. You knew Jisung owned a few dress shirts and saw him in them multiple times, but you knew exactly what it was that made him look extra handsome this time around.

It wasn’t the brand, but rather your crush on him that painted him in a very different light as compared to the past.

And you were prepared to tell him.

“I think you’re ready for Hollywood,” Jisung joked as he made shy strides towards you, hands snugly tucked in his pockets, “that video was really well made.”

‘Thank you, J.One,” You teased back, him grimacing at your joke, “your music made the video a whole lot better. I really do owe you one, Jisung.”

“Well, then before we go for fried dumplings,” Jisung reached into his backpack, handing you a small bouquet of your favourite dried flowers, “Here’s for my roommate, future filmmaker extraordinaire.”

You gasped, taking the bouquet in your hands, “Jisung! You really shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”

“It was meant to be for something else,” Jisung eyed the bouquet warily, “but since you wanted to stay friends, it's a congratulation gift now.”

“What? Stay friends?” You stared at your roommate in confusion.

“I like you, y/n.” Jisung confessed, “I wanted to confess with that bouquet of flowers back in the editing studio but you called me a friend so I thought... you wanted to stay friends and nothing more.”

Jisung smiles sadly to himself, then looking back at you, “I just thought I would make myself clear before... you potentially hate me. I’ll respect your decision! If you don’t like me back... I’m fine with it. As long as you are happy--”

You interrupted Jisung by gently placing your lips on his, your hands ever so slightly crumpling the dress shirt he actually bothered to wash this morning. You pulled away, only to be pulled back by Jisung, lips now moving to deepen the kiss he waited for so long. You nearly melted in his arms, head dizzy with euphoria as your lips locked with his every fleeting moment. The boy gently pulled away, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “Does this mean you like me too?”

You planted a kiss on Jisung’s slightly swollen lips again, smiling to your new boyfriend, “Yes, I like you too, Jisung.”

[geekprincess26]

Wing Woman

Written for Day 4 of Jon x Sansa Fanfiction’s 15 Days of Valentine’s challenge.  Contains normal amounts of cussing used by ticked-off university students.

“Margaery Tyrell, do you even know what the phrase ‘Buzz Off’ means?”

Sansa’s best friend rolled her eyes.  “Please, Sansa.  I left middle school a long time ago.  I believe the phrase ‘Fuck Off’ is more appropriate in this case, and before you ask, no, I won’t.  You should know by now that fucking off your case is strictly against my personal moral code.”  Sansa’s mouth opened, but Margaery raised her hand palm upward.  “You’re going on the damn date.  End of discussion.”

Sansa sighed.  “‘Talk to the hand,’ Marg?  Are you that sure you ever left middle school?”

The other girl merely lowered four of the fingers of her raised hand so that only one was left raised in her friend’s direction.

Sansa rolled her eyes. “‘Talk to the finger.’  Even more appropriate.”

Margaery grinned. “Actually, it’s perfectly appropriate in this case, since it’s been a bloody year and you still refuse to get over the biggest douchebag on the planet.”  She cut off her friend’s reply with a wag of her finger, which was still turned firmly upright.  

“Not that I and this entire bloody floor haven’t told you a billion times already,” she continued, “but Joffrey fucking Baratheon does not deserve your fucking moping.  And not that Mya and Jeyne and I haven’t told you a trillion times already, since you and your brilliant brain haven’t noticed, almost any bloody guy on this campus is better than he is.  And there are a few of them that might even actually deserve a shot with you.”

Sansa raised both eyebrows. “Finished?” she finally asked. Margaery rolled her eyes again and showed every indication of continuing her rant, but this time it was Sansa who cut the other girl off.

“Like I told you and Mya and Jeyne and everybody else,” she returned, “I’m busy studying, which is actually what I came to university to do – ”

“Oh, gods.”  Margaery threw both hands into the air.  “As if we don’t all know you’ve had straight As whether or not you’ve been dating Joffrey or anybody else, Sansa.”  She plopped herself onto the corduroy fuchsia couch she’d contributed to the tiny sitting area of the quadruple dormitory room shared by herself, Sansa, and their best friends Mya Stone and Jeyne Poole.  “And if you could get As while putting up with his – ” she twirled one hand through the air – “especially disgusting forms of misbehavior, gods know you can get them when you’re actually dating a decent guy.” She sighed again with a depth that earned her another glare from Sansa.  “Again, not that you’ve been willing to try even one date with any of the more than decent guys I’ve tried getting you to consider.”

Sansa set down her East Asian art class textbook on the end table next to the couch’s matching fuchsia chair, which she was currently occupying.  “And believe it or not,” she said, her voice softening, “I do occasionally appreciate your insane attempts to restrict my future boyfriends to the ‘decent’ category.”  She held her fingers up in the shapes of quotation marks to emphasize her last two words.  “Although I would have appreciated them more if you’d waited longer than two months after the last one – ” to this day, she refused to say the actual name of the boy who, when she’d finally confronted him with irrefutable evidence of his cheating, had laughed in her face for taking so long to catch him at it – “to make them.”

Margaery had the grace to look a tiny bit abashed, which Sansa knew was the most she could hope for.

“But,” she continued, “may I remind you that I have in fact been on a few dates since then – ”

The other girl waved her hand.  “Oh, please, Sansa,” she said.  “They weren’t picked or approved by me.”

“Oh, gods.”  Sansa rolled her eyes again.  “They were perfectly good possibilities to begin with.”

“And mine weren’t?”

Sansa shot her a dirty look. “Your suggestions are not my type, Marg. They consist overwhelmingly of hipsters and gamers.”

Margaery glared at her. “If you’d be willing to try even one guy that’s not quite your type, Sansa, you might be pleasantly surprised for once.  Maybe you’d even find another ‘type’ that suits you better than you think.”  She sighed.  “Anyway, you’ll be happy to know that the guy I picked for you this time is, in fact, your type.”

Sansa shot her a suspicious look.  Margaery raised an eyebrow and brought one hand up to tick off the fingers of the other.

“He’s tall, blonde, handsome, and an art student,” she said.  “I mean it.  You might actually like this one.  Besides, you’ll be with twenty other people, so if you don’t like him, you can always try checking out one of the other girls’ dates.”  She winked.

“Oh, gods, Margaery.” Sansa stood up and headed for the bedroom.  “I am not having this conversation any more.”

Margaery only shrugged. “They’re all blind dates, Sansa. It’s not like you’re stealing anyone’s boyfriend or anything.”  She bit her lip.  “Sorry, bad choice of words.  But you know what I mean.”  Her face brightened back into the mischievous grin she’d produced when she’d first announced that she had obtained Sansa a partner for Red Keep Hall’s annual Valentine’s Day group date, in which the roommates and friends of those residents who happened to be single at the time paired them up with equally single men (or women, as the case might be) for a group date and game night at the local Bear and Maiden pub.

“Wear something nice, roomie!” she chirped.  Sansa stuck out her tongue and closed the door.

The following night, Sansa shook the hand of Harry Hardyng, a junior transfer student from South Vale College.  He was indeed a tall, blond, and gorgeous art student, and when he presented Sansa with half a dozen yellow roses before helping her into her coat, she thought he might have second-date potential.  She could, of course, put on her own coat, but Joffrey had never offered to help her even once, nor had he bothered to pay attention to the fact that yellow was her favorite color, or the fact that she disliked red roses. When everybody gathered in the dormitory’s parking lot to carpool to the pub, Harry gallantly opened his car door for her, and she rewarded him with a bright smile.

Once the group got to the pub, Sansa and Harry found themselves sitting next to Mya, Sansa’s roommate, and her blind date, a computer science student by the name of Jon Snow.  Margaery had set up Mya and Jon as well as Sansa and Harry, and Sansa had thought it a bit of an odd pairing; Mya was a cheerleader who tended to date jocks, and Jon Snow had a reputation for loving all things hipster and wanting nothing to do with most sports.  Mya, however, initially seemed fascinated by Jon.  She asked question after question about his senior project, which revolved around designing something called glitch art, and eventually persuaded Jon, who had barely spoken a word during their introductions in the parking lot, to bring up pictures of his favorite pieces of glitch art on his phone.  Sansa was fascinated by the manipulation of computers’ error message screens into neon mosaics.  Harry, however, was not.  He began an argument with Jon over the superiority of classic artists such as Rembrandt and Van Gogh, and he kept on turning to Sansa and saying that of course she must agree with him.  Sansa normally preferred classic art herself, but at the moment she preferred snapping at Harry for his boorishness, especially since he had not yet even gotten through one beer.  She held her tongue long enough to redirect the conversation by politely asking Harry what his drink of choice normally was.  Harry spent the next five minutes elaborating on the virtues of IPAs and questioning why anyone in the world would prefer stouts or porters.  Mya, in the middle of sipping her own glass of coffee stout, began arguing with him, and only when Jon interrupted them with a dry joke about hops and rabbits did they subside.  

After that, Mya seemed to lose interest in Jon.  She wandered over to join her friends at the next table, and Jon, who seemed as supremely unruffled as he was supremely interesting for such a computer game-loving hipster, tried to smooth things over by redirecting the conversation multiple times by asking Sansa about her opinions on Hornwood House, the new microbrewery that had just opened on Winterfell Avenue (Harry cut her off by declaring his preference for Bolton’s Sports Bar), martial arts (which Harry proclaimed were not truly arts), and, of all things, Philip K. Dick (Harry thought he must have been on LSD when he wrote his works).  By the time the servers brought everybody’s dinner to their table, Sansa, who had lost her appetite entirely, could not decide which of her desires was stronger at the moment: the urge to smack Harry with his yellow roses and throw them in his face to boot, or the urge to excuse herself to the bathroom and send obscene text messages to Margaery for setting up this whole miserable affair to begin with.  She decided instead to feign a headache and hint that she would like to go home early.  Harry sighed and asked if she couldn’t gut it out if he gave her some aspirin.  Jon’s jaw tightened.

“I’ll take her home,” he said sharply.  It was the most perturbed Sansa had seen him that night.  Then he turned to Sansa.  “That is – if you’re all right with it, Sansa.”

Sansa nodded, stood up, and grabbed her purse.  Harry stood too and made his way over next to her, where he leaned his face to within an inch of hers.  Sansa stepped back at once.

“I’m not going to kiss you good night, if that’s what you want,” she informed him.

“Not even for six bloody roses – ”  Harry began. Jon suddenly appeared at Sansa’s side and stepped between her and Harry.

“She said no, Hardyng,” he snapped, and turned to hand Sansa her coat, which she had left draped over her chair.  He did not help her put it on, as Harry had earlier, but she was far past caring about a little thing like that now.  She stalked over to the doorway and donned it herself while Jon informed Mya, who had happily joined some of the others at a game of pool in the next room, that they were leaving.

“Thanks,” she said once they were on their way back to campus.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

Jon shook his head. “Least I could do,” he said, “to make up for your friends getting you such a lousy date.”

Sansa shrugged.  “I’ve been stupid enough to date worse of my own accord,” she said.  They drove the rest of the way in silence, but Sansa found it comforting rather than awkward.

“Oh, and for the record,” she said as Jon opened her door in front of Red Keep Hall, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? is my favorite Dick story.  I don’t care if he was on LSD when he wrote it.  It’s good literature.”  She paused. “And I haven’t been to Hornwood House, but I think I’ll go some time.”

Jon smiled.  Sansa thought his face might be a shade redder than it had been in the pub, but in the dark she could not tell.

“Good night, Sansa,” he said when they reached the dormitory’s front door.  He turned and walked away before she could reply.

Sansa’s phone buzzed before she got back to her room.  Thanks, girl, said the blue message balloon on her screen.  I owe you one.  

For what? Sansa had barely typed when she saw three blinking dots, then another bubble.

Ouch, the words in it read.  Shit.  Sorry about that.  I didn’t realize he’d be such a douche.  Sansa didn’t deserve that.

Sansa was still staring mystified at the screen when yet another balloon popped up.

Glad to hear it.  Sounds like he’s even more perfect than you said.  If I weren’t dating Tommen, I’d have snapped him up for myself.  

Thirty seconds later, Sansa stalked into her dorm room.  She picked up the flowered throw pillow sitting on the living room chair, stalked into the bedroom she shared with Margaery, and threw the pillow at the back of the other girl’s head.

“Gods almighty!” Margaery whipped around from where she had been sitting at her desk.  “What the hell, Sansa?”

Sansa set her phone down on the other girl’s desk with a bit more force than was necessary.  Margaery stared at the screen for a few seconds before flushing scarlet.

“Oops,” she finally said.

“‘Oops’?  That’s it?  After all of that shit you just pulled?  Mother, Maiden, and fucking Crone, Marg!”

Margaery had the grace to look ashamed.  “Sansa, honestly, I didn’t know he’d be such an ass.  But gods, I just wanted you to have fun with a great guy, and you said Jon wasn’t your type, and Mya figured it wouldn’t look as suspicious if she went with him instead, so…”  She shrugged. “Sorry he was such a douche. Hardyng, I mean.  Not Jon.”

Sansa shot her a dirty look. “I’ll consider accepting your apology,” she said.  “After you’ve ordered pizza for me, that is.  You owe me more than one, Tyrell.”

Margaery beamed at her, the scheming spark back in her eyes.  “Done.”

Thirty minutes later, as she bit blissfully into a slice of pepperoni-and-mushroom-flavored heaven, Sansa decided that perhaps reconsidering her type of guy was just as fair as considering Margaery’s apology.  

The next afternoon, when Jon Snow called to let her know he’d retrieved her yellow roses from Harry Hardyng’s car and could give them back to her at either her dorm room or Hornwood House, whichever she would prefer, Sansa decided that considering wasn’t enough.

“I don’t want to see anything Hardyng gave me ever again,” she said, “so you can do what you want with the flowers.  But I’d love to go to Hornwood House any time you want.”

And she did.