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11 Years of 5SOS: Gotta Get Out -> Older
cos I know what’ll happen, if we get through this
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vukovich · 3 years
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peculiar prompt: soulmate au where your dick is the same exact length as your soulmate’s (i guess everyone has a dick in this universe idk 😂) anyways drarry discovering they are soulmates in whatever convoluted way you would like!
Nine and Three Quarters
Summer weddings were an unlikely tradition for a family that ran high to freckles and sunburns, but Harry didn't mind. Usually.
This wedding, though, he'd have just as soon not attended. It wasn't that he harbored any romantic intentions toward Charlie, but seeing him so bloody happy made Harry keenly aware of his own solitude.
Charlie and Constantin fed each other forkfuls of cake and grinned. They were perfectly-matched. Identical white short sleeve dress shirts and gold waistcoats, sparkling blue eyes and mirrored grins as they threatened each other with blobs of icing, much to Molly's horror.
Their matching gold rings felt like an extension of the tattoos on the underside of their left forearms. Charlie's was a dragon, of course. Constantin's was a crouched hippogriff. They were exactly the same size, but different designs and colors.
Forearm tattoos abounded among gay wizards, but it had taken seeing Charlie and Constantin together for him to notice the pattern. A plate of cake floated to his table and set itself down in front of him. He picked it apart with his fork, separating the layers of frosting out from the the cake, then mashed the fluffy cake down into a pellet.
A breathless Charlie flopped into an empty chair next to him and surveyed the wreckage on his plate.
"Got a grudge against that cake?"
"Huh? Oh. No. Sorry."
Charlie slid Harry's cake away, probably for its own good. Constantin and Fleur fox-trotted past, and one of them reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair.
"No date?"
"Nah." Harry licked his fork clean, rolled the bits of cake around in his mouth, and wished he'd have eaten the slice.
"Still doing the playboy thing, eh?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess."
Charlie huffed a laugh. "You guess? What else would you be doing at clubs?"
Harry shrugged again.
"Well, if you get tired of it and want the name of a really good soulmate tattoo artist, let me know." Charlie wiped up a dab of frosting off Harry's plate and popped his finger in his mouth. "Until then, enjoy hunting in the dark."
Charlie rose to leave, but Harry reached out and grabbed him by the buckle on the back of his waistcoat.
"Soulmate tattoos?"
--
--
"But I thought the tattoo went on my arm."
Harry kept his hands in his jeans pockets, just in case the man decided to help him disrobe.
"It does..."
Bushy grey eyebrows rose in speculation, and the man's brown eyes squinted at Harry, unsure of whether Harry was playing a prank, playing dumb, or playing at nothing.
"So why would I take my trousers off?"
"Riiiggght," he said slowly, gently spinning back and forth on his stool. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about soulmate tattoos."
Harry hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around the tattoo parlour for clues, but there was nothing but drawings on the walls. Pictures of forearms, too, all with differing sizes of beasts and creatures on them.
"Uhm," Harry started, "they go on forearms." The man nodded and motioned for him to continue. "And... they're... magic?"
The man shook his head and sighed. "The death of gay wizard culture, I swear. I blame that app."
"Wait, there's an app for-"
"Soulmate tattoos are the size of the wearer's dick."
Every tattoo Harry had ever seen ran through his head at once, and he stood slack-jawed for what felt like hours.
The man continued. "And so part of getting one is getting your dick measured. Professionally."
"I... Uh..."
"Men lie on the app. That's why all these boys are running around thinking they don't have soulmates, but older men know better. Back in the day, we'd just walk up to a bloke, line our arms up, and pair off."
Harry looked at the ceiling and tried to imagine a scenario in which that didn't sound both terrifying and oddly comforting.
"Why would you line them up?"
The man stared at him for a long. fucking. time.
"Soulmate dicks match, kid." He grumbled something about the Internet. "Now do you want the tattoo or not?"
"I... Uhm... Maybe later?"
"Suit yourself."
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There had to be a better way to do this.
Harry balanced on tip-toe, focused on his dick with one eye, and dipped his quill. His tongue peeked out a corner of his lips as he concentrated on tracing around his shaft.
Was the quill angled accurately? Was the nib too far from his skin to be accurate? Was width even relevant?
He let out a held breath and dropped down to his heels. The paper on his desk was an embarrassment.
"Looks like a fucking caterpillar," he grumbled to himself.
Maybe they made enchanted quills for this.
--
The nook of art supplies at Flourish and Blotts was overwhelming, but it smelled good. Needle-sharp enchanted nibs sounded like a terrible idea. Image-grabbing paper sounded equally dangerous. What if he got his dick stabbed or absorbed into a piece of paper?
Someone cleared their throat behind him.
"Can I help you?"
Draco Malfoy met his eyes with a hesitant smile. He looked strangely at home surrounded by paper and ink. He wore a rumpled black t-shirt that advertised in bold white letters "Truth Quills: The Reign of Error Ends Here".
"Uhm... maybe?"
"What kind of project are you working on?"
"I'm... just... tracing something?"
Draco nodded and reached up to grab a pack of nibs just above Harry's head. The Dark Mark on his forearm caught Harry's eye. It wasn't a Dark Mark anymore. The skull wore a crown of red roses, and the snake had been filled in with vibrant yellow and blue markings. Harry decided it looked a bit like a Grateful Dead album cover. But prettier.
"These are good for most projects if you're just starting out."
Draco handed him a plastic box with more thingamajigs than he had any idea what to do with.
"Uhm, okay. Thanks."
"No problem." Draco's eyes wandered down to Harry's forearm and his smile faltered. "Anything else?"
"No, I think I'm good."
--
He wasn't good. He was nowhere near good, and he had black ink all over his dick. Also on his hands, and the table, and the floor, but those were less important.
"Looks like a goddamn Holstein dong."
--
"Alright," Draco said, and his smile was bordering on a smirk. "But what's the reference? What are you trying to trace?"
A dozen dick-shaped things came to mind, and Harry blurted, "A banana."
Draco did not laugh. Not with his mouth. Just with his eyes. His t-shirt today said "Blink Ink: Drier than your ex" in jagged black script.
"Mm hm," Draco squeaked through his nose. "Is accuracy important?"
Harry let out a relieved sigh. "Yes."
Draco cleared his throat and schooled his face. "Here."
He handed Harry a Truth Quill. "That ought to give you an accurate outline of your... banana."
--
"Hot damn!"
Harry held the outline of his cock up to the light. Damned if it wasn't perfect. He laid it face-down on his forearm and frowned. How was he supposed to get it onto his skin?
--
Draco faked a cough and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Pardon?"
"I need to transfer it."
"But a backlight won't work because..."
"Uhm... it can't... light can't go through the... other... thing."
Draco's t-shirt today had a frilly, looping font that said, "Nearotica: Almost There."
"Dare I ask what material you're transferring this banana onto?"
Harry focused on Draco's forearm, and the curve of the roses, and the sinewy body of the snake.
"Uhm... leather?"
Draco shot him a challenging look Harry didn't understand. "I suppose you'd want a cautery tool for that."
"Uhm... okay."
--
He wasn't okay. He had two burned dots on his forearm, and a hole in his paper at the base and tip of the outline.
Over a hundred galleons spent, and all he had to show for it were what looked like two mosquito bites that were exactly one penis-length apart.
The hell with all of it.
--
Harry dropped bags of barely-used art supplies on the store counter, and Draco's chin snapped up. He cocked his head and looked at the bags while Harry read his t-shirt: "Thrill Your Darlings: Tropes and Nopes."
"Didn't work out?" Draco asked.
Harry bent down, rested his elbows on the counter, and shook his head. "Can I return it?"
Draco shrugged. "Store credit, since it's all been opened."
Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'll take it in coloring books."
"I'll throw in some markers."
Draco shot him a pitying smile and stood to collect the bags. His eyes caught on the two burn marks on Harry's forearm. He set his elbow next to Harry's and pressed their wrists together.
"Huh," Draco exhaled. He rolled his tattoo against Harry's forearm. The peak of the rose crown touched the mark nearest Harry's wrist, and the snake's tail met the other.
Harry stared at their arms, wide-eyed and panicked in the best way.
"Is it-" Harry started. "Do they, uhm..."
"I... do believe so. If your banana outline was accurate."
Harry gulped. "It was."
"Huh," Draco repeated. "Well, in that case, there's a giant mandala coloring poster I've had my eye on, but it's a bit much for one person."
Harry let a grin spread across his face. "Consider it sold."
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bookshelfdreams · 3 years
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@fanpersoningfox tagged me to do this - thank you <3<3<3
Name/nickname: pm me, i’m not gonna leave my actual name here for the fae to read
Gender: 200 year old mountain troll trapped in a woman’s body
Star sign: Libra
Height: 175cm (idk what that is in Freedom Units)
Birthday: autumn :)
Fave bands: the amazing devil. rammstein. hmm. other folky stuff, idk, i don’t listen to music that much
Fave solo artist: see above
Song stuck in my head: An der Saale hellem Strande
Last movie I watched: a documentary about Otto Prokop (bad)
Last show: Charité!
Creation of blog: oh god. 2012, I think. please don’t go through my archive.
What I post: just like *gestures vaguely*
Last thing I googled: pia vorname (because i wanted to know what it means)
Other blogs I own: a gallifreyan blog i haven’t posted to in years but still gets asks sometimes. i do feel bad abt that.
Do I get asks: rarely, but they always make my day!
Reason for my url: I think I wanted a book blog when I first made this. That didn’t happen but I stuck w the url
Following: sososo many blogs. Used to be well over 1000 but i purged the inactive ones recently. still well over 600.
Followers: 614? apparently. Hi, I love you all (even though most of you are probably inactive by now)
Average hours I sleep: 8-10, am sleepy. i can make do w less but i don’t like it.
Lucky number: don’t believe in that
Instruments: i took guitar lessons for a couple of years when i was younger. i know a great total of 5 chords
What I’m wearing: plaid shirt, black tank top (actually an undershirt), grey sweatpants with bears and foxes on them. handknit hooded cowl, socks with flowers (couch outfit)
Dream trip: just like - fucking off into nature somewhere gorgeous. scandinavia or the scottish highlands or iceland. i also want to walk the former inter-german border some day
Fave food: depends! always down for spaghetti bolognese tho
Nationality: 1 of the germs (germans)
Fave song: *instantly forgets every song i ever heard*
Last book I read: currently reading Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan
Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: middle earth. i know everything is horrible there and i would come to regret it within like 30 minutes but also. middle earth. yk.
Fave color(s): green. deep, rich blue. berry tones. dark, earthy, muddy colours. sunset colours - pink and orange, white and blue. purple, magenta, and everything inbetween. basically everything except true yellow, bright red, and neon shades.
Tag someone: i’m never sure who to tag and then when i do i worry that i’m a) annoying the people i tagged and b) disappointing the people i didn’t tag so if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged. please. also @notcrazyiswear @shakespearerants
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scullysexual · 4 years
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daisies (1/)
kinda college au but not really | that gap between leaving high school and going to college | Coming of age idk | female!mulder | 
Summary: But it’s as the mouse wanders over to universities closer to the East then the West she knows there’s something not quite right with her, something that makes that pen slip over the lines ever so subtly, not enough for anybody to notice but if one was to look hard enough they would see it.
A mattress on the floor, her belongings scattered around, an important thing lying on the mattress. She picks up her coat and Fox watches as she walks away, leaving her there in a rundown apartment, the most important thing walking away from her.
@today-in-fic @mypanicface (pls let me know if you’d like to be tagged)
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I got a record player that was made in 2014.
Died by hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green.
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees.
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees.
Sometimes I think all I’m ever doing is,
Trying to convince myself I’m alive.
DAISY THE GREAT, Record Player Song.
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There’s a jam jar labelled Dana’s College Fees. Billy had one, Missy had one, and Charlie’s is counting as each day passes.
Even if all four Scully children had plans that didn’t encompass college it didn’t matter, their path was already written out for them- they could pick the course, even pick the university if their father was in a good mood, but they were going, end of.
“I might run away before then,” Charlie says with a smile. He’s sixteen and full of hope that there’s still a way out.
He and Dana sit in the treehouse, something that came with the house, already there when they moved in. Mom had been unsure of it at first, uncertain of its stability, told them not to go in it. That was until Charlie had climbed into it one day, curiosity getting the better of it. It hadn’t fallen, Charlie hadn’t died like Margaret assumed he would and it was theirs, shared between the four of them then only shared by two when Bill and Melissa moved out.
“You don’t want to go to college?” Dana asks. She sits on the small couch, Charlie lounging in the hammock, swinging it side to side.
His answer his towards the ceiling.
“I don’t see the point,” he tells her. “Why be held down by education when you can just go…”
It’s something she keeps thinking about as she looks at universities and the courses they offer. Missy took Geography- she liked travelling and had plans to go up and down the East coast. She had a feeling Charlie wanted to go further.
Sometimes she wished she had her siblings’ abandon but often times she found herself more similar to Bill Jr; lines coloured between the lines, always doing what their parents expect of them, never stepping out of line, looking at universities in the border their father had made for them.
But it’s as the mouse wanders over to universities closer to the East then the West she knows there’s something not quite right with her, something that makes that pen slip over the lines ever so subtly, not enough for anybody to notice but if one was to look hard enough they would see it.
.:.:.:.:.:.:.
A mattress on the floor, her belongings scattered around, an important thing lying on the mattress. Fox picks up her bra, shirt, and jeans and heads into the bathroom.
She doesn’t bother buttoning up the shirt, instead picking up the white toothbrush off of the sink and beginning the ritual of brushing her teeth.
Turning away from the mirror she eyes her bedfellow asleep in the bed. She’ll have to wake her up soon, Fox thinks, but for now she spits, puts the toothbrush back where she found it and exits the bathroom, now buttoning up her shirt as she goes.
She picks up her companion’s disregarded coat from the floor, fishing for the cigarette pack she knows is in there. Her hands wrap around her box and Fox pulls it out, throwing the coat back on the floor and the box on top of it.
The cigarette hanging out of her mouth, she wanders over to the window and pushes it open.
The air is warm for the early hour only foreshadowing how hot it’s going to be today. It’s no bother, aside from the occasional uncomfortableness, weather doesn’t tend to bother Fox that much, perhaps she’s accepted to it since moving to California.
She climbs out of the window, landing directly onto the fire escape. Below her, life goes on, people hurrying to work or wherever they need to be.
The cigarette lit, inhaling and puffing, watching the scenes under her, Fox wonders what it would be like to have a purpose, a structure to the day rather than just waking up, having sex, then going to sleep.
“You owe me a pack.”
Fox turns to find her girlfriend awake, standing at the open window. She takes in her attire and smiles.
“You found my T-shirt, then,” she comments turning back outwards.
“I think it looks better on me,” the other girl says. She takes the cigarette out of Fox’s fingers and takes her own puff.
“At least tell me you have underwear on,” Fox asks, staring at her legs. When she pulls her eyes back up to the girl’s face, she smirks.
“Of course not,” Fox chuckles, shaking her head. “Why would you?”
“Maybe I want to give your downstairs neighbour a show.” She passes the cigarette back to Fox.
Maybe there is a pool of jealously at that thought and for good measure Fox looks to the fire exit underneath her, grateful to find it empty.
“Unfortunately for you, Mr Biggins isn’t awake yet.” She flicks the bud over the edge, watching it tumble down to the world below.
She finds her girlfriend gone when she turns around, having climbed back into the apartment. Fox follows, climbing through herself and watching as the girl begins redressing.
“Where are you going?” Fox asks. She tries to keep the whine out of her voice.
“Home,” the other girl says, shucking on her jeans. She throws Fox’s T-shirt over her head, briefly exposing her bare breasts that Fox’s eyes are immediately drawn to. She covers up quickly enough, with her own clothes.
“You should go, too,” she says once her head is through the hole.
“Phoebe—” Fox begins, ready to scoff at that notion, tell her once again that she hasn’t had a home since she was thirteen years old.
“Mine were the same,” Phoebe says, standing up and moving over to where Fox stands. Her hands on her chin, lifting her face up. “Finally they learnt to accept it. Yours will too, eventually.”
She pulls her hand away from her chin, holding it in her own.
“It’s been four years, they never will.”
Phoebe begins an assault on Fox’s face, kissing every bit of skin as a way to soothe the pain.
There’s no pain, really, at least Fox likes to think that.
“Go home anyway,” Phoebe says, forehead pressed against Fox’s. “Get out of this hovel for a bit.” She kisses Fox’s lips and Fox tries to hook onto it, put her arms around her and fall back into the bed and stay there for the rest of the day but Phoebe pulls away before she can do any of that. She picks up her coat and Fox watches as she walks away, leaving her there in a rundown apartment, the most important thing walking away from her.
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Character Development Tag
Tagged by @starlitesymphony, thanks muchly!
Rules: Pick a character from your wip, tell us their role (hero, villain etc.), and give a brief visual description. Then answer the questions below!
I’m gonna talk about Guetry, because I think he’s the only one for whom I can answer every single one of these questions lmao.
He’s definitely a protagonist, a hero, sure. He’s got dark brown hair and blue eyes. He’s thin but not worryingly so, but he’s pretty dysmorphic so he hides it by wearing clothing that’s way, way too big for him, like not even a couple of sizes up, we’re talking almost-sliding-off-his-body big. Except he likes fitted pants which I don’t understand but it’s fine.
He generally wears a lot of black and/or white and if he can bother with the hair/makeup he will border on avant-garde hairstyles and eye makeup though he definitely goes for subtle. If he can’t be arsed he’ll slap on some eyeliner or just not deal with it at all. He’s got a geometric tattoo sleeve running from the wrist of his right arm all the way up, over his shoulder and onto his neck, stopping under his ear.
Tell us, in one sentence, what your character’s ultimate goal is.
Defending and fighting alongside the “good guys” during the galactic war (in book 3, anyway). 
What actor could you envision playing your character in a movie? (faceclaim)
oH bOY here we go okay
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Troy Baker (...though not in this particular photo). but he’s...massive. he’s 6′3 and that’s just...taller than I even imagined Thrive and that could be a big problem cuz Thrive is this tall commanding alien disguised as a tall commanding human and if you’ve got an even taller human it’s not as convincing, but yeah, I have to stop myself from accidentally calling Troy Guetry when talking about him to my husband (we watch a lot of Retro Replay), that’s how hard I’ve face claimed him jfc
What is their theme song?
It’s either “Years of War (feat. Breanne Duren & Sean Caskey)” by Porter Robinson or “Holding On For Life (Zeds Dead Remix)” by Broken Bells (that version specifically) because either of those songs I could see his band Skywaste playing and also the first one fits in with the situation of the third book and the second one just sorta applies more to him as an individual
Which character trope do they fit the best?
Hotshot or Lovable Rogue, mainly, but picking and choosing from an amalgamation of the two...he cares about others and absolutely would not step on anybody to further his own goals but he would definitely and has already broken rules/laws/ignored authority to get shit done, e.g. when he illegally bridges Scotty to the Ganymede within, like, the second chapter since meeting him. Maybe a bit of an Outlaw too? Idk Guetry’s a special boy.
Are they physically fit? What sport would they play?
He’s got no choice but to be somewhat fit as he’s gotta do a lot of combat work in his career. I don’t think he would play a sport to be honest...he’s not that competitive (except for with Alec...but that’s just a playful sibling-type dynamic since he’s known her for several years).
What is their spirit animal?
I think a fox would probably be closest. He’s clever and quick, but he also screams alone in the woods a lot and bothers the hell out of chickens 
How about their Hogwarts house?
I’ve actually done a test for him, and apparently he’s a Hufflepuff, which makes a lot of sense if you think about it.
What is their greatest character flaw? How does it affect their journey?
Deep down, he’s desperate for validation since his physically abusive, drug addict mother abandoned him and his dad and little sisters when he was thirteen. This complex caused him to ignore certain boundaries in order to feel wanted and when his mom set him up with her dealer, he started a six-year emotionally abusive relationship with him (y’know, on top of developing an addiction of his own), and the resulting neediness makes him depend too heavily on Scotty, his service AI. He almost causes the main mission in Rebirth to come to a grinding halt because of his unwillingness to separate himself from Scotty.
What scene with them are you looking forward to writing the most?
Uh...well, anything. I truly love him so much lmao
The way his arc wraps up is gonna be so satisfying to write. I’m not saying anything about it other than the fact that he deserves it 100%. 
Have they undergone any emotional trauma? How does it affect them/their choices?
A lot of what I mentioned before can be repeated here. His ex, Oren, was manipulative and his mother was awful to his sisters and left them instead of fixing herself. He’s not actively seeking self-destruction but he sure is passive about it.
Tagging @timetravelingpigeon and @madammuffins, if you choose to partake! Also, if anybody reading this wants to give it a shot, consider me officially tagging you!
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wilsherejack · 6 years
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Hey, I love all your writing and I was just wondering if you might be interested in doing a wee fic on andreil going on a date? Maybe the rest of foxes are asking if they've ever been on a date and they get annoyed enough to give in and go on a date ? Idk, it's been on my mind for days and I'd just love to read your take on it !
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“Do you have any twos?” Neil asks, frowning down at his hand. He can't tell if it's a good one or not. He doesn't know if that's possible in this game.
“Nope, go fish,” Nicky says. “Any kings?”
Neil wordlessly hands two over just as Dan and Matt come into the suite, both talking about something that Neil doesn't pay attention to.
“Do you have any fours?” Nicky says.
“Go fish. Any sixes?”
“Nope, go fish.”
“Are you two seriously playing Go Fish right now?” Dan says, popping up behind Nicky and startling him enough that some of his cards fall out of his hand.
“Jesus, Dan, give me some warning next time. Yeah, turns out Neil can't play any card games, so we're starting small and working our way up.”
“So you're cheating at Go Fish with someone who's never played cards before.”
“You're cheating,” Neil says. “Seriously? It's not like we have money on this game.”
“No one bets on Go Fish,” Nicky says, even though he definitely tried to when he suggested they play it. “Besides, cheating is part of the fun! He has to learn that.”
“You could've mentioned it,” Neil says. “I just assumed we were playing by the rules. Now that we're cheating, I'm going to definitely beat you.”
“We need to introduce him to Bullshit.” Matt hands beers to Nicky and Dan and settles on the floor next to Neil. “You'd definitely kill at that. Plus you could get all your lying energy out during a game and be totally honest afterward.”
“I don't think it works like that,” Neil says, and Matt laughs like Neil has just told a very funny joke.
“We were thinking,” Dan says. “You and Andrew, me and Matt—we should go on a double date! I mean, we're on the same team as him and we've never really hung out properly, so wouldn't it make sense if we got to know him better?”
Neil admires her optimism, he really does. 
“Andrew and I don't really do that.”
“Yeah, duh, how many other couples do you know? It's not like you're going to go out with Aaron and Katelyn—wouldn't it be funny though? If you got them confused?”
“They look nothing alike,” Nicky says, a half-joke—it'd be impossible for anyone who knows them to get Andrew and Aaron confused. Neil hasn't since the day he met Aaron, and even then, it was short-lived.
“Yeah, but still. It's just a funny premise, that's all I'm saying.”
“Anyway, you should try it with us,” Matt says. “Come on, it'll be fun, we can go get dinner. Or actually maybe we should go straight to drinks. You can drive.”
“No, I meant—we don't really go on dates,” Neil says.
“What, like—at all?” Matt looks baffled. “But you've been together for months. How have you never been on a date?”
“We're not really dating, though,” Neil says. “I guess it just never came up.”
“I can kind of understand how between attempted murder and twelve hours of practice a day, you couldn't really find the time,” Dan says. “But the season doesn't start for a couple of weeks, so you have no excuse, right? Come on, just do like a classic, like, dinner and a movie. Andrew likes movies, right?”
Neil doesn't know. He doesn't really think so.
“Okay, well, you guys can do like a dry run, and then the four of us can double somewhere,” Dan half-suggests, half-orders. “Come on. Don't you think it'd be fun? Aren't you tired of only hanging out in Fox Tower?”
“We hang out other places,” Neil protests. The house in Columbia. Eden's Twilight. Court. Andrew's car. He doesn't even bring them up—he knows they won't strengthen his point.
“Just try it out,” Dan says. “See if he wants to. Can't hurt, right?”
*
It's weird, but it's only weird because it's arranged. Neil and Andrew have spent a hundred warm evenings on the roof or cool mornings by the court or late nights out on the porch of the house in Columbia. They're alone together all the time, in Andrew's car or on the beanbags while Kevin hides in the bedroom in their dorm.
“You're the one who wanted to do this,” Andrew says, even though Neil isn't complaining.
“It was Dan's idea, actually.”
Andrew stares at him.
“She wants to do a double date with us.”
“You said yes.”
“I said we'd never been on a date, and—here we are.”
“We aren't dating,” Andrew says. The waiter, a few steps away, stops mid-stride and turns around to see to another table.
“That's what I said.”
Andrew looks down at the menu, then back up at Neil.
“Hell is other people,” he says, abrupt.
Neil laughs. He doesn't know the reference, only that it's Andrew's newest way of saying he's annoyed and that he got it from some book. “Depends on the people.”
“Depends on the person.”
“Should we go?” Neil says. “I don't even like pasta.”
Andrew doesn't even answer; he just drops the menu and grabs his jacket, leaves the restaurant without looking back.
Neil half-smiles to himself. He follows Andrew out to the car and is almost surprised to see Andrew getting in the passenger seat.
“Where are we going?” Neil says.
“You asked me out,” Andrew says. “Don't you have a plan?”
He doesn't, actually. They're at this restaurant because it's the only place Palmetto to get a decent dinner. Matt and Dan apparently have date nights here all the time.
“Sure,” Neil says.
He drives. They don't really talk. Andrew fiddles with the radio until he finds something he likes, and then they just listen to it until Andrew gets fidgety.
“Are we driving through the night?” he asks.
“Are you hungry?” Neil says. “I think there's a diner by here, and I kind of have to pee.”
Andrew doesn't ask him how he knows. Neil takes the exit, and they pull in at a rundown diner on the side of the road. Probably not what Dan had in mind, but it's cute enough, faded 50s décor. Probably it's been here since the 50s.
“When I was younger, I probably ate at a thousand diners like these,” Neil says.
Broken jukebox abandoned in one corner, regulars slumped over the bar like they're being served whiskey instead of shitty black coffee, black and white checkered floor and turquoise walls. It's too much color for a restaurant, probably; in off-the-highway diners like these, regulars are remembered but truck drivers and travelers who stop by looking for a hot cup of coffee and rubbery eggs aren't. The perfect place for a couple of runaways pretending to be on a road trip.
“No wonder you're short,” Andrew says, perusing the menu. “Seven different ways to eat bacon, and none of them have any nutritional value.”
“You sound like Kevin,” Neil replies. “Besides, you're shorter than me.”
“I have a twin. It's genetic.” Andrew waits for the waitress, an older woman in a stained poodle skirt, and orders two coffees.
“The only way you can tell these places apart is by their pie,” Neil continues. “Every diner in America thinks it has the best pie.”
“Which one does?”
“I don't know. Most of the time I wasn't allowed to have any. Sometimes the waiters would feel bad and send us home with dessert, or we'd say it was my birthday and get some for free or something. There was a place in Vermont with a strawberry rhubarb I liked.”
“Vermont,” Andrew says. “I've never been there.”
“We were just driving through. We'd been in Montreal for a while.”
“Did you like it?”
“The pie?”
“Montreal.”
“I don't know,” Neil says again. “I don't remember any of the places I've been that well. Not like that.”
“You mean that if I dropped you in Montreal without a map, you would be able to find your way back to the U.S. border, but you would not remember whether you liked the food at a certain restaurant.”
Neil laughs. “Yeah, exactly.”
“You are a walking tragedy.”
The waitress comes back with their coffees and asks if they want food. Neil, who hasn't looked at the menu, looks up at Andrew.
“What kind of pie do you have?” Andrew asks.
“Oh, we've got plenty. Our pies are the best in South Carolina, you know.” The waitress smiles beatifically at them; she reminds Neil of Renee, even has a crucifix dangling off a chain around her throat, except Renee doesn't have that slow South Carolina accent. “Everyone loves apple, of course, but we've got blueberry and strawberry rhubarb and our special South Carolina peach pie.”
“I'll have a slice of the peach,” Andrew says.
“What about you, sweetheart?”
It's still the off-season; they don't have to be in competitive shape again for another week. One night without enough protein won't kill him. “I'll have the same.”
“Do you want that heated up? A la mode?”
“Yes,” Andrew says. He dumps four packets of sugar into his coffee as if to underscore the point.
“I'll have that right up for you two. Just let me know if you want to put an order in for dinner, too, alright?”
She disappears into the kitchen. Andrew asks, “Didn't you have to pee?”
“Thanks for keeping track,” Neil says dryly.
He stands up to find the restroom—the restrooms at these places are always either barely usable or sparkling clean, not that he's picky—and is waved down a set of stairs.
When he gets back, Andrew isn't at their table. Neil looks around, finds him standing at the broken jukebox trying to choose a song.
“It probably doesn't work,” Neil says.
Andrew ignores him, plays with a switch, and then, apparently satisfied, returns to the their table.
“It works,” he says.
“How do you know?”
“I asked our waitress.”
Neil takes a sip of his coffee. Somehow, every diner uses the exact same blend, the same process, the same white packets of sugar. “Since when do you ask other people questions?”
“Other than you? Are you jealous?”
The song changes. It takes Neil a few seconds to recognize the new one. At first, he thinks his phone is going off.
“Wow,” Neil says. He finds himself smiling. The first time he heard these lyrics, he wanted to put the phone through Andrew's teeth. “You're not funny.”
“And yet,” Andrew says, tracing the shape of a smile in the air with a finger.
“It feels like such a long time ago,” Neil says. “Like another lifetime.”
He touches the burn scar under his eye, right where Riko's tattoo used to be. It was right after Seth died, when Coach made Andrew's lot drag him to the mall to update his wardrobe. He still had most of the skin on his hands and face then, but he didn't have much else.
Andrew reaches for Neil's hand and tugs it away from his face. “It was this lifetime, and it was eleven months ago.” He sets Neil's hand down next to his coffee and leaves his own resting a few inches away.
“I could be dead,” Neil says. “Your phone might've saved my life.”
“It did not.”
“If I hadn't left it in my bag, you might've thought I wanted to go.”
“Why would you take a phone with you if you left on purpose?”
“Because I told you I would.”
“You told me you wouldn't leave, too,” Andrew says. “Why would you break one deal and keep the other?”
“I don't know.” Neil didn't mean to bring this up. It's the song, reminding him of when he and Andrew weren't—whatever it is they are. Back when he trusted Andrew because he didn't have anything else. “But you could've all come back to Palmetto without me.”
“They could have left. If you had run on purpose, I would've found you and killed you myself.”
“You wouldn't find me,” Neil says. “If I ran.”
“Maybe I wouldn't have had to. You are more sentimental than you think.”
“I might've sent a postcard,” Neil admits. “Or called from a private line.”
“Postmark would've given you away. And if you think I would answer a call from a private line without having Kevin pay to track it—”
“Okay,” Neil says. He bumps his fingers against Andrew's and doesn't move them away. “You wouldn't have had to find me. You still would've tried.”
He looks up to find Andrew glaring back at him, gaze unreadable. For a while, neither of them says anything. Then their waitress reappears.
“You know, honey, when you asked if the jukebox was working, I wasn't expecting you to play such a downer!” She sets the slices of pie in front of them and tops off their coffees. “You two seem to be having an intense conversation. I hope everything's okay!”
It isn't in Neil's nature to trust strangers, but women just like this one kept his belly warm after his mother died, snuck him food and let him know which truckers were safe to hitchhike with. He tries the friendly smile Kevin's been making him practice, and the woman looks at the burned side of his face and frowns a little.
“We're fine,” he says.
“Are you sure, sugarplum? That looks like it hurts.”
“It did. Doesn't anymore, though. Thanks for this.” He gestures to their pies and tries the smile again. “We're on a date.”
It's a risky move—it's not like they're in Vermont—but she smiles at him again. “Well, aren't you two adorable! How long have you been together?”
“We aren't,” Neil starts, but Andrew interrupts him: “Eight months.”
“It's so good that you found each other,” the waitress says. She pats both of their heads. Andrew doesn't even flinch, but then, Neil didn't expect him to. “Listen, why don't you two try that pie out and let me know what you think? The owner's mother bakes it fresh every morning!”
“She's angling for a tip,” Neil says when she walks away to tend to some other patrons. “She's nice, though.”
Andrew isn't paying attention to him. He's preoccupied with methodically eating his way through his slice of pie. Neil only watches him for another moment, trying to ignore that warm feeling bubbling up in his stomach, and then busies himself with his own pie.
It's good. Too sweet for him, really, and he's not usually one for vanilla ice cream, but the peaches are perfectly ripe. He's been in South Carolina for over a year, but Neil thinks this might be his first time eating a peach here.
“Eight months, huh?” he says.
Andrew ignores him.
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do all the unusual asks! B)
Oh my goodness, you’re giving me a lot of work hahaha!
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify
is your room messy or clean? Right now it’s a bit messy, but I like having a clean home 
what color are your eyes? Green
do you like your name? why? Nope. I just feel like it don’t suit me
what is your relationship status? I’m in a committed relationship, and we live together
describe your personality in 3 words or less. Caring, slick, immature
what color hair do you have? Ashy blonde
what kind of car do you drive? color? Don’t have a car. Don’t know how to drive either. 
where do you shop? For what?
how would you describe your style? Fluctuating and changing depending on my mood
favorite social media account. I use most time on tumblr, and instagram
what size bed do you have? My bf and I share a,, uhh, I think a Queen size? It’s approx 200cm x 150cm
any siblings? YES! I have a younger brother. On my dad’s side I got three half siblings and a stepsister, and on my mums side I got two step-sisters
if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? I would stay right here. Although I love travelling and would love to explore several countries
favorite snapchat filter? hOW CAN i CHOOSE?
favorite makeup brand(s) I love NYX, Kat Von D & Urban Decay
how many times a week do you shower? As many as I have to. Minimum every other day
favorite tv show? Right now it’s Lucifer, on Fox. But I also love American Horror Story, and Supernatural still have a special place in my heart even tho I quit at season 9 I think 
shoe size? I’m a EUR 38-39. It’s like a UK size 6 I think?
how tall are you? I am 167 cm tall  / 5 feet 5¾
sandals or sneakers? Sneakers. Sandals are a pain to wear
do you go to the gym? Nah, I do Taekwon-Do twice a week. 
describe your dream date A picnic, at nighttime, just watching the stars
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? I just have my cards really
what color socks are you wearing? White
how many pillows do you sleep with? 1
do you have a job? what do you do? I am a full-time student, but I am looking for a part-time job 
how many friends do you have? I can count my closest friends on 1 hand
whats the worst thing you have ever done? When I was 8 I broke windows at an abandoned  storage house nearby. I thought it was alright because most of the windows were already broken
whats your favorite candle scent? Juniper tree
3 favorite boy names I really have to think, beacuse I love names! But I think I love Loke, Sirius, and Abel the most
3 favorite girl names The same goes with Iris, Aurora, Luna. I literally have a long list of names I love
favorite actor?  Johnny Depp
favorite actress? Sarah Paulson
who is your celebrity crush? Ryan Reynolds
favorite movie? I can’t count how many times I’ve seen Tangled
do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I read when I have the time. It’s either nothing for 6 months or 10 books in a day, there’s no in between. My fave is The fault in our stars, I cried like a baby
money or brains? brains
do you have a nickname? what is it? nah. My name’s too short for a nickname. 
how many times have you been to the hospital? been visiting family a couple of times
top 10 favorite songs It all depends on my mood tho, I cant choose just 10!??
do you take any medications daily? I take birth-control pills hahah
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) I honestly don’t know. Its a combo I think
what is your biggest fear? I have a phobia for clowns. tried to watch the new IT movie to try to defeat my phobia. really clever..
how many kids do you want? I’d like two, although I have a fear of giving birth so idk???
whats your go to hair style? A messy bun , my hear is sooo long it’s in my way all the time
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Live in an apartment in an apartment building
who is your role model? I look up to several people
what was the last compliment you received? “You’re too kind to me”
what was the last text you sent? “That’s okay, I’ll take the time xxx”
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? hE’S NOT REAL????
what is your dream car? ‘67 Chevy Impala
opinion on smoking? Looks cool on old pictures, smells like shit
do you go to college? Yeah, I go to Uni
what is your dream job? Translator. Or actress, but we all know that’s not gonna happen 
would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs
do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Just the ones I need
do you have freckles? Yeah, but they don’t show very well
do you smile for pictures? If i have to, I don’t like cameras, I think everyone turn on their fake side once they see them
how many pictures do you have on your phone? too many memes
have you ever peed in the woods? once
do you still watch cartoons? Heck yeah!
do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? Never had wendy’s so I have to go for McDonald’s even tho I hate them
Favorite dipping sauce? dipping for what food tho?
what do you wear to bed? Depends on how hot/cold it is. Sometimes PJs, sometimes butt naked
have you ever won a spelling bee? We don’t do that kinda thing where I live
what are your hobbies? Bingewatching tv-series and staring into the wall as I realize I’ve got an existential crisis and have no idea what I’m doing with my life
can you draw? I’ve heard I’m good at it. Think I am decent enough
do you play an instrument? Know some chords at guitar and ukulele
what was the last concert you saw? Went to the Pstereo festival in Trondheim, and I’m going to Gorillaz in November, that’s gonna be sweet as heck
tea or coffee? Tea! Coffee is the devil’s work
Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? We don’t have dunkin donuts where I am from so I have to go with ‘bucks
do you want to get married? Yes!
what is your crush’s first and last initial? V.R.
are you going to change your last name when you get married? I want us to have both our names if you get what I mean. So he’ll have mine in addition to his own and vice versa 
what color looks best on you? Green and purple
do you miss anyone right now? Nah, I’m good
do you sleep with your door open or closed? It has to be closed or I’ll freak out
do you believe in ghosts? I believe there’s a lot in this world we don’t understand and can’t explain. I believe in energy, not ghosts per se 
what is your biggest pet peeve? I hate it when people are cracking joints 
last person you called I called Doctors Without Borders
favorite ice cream flavor? Chocolate
regular oreos or golden oreos? regular
chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? chocolate
what shirt are you wearing? a gray one
what is your phone background? It’s a disney themed one
are you outgoing or shy? shy. I try to be more outgoing tho
do you like it when people play with your hair? Depends who
do you like your neighbors? They’re alright I guess
do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? I do it at night after I brush my teeth
have you ever been high? I was on the top of a mountain once hahah
have you ever been drunk? three times
last thing you ate? A sandwich
favorite lyrics right now Oh no do I have to think?
summer or winter? Winter, because chRISTMAS
day or night? I’m a night owl
dark, milk, or white chocolate? yes to all please
favorite month? DECEMBER
what is your zodiac sign Aries
who was the last person you cried in front of? My bf
@tricksterfrog you’re welcome! 
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I was tagged by @blind-lemon to do this questionnaire. 
Fair warning: It is quite long. The questionnaire is too.
The last
1. Drink: Coke
2. Phone Call: Me mam
3. Text Message:my friend/adoptive auntie Jill
4. Song You Listened To: Peg-Steely Dan
5. Time You Cried: uh...like an hour ago
Have You
1. Ever Dated Someone Twice: Yes
2. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: No.
3. Been Cheated On: Probably
4. Lost Someone Special: Yes.
5. Been Depressed: Yes.
6. Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: No
List 3 Favorite Colors:
-Yellow
-Green
-Blue
In The Last Year Have you
1. Made New Friends: YES!!!!
2.Fallen Out Of Love: Yes.
3. Laughed Until You Cried: No.
4. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: No.
5. Met Someone Who Changed You: HELL YES
6. Found Out Who Your Friends Are: Y E S.
General
1. How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: like 50 probably out of 200-something
2. Do You Have Any Pets?: YES!!!! I have a 2 y/o pitbull-border collie named Max and a little albino parakeet named Odette. 
3. Do You Want To Change Your Name: Yes. Since my birth name is still in effect.
4. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: I spent the night with my mom and went to dinner w/my dad and stepmom, and was gifted a copy of The White Album
5. When Did You Wake Up Today: 6:30, I think??
6. What Were You Doing Last Night At Midnight: burning my throat out on a bong in-between texting @blind-lemon and another friend 
7. Name Something You Can’t Wait For: travel.
8. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mum: Yesterday.
9. What Is Something You Wish You Could Change In Your Life: Nothing. Because it brought me here today. 
10. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Well, I had a record going, Aja by Steely Dan. But it played out and now I’m overhearing my auntie and uncle watching Wheel Of Fortune on the television in the living room bc they have it up so loud (they’re hard of hearing--well,, my uncle is anyway)
11. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Called Tom: Yeah, but I was too young to remember.
12. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: I made the mistake of watching the news earlier with my aunt and i ended up getting upset about the mass destruction happening worldwide feeling helpless to do anything about it. But I know that when I travel and sing/help others any small fluctuation will eventually make large ripples. 
13. Most Visited Website: This Place.
Random Info
1. Mole(s): 5 or 6
2. Marks: FRECKLES,, FRECKLES EVERYWHERE IT’S DAY 5,000 AND I FEAR ONE DAY I WILL LOOK TO NO LONGER SEE SKIN
3. Childhood Dream: To be a geologist, which evolved into a veterinarian which then evolved into an ocean biologist which then evolved into ornithology which then evolved into acting/musical theatre which then evolved into MUSIC--Today!
4. Hair Color: Light brown
5. Long Hair or short hair: short, but it’s growing out. I need a haircut 
6. Do you have a crush on somebody: I’m here becos the beatles ruined my life 
7. What do you like about yourself: my compassion and understanding, i’ve come to realize that not everyone i encounter views things the same way and it can be draining
8. Piercings: YES. I have a silver ring on my right nostril. I want to get my lip done too but idk yet
9. Blood type: I have no clue,, but some of the mosquitoes outside my auntie’s house might be able to tell you. 
10. Nickname: Log
11. Relationship status: single and happy
12. Zodiac: Cancer sun, Libra rising, Leo moon
13. Pronouns: He/They
14. Favourite TV shows: Friends, How I Met Your Mother, The Joy Of Painting w/ Bobbie Ross, Andy Griffith, Gravity Falls, Spongebob
15. Tattoos: No! Unfortunately!! I want to get one very soon!
16. Right or left hand: right
17. Surgery: no, thank god
18. Hair dyed in different colors: yes, i went blonde in middle school (dont ask highlights were in) and i went red soon after but washed it out after two days after ‘feeling weird’ idk i was a moody little shite
19. Sport: I loved kicking ass in street hockey, but nothin beats kickin shit at each other whether it’s a ball or a can whatever 
20. Vacation: I’ve been jonsing to go down to La Jolla lately and back to LA even though my last experience there was horrid--it’s calling me back. With it’s East-Coast-style buildings and pigeons everywhere. It’s like a little slice of Manhattan.
21. Pair of trainers: I brought one pair of white high-top Chuck Taylor’s that have my scribbly writing and drawings all over em
22. Eating: whatever that’s food. But i’ve been scared off of eating meat by like every media source since i’ve been in high school so i’m an aspiring vegetarian. Whether or not i’ll follow through is another thing...
23. Drinking: Nothing,, I should probably go and hydrate myself
24. I’m about to: go watch Lawrence Welk with my aunt and uncle
25. Waiting for: The Magical Mystery Tour to take me away already,,jesus 
26. Want: food
27. Get Married: Idk man I don’t see myself being that settled
28. Career: Spiritual counselor/healer, Singer, English Literature Teacher
29. Hugs or kisses: hugs
30. Lips or eyes: eyes
31. Shorter or taller: i like taller, but i honestly don’t care
32. Older or younger: older 
33. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms
34. Sensitive or loud: sensitive
35. Hook-up or relationship: relationship
36. Troublemaker or hesitant: depends on what kind of troublemaker 
Have you ever
1. Kissed a stranger: no
2. Drank hard liquor: yes
3. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i’m always losing my glasses. 95% of the time they’re on my gd head
4. Turned someone down: yes 
5. Sex on the first date: no
6. Broken someone’s heart: yes
7. Had your heart broken: yes
8. Been arrested: no
9. Cried when someone died:Yes.
10. Fallen for a friend: yes
Do you believe in
1.Yourself: Yes,but I doubt far too much
2. Miracles: Yes
3. Love at first sight: yes
4.Santa Clause: Okay, I may be a sap but no. But I don’t doubt there is, in fact, a fat hairy man living in the arctic 
5. Kiss on the first date: it depends
6. Angels: Yes.
7. Current best friend name: Levonia
8. Eye color: hazel
9. Favorite movie: Yellow Submarine or Fantastic Mr. Fox
I tag: @prettymacca , @mclennunf , @greerio , @thefeetlesfan , @dribblebeatles 
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