always forget how much fun i find lineless digital painting until i do it again, for some reason i always expect it to be hell but then i get started and it's like,,, oh wait this fucks actually

WIP under the cut if anyone is curious fsdjkl

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this is about fifteen mins in, I did a simple sketched outline of the bulk shapes first and then blocked out the gist of everything with my paint brush, and I've just gone in and detailed the hands a bit (since they're a good starting place i think for figuring out lighting :3 <- has no idea what they're talking about)

quaranteens (hc) | p.p.

summary: how you and petey boi spend your quarantine <3

i'm not even writing a warning for this one at this point y'all now how i write HAHA

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- covid-19

- coronavirus

- lil shitbag asshole virus

- Y'ALL KNOW THE DEAL

- it's QUARANTIME WITH Y/N AND PETER

- let's get it !

being quarantined with peter parker at avengers headquarters

- lots of animal crossing

- like lots

- you and peter visit each other's islands and it's SO FUNNY

- you keep BONKING each other on the head with your nets

- you shake a tree and a wasps nest falls out

- naturally you yell "SHIT" and steve yells "LANGUAGE"

- so you start fucking SPRINTING (in the game lmao) TO RUN AWAY FROM THE WASPS

- AND POOR PETER GETS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF IT

- AND THE WASPS START FOLLOWING HIM

- AND HE GETS BIT

- you start fucking WHEEZING

- you cannot breathe

- peter just sets the switch down and throws his head back, letting out an annoyed groan/yell

- "bitch ass motherfucker" he whispers as he picks the switch back up

- let's not forget to mention the fact that

- the entire time you and peter are playing

- the two of you are like intertwined

- most of the time your head is in his lap or vice versa

- like y'all get into the WEIRDEST POSITIONS on the couch

- sometimes steve or tony or nat or any of them really will walk by and be like "wtf... kinda cute doe"

- but it's so comfy!!!!!!

- and when y'all play at night it's of course in your rooms

- usually it'll start with the two of you separated

- and then one of you is usually like "why the fuck are we apart right now" and goes into the other's room

- then y'all will get all close to each other and play and there'll just be occasional giggling and tiny conversations and cussing here and there

- peter just starts to HARASS one of ur villagers

- you get a little upset but it's AL so you're like... lol not my problem

- one day peter shows you this tiktok where some couple was playing together and it was like "how me and my bf are spending quarantine apart"

- AND THEIR CHARACTERS ARE LIKE... FUCKING

- BUT ANIMAL CROSSING STYLE

- ANIMAL CROSSING: NEW HORIZONS. RATED E FOR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!

- but you and peter find it SO FUNNY

- SO NATURALLY

- you know what's coming

- YOU AND PETER COPY THEM

- irl the two of you are DYING in his bed

- like rolling all over the place because you're laughing so hard

- peter uses a popper as... you know... and you YELL CAUSE YOU LAUGHED SO HARD

- also it's 4 in the fucking morning

- MEANWHILE

- on the OTHER SIDE OF THE HALL

- sam is FED UP

- !!

- he's like what in the everloving HELL are they DOING!!!

- so

- the man enters the premises like

ಠಿ_ಠ

"what the hell are you two-"

"look!"

- you can barely get that word out because of your laughter

- but you hold up the switch

- sam watches and realizes RIGHT AS PETER USES ANOTHER POPPER

- HE SEES THAT YOU'RE LIKE LAYING DOWN ON THE BED AND HE'S STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU AT YOUR FEET

- the LOOK on his face

- he fucking smiles and buries his face in his hands, shaking his head

- when he finally composes himself his eyes are fucking

watering

"i might just have to get that game.."

- okay that's it for the animal crossing section of this imagine lol i'm obsessed with this game AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE IT

- I HAVE WATCHED FAR TOO MANY VIDEOS

- OKAY MOVING ON!!!!!!!!!!

- the AMOUNT of TV the two of you watch

- the two of you alternate shows you pick (so like peter chooses then you then peter etc etc)

- peter chooses b99 (bae)

- y'all finish that shit in a WEEK

- then you recommend euphoria

- he's like uh okay

- cause he knows how inappropriate that show is lol

- so every time there's a dick on the screen he covers your eyes

- and every time there's b00bies on the screen you cover his

- and some point he's like

"y/n you do realize that i've seen boobs before"

- you're like

- i mean yeah but i refuse to think about that because you're supposed to be innocent and pure and a puppy dsfjkdfnkj

- so you retort

"and you do realize that i've seen a dick before?"

- peter is the more jealous baby

- he pauses the show and shifts his body towards you

"wait, where?"

- you cringe

"some kid i'd just met sent me a dick pic.."

- peter's like okay convo over

- the two of you keep watching but now it's more uncomfortable

- at the end of the episode you were watching (imma say episode two lol)

- you bust out laughing

"you know the kid's dick was like... small, right? like i didn't enjoy receiving that picture? it was unsolicited, peter"

- he laughs lightly

"yeah, okay"

- you poke his cheek

"someone's jealous"

- he gasps

"i am NOT jealous!"

"you just don't like the fact that i've seen a dick"

"i guess, yeah"

"peter, i'm going to eventually"

- the poor kid is like we need to stop talking about penises right the fuck now

- SO YOU TWO KEEP WATCHING

- im so sorry for writing that part in haha it just came to mind and it's CONTENT you know and i really feel like it's a realistic convo to have in that situation

- the last episode makes you cry and you don't even realize you're crying until peter holds you closer and wipes the tear off your cheek

- bae

- let's just say the two of you finished euphoria in a day

- okay also

- DANCE PARTIES!!

- the amount of dance parties the two of you had... insurmountable

- like y'all would be training together and a bop would come on and you'd stop punching just to jump around and make complete fools of yourselves

- the two of you had to have a dance party after finishing euphoria because that shit put you in a FUNK

- but yeah

- dance!!!!!!!!!!!

- okay BAKING!!!!!

- y'all made so much food

- cookies

- cake

- pretzels

- brownies

- like

- never going hungry

- half the time the kitchen is a whole MESS but it's okay cause when you do clean it up you and peter throw bubbles at each other and it's great

- steve swears everyone is going to get so out of shape

- so he comes up with a system

- everyone gets snack time together and then thirty minutes later everyone goes and trains to make up for the extra calories

- and lemme just say

- the training sessions go HARD

- everyone is fucking sugar high it's the most chaotic thing ever

- music blaring

- sam and bucky are wrestling

- tony and steve are arguing in the corner (award for most calories burnt)

- nat and wanda are fighting bruce and pietro and nearly kill each other

- meanwhile you and petey boi are seeing who can do the most complicated gymnastics set

- as soon as the boy does a layout you're like okay BYE

- so yeah

- baking!!!!!!

- time for even more fluff

- cuddling

- oh

- my

- god

- you and peter LITERALLY NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER

- the two of your are in physical contact 99% OF THE TIME

- and that's mainly peter's fault because he lowkey clingy but YOU LOVE IT

- the two of you build a fort in the commons and have movie marathons along with your tv marathons

- occasionally one or more of the team will come chill with y'all

- there's an overall "no judgment zone" that has been declared at headquarters

- aka mind ya own fucking business

- unless someone is literally in a deep state of depression then something needs to be done

- but like

- literally everyone notices how often the two of you are just intertwined with each other

- it's 🅱razy

- also y'all order tons of pizza

- like tons

- thankfully u and peter are like ayo fast metabolism check! (smh i wish lol once i quit soccer it really hit me OOPS)

- OH AND SCHOOL

- y'all are switched to online school

- you and peter-man get really competitive with it to see who can finish all their work the fastest

- thing is the two of you literally have pretty much identical schedules so you end up going at the same pace to work together

- maybe you help each other on quizzes and tests

- no one will ever know

- and overall you two are lowkey thriving in that department because you end up finishing your work for the week in like two or three days and have the rest of the time to just VIBE

- a/n y'all i seriously recommend actually doing that like i get a SUPER big workload at the beginning of the week and as soon as i can i just ZOOOOOM and try to get it all knocked out and it's honestly really helpful

- obviously this can be really difficult for people who aren't self motivated and maybe depressed but i would just try!! if you can!! okay note over BACK TO THE SHITS N GIGGLES

- so yeah

- i don't really have anything else to say but

- overall being quarantined with peter and the team is really nice and the vibes are THERE

- fuck i got another idea

- okay

- it's the middle of the night and you and peter are watching some movie that netflix autoplayed

- the two of you get a notification and look at your phones at the same time

UPDATE: Midtown School of Science and Technology has now been shut down for the rest of the 2019-2020 school year. Online school will continue.

- the two of you visibly shrink

- deadass

- like you just slump over and toss your phone

- you curl up into the boy and a tear rolls down your cheek cause it finally hits you

- this shit is real..

- you sniffle and peter immediately turns to you and wipes your cheek

"hey, it's okay. i'm here."

"i don't know, i just... miss everyone, i guess."

- he nods

- and then he kisses you

- oh so softly

- i'm here

- ...

- okay MOMENT OVER I CAN'T TAKE HOW SERIOUS THAT WAS

- BASICALLY AFTER THAT YOU TWO DON'T REALLY DECLARE ANYTHING BUT YOU DO SPEND A LOT OF QUARANTINE MAKING OUT.... OOPS

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thank u for reading loves

MWAH

Hi hello I’m dying for a Freddie headcanon if you don’t mind like sitting around in the studio or at home with him while he’s writing some hits™️ thank you!!

i’m missing freddie a little extra today (as i am everyday)

this was a lovely request my dear, thank you for sending it but also i feel like what i wrote was sort of shit and i was just kinda spewing out words so i’m so sorry beforehand lol i might redo this sometime xx

**this is gender neutral by the way

you and Freddie met by a chance encounter really

you were working at a record shop in london when freddie strolled in

his hair was long, as was the style in 1971

you were behind the cash register, picking out the next record to put out

Freddie watched you with curious eyes, admiring your figure

and when you settled on a Jimi Hendrix vinyl

Freddie couldn’t stop the grin on his face

but the real interest grew when you turned around, brushing your hand at the side of your pants and sighing

he found you beautiful, needless to say, and he already knew he wanted more

you whipped your head up, feeling his hot gaze on you

you were quite sassy towards anyone but your cheeks always gave away the introverted side of you as they blushed

“can i help you with something?”

“s-sorry” freddie said gently “i was just looking around”

you nodded, finding his demeanour cute and feeling slightly bad for snapping

but when he strolled over and picked up the record for a band you loved dearly??

you couldn’t help yourself

“i love them” you blurted out

freddie almost smirked, almost, but he didn’t want to come off as pompous

and so he brought to the front and decided right then and there he’d buy it

but what you didn’t know was that freddie already had the record

he just picked it up cause if he didn’t he’d keep staring at you lmao

“i-i’m in a band as well” he said as he set down the record

“oh?” you smiled “what’re you guys called?”

“Queen, we’re playing a show at the uni just down the road from here”

“that’s my uni, i go there”

“really?” freddie’s eyes sparkled at the thought. not only were you breathtaking, but you had brains.

(( freddie loved you already ))

“we’re on at 8pm tomorrow night, you should come”

you nodded, grinning at the idea of seeing him again

“okay, yeah. i’ll be there. i like the band name by the way”

freddie took the record into his hands, peering at you once more before he went out the door

“thanks,” he said to your compliment “i chose it”

from that encounter on, you and freddie were never apart

you spent almost everyday together, unless Queen was going on a tour, but even then you’d come out to see him

and with your relationship flourishing, your musical journey with him did as well

you and freddie often went back and forth sharing your favorite songs, new artists you discovered

whilst Queen was out at the Ridge Farm trying to get A Night At The Opera together

you surprised freddie by coming out for a visit

and whilst the two of you were lounging around in bed, wrapped in each others arms after making love

freddie sighed

and you were like what’s wrong darling?

and he just goes

“i’m going to write a song for you”

you look at him and he meets your eyes, small smile playing off his lips

“r-really? freddie you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” he said before twirling a piece of your hair in his fingers

“i love you, freddie” you whisper

“i only love you more” he replied before kissing you

and when you were lying around on the couch, listening to freddie come up with melodies

he plays one that makes your heart melt, one that’s enough to cause you to shoot up and stare at him

((because let’s be real, freddie’s always out here pulling amazing piano melodies so it became a norm for you))

then he starts singing

“Love of my life, you’ve hurt me, you’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me…”

you smile, loving how his eyes shut whenever he was concentrated

“Love of my life, can’t you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don’t take it away from me because you don’t know, what it means to me…”

“I love that so much” you say as he scribbles down the notes

Freddie looks up at you with a grin, “I would hope so, it’s about you”

and when you stride over to him, eyes full of admiration for this talented man, he tugs you into his arms

“I’m the love of your life?” you ask, a gentle blush on your cheeks

“the only one.” he replies before kissing you

once at home, Freddie seems to only make hits when he’s around you

probably because you’re his muse, which he’s told you and the entire world many times before

seriously, in interviews, no matter how much he wanted to keep his home life private

he would never fail to give you credit for being his inspiration really

how do u think somebody to love came around??

here’s how :-)

you were sitting in a chair whilst Freddie was messing around with the record player

and suddenly he puts on an aretha franklin record

(he got you obsessed with her by the way, most music he loved you did too because he’d play it nonstop lmao)

and he looks to you and says “i want to make a song like this”

and you’re like … freddie, u really wanna make gospel music

and he’s like “well no, it’ll still be rock n roll, just with a bit of this gospel to it, just listen to how she sings!”

and you’re like alright freddie, we can do this

so you get the bright idea to challenge him even further

“i have a challenge for you, freds” you say

his ears perk up, he loved a good challenge

“okay”

“i’m going to throw out a random line or phrase, and you have to make a song based around what i say. make it a gospel-y song if you want”

he nods, knowing you could throw out just about anything and he’d probably do it

so you pause for a moment before finally saying

“Somebody to love”

and freddie just raaaaaaan with it

calls the song better than bohemian rhapsody really

but also loved it cause you were involved

however, Freddie’s favorite time to song write, along with yours,

was when you two are in bed, your head against his chest as he held out a little notebook

both you and him were invested in the moment really

because Freddie preferred writing the melodies so you stepped in for lyrics

also because Freddie adored your speaking voice and anything to hear you just keep talking?? sign him up

“what about this, freddie,” you say before rambling off lyrics to what would later be known as “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”

but really you just loved being around as part of watching him make some of the best music to ever be made

and as much as you enjoyed watching him do so, Freddie was even more in awe of you if you could believe it

He often thought you were the real musical genius, coming up with lines that somehow fit with whatever he was going for

and one late night when the two of you were listening to the vinyl for Queen’s next album, still unreleased

you sighed, unable to believe that you could be part of something great

Freddie took you into his arms, kissing your temple gently before saying

“This is all for you, my love. All for you.”

so i wrote this at 1:53am lol i’m so sorry it’s shit x i tried 

Omegle You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like lams, and laflams. Heyyy ole buddy ole pal best friiiend. I gotta ask a favorrr. JL I don't like the sound of that. -AH Noooo shhhh it's not like a huge deal?? But I need you to take me home or to your place or something JL Jesus, how drunk are you, Laurens? -AH Lmao I'm more sober now! You shoulda seen me earlier but I'm just not supposed to leave alone?? The bar guy said so JL Yeah, yeah, I'll come get you. Idiot. -AH Even though you didn't invite me out with you tonight. Even though I'm the best drinking buddy you've got. -AH I shoulda cuz then I wouldnta gotten if trouble but I always invite you guys out and I didn't wanna be needy or shit but now I'm more needy JL You're not needy. Believe it or not we actually like hanging out with you, you know. That's kind of what being friends implies. -AH What trouble did you get into this time? -AH Okay yeah but I'm always wanting to go out and I'm always asking and I just wanted to give you guys a break so I went to our bar with that one regular guy who's an ass and he's the one who started it. Like I threw the first punch but he has it coming JZl JL** I don't know who 'that one regular guy' is, John. Gotta be more specific. -AH You okay? -AH Idk his name it's like Lee?? The one who talks shit about us?? And I'm fine!! Better than fine!! I think I look cute with a busted lip lmaooo JL Oh, that one. Yeah, he definitely had it coming. You win? -AH You look cute without a busted lip, too, though so that isn't exactly saying much. -AH I totallllyy one. Like his face is like completely ruined and my knuckles are busted but I'm so happy JL He was insulting aaaaaall of you guys. JL Yeah? What was he saying this time? -AH You know you don't have to defend our honor, right? We're big boys. I've no problem punching people myself if they insult me. -AH We don't gotta talk about the shit he said shhhhh JL But he had it coming so I decked him and we fought and I almost got in trouble with the bartender but it's chiiiiill I just have to be escorted home. JL But now I'm curious :( -AH I'm grabbing my keys now. I'll be there in five. -AH Just someone that earned a punch to the fucking faceeee JL Okay thank you <333 JL [paras?] [yep ! Want me to start? ] [Sure, if you want to :) ] After convincing the bartender that he was going to be picked up, John was allowed to shuffle outside. His injuries weren't very major except for some bruising on his ribs. He curled up on the curb, fiddling with his phone in his hands as he waiting for the headlights. As soon as a car vaguely resembling the make and model of Alex's appeared, he jumped up, immediately darting into the passenger seat. He offered Alex a wide grin, ignoring how painfully it pulled at his lips. "You're the /best/!" He announced with a grin. "Yeah, I know," Alexander said, rolling his eyes at John and turning down the radio. "Damn, looks like Lee got a few good hits in. You sure you're okay?" He pulled away from the curb and did a sharp u-turn--living in NYC didn't make him the greatest driver but fuck it, he'd never hit anyone so it was all good--and headed back in the direction of his studio apartment. "You better love me, getting myself out of bed and two in the morning to pick up your drunk ass." Not that he'd actually been asleep but that was beside the point; John didn't need to know that. John took a moment to fumble with the seat belt buckle before he relaxed into the fest. He laughed, one hand moving up to finger the cut on his lip. "You should see him, babe!" He laughed, chest puffing out with pride. He tried desperately to attempt to look sheepish, but he was still grinning at his accomplishment. "I'm sorry. I promise never to text you at two in the morning ever again ever." He grinned, nudging Alexander with a laugh. "Yeah, that'll be a treat at least," Alex said and laughed. Charles Lee was a dick; it was about time someone actually held him responsible for his words. "I imagine I probably will. On campus or the next time we go out. The guy seems to be /everywhere./" He glanced over at John and grinned. He couldn't be too bad if he was being this boastful. "Whatever, keep texting me at two in the morning. Someone's gotta come get out of trouble." He did his best to play it cool, but Alexander really did like hearing from John, even if--and maybe especially if--it was in the early hours of the morning when none of his other friends were awake. The idea of all of his friends getting to see the work John had painstakingly put into messing up Lee's face. He paused as he realized that would allow Lee the opportunity to tell everyone exactly why they have fought. John cleared his threat, cheeks flushing pink as he turned his head to the side. "You'll probably text me before I text you." He added, turning his head before managing to relax. "So did I wake you up?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair absently as he tried to keep the conversation as safe as possible as Alexander took him home and ((Shit sorry hit enter too early He absently wondered where he was even heading towards. He was hoping Alexander was going to take him back to his friend's apartment just to have an excuse to talk with Alexander for longer and keep his friend company. Having someone to bandage his knuckles was another advantage, and he rubbed at them absently. "So where are we heading??" "Shut up," Alex said. "I don't text you /that/ much." Except he did. At all hours of the day. "Nah, you didn't. I was up anyways. Putting the finishing touches on an article I was working on. And back to my place unless you had somewhere you'd rather go? We can crash at your apartment if you'd rather, but I'm not leaving you alone like you are right now." He fiddled with the AC a bit as they came up to a light, before looking over at John again. "So. When are you going to tell me what Lee said that finally made you hit him?" John nudged him once more, laughing. "You text everyone like twenty times in a row, Alex, don't play." John grinned, nodding. He could immediately steal a hoodie as soon as he got into Alexander's apartment as he always did. He let out a groan, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to think over the best way to start off the explanation. "Okay, okay, so he saw me alone and started talking shit about me being by myself to start off with and that didn't get things off on the right foot /anyway/." Alex didn't bother to deny it. "Is that it?" Alexander asked, wondering if maybe he'd missed something, although, he was hardly new to parsing what John said when drunk. Although, usually Alex was drunk right along with John; it was pretty rare for him to play DD. "So, he's being a dick and making fun of you for being alone--which, okay, can you say hypocrite? He's not exactly the most popular guy around--and then?" John let out another groan, the sound shifting almost immediately into a whine. "He was..." He sighed, leaning over as far as the seatbelt would let him. "Okay so he was saying you guys finally got the right idea and abandoned me, right? Which didn't make me too mad but he just started..." He closed his eyes, jaw clenching briefly. "Okay, so he called me a fag and that got my attention." Alex held the steering wheel tighter, pretty much white knuckling it. "Fucking asshole," he said, biting at his lip. He was tempted to turn the damn car around and see if he could find Lee and give him some more bruises on top of whatever John had already done. "He's such a /dick./ You know he's wrong, right? We're not sick of you, and using those types of slurs in this day and age is fucking despicable. God, he's so ignorant; just like his douchebag cronies. Who gives a shit who you like to fuck?" Alex bit his lip, realizing that he was starting to ramble. "I kinda want to go back and get in a few punches myself." John began to relax as Alexander's anger seemed to grow. John knew he was quick to fight after drinking and it was relieving to be reassured that he didn't overreact, and even without telling the rest of the story Alexander seemed to share his anger. "It's not a big deal." He told his best friend, straightening up in his seat to lay a hand over Alexander's arm. "He was just talking a lot of shit and I shut him up." He realized after a moment he was rubbing Alex's arm for way too long and he pulled back, hands folding in his lap. "Like I don't know if he's gonna try to say shit again, but just don't listen, alright?" He asked, his voice almost close to pleading as he looked up, trying to catch Alex's eyes as they pulled up to a red light. "I mean, it's not like I actually believed anything he said." He added, perhaps a bit faster than was truly necessary. It was hard to tell in the heat of the moment, but afterwards, John knew he had wiped away tears after their fight had ended and they were pulled off one another. Alex didn't need to know. "It /is/ a big deal," Alexander argued, shaking his head. He pulled up to his apartment complex and pulled into his space, putting the car in park but making no move to get out yet. "He can't go around saying shit like that. It's fucked up. God, what a pathetic life do you have to lead to want to go and make other people feel like shit to get your jollies? It's fucked. If he tries to pull it again I'm not just going to ignore it, John." Even if he wanted to, Alexander was pretty sure that he wasn't capable of not responding; Alex wasn't exactly known for having a cool temper. He reached over and took John's hand back his own, just wanting the contact. "Is that when you hit him? Or did he say more shit?" John let out another groan, regretting having said anything to begin with, though it was hard to keep a secret around Alexander. It was hard to refuse him when he asked a question, especially in person when there was eye contact and he could bring himself to pull away. "He probably won't say anything to us, but just in case." His fingers folded in Alexander's grip, and while he should be mindful of his bruised and busted knuckles, there was something comforting with the contact that all he could do was stroke the side of Alexander's hand with his thumb. "Shit about you and Laf and Herc." He mumbled, unbuckling his seat belt to turn to face Alexander more fully. "Joked about you three running off and having a three way or something." His face grew even more red, and eye contact with Alexander was now impossible. "I just kinda tuned him out until I had to deck him." John pulled Alexander's hand closer, fiddling absently with Alexander's knuckles as his eyes trained themselves on a wrinkle in his shirt. He was sobered slightly compared to earlier, but trying to make sense of his emotions was difficult when all he could think about was the desire to curl up on the couch with Alexander and keep whatever contact they had going. "I mean I guess he didn't even really insult you guys." Alexander couldn't help but laugh a little bit at that. He ran his thumb softly over John's knuckles and shook his head. "A threeway with Herc and Laf? That's fucking bush league and I can't say that I'm personally offended by that at all; Herc and Laf are hot. I'm personally flattered that Lee thinks I'm on their level." He tried to keep his tone light, and really he'd heard far worse about himself, but he couldn't help but be upset on John's behalf. "I can't promise that I won't say anything or react if he does say something to us. I'm sick of his getting away with this shit, John. I mean, except for the beating he walked away with today. I don't like people talking shit about you or hurting you. Or any of my friends." He added on the last part quickly, almost as an afterthought, and unbuckled his seatbelt as well to face John more fully. He sighed after a moment, the gear shift keeping him and John apart. "C'mon, let's go in. Futon's way more comfortable than the car anyways." Not by a whole lot, but whatever. John paused before erupting in his own fit of giggles. The concept itself wasn't funny when he had imagined it, torn between a mixture of arousal and feeling inadequate, but he was able to laugh at the idea now. "You outta their league? C'mon." He snickered before reluctantly letting go of Alexander's hand. He swallowed thickly as he got out of the car, face still hot. "I guess it was the fact that he was saying I wasn't good enough?" He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets and ignoring the way it stung as skin caught against fabric. "For the record, I would be pretty pissed if y'all had an orgy without me and didn't even bother inviting me. Like common courtesy at least." He smiled, nudging Alexander once more as he stumbled to the apartment, not wanting to reflect too heavily on how protective and kind and sincere Alexander sounded, because that only made his heart beat more uncomfortably in his chest. "Futon sounds nice. You gonna play doctor on me first?" "Oh, c'mon they're both so... you know. They both look like fuckin' Adonis. And so do you for that matter. I don't know why I picked such hot friends." Alexander sighed heavily before laughing once more. "You'd definitely be invited to our sex party if I had a say in it. Can't leave out our Laurens." He kissed his cheek--and, okay, maybe he'd spending too much time around Lafayette because he was apparently picking up the Frenchman's mannerisms now--and stepped in behind John. "Mi casa es su casa," he said, gesturing around the space. It was a mess of papers and laundry scattered everywhere and not very big and just one large room with a bathroom and kitchen space attached, but it worked for Alexander. He raised an eyebrow at John as he went to get some rubbing alcohol and bandaids. "I'll patch you up, but we should probably wait until your sober to 'play doctor,'" he said, smirking at John. John hummed his agreement before snorting. "You say that like you aren't as sexy as they are." He laughed, shaking his head. Confident that he was cute, John was also of the opinion that he was far too cute to be considered sexy next to any of his friends. Hearing that he was invited was reassuring, and he just barely managed to keep himself from spluttering at the kiss. "I'm holding you to that." He mumbled, shuffling into the apartment to take a seat on the futon. John's own apartment was nicer, but it was hard not to feel completely at ease in Alexander's space. "Yeah, yeah, don't act like you'd be good at role playing." John laughed, peeling his shoes off before laying back against the cushions. "Way too impatient for that shit, I bet." Alexander just shook his head at John and shrugged. Personal appearance was never something he'd cared at all about, and he had plenty of confidence--too much if you asked most people around him; he just knew he wasn't going to be winning any beauty contests. He had more than enough brains and perseverance to make up for anything else he lacked. He didn't say as much to John, though, just gave him a tight grin and kicked a shirt that was laying on the floor out of the way to crouch down in front of him on the futon. He took one of John's hands and starting wiping down the worst of the cuts with the alcohol he'd grabbed. "Shut up, I could be an awesome roleplayer. I've got patience for miles." He stuck his tongue out at John. "I just always feel ridiculous when I try and generally ruin the scene by laughing or some shit." John made himself as comfortable as he could in preparation for the pain and suffering he knew would be coming. He gritted his teeth, eyes closing as the worst of the cleaning was out of the way. "That's what you get for trying to be creative and extra." He mumbled, lightly tapping Alexander's side with his foot. "I probably couldn't do that shit either. I also don't really talk much during so I don't see the point." He paused, glancing down at his chest. "Mind checking my ribs after this? Pretty sure they're just bruised, but just to be safe." And if doing so meant stripping off his shirt in front of Alexander, so be it. Hearing Alexander compliment his appearance and compare him to Lafayette or Hercules made him want to show off to try to earn the compliment. [hello? Sorry phone glitched] [Yeah, still here, I got your message :) ] Alexander pressed band-aids over the worst of the cuts, but wasn't sure how long they'd last, being right over the knuckles the way they were. "Well, hopefully that'll hold until they heal some more. And, hey, you gotta mix it up sometimes. When was the last time I did anything that wasn't 'extra'?" He stood and gestured at John and said, "Yeah, of course, off the shirt then, Laurens." His tone was cavalier, but that thought that John might actually be injured did make his heart jump into his throat. "For Lee's sake he'd better hope their bruised," he said under his breath, knowing he wouldn't really be able to help going out and picking his own fight with Lee if he'd broken John's ribs. He poked gently at Lauren's side throat the shirt, not really sure what he was even supposed to be looking for. "Can you breathe all right?" John grinned at Alexander's gentle touch, finally pulling his hands back. He almost felt bad - he was certain his ribs weren't broken. He had been in enough fights to know what that felt like - but he couldn't turn down the opportunity. Alexander's fingers were light against his side, the skin not tender enough for him to flinch. "Breathing's good." He announced, tugging his shirt up and over his head. He winced at the action; no broken ribs, but he was sore enough to flinch at the action. He breathed out slowly, looking down to scan his own chest. "Do I look all beaten and bruised?" He asked, leaning back to let Alexander look over him at his leisure. His sides looked red, not yet bruised, though he was sure things would darken the next morning. "If you can stop from staring at my freckles." He teased, tapping the pattern on his chest absently. He was oddly proud of the marks covering his face and chest and shoulders, regardless of how cute they looked instead of sexy. Alex was staring. He really couldn't help it. The freckles everywhere and John's just general body was difficult to not stare at. He cleared his throat and looked away, shoving John gently. "Wasn't staring at your freckles," he blatantly lied. "Sounds like someone needs an ego check. He smiled at John and shook his head. You're a little bruised along the side. Busted lip. It'll probably look and feel worse tomorrow. Not too bad, though. I've definitely seen you walk away worse after a fight. Side note: You should stop getting into so many fights." Not that Alexander could talk. He joined John on the futon, sitting close, and letting his hand rest on John's leg. "Your freckles are annoyingly cute, though. Just so you know." John was surprised that Alexander did seem to be staring, though he knew better than to let it go to his head. "I had to punch him. You wanted me to just let him go after saying all that shit?" He asked with a grin. He relaxed into the futon, throwing his arms up over the sides of the futon, glancing down at the hand now close to his thigh. "And I'm adorable. Figured you knew that already." He laughed, sticking his tongue out childishly as he shifted, throwing his legs over Alexander's lap. Alexander shrugged. He'd have done the same thing in that situation. "I mean, you could have," he said. "You wouldn't be all bruised up and hurting." And Lee would have gotten away with being able to say whatever the hell he pleased just like he always did. Alex left that part unsaid. "Excuse you, do I look like an ottoman to you?" he asked when John's legs were thrown over his lap. He made no move to throw John's legs off, though. He didn't mind a bit. "You're something alright." John shook his head, talking before he could stop himself. "Not what he said about us." He mumbled, only shifting further onto Alexander's lap, closing his eyes as he relaxed. "You're a great ottoman. You should try to make that into being a new career." He laughed, enjoying exactly how comfortable Alexander felt under him. [ I swear it fees longer on mobile omg Alexander sat up a bit and frowned at John. "What did he say about us?" he asked, knowing that John had to have left something out of the story now. "Maybe I should. This is certainly easier than law school. And I'll be in less debt afterwards." He crinkled up his nose at the thought. Even with scholarships, he was going to buried in debt. "Wait, no, you're getting me off topic. What did Lee say about us?" [Honestly I can't type more than like a line on mobile so I'm impressed regardless xD] John stilled, his face immediately heating up. "Doesn't matter." He mumbled, reaching over to grab his shirt to cover his own face. "It's a very non invasive way to sell your body." He had hoped that would've been enough to distract him, but Alexander pushed on regardless. Keeping the shirt over his face he let out another groan. "Lee's just talking shit every second of his life." He mumbled, though he took a deep breath. "Just something about you getting tired of me hanging off of you all the time. And just other bullshit. Just don't think about it?" "What a piece of shit," Alexander said, anger rising up in him again. It wasn't even that bad, but the fact that Lee was trying to convince John that Alex was sick of him was annoying. "You know he's just talking shit, right? There's no truth to that at all. You're my best friend; I'm not gonna get sick of you anytime soon." Alex absently trailed his fingers lightly over John's leg where it rested over top of him, just barely enough to even tickle. He honestly should have known better than to mention it, keeping his face covered for another moment before he finally tugged the shirt off of his face, shivering at the touch. "I know, I know." He said dismissively, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. "I don't know. I just got pissed off at the way he..." John shrugged. "I don't know. He just seemed so... confident? That you didn't care?" He shifted until he could hide his face against Alexander's shoulder, closing his eyes. "I don't know. I need to stop drinking." "You're an adult and you don't have, like, a drinking problem as far as I can tell. So you like to get drunk every now and then. We all do that. Although... maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to tone it down a little. You do seem to find yourself getting into trouble fairly often." Alex wrapped his arm around John and scratched at his scalp, rubbing his head and playing with his curly hair. "Look, Lee doesn't know shit about me or how I feel so all that confidence is fake. Who even knows where he gets those stupid ass ideas from. I'm anything but tired of you." John was powerless to do anything but enjoy the fingers running through his hair, and if he threw his arms around Alexander, surely he wouldn't say anything. "I just punch people who need to be punched. My fists are a lot faster than words." He mumbled, keeping his face tucked against his shoulder. "I was also just in a bad mood and it made it worse and I should've just asked to come over and spent the night with you. Way more fun than punching people." He decided, his arms tightening around his friend. "Nice to cuddle with you." He admitted, absently remembering he was still shirtless. "Words can be so satisfying, though," Alexander pointed out. "A few well placed ones and they can bring people down. ... not quite as fast as your right hook, though, no. You're definitely right about that." He sighed and kept up what he was doing, enjoying have John so close to him and cuddled up like this. It was nice. "Yeah, you should have. I've just been sitting here working on a paper all night. Company would have been very welcome. Why were you in a bad mood to start off with?" "Only you could get satisfied from just words." John laughed, lips dragging against Alexander's shoulder. "So from now on I'll punch everyone and you'll talk to everyone." He almost felt bad for interrupting Alexander and his work, but he knew Alexander needed a break more often than not. He would try to remember that he could ask to come over more often. The idea of just laying on the futon as Alexander typed away on his laptop. It was a nice enough thought. "Doesn't matter." He mumbled, one hand moving to rest over Alexander's chest. "Just happens, ya know?" "We'd make a good superhero team: you hit them, I lecture them. I'm not sure which people would hate more." He laughed softly, his heart seeming to jump when John's hand rested over his chest and the soft brush over his lips over his shoulder and his bare skin pressed against Alex, even if Alexander was still fully dressed. It really was annoying how much of an effect John could have on Alexander. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against back against the top of the futon and nodded. "I guess so," he agreed, shrugging. "You're sure nothing's been bothering you, though? I mean, before tonight." "We can ask Herc to design us costumes and everything." He snickered before his jaw stretched open in a yawn. "Swear I'm fine." He told Alexander softly, biting down on the side of his mouth that wasn't cut. The last couple of days had been spent mostly to himself, and while he texted all of his friends throughout the day, he had been wanting for someone to pull him out of the rut he had been in. "Just don't worry." He whispered, his grip on Alexander slackening as he slowly pulled away. "I promise I'm fine." "Of course, it would be a crime to have anyone else put together costumes for us." He continued absently playing with John's hair, biting back a whine as his friend pulled away a bit. "I'll always worry about you some, John. It's what friends do." Alexander realized how corny that was right as he said it, but decided he didn't care. It was true. "You getting tired? It's getting fucking late out. Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow?" "Clearly." He laughed, taking hold of his shirt before slipping it back on. "I can take care of myself most of the time." He leaned back into the cushions, tempted to lean back into Alexander's arms. "I could stay up longer." He told him, smiling tiredly. "I don't have anything to do tomorrow but relax and probably sleep in until two in the afternoon." He laughed, running his fingers through his hair absently, wanting to stay up as late as possible with his closest friend. Alexander pouted a bit as the shirt was slipped back on and John was completely out his arms. The moment had been nice while it was lasted. "Uh-huh? Well, I'll believe that when I see it," he teased, shoving lightly at John's shoulder. "I don't know how the hell you sleep that late. I'd call bullshit, but I've roomed with you before. I know how messed up your sleep schedule can get." Again, though, not like Alexander had room to talk. "I wasn't planning on heading to bed for a bit anyways, so that works out well. Feels like we haven't hung out in forever." It had only been a few days, but still. John smiled, absently fiddling with the bandages on his hands. "I'm not completely incapable of taking care of myself." He announced with a huff before laughing. He paused, glancing around the room absently. "Shit, you need to finish that article, don't you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know it's been a while since we've hung out, but it would be fine if you wanted to work instead." He offered, hoping he didn't sound nearly as disappointed as he felt. It was nice having Alexander's attention, but he had already cuddled with him and been bandaged up so kindly. It was unfair of him to want to ask for more of his closest friend. "Or if you wanted me to head back to my place, I'd understand." Alexander bit at his lip and glanced to his still open laptop. The screen had fallen asleep, but he knew it'd be open to the page he was writing. He'd had every intention of finishing his first draft tonight so he could do all of his edits and rewrites over the weekend in between studying. "Technically I've got awhile before I need to have it finished so it's fine. I'm pretty much done with this draft anyways. It's nothing that can't wait for the morning. Besides, it's extracurricular. You can stay. I don't even know how you'd plan to get home this late honestly." John followed his eyes, frowning. "I mean, it's still important." He tugged at his hair, wishing he was just as drunk as he had been earlier. It wasn't as easy to talk to Alexander. "Maybe walk?" He offered before shrugging. He gestured absently to the futon, smiling. "Were you gonna have me sleep on the floor or something?" He asked, nudging Alexander playfully before he pulled his hair up into a ponytail. "You sure you're fine with me staying over?" He asked, biting down on his lip only to wince as his teeth scratched against the cut. "Shiiiit." He whined, touching his lip delicately. "I know that," Alexander said, snapping at John just a little bit. He was more than aware of how important it was that he finish all of his work, curricular or extracurricular, and that the quality remain top-notch. He couldn't afford for a dip in his GPA, and he needed a well-rounded resume. It was a rare occurrence for him to even offer to put off his work for a few hours, but frankly right now he couldn't find the energy to want to finish; not when he had John here. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it. It folds out into a bed. Kind of. If you stretch your definition of bed. Enough room for two, though. Or I can take the floor. You probably shouldn't be sleeping on the ground with your bruises and all." John stilled, swallowing thickly. His eyes fell immediately to the cushion between them. He regretted going out even more now, ashamed at having distracted Alexander. "I.." He sighed, just wanting to lay down- whether it be on concrete or cushion. "Either works. Us sharing or me taking the floor, I meant." His knuckles clenched slightly, still not raising his head. He wanted to share the futon with Alexander, wanted to relax and lay down and pretend he wasn't acting ridiculous. "Uh, when do you wanna lay down?" Alexander shrugged, feeling how uncomfortable things had become in the past couple of moments and not liking it at all. "We'll share then," he said, lowering the back so it lay flat like a bed and tossing his pillows and blankets on top of it. "I'm cool laying down whenever," he said with another shrug. He pulled his hair of the messy ponytail he'd had it pulled up in and finger combed out the worst of the tangles in it. He climbed into bed, but propped himself up, sitting up right. "How about you? When were you wanting to lie down?" He cringed a little bit at how stilted everything felt. John nodded, taking a seat on the side of the bed. He sighed, collapsing back into the bed before throwing an arm around Alexander's waist, pulling close. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, against Alexander's chest. "I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass." He apologized, swallowing his pride easily enough when Alexander was involved. "Shouldn't have gotten drunk. Or texted you. Or shit, I don't know." "You're not being a pain in the ass," Alex said. "Trust me, if you were I'd tell you. I've got no problems telling people when they're being pains. He turned to face John more fully and wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, pulling him in close. "And you better fucking always text me when you get into trouble. I'm kinda fond of you and would rather you not get into an accident or bigger trouble or some shit next time." John relaxed into Alexander's arms, nuzzling against Alexander's neck. "I'm still sorry." He mumbled, eyes closing. "I just don't wanna bug you. And I know you're busy and I just miss you." He rambled, pressing his lips against Alexander's neck absently. "Sorry." "Well, stop being sorry," Alexander said. "It's fine. You're not bugging me. I like having you around." He trailed his fingers up and down John's back lazily, tracing over his backbone and yawning. "I miss you, too, John. Seriously, there's nothing to be sorry about. One paper to finish up hardly even qualifies as me being busy." John smiled against Alexander's neck, pulling away enough to pull a blanket over them. "You have?" He asked, shifting until his limbs were starting to get tangled with Alexander's. "It's been a while since you invited me over and I just... Got worried, I guess." He admitted, exhaling slowly. "Yeah," Alexander said, nodding in agreement. He shifted around until the blanket was adjusted comfortably over him and sighed happily, enjoying being this close and tangled with John. "It's boring without you," he teased. "Guess I just got kinda busy. Lots going on. It's nothing to do with you." He made a mental note to invite John--and the other guys, too--over more often. Or out. His apartment wasn't great for entertaining. John was happy to think that they could spend the rest of the night curled up together. "Thank you." He smiled, humming comtently as everything started to feel normal again. "For everything. Even bandaging me up, though you didn't even try to kiss anything better." He teased, poking him lightly in the side. "Oh, what was I thinking," Alex said, smirking at John. "Clearly I'm off my game." He took one of John's hands and kissed the bruised knuckles. "There. Better? Just let me know if that lip needs some love as well." He winked at John and couldn't help but laugh a bit and cuddle up closer with John. John laughed, grinning widely at the touches. "It wouldn't hurt." He smiled, waggling his eyebrows before pushing his bottom lip out as if in a pout. "Not like you to not be thorough." He teased, slipping an arm under Alexander's back. "Well, you're not wrong," Alexander said, smiling at John. He leaned in and pressed a teasing peck right over the cut on John's lip and pulled back; he didn't want to irritate it more than it already was. "Now no one can say I haven't done my due diligence." John closed his eyes, surprised at just how light the touch was. "Tease." He laughed, pressing his lips against Alexander's cheek. "You're cute." He laughed, his hands moving to Alexander's chest. Alexander shrugged. "Hey, if you want more than that you know where I am." He was still grinning wide, unable to wipe the stupid grin from his face. "You're pretty cute yourself, you know." He pushed a stray lock of hair out of John's face and back behind his ear before letting his arms settle down over his waist. John raised a hand up to Alexander's cheek before pulling him in for a quick kiss. "You're cuter." He decided, his thumb brushing over Alexander's cheek as he pulled back. "That cool?" He asked, laughing even as he tried to ask. Alexander raised an eyebrow at John, but laughed as well and agreed. "Yeah, that's cool. And I'm not going to argue over which of us is cuter; I think we can just agree we're both cute as fuck and leave it at that." John laughed, pressing another kiss to Alexander's lips before pulling back to rest his head against Alexander's chest. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Alexander cupped John's face as he kissed him, chasing his lips briefly as he pulled away. He held John tightly to his chest and ran his fingers through John's ponytail. "Whatever I say is exactly right. Because I'm always right," he teased, pulling at one of John's curls lightly. John grinned, excited that Alexander seemed just as interested as he was. "Honestly, I don't feel like complaining." He grinned, absently running his hand over Alexander's chest. "Well I'd hope not," Alexander said, continuing to just play with John's hair and enjoy the feeling of him in his arms. "I can't say this is how I expected my day to end. Not complaining, either." [Hey, it's getting real late and I'm like about to fall asleep; do you want to continue this over email or kik or something? If not, no worries :) ] [ yeah definitely! 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