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- UNTIL DAWN

- LIFE IS STRANGE

SADIE ADLER

ABIGAIL ROBERTS

ARTHUR MORGAN

CHARLES SMITH

she saw you as her competitor at first, just another jess - all ass, no brains.

you hadn't proved to her you were the pretty little bimbo type she labelled you as, and she was desperate to find out before she began to plan a way to topple you.

"So," The girl drags, "What are you, like, into?" Emily questions, snatching your attention with her inquiry, you were sure she'd never spoken to you before (unless death-staring is classed as speaking nowadays).

"Penis mostly, but I'd make exceptions." You joke, but the girl clearly didn't get the gist, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping slightly. It was priceless.

she expected a jessica answer, like 'shopping', 'boys' or 'kicking my legs and twirling my hair while on the phone'. but instead she just got wit - a bit of a curveball.

"Be for real," she huffed, the eye roll almost theatrical, ", any hobbies besides penis?" It was a blatant attempt to regain control, to steer the conversation back to safe territory, a place where she could analyse and categorise you with ease.

You turn your body to face her, "Alright, music I guess?" You sigh as you lean back into your chair.

Emily, however, seemed satisfied, her expression softening slightly as if you’d finally provided a suitable level of normalcy. “Like, what kind?” she probed, the question surprisingly genuine. Her earlier snark seemed to have momentarily vanished.

you can't recall any of the lesson's topic, you'd spent 2 hours getting to know each other, everything surrounding the two of you just didn't seem to matter.

then it happened again. chatting away about whatever surfaced your thoughts throughout the day. then it happened again, and again and again.

she wasn't trying to size you up any more, not analysing you for any weakness - and it unveiled the caring person she really is in contrast to other perspectives on the girl.

emily is a very intelligent girl, she knows her worth and isn't scared to speak her mind at all, you find it pretty mesmerising how calculated and well-spoken she is.

just because she's softened up doesn't mean she still isn't a bitch. you dedicate 30 minutes of your shared lesson to gossiping (which is 200 times more enthusiastic and fun with emily)

eventually the occasional 2 hours you'd have together during your history class turned into spending your weekends together.

you saw her in a completely different way, her snappy remarks weren't intended to offend you, it was her best attempt at providing advice - in her own weird way.

days turned into weeks, then into months, and you were completely locked in.

you spent most weekends together, lunches, breaks, after-school, days off. you became inseparable, understanding each other on so many new levels.

"Put that down," Emily commands. It's unexpected and shocks you a little, you put the dress hanger back onto the rack and slowly turn to face towards the girl, who was glaring at the back of your head. "What's wrong?" You ask, a little bewildered by the sudden shift in her demeanour. She crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on your face. "That dress," she began, her voice sharper than usual, "It's hideous. I wouldn't be caught dead in that." She crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on my face. You blink, taken aback. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but you know she's physically unable to suggest/give advice in any other way. Leaning against the rack, an eyebrow quirks, "And how, pray tell, would you dress me, oh fashion guru?" A flicker of amusement crossed Emily's face, a subtle twitch of her lips betraying her attempt at maintaining a stern facade. "Don't get cocky," she retorts, "It doesn't suit you." With a smile, you roll your eyes, "Golly, Em - It really turns me on when you talk to me like that." You deadpan, staring unimpressed into her eyes. "Well, that dress dries me up." She returns at an instant, "So let's move on, and find something worth my time.

you grew to learn that she's bossy, emily sure does love her way.

she's the 'tough-love' type, she wouldn't dare send a complement your way when it's not necessary, even as you got closer she didn't want to present any weakness.

she really does try her hardest to conceal any amusement for you, whether its at a corny joke, cheesy pick up line but you always find a way to make her crack.

emily always has her eyes on you, you caught her more and more as the days pass, you could be jotting down some notes for class and her eyes would be burning into your hand. she'll introduce you to somebody new and she can't help herself but take in every one of your features, widening eyes, beaming smile - she soaks that shit up.

Again, the two of you found yourselves holed up in the mall, you never know exactly why you end up there but it seems to be Emily's happy place so you just go with it. Sometimes it felt like she only drags you there to torture you, endless hours of incorrect answers on whether an item of clothing looks good on her. Of course every answer was yes, you're don't know how she pulls it all off. "You could at least try to look interested honey," The girl calls, her head tilting as she tosses a pair of jeans onto the floor Your head perks up in response "Sorry, sorry," you mutter, pushing yourself off the mirror she was looking in and focusing your attention on her. She was already sifting through her selection of clothes, her brow furrowed in concentration. The changing room is cramped, only about 2 square meter of space between the two of you and the heap of clothes she was yet to try on. It had to be past 9pm, the shops would only be open for another hour or so. Emily, amidst a mountain of discarded clothes, was adjusting the strap on a camisole, her movements precise and focused. The fluorescent lights cast elongated shadows, making the small space feel even more intimate. You found yourself watching her, not just observing her choice of clothing, but watching her - the curve of her neck as she tilted her head, the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the almost imperceptible movement of her lips as she deliberated. You've never looked at her like this, why now? Why now do you want to worship the ground she walks? What's happening to you? "Hey pervo," She calls, an eyebrow quirked, "Help me with this, it's too loose." "Uh- Um yeah, of course," You shuffle away from the mirror and over to the girl. Your fingers brushed against her shoulder as you reached for the strap, she stiffened slightly, but only leant into your touch further. "Here, is that better?" God, this is awkward, but you don't want it to end. Your eyes lock in the mirror, she wasn't going to back down - you knew that for a fact. You though, your not sure how long you can last. "Look at me like that any longer and I'm going to think you're actually enjoying this," Emily murmured, her voice a low, husky drawl that sent a shiver down your spine. Her words, a soft taunt that hung in the space, were like a match struck in dry tinder. "Well, are you?" "Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, the single word a loaded confession. Your eyes flicked back up to hers in the mirror, a mixture of apprehension and something else, something akin to desire, swirling in your gaze. "Is that a problem, Emily?" She slowly takes your hand from her shoulder, turning to face you intensely. Her fingers graze your arms, shoulders and up to your jaw as her lips part. "It could be," she whispered, her voice a husky purr, "A very big problem... for you."

long story, short, you're both banned from that store. you went your separate way after that, all night spent texting one another. confirming things you were both too scared to say in person.

emily agreed to give things a try, of course that being in private - she was meant to be entangled with Mike, a still raw breakup.

you learned to love the bossing around, the eyerolls, the snarky comments.

you do try your hardest to impress her, her standards are high and she expect you to exceed them. though honestly, she couldn't care less, she just likes to see you try.

random gifts. she'll leave a jacket, purse, something completely random you'd mentioned months ago that she somehow remembered with that scary memory of hers.

emily knows her worth and is expected you to treat her as such, "darling i'm a goddess in your world."

she feasts on subtle touches, giving or receiving, watching you stutter over your words makes her feel on top of the world.

she may seem well put-together but she thrives on thrill and adrenaline rushes, sometimes you'll both sneak out and just go wherever the wind takes you. she feels free with you in those moments.

it took you a long while for you to come clean to your friends, they were shell-shook. mike looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there for eternity while jess what ecstatic to have mike to herself.

emily wants to be shown off, 4.0, honour roll, top dog - she wants you to be proud to have her. not only in public, but in private: she needs the confirmation you love her the way she is and not for her status.

overall, please just try to keep up with her, and bend at her will to keep her at bay.

Bessie's Brews is a small, hidden café amongst many attached buildings on Fallings Place, safely nestled between a florist and an antique shop. For almost 40 years the cosy coffee spot has been a beloved local gem, cherished by residents and visitors alike. The charming exterior, adorned with creeping vines and hand-painted signs, beckons passers-by to step inside and escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Your grandmother began the business way before you were brought into the world, even customers from the 70s still pop in for their afternoon tea of a Sunday.

Ever since you were little you've helped out in whatever way you can, the building became that of a second home to you. You've memorised everything, the tinkle of the bell above the door, the sharp tingle in your nose the first time you were allowed to handle the coffee beans, how the till has failed on you time and time again, but never seems to fail when tinging as it springs open.

You look forward to picking up your weekend shift all week at school, usually with your mother and cousin, who've been working there their entire lives as well.

"Sweetie, are you sure you two will be okay on your own? I can call in Bes-" Your mother calls as she finishes up starting the till and slides on her winter coat and scarf.

You assure her with a confident smile, "It's fine, we'll be perfectly fine," Your mother picks up on a shared conspiratorial glance between you and your cousin, to which she quirks an eyebrow, "I promise.”

With a satisfied nod, your mother finally relents and steps out into the crisp evening air, leaving you and your cousin alone in the café. You both share a knowing grin that ignites a spark of excitement; the café is yours for the next few hours.

"God, let's turn that ancient shit off," The brunette cheers, plugging his phone in and playing some old-school DnB, "Bessie's brew and bass, baby!”

The boy bops his head as you dry off a few mugs, lightly giggling at his antics, and through the framed stained glass you notice a regular smiling inwards. Wearing his stripy tie along with his casual double-breasted coat, his blinged-out walking stick pushed open the door, ringing the small bell hanging above, “Morning, you two! I see the shop is in good hands,” Sean says with a warm smile, his voice as familiar as the scent of coffee that lingers in the air.

You wipe your hands on a dish towel and return his greeting, eager to serve him his usual order—a steaming cup of your grandmother’s famous Earl Grey and a slice of homemade carrot cake.

As you hand his tea over the counter the bell rings again, routinely your eyes glance towards the door a blonde head of hair walking through the door, face covered with a scarf and a beanie.

"Looks beautiful, as does the barista." Sean smiles making you chuckle, he rummages through his pocket for loose change, "One mome-“

You grin with a tilt of your head, "On us, Sean. Jay will bring out your cake in a moment, fresh batch.”

"Oh, you're a good one, just like our Bess. Thank you, darling." And he shuffles his way over to his usual corner seat.

In a world of you're own, you don't notice the customer who walked through the door, leaning down in front of you as she examines the baked goods.

A pair of bright blue eyes finally meet your own, a moment spared to examine your face before she removes her outer garments and reveals a toothy smile. A smile you knew too well, that belonged to Sam Giddings, a pretty good friend of yours - well a friend of a friend.

"Sam? How are you?" You lean over the counter, glancing at the clock behind her that read 7:14, "You're up early.”

She grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’m great! Just on my morning walk and thought I’d swing by for a something to warm me up.” Sam brushed her hair back, revealing golden hoops hanging from her ears that glimmered in the soft café light.

She scans the small business still holding a grin, "I've heard good things about this place. I didn't know you worked here!”

You can't help but feel a sense of pride swell within you. "It's a family business," you reply, glancing around at the familiar surroundings. The walls are adorned with quirky artwork by local artists and all memories dated for the past 30 years. "We make everything from scratch. My grandma’s recipes," you add, beaming.

Sam leans in closer as she inspects the display of pastries, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the freshly iced lemon drizzle cake and the rich chocolate brownies. "Everything looks amazing," she exclaims, her excitement infectious ", and might I say so do you, I think aprons might be your thing." She smirks.

You offer her a genuine smile as you ignore the blush swiftly racing up to your cheeks "What can I get for you, Ms Giddings?”

“Surprise me! I trust your judgment," she replies, her voice playful, and you immediately decide on a cappuccino alongside an apple turnover (specifically chosen because you'd made them the previous night).

The blonde eagerly watches your every move with focus as you craft her drink, steaming the milk just right, the froth rising to create a delicate heart atop the cappuccino. As you sprinkle a dash of cinnamon on top.

“There you go, one cappuccino and an apple turnover - that is currently a one-time special, and of course: made with love,” you say, placing the warm treat on the counter. Sam’s eyes widen with delight as she picks up the apple turnover, the crust perfectly flaky, glistening with a light dusting of sugar. “Wow, this looks incredible!” she remarks, her smile now as wide as her ears. “How much is it?”

"On the house.”

"Oh don't, just tell me.”

"It's good, Sam. You said I looked good in an apron, that's all the payment I need." You smile playfully as you smooth out the creases in said apron.

Her eyebrow quirks, mischief taking over her tone, "Oh, is that so-"

Interrupting your conversation, Jamie paces out of the back room, yellow rubber gloves dripping soapy water onto the floor behind the counter and he crosses his arms. "Who's wage is this one coming out of now, cuzzo?" He sasses, shooting a look at the two of you, and eventually over to Sean in the corner.

You sigh with a roll of your eyes. “Keep your gloves on, Jay. Nothing’s coming out of anybody’s wage," you respond, suppressing a giggle at his mock disapproving glare.

"As if. You just can't resist flirting, can you?" he retorts, feigning a dramatic sigh as he gestures to Sam. "Even old Sean'O over there, don't think I haven't heard about the dates he wants to take you on.”

All three of you turn your heads to the man, who contently continues to read his paper, oblivious to the conversation.

Jamie disappears back into the washroom, leaving you and Sam with each other, "It's rather quiet for a Saturday morning.”

“Stick around, Sam,” you propose, “We’re just getting started.”

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Every Saturday morning, Sam makes her entrance shortly after Sean, she's soon introduced to your Mother and Bessie herself. And each visit, she'll order the same cappuccino with the same 'one-time only special' apple turnover (that you still insist on making the previous night just for the girl).

You'd never had the chance to get to know Sam so well, the two of you kind of just merely existed to each other outside of your friend group. In under two months, it felt as though she knew you better than yourself, and you couldn't quite pinpoint when it all started to shift. Maybe it was the way she laughed at your jokes, or how her eyes sparkled when she discussed her latest art project. With every cappuccino served and every apple turnover shared, a comfortable intimacy began to blossom.

As you pass in the hallway, you both spare an eager but subtle wave with a grin, the both two of you seeing Saturday mornings at Bessie's as your time, time to treasure and look forward to.

This morning was no different to any other, Sam strolled in with Sean about an hour before the rush hour with their arms linked.

“Hey there, Blondie,” you call out, your voice mingling playfulness with a hint of affection. Sam's head snapped up from the old man, her expression brightening even further as she saw you.

“Good Morning!” she replied, letting go of Sean’s arm and making her way toward the counter, her steps light and bouncy, as if she were floating. “How’s my favourite barista today?”

You glance around the café—Bessie’s is still waking up, the smell of fresh coffee beans wafting through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pastries baking in the oven. “Just another day of slinging caffeine and baked goods. Can’t complain when I get to see your face,” you say, your heart lifting at the sight of her.

Sean, now carefully navigating a newspaper as if it were a map, chuckles softly at your exchange. “Looks like she’s more than a favourite, eh?” he teases, winking at you before disappearing into a corner booth. You could feel your cheeks heat up, though you quickly swipe it off with a playful eye-roll.

That was until Jamie walked in carrying a large amount of necessary supplies, an amount definitely more than he could handle.

"Well, maybe if my joke of a substitute manager spent less time flirting with every customer to walk through the door and actually helped, all this shit would've been moved 2 hours ago.”

"Well maybe if the bitching pot washer stopped knocking back all of the sugar sachets in the store cupboard, we wouldn't need to order any more boxes of them." You snap back with a roll of your eyes.

His face was a picture, a silent comedy of disbelief and paranoia as he retreated to the storeroom to begin some impromptu camera checks. It did make you wonder why you aren't paid more on his shifts.

Sam slowly sips on her drink, eyeing you as you tidy the counter with a damp cloth and some surface spray, in a complete world of your own.

Her eyes still followed your movements closely, and God could you feel it, it was off-putting but you didn't want it to stop.

You kept your eyes fixed on the counter, the damp cloth squeaking against the laminate as if the repetitive motion could somehow anchor you back to your cool, calm and collected state.

How long had it been? Couldn't be that long, her drink was still half-full. Your concept of time had gone completely out the window. Does it look weird that you're still cleaning this side? Shit, she looks like she's clocked on. Cool, calm, collected.

"So," The blonde began, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the space, "You're not usually this dedicated to the counter. Has Jamie really caught you out? Do you flirt with every customer you serve?" She mischievously questions with a tilt of her head and a sly grin.

The signals are mixing. They're weaving in and out of each other, knotting and knotting. And you've no clue where to start if you were to untangle them. You're unsure, is Sam coming onto you after your many attempts? Is she not freaked out? It seems like she likes it.

Okay, you've got this, cool, calm, collected and charming, piece of piss.

A nervous laugh bubbled up, though you managed to quickly smother it with a cough. "Dedicated is my middle name," you quipped, throwing the damp cloth to the side and leaning against the counter, mirroring her tilt with one of your own.

"Don't worry about Jamie, he just likes to be a windup. Besides," you added, a playful glint entering your eyes, "someone has to keep him in check. As for flirting with every customer? Only the ones with the best taste in coffee... and company." You let your gaze linger on her until it became uncomfortable for even yourself, you've never been one to back down from a challenge.

Sam's grin widened, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes, a side of her you'd never seen before. At school she was the friendly face you'd pass in the corridors, not shy, but not overly confident. She'd rarely been heard of seeing anybody at school, or trying to, she stuck to our group of friends pretty much.

Seeing her speak and behave like this made something bubble in your chest, you've never felt this before.

"Is that so," She blinks slowly, "How about we take this company somewhere else? I'd hate to interrupt you flirting with any other customers.”

You quirk an eyebrow, giving her a slow nod to continue, "You're going to Matt's- Well, Emily's party at Matt's house later this week, aren't you? How about we hang out before?" She suggests, and only now do you see a slither of hopefulness and nerves.

You just stare into her eyes, malfunctioning for a few seconds so you can process her invitation before you combust.

Looking into her eyes sends you into a whirlpool of emotions, a refreshing sight you look forward to. It was intoxicating.

This wasn't the Sam you knew from the school hallways, the one who offered a polite smile and a quick "hey" as she navigated the crowds. The girl who sat in the background when with your friends, a hidden treasure you wish you'd discovered sooner.

This Sam was sharper, more confident, with an undercurrent of something thrillingly new. Nobody you've met has ever compared to this. You weren't sure what to say, the usual cocky banter you used with everyone else felt inadequate, almost childish.

You're definitely not joking with Sam.

"That's of course... um- if you're not too busy on any other dat- things. You know, since you're wooing every customer.”

Finally, she cracked, now you can proceed with acting like a normal human being. "Busy?" you echoed, tilting your head slightly as if considering the possibility; the question came out as a challenge to her, "There's no one I'd rather spend the time with." The words left your mouth before you could censor them and you let them hang in the air, out to dry in your attempt to lay your cards out on the table.

Worry vanished from her face and refilled with relief as she stood up from her seat, "I'll message you later," Sliding on her coat, she paused and stared longingly into your eyes. Neither of you dared to look away, neither of you wanted to in fear you'd waste a single moment away from each other.

"I'll see you soon, Sam" You bid goodbye as much as you hated to do so.

The blonde showed a small smile, she looked timid, which was interestingly contrasted with her previous behaviour. "Bye." She nods, turning away and pushing her way through the door, the small ding of the bell knocking you back to reality, back to work.

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SAM: Heyy, thought we could meet up after last period. (7:32)

SAM: Mr Peters usually lets us leave early so I could meet you outside your class. (8.23)

YOU: Sounds good, think i should be in room 21. Don't get lost on your way, Giddings ;)

SAM: Wouldn't dream of it sweetie.

Your phone remains in your hand with a smile you couldn't keep to yourself, grinning like a lovesick schoolgirl as you throw a top over your head, your eyes unable to detach themselves from the screen.

“Sweetie?” The word echoed, throughout your shell of a mind, repeating non-stop.

By the time you'd bid your mother goodbye and left your house, you were already 20 minutes late to your first period. Your usual morning routine had gone out of the window and everything was out of place, the only thing you're sure of is that your clothes are in your bag and that you have maths in room 21 last, everything else was clouded with the thought of one Sam Giddings.

ping, ping... ping-ping.

Ignoring the notifications, you neared the school's entrance, driving through the gates and scanning for your usual spot.

Your back pocket vibrates a number of times, so you slide it out and give it a quick check, your eyes widening at the flood of notifications, you didn't even take in who all these were from as you struggled to comprehend the unnecessary amount of messages. Christ, had somebody died or something?

Nope. Just Emily. And a whole lot of her.

The screen was practically vibrating with her trademark 'eye roll' energy, every message a string of breathless words and exclamation points, even some angry-looking emojis.

You sigh, opening the text and scrolling up to see where you'd left off.

EMILY: that fucking bitch! she's just viewed my profile again!

YOU: lord, let's get her shot.

EMILY: no, she went active, immediately viewed my profile, clearly scrolled through ALL of my posts, completely copied my "be the change you mean to see" post from 5 months ago then just logged off!

EMILY: and then she has the audacity to view my profile to check for any retaliation - i mean how pathetic can you get?

YOU: right, i'm going to sleep, feel free to continue yapping but do be warned, you're muted for the next 12 hours.

Wow, is she still going? That was the last message you'd sent. Normally Em just shuts up and writes it all in her little pink diary, 'my 'bestfriend' is such a bitch, but you know who's a bigger bitch??...'

Something along those lines.

You continue to read the next couple of texts, just after you'd switched your phone off and gone to sleep. Each message read aloud in your head in your best Emily voice.

EMILY: god you're like an abusive boyfriend

EMILY: speaking of, jess is currently obsessed over ex-boyfriend arson aaron, you know the one that dropped his cigarette out of a care home and lit their flower bed on fire. what a fucking freak

EMILY: please come back

EMILY: haha i sound like jess

EMILY: if you're reading this, i know you laughed at that ;)

To be honest, you did giggle at that, as high-maintenance as Emily is, she doesn't fail to make you laugh.

There were way more than just 5 messages, it's getting a bit concerning now, what if Emily was getting kidnapped and you were the person she trusted to get her out of it? What are you on about, nobody would want to kidnap Emily Davis.

The next few messages are from earlier this morning, you must've missed them when Sam was occupying your phone, mind and heart.

EMILY: i'll wait out in front of the store by the sushi place

EMILY: oh and don't forget that hairbrush and lipgloss i left at yours

Oh shit, you were meant to pick her up at 7:50 this morning and take her with you to school. And when it comes to Emily, 7:50 means 7:35 on the dot. It's currently 8:39.

Oops.

Nice one, you're late to school, plus your best friend will be on the warpath for the next month.

Opening your passenger glovebox, you search for either a hairbrush or lipgloss to soothe the pain with the dark-haired girl, and just your luck - nada.

You didn't even want the look at the rest of the messages out of guilt, but you forced yourself to since you couldn't bring yourself to get out of the car and walk into your and Emily's first class.

EMILY: i'm here a little early (7:30)

EMILY: okay so i'm just texting you to look busy, please hurry up i look so awkward.

EMILY: you're officially late to pick me up, i'll give you 5 then i start walking

EMILY: ok fine. i guess i'll just WALK to school, and if that isn't bad enough, i'll walk ALONE

EMILY: you CUNT

You really prefer Sam's messages, being called 'sweetie' is slightly better than ‘cunt'.

The guilt punched you square in the jaw, and rattled you like a bell, now you really didn't want to face her. Emily didn't tend to trust much, she isn't like Jessica.

Jess was friendly, if anything she was over-friendly. She didn't have that resting 'get-the-fuck-away-from-me' face that Emily wears so well. In short words, the guys see Jess as easy and Emily as stand-offish.

You rarely let her down and had never seen the consequences.

EMILY: just so you know i luckily haven't been kidnapped (fyi if i was, i'd leave note blaming it all on you)

EMILY: oh look, the sky is blue and I walked to school. completely on my own. like a poor, abandoned orphan

EMILY: don't worry i won't burden you anymore as it seems that's all i am, just wanted to lyk that your favourite mascara is going in the trash

Your guilt slowly washes away as you notice her pettiness creep in.

Your head bangs on the steering wheel and rests there on the hard leather. You'd fucked it.

You lift your head out and just stare at the message box, do you profusely apologise? Threaten her? Disappear off the face of the earth? Yeah, that last one sounds good.

Your fingers hover, should you mention Sam? She did postpone your morning slightly, but then it's just something for her to tease you with. She was already volatile this morning, no need to further complicate it with the mention of prioritising somebody else.

YOU: em, i'm so sorry, you were still muted by the time i woke up (which was very late if it makes things any better). I've just parked up and about to make my way to class.

You waited a solid 8 seconds before huffing, seeing she'd not read the message you moved on to your fourth unspoken option.

YOU: I'll buy you that ridiculously expensive iced coffee you always crave 4 period. And maybe we could go and retrieve my mascara from the trash before it gets contaminated with... trash can juice?"

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You slowly saunter through the door to your English class, there could only be about 15 minutes left of the lesson, but you wanted to catch Em early.

You scanned the room, immediately spotting Emily, facing the front from the back row, the rigid set of her shoulders a silent declaration of her displeasure. She was pointedly ignoring the open textbook in front of her, instead tracing patterns on the desk with her fingertip. 

A few heads turned as you entered, but most were engrossed in whatever Mr. Harrison was droning on about. You slid into the empty seat beside Emily, close enough to feel the heat rolling off her like a furnace, far enough to avoid being physically assaulted. You could practically see the cartoonish steam billowing from her ears. She didn’t turn her head, didn’t acknowledge your presence beyond a slight stiffening of her spine.

You fiddle your thumbs timidly, "Um, good morning." You mutter, daring to look at the side of her head.

She just snorts, like that of a bull, "Total fucking bitch." You know she doesn't really mean it, in most cases, Emily just loves to be angry at something... or someone.

It was a tightrope walk with Emily, knowing precisely when to placate and when to simply let her rage burn itself out. You decide to go for a gentler approach, opting for a playful nudge on her arm, a move that usually elicits at least a minimal reaction.

"You know, you're the only person that can make 'good morning' sound like a death threat," you say, your voice a soft murmur decorated with a light smile.

Emily's jaw tightened further, a muscle in her cheek twitching, but she didn't bite your head off. Progress. "Maybe because it is a death threat, coming from you," she grumbled, her voice dangerously low. "Slept in, ignored my texts, left me completely on my own in a parking lot, probably forgot I even existed.”

A sigh escapes your mouth as the girl recalls everything you had done, "I didn't forget you, Em," you whisper, ", you were muted on my phone until I parked up, I- I'm just really sorry.”

But there was no response - looks like you'll have to remind her of your bargain.

"And the iced coffee offer is still on the table, plus whatever else you want. My treat." You raise your eyebrows, "And forget about the mascara, we can leave it.”

A flicker of something akin to interest sparked in her eyes, though she resolutely kept her gaze fixed on the desk. Her finger stopped its restless tracing, a subtle shift in her posture indicating that perhaps, just perhaps, she was willing to consider a truce.

It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"Fine," she conceded, her voice still gruff but with a hint of the teasing sarcasm that you knew so well, "but this doesn't get you off the hook. You're still the biggest pain in my ass, you know."

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The final period at last. You'd never experienced a day this long... or this expensive.

Emily sits beside you in your maths class, performing an over-exaggerated slurp, she'd been doing it since you bought it her at the end of lunch, loud and long slurps from her 9$ iced coffee.

You felt like you'd aged ten years in the span of a single school day, but it was all worth it, Emily went back to gossiping about anybody that walked into her line of view and getting your opinion on her online basket of clothes.

Your mind had been all over the place, finally, you could set it straight, maybe answer a question or two in the lesson, make sure you haven't missed any other messages, anything that Emily had disrupted.

Time passed, and you intensely stared at the clock, each minute passing like an hour.

"Are you even listening to me?" Emily asked, her voice laced with a playful annoyance that warmed you slightly. You had been staring blankly at the ticking second-hand, and you know that she'd been recounting stories of her weekend. "I was just thinking about the quadratic formula, you know, the one with negative 'b' plus or minus the square root and... oh who am I kidding, I was talking about Matt's party, well it's mine really but- you know what I mean.”

"Oh shit, yeah. I forgot about that." Your eyes widen, 10 minutes until the end of the lesson you briefly check, "What are you going to wear?”

Emily's eyes lit up at the question, the storm cloud of her earlier mood seemingly banished by the promise of party attire. "Okay, so, I was thinking... either the black dress, you know, the one with the slit? Or maybe I should go for the blue top and those leather pants? Or, plot twist, what if I actually wore the skirt, the little one? I know, I know," she cut herself off, a dramatic hand flying to her chest, "It's scandalous, but also, fabulous, right?”

She holds her gaze on you, awaiting your verdict, "You do you, I'm sure you'll look great, Em.”

Emily narrowed her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're being suspiciously agreeable," she said, her tone laced with suspicion. "Trying to butter me up so I forget about your morning sins? Don't think I haven't noticed you conveniently sidestepping the mention of why you were late. Was it another Josh situation?" Her voice dipped conspiratorially.

You stayed silent, very very awkwardly. You don't want to give her the wrong idea... nor the right idea.

Josh had been interested in you for a pretty long while. 2 years maybe?

You tried it once and dated for about 5 months but it led nowhere. He's a sweet boy, real sweet - but it wasn't for you.

"Whatever, I'm onto you honey," She tilts her head, "I will find out.”

Her eyes don't detach from you, it's unsettling and concerning because you're sure she hasn't blinked for 30 seconds, that was until the bell rung and the students surrounding you began to stand up and disperse, that was when her eyes left you and instead turned to the door.

"Oh, hey Sammy, what're you doing here?" Emily greeted the blonde who stood leant up against the doorframe.

She smiled brightly, offering a quick wave to the dark-haired girl beside you, "Hey, I messaged little ol' barista this morning, you still okay to get ready at mine?”

No. No no no no. This could not be happening, your face froze as you watched Emily's drop. You're in such deep shit. Glancing back to Sam, her face contorts into a look of confusion at the silence hung in the air.

"Oh." Emily nods slowly, turning her head to you even slower, even the teacher had left at this point, just the three of you alone, "I see how it is, you have time to message 'pumpkin spiced latte' over here while you leave me alone and abandoned in the middle of nowhere!”

Your eyes burn holes into the table in front of you, "Like I said, Em, you were muted and I woke up late.”

"Muted?" Emily's voice dripped with sarcasm, each syllable a carefully placed dagger.

"Muted so you could 'bestie' with her in peace, no doubt. Don't even try to deny it, you were probably swapping heart emojis while I was being kidnapped by the parking lot predators!”

Her eyes darted between you and Sam, clearly piecing together the fragments of a narrative that perfectly confirmed her suspicions.

You place your hand further towards her on the table, leaning in cautiously, "Emily, be so for real, you were not kidnapped, Sam and I made these plans days ago and you're seeing Matt soon any-“

You're harshly interrupted, "I don't care." It's brash and quite painful, you'd just made up with her now look at you again.

Silence.

"You know I'm really sorry, Emily. I never meant to forget about you this morning and I promise I'll properly make it up to you.”

She quickly packs up all of her things and stands up, "Whatever - I'll see you later, whore." And she leaves the room, brushing past Sam without another word.

Sam huffs, "God, what's up her ass?"

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Sam's room spoke volumes, it was just so... her. Photos of her friends and family, animals and a corkboard full of odd tickets and notes. A half-finished sketchbook lay open on the desk, filled with a few sketches of random creatures, items and abstract patterns.

You spent the couple of hours you had after school getting ready, helping each other out with hair and makeup, Sam even let you borrow one of her hairclips. Yeah, she's not getting that back.

You're lying down on your stomach on Sam's bed, facing the girl with your hands holding your head up.

As Sam delicately applied eyeliner in the mirror, humming a tune under her breath, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you. It had been a long, confusing day, and the comfortable silence between you and Sam was a much-needed balm.

You watched her, a small smile playing on your lips, appreciating the effortless way she moved, her easygoing nature a constant source of envy. You admired how she could be so unflappable, even after Emily's dramatic exit.

"You know," you began, your voice soft, "This is the highlight of my day - I don't think I want to face Em again today."

She glances at you through the mirror, smirking lightly, "She'll live." And she continues the delicate task of applying her eyeliner, eventually placing it down and making her way over to the bed.

Resting back on her arms, she looks at you, "One question though," You nod in return and she furrows her eyebrows, confused or deeply thinking about whatever she's going to say next, "What did she mean by 'pumpkin spiced latte bitch'?"

You couldn't control your laughter, rolling onto your back holding onto your belly. "Oh, that," you managed, still chuckling.

She lightly punches your arm, patiently waiting for your answer, "Hey! I wanna' know!"

But as you continue to laugh she grows less and less patient, shoving and pushing you, "Sam, I've got to give her credit, she's a bitch, but that was really funny." You speak, calming down.

"She's basically calling you a basic bitch, Sam."

"Oh," Sam replies, her brow still furrowed, a hint of amusement starting to tug at the corner of her lips. "So, I'm basic now, huh?" She reaches over and grabs one of the throw pillows from her bed, playfully holding it up like a shield.

She throws it gently at you, and you catch it, returning the playful gesture with a mock pout. "I wouldn't say 'basic'," you say, getting up from the bed and placing the pillow back, facing her. "More like 'popularly pleasing and undeniably charming'." She raises an eyebrow at your ridiculous explanation.

"She's just jealous of you Sambo. Take no notice."

"Popularly pleasing? Oh, you're such a smooth talker." She leans forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You giggle, "What? This just comes naturally when talking to you, would you rather me cuss you out, ho?" You kneel back down onto the edge of the bed.

"Only if you mean it with the utmost affection, bitch," Sam shot back, her grin widening.

God, you can't drag your eyes away from her, it's simply impossible. You found yourself completely absorbed in the moment, basking in the warmth of her presence, the late afternoon light filtering through the window casting a golden glow on her features. You studied the way she laughed, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, a genuine and unguarded expression that made your heart feel a little lighter.

Jamie would call it 'pussywhipped' and rip you to shreds for acting like this, but you really don't care. You just want to stay like this forever.

But a party awaits, and you've never been one to miss out on a party.

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Sam only lives a street down from Matt, so the walk was over quick. You just wanted the Emily greeting over and done with and straight to the drinks.

Music pulsed from the open windows, a mix of bass and laughter spilling out onto the street. You could already feel the party's pull to you.

Sam knocks on the door a few times, to both of your surprise, Mike swung the door open with a wide, wonky smile, "Hey girls!" He slurs, moving to the side letting you through, he clearly must've had one too many pre-drinks.

He leads us to the living room, chatting his head off about the party, there're quite a few here, more than you were expecting. But really, it's Em's party she invites people she despises and their friends.

You soon eye the counter full of drinks, excusing yourself and heading straight towards them. A shot glass rested besides the bottles, on its one, no other cup in sight.

Grabbing the lone glass, you fill it with the nearest bottle labelled over 30% and begin pouring then shotting, you managed to get away with 3 shots before Sam appeared, clearly hot on your heels.

"You not going to pour me one?" She quirks an eyebrow.

You just smile to yourself, concentrating on pouring the drink into the the glass, "Here you go party-girl."

Right down the hatch, you don't think you'd ever seen Sam drink before, but this is the exact wild side you love so much.

As the drinks went down, the music got louder, the crowd got fuller and you and Sam found yourselves somewhat looser as you dance together. Somewhere along the way Josh, Hannah and Mike had joined in the mix, bopping their heads and waving their arms.

For a fraction of a second you see somebody, alone, but soon walking away.

'blue top and those leather pants? Or, plot twist, what if I actually wore the skirt, the little one'

The outfit matched the person, maybe you could patch things up, no better time than the present.

You shuffle your body through the mass of bodies and flashing lights, catching a glimpse of the retreating figure heading towards the back of the house, perhaps the garden. You stumble as you try to follow her, a supporting hand pushing you along the wall, you could feel the air getting fresher as you get closer to the open door.

You poke your head out, nobody on the left - Wow, this air feels so good.

"Are you lost?" A sharp voice calls, making you jump slightly. She's leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she pulls the cigarette from them.

You sloppily raise your eyebrows, your head moving along with them loosely, "No, no. Can I sit?" You're only returned with a brief nod.

You slowly plant yourself onto the wooden step next to Emily, "I am really sorry. I hope this doesn't break our trust, Em. You are a really good friend," You whine, head lolling side to side with your words, but she doesn't respond, she just stares at you, "Oh, and I did laugh at that message, about Jess."

"And Pumpkin Spice, that was funny too." You add, but she just stomps out her cigarette and crosses her arms, "Em, can you please speak - my voice keeps on echoing in my head and I'm not sure whether its you or me."

"God you're a mess," She finally looks at your face as you massage your temples, "Okay, I'm about to do something and we're never going to speak about it ever again."

Your head perks up, but you didn't even get the chance you respond before she threw her arms around you, hiding her face in your arm, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, i've missed you so much. I wasn't even that mad I just haven't been angry with you out of all of our friends - and that's like a stepping stone for me... and you're not a whore" She weeps a hundred mile an hour.

It seems she was just as much of a mess as you.

"Actually, that's a lie, I was pissed this morning - but that doesn't matter." She slurs, "Please still be my friend."

You squeeze her back, "Of course, Emily." Her breath smells exactly like the drink you and Sam had shared, at least your on the same page in more ways than one, "Wow, I'm hearing triple," you managed to slur out, your words thick and heavy.

Emily remained in your embrace, her eyes wide and a little watery. "Triple?" she giggled, a sound that was both familiar and somehow foreign given the circumstances.

Attempting to move away from the girls hold, you're immediately pull back tighter, "Stop. If I move, I throw up." She mumbles into your shoulder.

"No, Em, I think if we stay like this, I might throw up." You detach yourself frantically, standing up and offering your hand out to the Mathlete.

"One last thing," She pauses, "Is there something going on with Josh? I tried to find out but nothing came around.'

You shake your head with a sigh, lightly pressing your lips together but not answering.

"Oh, okay." She takes a couple deep breathes before taking your hand, you stroll throughout the house back into the living room, picking up a fruity looking drink on the way.

The party is slightly more relaxed, more people sitting down, Jess and Mike are basically lap dancing one another in the middle of the room, Matt and the Washington sisters chatting, Chris stared at Ashley from across the room as Sam attempts to hold a conversation with him.

Emily's eyes narrowed, following the sloppy movements of Mike and Jess with a distaste that could curdle milk. "Look at them," she hissed, her voice a low growl, "practically humping on the floor. Honestly, have they no shame?" She rolled her eyes dramatically, a gesture that somehow didn't feel as performative as it usually did. "And the way he's laughing, like a hyena with a drinking problem. It's pathetic."

You continued scanning the room, only half listening to whatever Emily was on about - offering her a nod, hum or a "bitch" every few seconds.

Unknown to you, as Emily complained away, a tall figure made their way over and stood in front of the two of you. "Hey party people!" Josh cheers, his voice booming slightly louder than necessary, effectively cutting through Emily's rant about Mike and Jess.

"Hey Josh," you managed, your voice still thick with the effects of the alcohol.

He grinned back, seemingly oblivious to the tension radiating from Emily, and draped an arm casually over your shoulder, “Having fun?” He asked, his gaze flickering between you and Emily.

Emily just scoffed, turning her nose up at Josh, “What do you want?” She spat, not hiding her animosity,

Josh, although taken aback by her sharp tone, didn't back down. He held his ground, his smile still in place. "Just checking in on my favourite people,” he shrugged, a touch of playful sarcasm in his voice, before winking at you. 

Ugh, you want to throw up so bad. Is he really still trying it on with you? You couldn't even fake a smile now, his weight dipped onto you as a result of his alcohol intake and his breathe reeked of something strong.

Josh’s wink, intended to be charming, felt more like a taunt, a reminder of a past relationship that hadn't quite settled into the comfortable territory of 'just friends'.

You really didn't want to be stuck in the middle between them right now, but you were too drunk to even think, let alone move. “Well, aren’t we special?” Emily huffed, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

You could feel his breath on your cheek, a potent mix of cheap beer and something you couldn't quite place. You desperately wanted to escape, go somewhere quiet with Sam and just talk, literally do anything besides this.

"So..." He drags with a sloppy grin on his face, "You two are looking cute as ever."

You could feel Emily's eye roll without even looking at her, "Oh my God, somebody kill me." She mutters just loud enough for you to hear though Josh was oblivious.

The cogs in Josh's head were turning as it became evident on his face, eyes zoning out and a smirk slowly forming.

"Maybe we could... you know..." he trailed off, his eyes locking onto yours, a drunken hope glimmering in their depths that switched between you and your friend. He wiggles his eyebrows to the both of you and bites his lip.

You knew what he was going to say, something about 'getting back together' or 'seeing where things go'.

Oh how wrong you were.

Looking for a possible exit, you spot a certain blonde making her way towards you, you make a promise to yourself that if she gets you out of this mess, you'd owe her your life.

She looked so beautiful, her golden hair catching the light in all the right ways, radiantly smiling as she approaches.

Though Emily is a lot less concerned about an exit and more fussed about Josh, "Did you just ask for a threesome Josh!"

You were so focused on Sam you pitched out of the conversation, unaware on what Emily and Josh were talking about.

"Wait, what?" Your eyes widen, diverting from Sam and back to Josh. "What the fuck!"

Your jaw dropped, a mix of disgust and disbelief warring within you. It was so out of pocket, sure he couldn't see straight and has had more shots than you have hot meals, but you did not expect this.

You could practically see the steam rising from her ears as she glared at Josh, who was now sporting a sheepish, almost innocent expression, like a toddler caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Sam's arrival was almost biblical, an angel descending from the heavens, although she was probably unaware of the shit storm she just entered.

"Okay, I'm just gonna-" You carefully remove his arm from you and lean him up against the wall behind you, "There you go, it's a no from me. A 100% no, Josh."

Sam had seem to have caught onto the situation, her smile turning crooked and her eyebrows furrowing in concern. She extends a friendly hand that you immediately take, shuffling your way through the crowd.

As you pushed your way through the edges of the party, you could still feel the weight of Josh's gaze, heavy and lingering as he mumbled something about it being a joke, but the buzz of the crowd drowned him out.

The last thing you heard before you left the house was Emily's voice, "Can you fucking believe him?"

The blonde led you onto a bench placed on Matt's porch, the sky was dark and cold, but it didn't bother you. Settled onto the porch bench, a sense of quiet descended, Sam still hadn't let go of your hand, only looking ahead of her. You glanced at her, your stomach flipping when you noticed how the moonlight illuminated her face, highlighting the soft curve of her cheek and the slight furrowing of her brow as she gazed into the distance.

You broke the silence, as much as you didn't want to you also didn't want Sam to overthink it too much, "I mean, it's a little bit funny, don't you think?"

She hums quietly, "A little bit, I guess." Sighing, she turns to look at you, "He was talking about earlier today."

"He was talking about having a three-way with me and Emily earli-" You repeat, confused as to what she's leading onto.

"No, not that. He was telling me how he was going to 'win you back', wink, charm, remind you how you're made for one another." You scoff amusedly, letting her continue, "I wasn't nice to listen to, you know."

You glance at her, an eyebrow raised with a small tilt of your head.

Her head drops, all of a sudden focused on her lap, looking slightly nervous or timid. She picks at a loose thread on her cardigan, her gaze fixed on her free hand, "I kind of... told him that was a terrible idea." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she admits this, a blush faintly colouring her cheeks. "Because... I really wanted to do it."

Sam, the girl who always seemed to effortlessly radiate confidence, was now a nervous bundle of fidgeting fingers and hesitant glances.

"I couldn't let him ruin our night... our... well, you know." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, which only seemed to highlight how stunning she really was. She sighs, "Whatever this is."

You mentally scold yourself for not responding, but words just can't form. Your thumb swipes over her hand as a substitute for your lack of words.

"You've still got time to- you know, do a better job than Josh." You suggest, trying to stop your smile from beaming, looking at the blonde through your eyelashes.

A soft giggle escaped Sam's lips, finally meeting your gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of nervousness and something else, something that made your heart flutter. "Oh, is that a challenge?" she teased, her voice a low, melodic hum that sent shivers down your spine. The hand still engulfed in hers tightened slightly, a silent question lingering in the air. "Because I'm pretty sure I could do a much better job than that moron."

Her eyes flickered down to your intertwined hands before darting back up to meet your gaze. "I mean," she continued, a bashful smile playing on her lips, "I've been wanting to... well, to do this for a while now."

"Well," you finally managed, your voice a little breathless, "I wouldn't want to deprive you of the opportunity, would I?"

"So, what are you waiting for?"

She leaned closer, her free hand rising to cup your cheek, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through your skin. Her thumb brushing lightly against your skin, sending a wave of warmth through you. Her gaze dropped to your lips for a brief, tantalising moment before returning to your eyes.

As she leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. Her soft breath fanned against your lips, and a million stars seemed to explode behind your eyelids.

The gentle pressure of her lips against yours was a sweet shock, a soft meeting that sent your head spinning. It was different than any kiss you had had before, not rushed or desperate, but patient and tender, like she was savouring the moment. Your hand instinctively moved to cup her face, feeling the soft curve of her cheek, deepening the connection between you.

When you finally broke apart, a breathless hum hung in the air, thick with unspoken words and a thrilling anticipation for what would come next.

"You're a lot better than Josh." You giggle, only earning an eye roll in return.

"Let's not mention that name, please."

Her lips found yours again, this time with a little more urgency, as if reclaiming a space that was rightfully hers. The kiss deepened, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips before sliding in, a spark igniting between you both.

You could feel her smile against your lips, a hand on your waist and another resting on the back of your neck. There was only the sensation of her lips, warm and intoxicating, and the soft press of her body against yours. Every touch sent a shiver of delight down your spine, and you found yourself wanting more, needing more. You tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer, trying to etch this moment into your memory.

The moon above watched, an accomplice to the scene unfolding on Matt's porch, as you and Sam kissed, the world fading into a blur.

"What. The. Fuck." A voice speaks, instantly the two of you break apart a blush creeping up your neck as you turned to see Emily standing at the edge of the porch, her eyes wide and bewildered. Her jaw was slack, a half-chewed pizza slice dangling precariously from her hand. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" The girl questions, without the intent to get an answer.

"Uh, no, no interrupting. Just, uh… catching up?" You managed, the words sounding weak even to your own ears.

You glanced at Sam, hoping she'd pick up the slack, but her eyes were glued to Emily, panic flickering across her face. The moment stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, filled with unspoken questions and lingering sensations.

Emily, still looking dumbfounded, finally broke the silence with a strangled laugh, a sound that was half-amused, half-agonised. "Right," she said, shaking her head slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "catching up. Got it."

She took a large bite of her pizza, the chewing perhaps a way of processing what she'd just witnessed. "Well, don't let me stop you from... catching up more." She wiggled her eyebrows, before turning and walking back towards the house. "I'll just... leave you two to it."

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"So, I'm assuming you and Emily made up." Sam questions, brushing out her hair and placing a large clip in it.

You nod, massaging in between your eyebrows, "We had a bit of a heart to heart an hour or two into the party."

Sam walks around the bed, sliding in next to you, "A heart to heart, huh?" Sam teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she settled beside you, the bed dipping slightly with her weight. She leaned close, her arm brushing against yours, sending another wave of warmth through you, that familiar flutter returning to your chest. "Was it filled with dramatic declarations of friendship, perhaps a tearful 'I'll never let another man come between us' moment?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "More like an 'I'm sorry I called you a whore' and 'please still be my friend' kind of thing."

"So, now that the Emily drama is behind us," she continued, her voice lowering to a husky murmur, "what are we going to do with the rest of this night?"

The memory of the kiss on the porch, the feel of her lips against yours, flooded back, making your skin tingle with a renewed sense of longing. "Well," you began, trying to keep your voice even, "I have a few ideas." A slow smile crept across your face as you reached out to take her hand, your fingers intertwining with hers.

Though he's not your average Panam or Kerry, he's your rock? Always there and unchanging. He's not exactly one for spontaneous adventures or risky outings, but he would be willing to help you plan the takedown for a multi-billion ED corporation and then be there for you when you mess it up.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He might not initiate them often, but when he does, it would be a gesture of trust and a way to offer comfort and closeness. Think less of playful snuggles and more of a serious, almost protective embrace.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Of course he can cook, it's rare your see him eating fast food, and when he does, he's it's harshest critique. He enjoys cooking, it something he can bend the rules a little with, try new things and spice it up.

The cleaning too, he weirdly enough enjoys ironing and tidying. He never lets it get to certain level of messy, tidying is simply just a part of his routine.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No lengthy explanations, no crying, no emotional outbursts. There'd be an unsettling amount of formality like he's in some sort of business transaction.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He hasn't really thought about it, plus he couldn't really care less about it. He doesn't understand why so many people see it as one of the most important stepping-stones in life.

"Foolish Western sentimentality." He preaches.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Again, he's not the cutesy kind of gentle, it's hard enough to imagine holding eye contact him for over 4 seconds never mind imagining him cuddling up to somebody.

HIs touch is never harsh, never around you.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

A lot like cuddles, he doesn't really initiate them but never rejects them. He prefers to be hugged straight-forwardly, after a long day.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He's a man of few words, so don't expect a lot.

It's hesitant yet delivered with an intensity and sincerity he applies to everything. It's more of a declaration of loyalty and commitment, a promise to protect and cherish, rather than a romantic outpouring.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

He's neither jealous nor insecure, once you both promise to commit to one another, he completely trusts your words and expects you to do the same.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

They wouldn't be sloppy or overly passionate, but rather a careful, deep expression of his feelings once he commits to them.

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

Uncomfortable and unsure on how to act around them. He's aware that he's not the most approachable and he does honestly try his hardest to not seem it

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's always up before you, there's never been a moment where you've woke up and he's still out like a log.

He's swift to offer you a drink, food, a bath running, Goro has it all prepped.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

Unless he's out on a mission, he usually in bed pretty early and sticts so a routine. He's willing to watch a TV show of our choice until you fall asleep, if he's not staying.

He cooks, every single night. He always cooks something different each night, and never fails to impress you.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

It's gonna take a while, a long long while.

It starts with small stories from his childhood, harmless. It's rare he exposes his feelings, so you've got to assure that you're going to stick around.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's as cool as ice. His patience never runs thin, sure he can act 'impulsively', but these 'impulses' have really been very delicately thought through.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Everything. No doubt.

He'll always find a way to weave it into conversations and dates, even small things like how you dislike a certain shade of blue.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

To put it into simple words: He's the type of guy to scroll past a star sign reading on social media, but scroll back up to check your moon, sun and rising for when mercury is in retrograde.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Like Meredith - You're safe, no need for explanation.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn't tend to struggle when it comes to planning events, he's quite naturally thoughtful and transparent.

Throughout his day he'll notice things and often think of you, these things he doesn't fail to forget.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

When it comes to comforting you, he gets awkward and hesitant. Even after years of being together he'll still stutter and slighty panic when you show a large wave of emotion.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all, as long as his clothes are clean, ironed and fresh. His body is washed and able, he's not bothered.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Takemura dedicated his entire life to his line of work before meeting you, it was his objective that he was dead set on. Whether he has you or not, this man will always find something or someone to dedicate his life to. It really means something if you or one of those people.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I'm not so familiar with Takemura, so please do forgive me if any of these are a bit out of place:

He holds no mercy during board games, you best bet you will be paying rent EVERY single time you land on his monopoly property.

He listens to Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters and is quite keen on Franz Ferdinand.

He lets you cut and style his hair whenever it's due.

As much as he'd deny it, he's a sucker for a chick flick. You watched Mean Girls one night because you thought he'd fallen asleep, you're about an hour in and turn you head, his eyes are widened and immersed.

Since then, he'd suggest watching 10 Things I Hate About You, She's the Man, 13 Going on 30, purely for YOUR entertainment... not his. Not one bit.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Mess, especially if he's just cleaned up that particular area. He appreciates a partner that shares his value of clenaing up after yourself.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sam Giddings

Dating Headcanons

Spiritual Awakening Trip - (a night camping, fluff)

Bessie’s Brews

Matt Taylor

Dating Headcanons

Mike Munroe

Dating Headcanons

Jessica Riley

Dating Headcanons

Emily Davis

Judy Alvarez

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Relationship Headcanons

Meredith Stout

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River Ward

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The Peralezes

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Goro Takemura

Kate Marsh

On a Whim - (fluff)

Through Thick and Thin - (request: angst with a splash of fluff)

Family Reunion - (request: angst and fluff)

Detention - (little angst little fluff)

Victoria Chase

What's Asinine Mean? - (shitpost, drabble)

Fucking Sad Face - (not too sure tbh)

Hope you're Happy - (tiny fluff, big angst)

Blue-Haired Bitch - (my outlet for chloe hatred)

Max Caufield

Beat Around the Bush - (fluffy, bit of angst)

Rachel Amber

Innkeeper Number Two - (fluff)

I am a Hypocrite - (pure angst)

You Can't Chicken Out Now - (no clue, bit of bantz?)

Fool for Her- (fluff)

Dana Ward

Isn't that Enough - (angst)

Elegant Femme Fatales - (power bitch moves)

The Game - (fluff)

Steph Gingrich

Two in One Foot'n'Ass Cream - (fluff?)

Detergent to my Washing Machine - (fluffy shitpost)

That Smile is Poison - (shit ton of pining, fluff)

Alex Chen

Lives Depended on it - (angst/happy ending)

Judy's tough to crack, she completely refuses to show any emotion or affection to anybody, that's only reserved for close friends and family.

Once you break down her solid, emotionless exterior, it's clear Judy longs for deep and meaningful connections. She's supportive and pretty protective once you get close to her.

She has so much love to give and a passion for those in her inner circle that it scares her. What if she loses them? What if it's not enough? What if they don't feel the same? And as much as she hates to get all mushy - she needs to hear it from time to time.

So to sum it up, Judy's an 'acts of service' kind of gyal who needs someone who's willing to give her words of affirmation.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The bestest of friends to who have if you value honesty, she'll tell you how it is with no limitations.

You'd probably meet at Lizzie's, seeing as she's hunched over that BD set in the basement 20 hours of the day. She'll be a complete bitch at first, then the friendship forms... she's still a bit of a bitch but now she tolerates you..

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Judy is one of those people that are always cold all the time, so she'll latch onto you at night to steal your body heat, like literally latch - like koala to a tree kind of latch.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She can cook but doesn't make a habit of it, she can clean but is to lazy to commit herself to it.

At the start of your relationship, she'd frantically kick shoes behind the couch, swipe everything of her kitchen counter into the bin (regardless of what was sitting there), all clothes on her bedroom floor were scooped up and shoved into her wardrobe just before you knock on the door.

Yeah... that didn't last long.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Judy would emphasise her need for space and growth, highlighting her struggles with vulnerability (as shown in that one ending).

She wouldn't want to deteriorate your relationship because of her issues, so she'd take time to focus on herself before comitting herself to you again.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Girl wants to get married off ASAP, 3 days after the night at Lagoona Bend you were acting like a married couple. Once Judy is certain in something, she immediately pursues it.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Judy is so empathetic, she understands how to be emotionally gentle and physically comforting to others, she's got some sort of secret power that tells her when someone needs space or a giant hug.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

Love love loves hugs. Not exactly giving them, but she definitely loves being surprised with one when you get home.

On lazy days, when you're lounging about on the couch watching daytime TV, she'll launch herself on top of you and stay there for a few hours, completely trapping you underneath her.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She has to know for certain. In a previous life, Evelyn would guide her through the pros and cons of any big decision the editor was struggling to make, but making this kind of move is a lot harder on her own. It's almost impossible to write out Ev's pros and cons list without the woman (and yes, she does literally write it out on pen and paper).

Pros: You're just great.

Cons: She also thought Maiko was great...

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

She's not that jealous of a person, after a while of you dating she got the hint you were in for the long haul with her and stopped worrying about something potentially happening.

That doesn't mean it stopped her from doing a full scale background check on any and every name you mention.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Short but full of passion, the kind that leaves you longing for more. She loves to tease you with kisses next to your mouth, once she's flustered you, she'll walk away giggling.

Whereas she loves being kissed on the neck, short pecks during a hug send her crazy, she can't decide whether to jump your bones right there or punk you in the gut for teasing her.

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

As much as she states she hates them, when put into a room with them she always keeps them entertained, and weirdly looks like she's being entertained by them.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It's rare you get a morning with Jude, she sleeps at the most random times due to her progress in whatever BD she was editing.

If you manage to wake up next to her, you'll be there for a while, she either doesn't sleep at all or she's knocked out for ages. Normally she'll be sprawled across you, trapping you, until you feel soft kisses being planted on whatever skin is available.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

You'll spend the nights talking until you pass out, listening to Judy is fascinating, and you can tell she enjoys telling small details about her life.

She loves to have a hand running through your hair as you go to sleep and a hand on her back underneath your shirt.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

She'd let on small, very small details until that evening in Lagoona Bend, from then on she just poured her soul to you.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

VERY. But in a weird way, you could punch her round the face and she wouldn't get angry, but somebody doesn't hold the door open for her - Christ she's going mental.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Everything. No doubt about it.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Probably just after you, Judy and the gang took over clouds. Everything was going to plan until her bitch ass ex decided to freestyle in front of Hiromi. (In my play-through I kept Maiko alive, so I'll go based off this)

You spared Maiko and claimed Clouds, Judy was ecstatic. You realised you would do almost anything for Judy, and Judy realised she had intense feelings for you - feelings that couldn't be pushed below the surface.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She'd go to the ends of the earth for you, she's more likely to verbally protect you and stand with you rather than fight since it's not really her forte, though in any other area she's your No1.

After Evelyn died, she felt really unsafe, as though she was now apart of your shit. Though despite blaming you at first, you stuck around more, and much to her surprise she felt a lot more safe.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Judy approaches dating with the same intensity and passion she applies to her work.

There's not many great things in Night City, so she works hard to make dates, anniversaries, etc perfect for you, despite how expensive they may be.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She overworks herself, not getting enough sleep or taking any time for herself. Sure, she enjoys her work but she feels to obliged to do so much for Lizzie's.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She literally could not care less. She's either in a basement or in her apartment for the majority of her time, so it doesn't bother her.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before meeting you, though Ev was still alive, she was miserable. To say you spiced things ups a bit is an understatement, but she definitely wouldn't have lasted in NC for much longer had she not met you.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

A couple:

She has terrible writing, when you look over some of her notes in her office, you'd think it's written by an 8 year old with severe anger issues caused by paper.

There's been so many times where you've had full on conversations with her without knowing she was completely asleep. You'd be confused why she was asking what temperature you cook bacon at like 4 am.

Any chance she gets she slaps your ass, and it will always take you by surprise.

The same with your boobs, of course behind closed doors, she'll just be talking to you then... squeeze. That one doesn't take you by surprise, you're actually quite quick at catching when she's going to do it and swat her away.

No matter what you're eating, she will have some. She'll have a whole meal, untouched, in front of her and she'll grab a bit of yours.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lying or snakiness, the one thing she loves about your relationship is your openness and honesty. You won't bottle things up until they explode after a drink or two whilst in a bad mood.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elizabeth prefers to display her affection through quality time, assisting you in your daily routine and making herself a part of it. Whereas Jefferson is more physical, holding your hand, playing with your hair, a hand on you wherever and whenever he can.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This trio would be perfect, Jefferson can really be a child sometimes so you two would piss off Liz on a daily basis. You'd have the biggest gossips seshes about Jefferson's competitors.

"For fuck's sake, why is this guy everywhere!" Jefferson complains, throwing his newspaper onto the oak coffee table. There’s something about Rhyne's features that stands out. “Rhyne looks easy to draw,” you remark, suppressing a giggle at Jefferson’s exasperation. "Hey Liz, try drawing Rhyne with your left hand." Jefferson suggests, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Liz strides over and quickly sketches a small Rhyne on the side of Jefferson's newspaper. “Wow— that’s actually really good,” You admit, half-surprised as you lean closer, flicking your eyes between studying the photo of the man and her interpretation of Rhyne’s distinctive features, complete with that signature smirk, is impressive. "I majored in art, remember?" Liz replies, slightly offended. “Whatever,” you shrug playfully, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “He’s still a fugly guy.” A shared laughter fills the room, momentarily casting aside the annoyance of Rhyne’s omnipresence.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

They love them, you usually plant yourself in the middle, Elizabeth will rest her head on your shoulder with a tight grip on your arm. And Jefferson will just starfish to the side, letting you rest half your body on him, eventually waking up with a dead arm from yours and Elizabeth's heavy, sleeping heads.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At the moment, they're focused on getting Jefferson the role he deserves. He wants to make his difference in NC then lay back admiring his work.

Surprisingly enough, they're both quite self-sufficient. They're able to cook homemade meals for you all while keeping their apartment clean despite work clouding their lives.

You're convinced Elizabeth did have to give Jefferson a lesson or two on how to use the washer and dryer.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'd probably to keep their public picture to what the public want to see, but it goes without saying that they'd still keep in touch with you on the sly waiting for the moment you all could go public.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They're not too fussed, I mean anything is possible in Night City, but it's not a priority. It can get you jealous sometimes, but they make an effort to reassure you that a ring doesn't mean anything.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Elizabeth naturally has a gentle demeanour, making it easy for her to fulfil the caregiver role, she often leaves soft touches lingering on you, she's really comfortable to be around. She's an affectionate person, and feels safe being vulnerable around you and Jefferson.

Jefferson is a lot more straightforward in his friendliness. He's so sincere and supportive of you and Elizabeth, despite the pressure put on him at work. He's a lot less calm than Liz, excitable and a little bit hyper, but that doesn't exclude any comfort when in his presence.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

Jeff can't get enough of them, he has no shame when enveloping you in a bear hug anywhere any time. He loves to trap you in them, leaving no room for escape.

Liz loves to sneak up behind one of you and wrap her arms around your waist, she's so silent and still sometimes you think she's fallen asleep. It's pretty cute until she actually does fall asleep and your stuck up against the kitchen counter while your food burns.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jeff is first, he leaped at the opportunity to - which did piss off Liz a bit (as she had zero clue he was going to do it).

He's confident saying it, short and sweet, "I love you." And he kind of just sits there, hoping for the best - which of course comes.

However, that week period where Jeff has told you and his wife hasn't, it only exists because she needs one week to mentally prepare, another to plan a whole ass 40 page speech, then another week of mental prep before she tells you. Girl is full on shaking, sat on the end of your bed, checking the small, vague notes on the back of her hand as she struggles to put her sentences together.

"So over the past few months, I love that I realised you- I mean realised you love me- no. Unless, you know, you do realise me- love me- Do you get what I'm saying." Yeah this painful sentence was after 20 minutes of Liz beating round the bush.

That's why she's so pissed at Jeff, she doesn't understand how he can be so confident in himself.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

These two love to flaunt you, there's no jealousy between you three because they're too busy making other people jealous of you.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Elizabeth loves long, intimate kisses where you feel you're like the only people on earth.

Whereas Jeff loves to kiss knuckles, he's a romantic, so short and sweet forehead, cheek and hand kisses are a MUST.

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

Parent material. That's all I can say, they're calm and loving - all you need to raise a child.

Though they are considerate, it doesn't matter whether you want them or not, it has to be a mutual agreement between the three of you.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They're pretty routinely, you all do you're own thing after saying your good mornings. Making each other a coffee, tossing them their clothes - literally anything.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

That same as the mornings, only with more gossiping and debriefing of your day. Jefferson will talk shit about all of his competitors, Liz will join in occasionally, often correcting her husband on false rumours he heard and spoke about in a fit of childish annoyance.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

From the moment you met them, whether that because they hired you for a job, or whether you work with them. The Peralezes are an open book and some of the most honest people in NC - Though in your relationship, you all know almost everything about each other.

The time Elizabeth threw up on a homeless guy in college.

When Jefferson sold a car in his early 20s and didn't realise the buyer paid him in Monopoly money.

Hell, they even know about when you turned 21 and celebrated by getting slaughtered and flashing the entire NCPD

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jefferson is easier to anger, thought it still does take a lot. We've all seen his frustration at work, "I'm not suck your dick just so you can fuck me in the ass." (yes, i somehow remember that- and I'm sure you did too).

I think Liz would only get really angry if it were something to do with you or Jeff, she loves you so much, all she wants to do is protect you. She hates being angry, so she rarely is.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

A lot like River, Jeff remembers the little things like your favourite length of socks, but couldn't name the cat you've had for 6 years.

Liz just remembers everything, oh you mentioned three months ago you like Lobster? She cooking one from scratch just out of the blue.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

They both agreed on their favourite memory being when they first met you, you were pleasant, friendly, funny - they both were secretly infatuated with you (though neither would tell the other).

Elizabeth was touchy, insisting on meeting you before you reached the apartment, always a hand on you somewhere.

Whereas Jeff used his natural charm... times one thousand, extremely outgoing and flirting to the max.

They both knew what they were doing.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I believe the public are fans of the Peralezes mainly due to their sincere personality and approach, so if you were to be working for the campaign you're in pretty safe hands.

Though, merc work for anybody is dangerous, and it's going to be a lot more for the Peralezes, so you should be capable enough to handle what they set out for you.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They put their everything into them. There being three of you, you can't exactly have 3 dinner dates in a night, it's kind of teamwork.

Liz's birthday? You and Jefferson tag team in finding the best and most expensive spa day to offer.

Anniversaries are a bit more tricky, so that's why you have anniversaweeks. A whole entire week for the three of you to plan dates etc.

They're sentimental people, they're not just going to buy you the most expensive thing they see, they want a lot of thought behind it .

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Liz stresses herself out too often and she keeps it bottled up, so you try your hardest to get her to chill the fuck out or else she will just explode - and you definitely don't want that.

Jeff tends to isolate himself when faced with a big challenge, he won't tell anyone about it, he doesn't want to be a burden.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

They have to- it's their job to look suitable to run NC, that's more or less what the public want. Oh, they want to bomb night city? Okey dokes, as long as they look good while doing it.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before meeting you they thought they had everything (emphasis on before).

Since you walked into their lives you've unlocked something new, something new and spectacular. And they haven't looked back since.

They simply just wouldn't be able to return to they were before.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Occasionally, you and Jeff come home pretty excitable, making each other crack up at anything, pissing off Elizabeth to a different level, this leads to 'Elizalone Time' as you call it (which just pisses her off further). Where Liz has to leave the room you two are in or else a fuse will blow in her head.

Jeff is literally child. If he's cleaning and touches something gross, he will chase one of you two... and yes, Elizabeth will run away.

Jefferson and Elizabeth are both of scared of mice.

Elizabeth is a great bartender, and insists you test her skills by playing 'bar' in their apartment. You're a lonely customer in need of a drink, and she's there to serve you (and Jefferson is the child???).

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

They can both agree that rude people infuriate them. They're both really friendly people and expect that in return.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elizabeth sometimes sleepwalks, and most of the time it's her trying to do some work or cook or some sort of phone call.

Jeff's got to be awaken at least 4 times before actually considering getting about of bed, just like a schoolboy.