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Okay but do you own a brush or comb cause your hair is all over the place. Dead ass I was ready to sit you down and just brush it for you but knowing you, you’d probably say some shit about how I’m short and couldn’t reach. Bite me, Noah. 

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who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation: Spencer would considering she already has one.

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them: Probably Spencer, sometimes Noah but mostly Spencer.

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy: Noah, he already danced and stripped for her before so--

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them: Noah cause Spencer absolutely hates horror movies.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them: Noah would be the one constantly studying and Spencer would try to distract him.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated: It can go both ways with them but depending on how needy Spencer is being, she might initiate facetiming.

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do: Noah would storm out and Spencer would hold back her tears until he’s gone, not wanting to break down in front of him. 

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows: Spencer would stay up way too late.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky: Again it can go both ways.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car: Spencer would spray Noah.

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays: Spencer would have more fun decorating the house.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other: Spencer because she’s a fucking brat.

who plays with the others’ hair more: Spencer would play more with Noah’s hair.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored: Spencer, considering she is a lot smaller than him but sometimes Noah would just sprawl on her.

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can: Spencer.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up: Spencer.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up: They switch off honestly.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one: Spencer forgets the umbrella and Noah holds it because if Spencer were to hold it, well Noah would either get soaked or would have to crouch down.

who demands showering first in the mornings: Noah.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings: Spencer, sometimes depending on his mood, Noah.

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games: Noah would prefer the roller coasters and Spencer would prefer playing games, only so he could win something for her.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond: Noah because he has a tendency to do that to his roommates.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight: Spencer.

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets: Both of them.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can: Spencer, she’s a needy brat.

SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR : ▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

1. It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen asleep next to Noah, normally he didn’t like people being so close to him but for some reason he’d let her nap next to him. Spencer laid on her back, glancing up at the ceiling, she’d lost track of time– it’d probably been about half an hour or so, Noah’s soft breathing letting her know he was fast asleep. With a soft sigh, she turned on her side to face him, tucking her hands under her head as she glanced at him, gaze trailed along his features from his eyes to his parted lips. 

Maybe she’d had a few thought about what it might be like to kiss him, maybe. Maybe one of those thoughts popped into her head as her gaze fixated on his lips. What would it be like if she were to just lean in and ever so softly just press a kiss to his lips? Would he wake up and kiss her back or would he flip out? Spencer quickly dismissed the thought, shutting her eyes tightly, forcing herself to think of something else.

2. She should’ve been studying that’s the whole reason why she’d agreed to meeting up with him at the library; to study. Not one single word had stuck with her since she had opened her notebook to look over her notes, instead she’d been to absorbed in her thoughts once again. She might’ve also focused on the way he read to himself, how his lips moved to the words. And just maybe a thought of kissing him might’ve popped into her head– how she could oh so casually lean across the table and kiss him or maybe drag him with her towards one of the aisles and push him against one of the shelves before kissing him.

❝spence, you okay?❞

his words snapping her out of her thoughts. ❝mhm, peachy.❞

3. Her tongue poked out as she sat at the tracing table, working out the stencil for one of her appointments. It had actually taken her far less time than she thought it would to and it was also turning out a lot better.  ❝is that a chicken?❞ Noah’s voice startled her, making her jump in her seat. ❝christ, no-❞ she began to speak, turning her head to glance at him only to go wide eyed at how close he stood to her, his face only inches away. Spencer swallowed hard as her eyes landed on his mouth. Fuck not again– she cursed to herself as she quickly glanced back at her stencil, feeling her cheeks warm up.

❝piss off, it’s a phoenix. go wait over by my station, ❞

4. ❝Noah, give me the wiimote.❞ Spencer glared at him, extending her hand out for the wiimote. Kade had given her permission to use his Iron Man wiimote but Noah wasn’t going to have any of it, holding it over his head while he smirked down at her. ❝You gotta reach for it.❞ 

She tried to figure out how she could push him down onto the couch and snatch the wiimote from him. She also probably shouldn’t have focused on how his lips were curved up into a smirk and how if she managed to take him down, she could easily climb onto his lap and kiss him. This was no time to think about kissing him. ❝I’m two seconds away from taking your tall ass down, give it.❞   

5. When she said she’d help him cook, she didn’t exactly expect to be sitting and watching him do all of the cooking. With pursed lips, Spencer rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched Noah whip up the alfredo sauce. So maybe she wanted to taste the food more than she wanted to help actually make it but Noah had dismissed her and sent her to sit at one of the stools while he finished up.

 ❝Is it ready yet?❞ She let out a pitiful whine as she stretched out, watching as he tasted the sauce, watching his reaction followed by his tongue poking out and trailing along his bottom lip to chase after any sauce. ❝Almost ready.❞ She needed to get away before she climbed over the counter, quickly hopping off the stool and padding out of the kitchen, ❝Where’s Kade? I gotta ask him something. Cabrón, where are you!❞  

6. She didn’t even know why they started arguing or what they were even arguing about anymore. Her lips pursed as she rolled her eyes at him, ❝Just forget it, I’m out of here.❞ Spencer turned on her heels and began to walk away only to feel Noah grip at her wrist and spin her around towards him. Before she could react or say something, she felt his lips crash onto hers, her eyes widening in surprise. It only took her a moment or two before she reacted, her free hand moving up to hook onto his neck, tugging him down closer to her as she kissed him back, moving her lips against his.

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                                  Spencer  💕  Noah – 58%

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Dear Noah,

Fuck, I’ve been trying to think all day about what to write to you and I’m honestly at loss of words. I know there’s a lot that I’ve wanted to say but most of the time I just kept it to myself. Sometimes I’d tell Kade but a good portion of it, I didn’t.

Ya know, I had this whole thing thought out about what I was going to say to you but honestly, I don’t think I can ever really put it all into words but this is going to be my sad attempt at doing so, so bear with me.

Jiyeon’s hand paused midair, just inches away from its target, caught off-guard by the request that came from behind her. She’d thought she was alone in the room– everyone else seemed busy, ever so busy, always busy– and so she’d settled onto the floor in front of the couch, just as isolated as she’d felt when she’d stumbled out of her parents’ house that afternoon with a full bottle of luxury vodka raided from her fathers’ study as an act of revenge. The day hadn’t been kind, and though most days lately tended not to be, today had been a special kind of awful that usually resulted in a night of black-out drunkenness and stupidity. After all, if she was going to be cast as such a bad influence on her newly born baby brother that she wasn’t even allowed under the same roof as him, she may as well act the part. 

Lips drawing into a tight line, her fingers curled into her palm and into a fist, which she dropped back into her lap. If it were anyone else, she would do it just out of spite. But Noah? She would listen to Noah, because she trusts him, because he’s saying it out of her best interests and not just because he can. Although she’d listen, she’d keep her back turned toward him, for now, because it was too much of a struggle to keep her tears to herself, and today’s eyeliner wasn’t waterproof.