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“Sorry to be a bother, I’m looking for a new personal trainer and the girl at the desk told me you’d be the one to speak to about that.” Harper knew life moved on, but she was hoping for something consistent. “I’d like to see the best that you have to offer.”

With the end of the world drawing closer or so they say, Andrew had been left in charge of the gym while the owner had deemed it the perfect time to go on a vacation. He looked up from the schedule he had just finalized when he realized he had company. “It’s not a bother at all, as for the best that would be me. We could set up a workout for a later date so you can test out if I’m really the right fit for you. If you’d like that?”

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“You know what’s sad about this entire end of the world thing? That all three of the Rowdyruff boys aren’t going to be around to see it happen.” @dextcr

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Blind Date || Andrew + Peter

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peterdevauxs:

Peter wasn’t sure he heard Andrew right. There was no way this was actually happening. He breathed in sharply and just gazed into his eyes, trying to make sure this was real. They’d spent their whole lives together, he knew every inch of Andrew’s face better than he knew his own and he knew Andrew had never looked at him like that. “Only guy, huh?” he asked somewhat breathlessly, standing on his toes again half a second later so he could give him another kiss, pushing him in the direction of his bedroom.

Grinning as he looked down at Peter, Andrew walked backwards until the back of his leg crashed into the coffee table in the middle of the room and he nearly tumbled over. “Let’s not break anything,” he laughs and in a quick motion hooks his hands behind each of Peter’s legs and picks him up off the ground so he can walk back to his room properly. “I never thought you’d feel the same way.”

#peterdevauxs

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amyorariadne:

Amy looked up, startled to see her brother and yet feeling like it was inevitable. He had a habit of showing up when she didn’t want to see him, although this time was a little different. Some resentment lingered but the burning anger had died after the emotional talk at the Halloween party. She reached for the cup on instinct, surprised at how good the heat felt on her hands. It was cold - she was cold, and she hadn’t realized it. “I hope I’m not depriving someone else of coffee,” she said, eyeing the cup. It was tempting just to let his first question go, and honestly her first instinct was to snap a reply at him and flounce away. But that was just because she had done it for so long now, and she let the impulse slide away, surprised to discover that she didn’t really want to fight with him. “I’m fine.”

Andrew cautiously blew against the rim of his coffee cup before tentatively taking a sip and letting out a low hum of content once the cup’s warm contents slid down his throat. The nights were slowly getting cooler the closer they got to the end of the year and he’d forgotten his jacket back in his office at the gym - hence the coffee. “No, it’s all yours. I was just going up to pay you another visit and I was taking a nice little shortcut through the park. This was only coincidental because you weren’t supposed to be out here.” Some other time he probably would have been happy with the answer and just moved on, but he’d seen the way she’d been at the party and he just had to make sure. “Are you sure? It looked real serious, I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide that stuff from me.”

#amyorariadne #lol it looks like she's shook and honestly same

harimez:

Haz had found himself bored out of his mind after studying for a little while; he adored learning but his math class was killing him slowly. So he did what he always did; he packed up his backpack, grabbed his guitar, and set off down the sidewalk with his cat, Mishay, walking by his side. There was a park not far from his apartment that he liked to sit on a bench and just play. Sometimes people left money, sometimes they didn’t, but it made everybody around him happier. So he set up shop, relaxed back on the bench, and mindlessly began to strum whatever popped into his head.

Since he knew the rainy season was quickly approaching, Andrew had been spending more time doing his cardio outdoors. Mostly the park but he’d taken a few runs on the beach as well. He was getting it out of his system before he was stuck only doing cardio indoors. He’d stopped to get a drink of water and managed to catch the strumming of a guitar over the music blasting in his headphones. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he followed the sound of the guitar until he was standing a short distance from the bench he’d taken purchase on. “You’re pretty good with that guitar. What song is that?”

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“Almost did but then I figured you wouldn’t be as into me if you saw me looking like a shriveled up prune,” Peter replied sleepily, his hands resting on Andrew’s bare skin where his sweater was rising up a little. He pulled back a little so he could glance at his mother, noticing the peaceful smile on her face.

“Too kind for my own good? I don’t think that’s true.” He resumed his position again, watching Angelique set some onions in front of Andrew so he could continue his chopping.

“Oh, no,” she disagreed. “Peter has always been that way. I remember once when he was in college, he had to call and ask for money because he’d used all his money to bail a friend out of jail.” She clucked her tongue disapprovingly. Peter just shrugged his shoulders.

“I would hope he would do the same for me.” He finally pressed a kiss between Andrew’s shoulder blades and stepped away so he could busy himself, as well, peeling potatoes. “Doesn’t hurt to show some kindness to people when the world is what it is. I live in LA and I can afford a new coat and boots.”

Andrew has the perfect comeback on the tip of his tongue, but he remembers that they’re in the same room as Angelique and instead shakes his head. He really doesn’t think that he could ever lose this attraction he has to Peter, even if he tried. It had been there for as long as he could remember and it only seemed to burn stronger.

He pouted when the peppers were replaced with the onions and only hoped that they wouldn’t make him cry. It was a testament to how much he truly appreciated her that he didn’t voice any of the protests that had sat on his tongue, waiting to be verbalized.

Listening to her talk about Peter’s college years made a strong sense of regret and longing sit in the pit of his stomach. Often times he’d found himself wondering how everything could have been different if he hadn’t run away from his feelings and instead faced them head on. Especially now that they were together, he couldn’t help but think that they would have been married by now. He believed in their relationship and knew that they would have been in it for the long haul. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all these stories from me.”

Andrew could see where Peter was coming from, but that didn’t stop him from thinking that he’d gone about it all wrong. “Maybe, so, but you could have gone out and bought a new pair of boots and a coat for him instead of running the risk of getting sick.” He was still adamant about keeping Peter from catching a cold. He continued cutting the onions until he could feel a familiar stinging in his eyes that had him dabbing the back of his forearm against them.

#peterdevauxs

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Blind Date || Andrew + Peter

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peterdevauxs:

Peter blinked when his back hit the door, but his eyes were shutting only a second later and his hands came to rest on Andrew’s shoulders. They were kissing. He and Andrew were kissing. He kissed Andrew. Andrew kissed back. Holy shit. Things accelerated quickly; Peter’s drunk mind allowed him freedom from inhibition and it seemed that his friend had been wanting this just as bad as he had. He pulled back for a moment, breathing heavily, and rested one palm against Andrew’s cheek again. “I was just getting started,” he said breathlessly, a smile drawing across his face. “Never told me you were into guys.”

God they really were doing this and any self control Andrew might have had went completely out the window. There was nothing stopping him from being honest with not just Peter but with himself. He was finally experiencing what he’d always wanted and it was like the puzzle pieces had aligned and everything else had fallen into place. “I never thought I’d get the only guy I wanted, so I didn’t see why it would matter.” He wants to whisper the words against Peter’s skin so that there’s no doubt that he’s talking about anyone else but him.

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peterdevauxs:

Peter took a long, hot shower, just enjoying the feeling of having time for such a luxury. In LA, even taking time to clean himself was added stress and he wondered how he let things get to where they were.

He wasn’t a particularly talented medical professional. He was good with people, though, and it seemed that was just as important at times. He wanted to help people, take care of them, but it was beginning to become too much. Between school and work and his other activities, he was drowning. He didn’t feel like himself anymore and he knew those around him had noticed. Andrew called him out on it on a nearly daily basis.

But what could he do? He was in this. He knew running away wasn’t the best idea, but it was at least an idea. At the risk of losing himself if he stayed, it only seemed right.

He stepped out of the shower after about thirty minutes and tugged on one of Andrew’s sweaters, sorting through his own luggage until he found sweatpants, and then he returned downstairs.

The sight of Andrew hard at work chopping peppers with his mother made his heart ache with fondness and he stayed out of view for a moment. His boyfriend and his mother had always gotten on; she’d had no problems stepping into that role in his life and he knew Andrew was grateful for her. He had always been family. He always would be.

Finally, he stepped into the aromatic room and hugged Andrew from behind, resting his cheek against his solid back and shutting his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just allowed them to continue their conversation and their chopping.

It was always nice to spend time with Mrs. Devaux in moments like these he sometimes wondered if it would have been the same thing if his mom were still alive. Would she have taught him to cook? Maybe then he wouldn’t be so helpless in the kitchen.

Before his mind could actually fully wander towards those unwelcome thoughts, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle and Andrew welcomed Peter’s warm heat against his back. “There you are. I thought you might have fallen asleep in the shower from how long you were gone.”

Despite the teasing tone in his voice, Andrew is actually glad that Peter had taken the time to take care of himself. With how hard he worked, a long hot shower had probably done wonders for him. He would gladly take spending time with Angelique so that Peter could do it more often. Not that spending time with her was unenjoyable.

“I was just telling your mom about how you’re too kind for your own good,” he says as he finishes with the last of the peppers and sets the knife down on the cutting board. He looks around as if some random vegetable is going to jump out at him needing to be cut.

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amyorariadne:

Amy didn’t usually walk home at night, but the friend she rode with had been sick and she didn’t feel like calling an uber or anything. The streets were well lit, and she walked fast and had pepper spray so she felt safe enough. But when she passed the park near the apartment complex, she turned aside and found a bench. Despite the late hour, there were still quite a few people out, walking or driving, and the background noise was soothing. After everything that had been going on for the last few weeks, she was ready for a little peace and quiet, and it might seem counter-intuitive to find it like this, but it was working for Amy.

With Peter’s birthday and Halloween immediately after that shit show of a Halloween Party where people had been acting weird, he hadn’t been able to check up on Amy to see how she was doing. He’d just been taking a shortcut through the park when luckily enough he spotted her sitting on a bench. Thank god he hadn’t been on his phone or he would have totally missed her. “Fancy running into you here,” he greets as he plops down next to her on the bench. “How’ve you been?” And because he’s such a great brother he holds out one of the coffee cups he’d been holding in his hands. “I just picked it up, so it should still be hot.”

#amyorariadne

sangvineflora:

hal squirms in his seat and considers his options, clearly uncomfortable already. “ you know what sucks about the holidays ?? i gotta go home for thanksgiving, and pretend to be — mega straight. i need to find a fake-girlfriend to introduce them to; they’re starting to get suspicious. ”

Andrew hums unsure if what he has in mind is actually plausible or if he would just be setting Hal up for a complete shit show. “I don’t know if it’s actually true, but I’ve heard of people doing that sort of thing on Craig’s List. You could always try that as a last resort.”

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Blind Date || Andrew + Peter

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peterdevauxs:

Peter followed Andrew in and shut the door behind them. Then he turned to look at him, fingers anxiously gripping his own shirt. He felt dizzy and anxious and he was so fucking in love with this man. And he was drunk enough to admit he was sick of games. He didn’t have the patience anymore. He breathed in deeply, stepped forward, grabbed Andrew’s cheeks, pulled him down to his height, and pressed their mouths together. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, freezing, waiting for a reaction of disgust and horror.

Andrew had meant to turn around and head to his kitchen to find something to drink, before his face was forcibly pulled down and kissed. He stood motionless, his body momentarily going into shock until he regains his bearings and his default setting (little shit) comes back online. “You call that a kiss?” He smirks and pushes Peter backwards until his back is pressed up against the door. He ducks down and presses their lips together once more. Without the fear of rejection he delves right in seeking out the warmth from Peter’s mouth.