It had been two weeks since they had been sent to the Pen y Fan breeding grounds after coming back from sending the life-saving mushroom cure to France, and they still hadn’t heard word from Laurence. They had expected to be scorned, even reviled, as traitors, but no one seemed much to blame Temeraire and Genereux for what everyone deemed treason of the worst kind. The other dragons at the breeding grounds were amiable, if a bit distant, and the groundsmaster, an oaf named Lloyd, seemed more interested in speaking down to his charges than actually ensuring their welfare. Once, Genereux had requested that Lloyd read to her and the man had pretended to ignore her under the guise of poor hearing, and had walked away muttering about dragons who didn’t know to act their own kind.
Now, Temeraire found himself outside his sister’s cave, carefully peering in to see after her. He had noticed that she had been absent from the last few mealtimes, and he was concerned that she may have fallen ill. Inching closer as quietly as a dragon might when one weighed nearly 20 tons, Temeraire came to find Genereux curled in on herself, her large back facing the opening of her cave and her head tucked squarely under her wing. “Reux,” Temeraire called softly, “Reux are you alright?”
“Go away,” she grumbled, “And don’t call me Reux.” She tucked her head further under her wing, and sighed. Temeraire crept closer, “You don’t mind it when Laurence calls you Reux, I don’t see why-”
“Laurence isn’t HERE!” Genereux nearly roared the end, her head whipped up, ruff unfurled, and her plaintive pale blue eyes fixed glaring at her brother. “It’s just the two of us and we don’t know where he is or how he’s doing or if he’s even alive. And we’re supposed to go about our days like everything is fine and normal and dandy and even try to mate with dragons we know nothing about and have never even talked to when our captain, our friend, is also out there alone, by himself, with who only knows what happening to him. I swear to the skies above if anyone has harmed him-” Genereux cut herself off sharply and slumped, hunching her shoulders and drawing her forelegs closer to herself.
Temeraire took the last few steps and closed the difference between himself and his twin, placing his head comfortingly on her back. It had not escaped his notice that this was the longest amount of time they’d spent away from each other, and from Laurence. “I do miss him too, you know,” Temeraire murmured, “But he did tell us to wait for him, remember? We are to wait here, and if we do not hear from him in two months’ time then we may take action. I know that two months is so very long. It has already been very long since we last saw Laurence, and we do not even know if he is alright. He has been taken from us, and we are not to do anything about it but wait.” Temeraire’s tail thrashed in agitation, striking the wall of Genereux’s cave, knocking a few stones loose and scaring some bats from their roost.
Genereux curled in on herself even tighter and mumbled almost incoherently, “I may have asked someone for word of Laurence.”
Tereraire’s head whipped up to stare at his sister’s huddled form. “What?”
“There’s a little Winchester here, his name is Moncey, and apparently he has ways of sneaking into covets and asking around for information. I promised him a week’s worth of my dinners if he could only find out what had happened to Laurence for me. He said he’d be happy to do it, only he wasn’t sure that word of a human would travel around the covets. I only told him that it would be all the other dragons talked about, if another dragon’s captain had been hanged,” Genereux finished miserably, voice muffled, speaking almost into her foreleg now.
Temeraire understood now why Genereux hadn’t been coming to mealtimes, and internally berated himself for not having noticed sooner. “This Moncey fellow shall have some of my dinners as well. It does neither of us any good for you to be starving yourself.” Genereux raised her head indignantly at this affront, ready to protest when Temeraire cut in again, “If he comes back with news that Laurence is in danger, we both have to be in good condition to leave this place and rescue him. It will hardly do for only one of us to be able to go, especially if we could have prevented it by sharing this duty. Surely you must see the sense in that.”
Genereux relaxed slightly at that, acquiescing to her brother’s argument. She was ready to curl back in on herself when Temeraire gently nudged her with his snout. “Now if you’ll only come with me, if you please,” he started, getting up. He saw the question in her eyes before she asked it, “I seem to have made a mistake. My cave was very small when I first arrived, so I carved out some more room for myself and discovered there was a more spacious hidden cavern in the back. Only now it is too large and drafty for me to be in there by myself, and so you would be doing me a grand favor if you were to share it with me.”
Genereux paused, ready to refuse, when she saw this offer for what it truly was. Temeraire stood, not in the proud manner she was used to, but a little more rounded about the shoulders and droopy in his whiskers. She came to realize that he might be just as lonely as she felt, and she slowly rose to her feet.
“Only because you asked so very nicely,” she responded, “But if you take up more than half the space then rest assured I will be back here in my cozy cave on my own, and leave you to your musty, cold cavern by your lonesome.” She padded out of her cave before Temeraire who, stunned, took a moment before he loped after her, calling, “Well it is my cave after all, why should there be a problem if I take up more than half of it?”
The two of them bickered all the way back to Temeraire’s cave, secure in the presence of the other, that neither would let Laurence suffer too long on his own. For better or worse, they would face the coming days together.
A/N: Characters not my own! Temeraire and all his kin to Natalie Novik, and Genereux to @nighttimepatrons
“Would you please get down from there at once?” Less than a week had passed since Temeraire and Genereux had tumbled out of their shared egg on the Reliant and into Laurence’s life, and he had hardly had a moment of calm since.
Today, Temeraire and Genereux had heard of the concept of pirates, much to Laurence’s dismay, as the both of them had decided that now was the best time to begin their acting careers- as pirates commandeering the Reliant. Genereux had wound herself generously around Laurence’s shoulders and around his head, trying with no small measure of success to impede his vision while her twin scaled the rigging to shout at the bewildered ship’s crew below.
“Avast, all ye crewmen and yield yourselves to us! We are hereby taking control of this ship and demand that you halt all activities so that you may begin fishing for our dinner! You shall not stop until you bring us a whole whale!” Temeraire twined around the rigging closest to the Reliant’s main mast, crowing in plain delight. “And I want more of those little shrimps, too! It was great fun, picking their little legs out of my teeth. And they were so delightfully crunchy!” Genereux called up to her brother, slightly slackening her hold on Laurence’s head. He took the opportunity to gently pry Genereux away from his face, her little, still soft, claws reaching for his coat.
He looked at her sternly, “I will place you back on my shoulders, but only if you cease this business of crawling about my head. It is vastly improper, and I don’t quite see why either of you want to go about this pirating business when you seemed perfectly content this morning with your justly acquired breakfast of chicken and tunny.”
Genereux, looking only slightly abashed, looked away and allowed her legs to dangle in the air, while her brother still hollered away above. “It only sounds so much more fun to be a pirate. After all, hadn’t you won Temeraire and myself in a great battle with another ship? And then you got to keep us? What if we were able to find ourselves a ship to battle, and then we might find another egg, and hatch a human just for ourselves?”
Laurence adopted a feigned look of dismay, “Why on earth would you want another human? My dear, surely you cannot mean that you want to replace me with another?”
Genereux’s head reared back, stunned for a moment and she hastily replied “No, not at all! That isn’t to say that we want another human but an adventure, any adventure at all does sound appealing when we have spent these last many days at sea with not much to do except eat and sleep.”
Temeraire craned his head, noticing that Laurence and his sister were paying less attention to him, and had crept some ten feet down the rigging to better hear their conversation. “Yes, we are getting bored of just eating and sleeping. We want something better to do!”
Laurence turned his look of hurt up to Temeraire, who he was shocked to see was a shorter distance above his head than he’d expected. “Does this mean you don’t enjoy when I read to you? I thought you both found that activity pleasant enough.” Laurence had discovered early that, while the two dragonlings were not quite equipped to hold a quill and write out figures, they were more than content to rest on his shoulders and tuck themselves into the crook of his neck while he read to them.
Laurence saw Temeraire and Genereux exchange nervous glances at one another- neither wanted to relinquish their precious reading time with Laurence, but the idea of leading a pirate’s life was still plainly too exciting to give up so easily.
Riley silently appeared at Laurence’s side, sporting his newly acquired Captain’s garb and quirked an eyebrow at his friend and erstwhile superior officer. “Should I take this to mean that our new dragon friends are staging a coup on my ship?”
Temeraire bristled in the rigging and shot down another several feet, “We are not pigeons to be cooing, Captain Riley! We are dragons and we will have command of this ship! And shrimp!”
Riley barely concealed his mirth at the plain look of exasperation on Laurence’s face and schooled his own features into a stoic mask. “Of course,” he demurred, and held out an arm for Temeraire, “It is only you are both a bit small to man the helm at present, and I’m sure neither of you would be interested in so boring a job as steering the ship day in and day out. Or managing the logistics of the lot of the ship’s crew. Why not just leave that to us, and we can act on your direction?” Riley turned and arched a brow at Laurence, silently urging him to play along.
Laurence, for all that he wanted to discourage his dragonlings from future bouts of misbehavior, was quite ready to have done with the present situation and acquiesced. “Yes, doesn’t that sound splendid? The duties of running a ship can be quite pedantic, and I do believe you both might find it a great deal more boring than you’d think.”
Genereux paused, calm enough that Laurence felt comfortable placing her gently on his shoulder. She hummed her assent at first, before she continued “When you lay the responsibilities out like that, it does sound to be pretty tedious. I would much rather be in charge without having to do all that. But I would still like extra shrimp with my dinner, if you please.”
Temeraire, a little more skeptical, reached a forefoot out gingerly before climbing onto Riley’s still outstretched arm. “But only if it is as you say, and Genereux and I have say in the ongoings of the ship. We will only agree if the crew’s actions make sense for us!”
“Of course,” Riley agreed easily. He had no argument to give, as the Reliant’s mission had changed drastically once they had acquired a dragon egg that hatched not one but two dragonlings. The crew’s every action now was to get these two menaces, as he thought of them fondly, back to England so that they might be trained and perhaps even put into a formation.
Satisfied, Temeraire gave a short nod, unfurled his wings and gave a short hop, gliding ungainly until he landed ungracefully on Laurence’s head, mussing his hair and nearly unseating Genereux.
Laurence, to his credit, was shocked but unmoved. Riley stood staring at them, eyes widened nearly comically. “They’ve never done that before, have they Laurence?”
“No, sir, they have not,” Laurence croaked, Temeraire still balancing atop his head.
“It felt so very nice to try, though!” Temeraire crowed, and launched himself off Laurence’s head to glide to the helm. Genereux, not one to be left in her brother’s wake, tried her own luck, hopping off Laurence’s shoulder and landing, not quite smoothly, on the deck next to the helm. “That was quite fun” she called over to Laurence. Temeraire looked narrowly at the crewman standing at the helm. “Chart a course, if you please, straight on to England. I have heard that there are great big libraries there, and I would like to go,” he said primly, waiting for the crewman to disagree.
Upon seeing a sharp nod from Riley, the crewman gave a sharp nod of assent, “Just as you say, er- sir?” And Temeraire’s chest puffed out with delight.
He hopped down off the helm and glided to where his sister sat, and together they marched up and down the deck with much pomp and circumstance, convinced of their success.
Riley looked at Laurence, who looked back at the Captain with chagrin. “I do thank you for humoring them, but I do wonder what sort of trouble we’ve now gotten ourselves into, especially now that they’ve started trying to fly around,” Laurence murmured, not wanting his sharp-eared charges to overhear.
Riley merely shrugged, “I figure that it’s our prerogative to keep them entertained and satisfied anyhow, so it doesn’t much change our duties. Besides, I daresay this might get the crew to be more accustomed to your tiny terrors, and that can hardly be a bad thing.”
Riley clapped Laurence on the shoulder and, after noting that all was well on deck, headed back down below. Laurence looked on after him, and then turned to gather his charges. He strode after Temeraire and Genereux, calling for them to be careful at their gliding practice.
Perhaps he might distract them with the Principia Mathematica for a time, they might get so enmeshed they may even forget about the extra shrimp they requested with their dinner, and the sky might fall down around his ears. One could certainly dream.
A/N: Characters not my own! Temeraire and all his kin to Natalie Novik, and Genereux to @nighttimepatrons
The scrabble of tiny clawed feet on wood roused Laurence from a rare and completely accidental midday nap. He and his crew were still adjusting to having not one, but two dragonlings aboard, and this was a more exerting affair than he had originally expected.
Laurence realized with a start that he must have fallen asleep while composing letters to send home. Temeraire and Genereux had coiled themselves around him, observing his writing with interest. He gently peeled himself off of his writing desk, scrubbing a calloused hand over his face in an effort to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. Embarrassed, he noted that he must have drooled on himself- his hand came away from his face wet and- sticky?
Peering around his cabin through squinted eyes, Laurence saw that Temeraire and Genereux had launched themselves onto his hammock, hunched and glaring at one another. Black blood blossomed around them, staining his sheets and blotted on the floor.
“I told you, Laurence will read us Principia FIRST, because anyone with half a brain knows that mathematics is more interesting than that Shakespeare’s fancy flowery words. Half of the words he uses aren’t even proper words! Anyhow, Hamlet is a dolt and I don’t see why he should have an entire play named after himself.” Temeraire turned his nose up at his sister, ignoring her tail whipping, agitated, back and forth.
“Laurence has already read us the Principia before and Shakespeare is a literary genius! If we have to listen to mathematics can’t we at least listen to something new and interesting? And Hamlet is NOT a dolt, you’re just uncultured.” Genereux huffed and looked away, not noticing until it was too late that her brother had launched himself at her. Together they tumbled off the hammock in a tangle of limbs and stained linen.
Laurence shot up out of his chair, only barely registering what sounded like the crunch of glass under his feet. He strode over to where his young charges were coiling angrily around one another, claws on soft snouts and tiny teeth clenched on tails and gently tried to peel them apart and disentangle them both from the now ruined, splotchy bedsheet.
“What exactly is the meaning of this?” Laurence only paused long enough to ask this of the two little dragons, still vibrating with anger, once he had separated them, one in each hand and just far enough from one another that they couldn’t reach the other with a swift swipe from a clawed foot. “Why are you two caterwauling around my cabin like yowling cats, and which of you is injured? This really is shameful behavior and I expected better from the both of you” he chided them.
Slightly cowed, Genereux protested “Temeraire started it! He said that you would only read Principia this evening because you liked him better and I was just a nuisance because you liked reading Principia better and you don’t like making the voices for Hamlet’s characters anyhow.” She snuffled quietly, slightly abashed, thrashing tail now drooping sadly.
Laurence looked at Temeraire sternly. “Have you been picking on your sister?” He looked at Genereux and stroked her soft hide with a thumb, cradling her gently, still holding the two dragonlings apart. “My dear, I care for you both very deeply, and very equally. I don’t mind reading Hamlet for you, nor do I mind doing the voices, but I must read either Principia or Hamlet first and yesterday we hardly had time for Principia before we lost the light and you both were asleep.”
“And you know how much I was looking forward to hearing it again, Reux! I had been waiting for it all day yesterday and we barely got to hear anything at all.” Temeraire huffed and turned away, “And what are you talking about Laurence? Neither of us is injured in the least. We were only play fighting, isn’t that at right Reux?”
Reux sniffed in disdain and looked away from Temeraire, Laurence confused over the both of them. “What do you mean neither of you is injured? There is blood everywhere! Only look! My linens, the floor-”
Laurence’s voice trailed off as his eyes fell on the broken glass on the floor by his writing desk. The twin dragons in his arms stiffened in surprise, then drooped. A shattered ink pot lay on the ground in a pool of black ink, splattered and irreverent on the hardwood floor. Little footprints around the obsidian puddle tracked across the room, little punctuations haphazardly stamped across his floor, his bedding, his dresser? In shock, he looked down at his charges and for the first time noticed the prominent black smear on his hand.
“Oh.”
“We’re sorry Laurence!” “Yes we ARE very sorry we were only just trying to determine which book we should read first this evening.” “We never wanted to make such a mess-” “No, and we can help clean it if you’d like,” Temeraire and Genereux strained against Laurence’s arms, trying to see his face and determine exactly how upset he was.
Laurence let out an ungentlemanly snort, exasperated. “My dears, you may yet have many skills, but I dare say that cleaning is likely not one of them. Pray let it be and just clean yourselves off- I can get this taken care of myself.” He let Genereux and Temeraire down softly on his chair after gently wiping their feet with his soiled bedsheet and began cleaning.
“Does this mean no reading tonight, Laurence?” Genereux keened sorrowfully from the chair, watching Laurence begin sweeping up the broken glass.
Laurence sighed, “If this endeavor is finished with enough time, perhaps we will read from our geology and gemology book. It seems Principia and Hamlet are perhaps too emotionally charged for indulgence this evening.”
and for some reason I decided that it would be a good idea to listen to Kurt Hugo Schneider music
Which led to my stumbling upon his cover of Ed Sheeran’s Photograph
And now I’m here, at 3 in the goddamn morning coming up with ideas for OMGCP fanfiction as a method of getting over my own angst at being in a long distance relationship
because it’s not bad enough that i’m 500+ miles from most of the people i love, I’m also 500 miles away from the boy i love
and THUS.
Fanfiction ideas surrounding the song Photograph:
Part 1.
Shitty definitely got Lardo one of those dumb polaroid cameras for her birthday. One of the cool vintage ones that was made last century and she loves it. She uses it exclusively to take pictures of her adventures with the hockey bros. Kegsters (sp?), before games, after games, she has a hoard of pictures of these boys that they know she has, but they’ve never really thought about them, aside from them being the perfect christmas/birthday/easter/hannukah/ random holiday present for their favorite artist.
I see a lot of these posts with AUs for ships where they are just getting together, but not many for already established relationships, so here you go! Enjoy :)
•Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer AU
•We decided it would be fun to go camping and now it’s raining and we can’t figure out how to set up the tent AU
•We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years AU
•You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry? AU
•It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear AU
•I know you haven’t had the best experience with cats in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it? AU
•I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night AU
•You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar AU
•I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO? AU
•What do you mean you dropped my signed copy of Harry Potter in the bathtub AU
•Our families came over for Thanksgiving and we decided to watch Lord of the Rings but you and I kept quoting it and everyone else got so fed up that they left AU
•IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH AU
•We spent all our money for the week on one of those inflatable bounce houses and now we can’t afford to eat AU
•We’re moving in together… Now what are we going to do with all of these duplicate copies of books, movies, video games, etc. that we have AU
•We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying AU
•We’re arguing over who shot first (it was definitely Han) AU
•I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Good luck. xo’ AU
Maybe unhappy wasn’t the right word. Unmotivated? Lethargic? Lazy? No, that wasn’t it.
It was more of an “I don’t want to get out of bed” feeling. A consistent feeling that “I’m tired even after I’ve gotten a full night’s rest,” and she was frustrated, she was upset, and god damn it all she was sad.
And she hated herself for it.
It made no sense to be sad. She was set to graduate Starfleet Academy at the top of her class, she’d spoken more than a few times to Captain Pike and a position on the USS Enterprise seemed like a certainty, and she was on track to achieve the goals she had placed for herself.
But she was tired. Emotionally and physically exhausted. And angry. Angry at herself, mostly.
She recognized how notable her achievements were, that she’d practically secured a position on the brand new starship Enterprise as a communications officer right out of the academy, that she was graduating at the top of her class, which wasn’t easy with asshole brainiacs like Jim Kirk, and that she’d maintained her passion for making music and found a great accompanist on the Vulcan lyre in the strange but welcome form of Captain Pike’s second officer, Spock.
But something in her achievements seemed empty. She recognized that these were her goals, that she was so close to success that she could taste it on the tip of her tongue, and yet... and yet something was lacking.
She’d get through this, she’d reassured herself. She could do this even if it killed her.
But sometimes she thought it just might. And she wasn’t sure how she’d deal with it, or if she even could.
Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.
(via gudinoxlupita)
My mother didn't raise me with a wolf in my chest
How can a sheep raise a wolf?
Empty words with promises of strength
Empty actions backed by years of weakness
"It's you and me against the world."
Except
It's only me
I am alone
Not against the world
But against you and the person you've chosen
And somehow that's worse
How can I hope to take on a future
When I don't have your support
How can I hope to be a whole person
When my roots grow from a half-hearted loneliness?
How can I be strong
If I was raised by someone without a backbone
I was supposed to be able to lean on you
When the world turned against me
And instead
I can lean on anyone except you
Why is it that you can heal
Anyone except your daughter
You can help anyone
Except me
Sometimes I think i hate you
For choosing him instead of my safety
Instead of my sister's safety
And sometimes i'm just scared
For me, and for her
And i pity you
For not having the strength
To protect the ones you're supposed to love the most
I don't want to have children
Because I'm terrified I might turn out
Like you
‘i come to this café pretty much every day after work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when i come in’ au
‘I came to this party in which I don’t know anyone with my friend and oh shit I lost her, wait you lost your friend too? Let’s look for them together’ au
‘…and it turns out our friends are making out with each other, this is akward’ au
‘fuck my car broke down on my way to work god damn it OH YOU HAPPEN TO BE GOING SOMEWHERE CAN YOU GIVE ME A RIDE?’ au
‘I go out biking every saturday around the neighbourhood and we always run into each other, you have a cool bike and also you’re pretty cute’ au
‘I love this movie and it’s the second time I come to the cinema to watch it but shit I accidentally spoiled you while we were in line to buy the ticket, can I make it up to you with a drink afterwards?’ au
‘we share a class at university and you forgot your notebook under your desk but luckily your phone’s written inside. Ps: your doodles are pretty cool’ au
‘my mom told me to bring my little bro to the park and you were also there and he seems to really like you’ au
‘… oh it turns out you’re a babysitter who’s looking for a job? how convenient we actually need one’ au
‘you have merchandise of my favourite anime let’s be friends (or something more because really, you’re hot)’ au
‘we are the only two students in this course for this language but the teacher says it’s okay since we can practice conversation together, help me with pronunciation?’ au
‘I went icekating to give it a try because my friend said it was really fun but I’m making a complete fool of myself fuck I can’t do this, you seem to be pretty good though can you teach me?’ au
‘my phone ran out of battery and I asked you to lend me a message but I accidentally sent it to all you contacts because I didn’t know how to handle your phone, im sorry’ au
‘we both came to this bar to get drunk and forget our problems but wow that’s expensive, wanna share?’ au
‘we’ve been friends for a while now and I kinda have a crush on you so I invited you on a date to the cinema to confess after it but oh no it turns out we’re the only two watching the movie, akwaaard’ au
‘we got caught by this awful storm and now we’re waiting for it to calm under the roof of a café, want to go inside and have a coffee in the meantime?’ au
my college experiences that would make great fic prompts:
“i thought you were my new roommate’s boyfriend so i casually invited you in but you’re actually the RA of the dorm and now you think i want to have sex with you” au
“i accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really needed to do laundry” au
“i took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly” au
“we have to go camping together and share a sleeping bag even though we’re complete strangers” au
“the cereal dispenser in the dining hall broke while i was getting froot loops and now they’re all over the floor and you blame me ” au
“we argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside of class” au
“we catch the same bus home and i always fall asleep, but you always wake me up at my stop”
“you come into my 24hr diner at the oddest times bc of your weird job but you keep forgetting that we talk because youre always sleep deprived”
“my neighbour keeps ordering weird shit but they dont want to face the mailperson’s judgement so they keep using my address instead”
“i run the night slot on campus radio and some jackass keeps calling in to insult my music taste and request high school musical songs instead”
“escaped to the laundry room to avoid hearing my room-mates having extremely loud sex only to find you’re here doing the same thing”
“sorry i knocked you out in that bar fight last night, but i brought you to the hospital and stuck around ‘til you woke up to apologize”
“you were trash talking my favourite character in the cinemas and obviously i need to show you the light, even if i have to buy you a burger to get you to listen”
“our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi i guess we’re spending the next two weeks together”
“you forgot to remove your snarky sticky note comments in this textbook and since i got kicked out of the library for laughing too loudly, im going to reply to each and every one”
“i lost my asshole friends in this club and im kinda drunk and youre kinda gorgeous, please help me”
“since there’s only one can of energy drink left in the store, which we both need to survive the disgustingly boring lecture we just discovered we both have, how about we share it”
People should do more “meet ugly” and less “meet cute”. For example.
"I broke your nose at a mosh pit" AU
“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU
“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
“You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend” AU
“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuver” AU
“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame” AU
“I get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh… sorry…” AU
“You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” AU
“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU
“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU
“My new dealer has friended me on Facebook and I’m unsure of how to react to that” AU
“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU
“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU
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