*/ kara rps

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

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text | trevin & phe

trev: azula 👀

trev: that was like twice! maybe three times at best. i'll think about it? how about that?

trev: i definitely just took a screenshot of THAT

trev: let's see, mhmm after spiderman, jake gyllenhaal. alright let's hear mine.

trev: allssoooo there's this open mic thing tomorrow night, are you free? i know it's kind of last minute

phe: i don't know how i feel about you simping for azula of all people. and the implications on me.

phe: 🙄🙄🙄

phe: oh no. i'm attracted to my boyfriend. what news.

phe: ooo okay jake gyllenhaal. i can add him to my list.

phe: ana de armas. i will completely understand. any victoria secret angel. emily blunt. i get it.

phe: i caaaaaan.

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text | trevin & phe

trev: jessica rabbit's a smoke show, but kim possible was the real crush growing up. shego came in at number two though.

trev: but think of how great my beard will look then! it'll be like kissing chris hemsworth, the best of the chrises.

trev: superman just has never done it for me, i'm going to be honest. yes, yours.

trev: if you'd like to expand mine, you'd hear no complaints from this side of the room

phe: suki from avatar. that's all i have to say.

phe: if you take care of it and don't have crumbs of food left in it, then I may stop complaining. because you do look hot but it impedes snuggling.

phe: plus i rather be making out with my boyfriend, not chris hemsworth

phe: i'll play. who are you adding to my list?

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text | trevin & phe

trev: i tried to tell them that. you know i feel like i should be concerned that an illegal extraterrestrial being and fictional charming man are high on that list, but i'm really not

trev: is it your way of getting me to shave my beard right before no shave November??? IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK

trev: ....i love you....truly, because that is the only right answer. battison might have heard something though, we have to see. alright, alright.

trev: kill, superman (sorry not sorry)

trev: marry wonder woman, because duh.

trev: fuck, batman

trev: can i add someone to your hall pass list?? because he should definitely be on it

phe: only because i know if you were in my position, you would be saying the same thing. but then there's also like.... jessica rabbit.

phe: it's two months away, babe. please. i love you and i love the beard but i would like to make out with you and not a whole as forest on your face.

phe: i accept those answers. wait to *my* hall pass?

phe: why is mine the one growing?

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text | trevin & phe

trev: i could kiss you right now

trev: these assholes really thought you were going to choose one of them! nice bonus there 😘

trev: as your boyfriend, i have never been prouder of my furry.

trev: wait, wait, what batman are we talking here? i simply cannot answer without that information.

phe: like they would provide any satisfaction in any aspect of my life compared to flynn ryder or stitch.

phe: you're my favorite furry man btw.

phe: batman v superman era of course. no batman can compare to bale's perfect batman...... but i'll admit battison is coming close.

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text | trevin & phe

trev: i'm about to test our relationship...

trev: ready, ready. no thoughts, straight answer!

trev: fmk: stitch, flynn rider, one of my goddamn annoying roommates (dealer's choice), go!

phe: kill your roommates + girlfriends

phe: fuck eugene

phe: marry stitch and be called a furry for the rest of my life

phe: FMK—Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman (and I will be judging your answers)

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thetroubledmisfits​:

Trevin sat on the bed as he looked at the screen, looking over at Ophelia as she grabbed some falafel. “Pass me my gyro!” he claimed, starved. With Phe’s emergency text, he made sure to get extra food tonight just in case it truly was an emergency. Though judging by now being there, it might have not been as pressing as he thought. 

Trev started pulling off his jacket and making himself comfortable. “It can hurt to go look,” he shrugged as he threw his head back; no more annoying roommates, full time parking, and Phe? What more could he want? Finding apartments was easy, til he started looking for one without three other people, then quickly realized just how costly living two people’s living expenses were but privacy had no price tag. The pair had surely learned that. “I mean, we should probably know if it’s realistic before we jump on it, right?” his eyes were no where but on Ophelia. “Unless you wouldn’t want to move in together. Ah – that’s um, something that’s understandable too,” though he hadn’t anticipated thinking so. “But where’s your head at?”

It was weird and Ophelia knew it. Seconds before Trevin arrived, her head was spiralling, one thought after another. It was like a train that was firing all pistons with no end to the track. Her day took so much out of her and Ophelia was just trying her best to sort out her emotions rationally, to understand why she was so annoyed, so frustrated with life that, to solve it on her own by finding an apartment in an ideal world, she could move into tomorrow and not have to deal with her roommate or Trevin’s whole house full of people. But then he arrived like a knight basked in shining light with two whole bags of food and the train slowed to a stop and Ophelia managed to get off. She took the plastic container with the gyro and handed it to him before finding a spot between him and her laptop to snuggle into.

“I want to move in with you,” she said, hiding her face in his chest. “Today wasn’t good, but it wasn’t completely horrible, but the bad outweighed the good. There was no end in the stress and even when I was hardcore focused, after all that was done, I was just left with... I don’t know. I was feeling nervous and shaky and nothing felt right.” Ophelia sighed, laying back onto her back but wanting to look at her boyfriend’s face. “Like I wanted to end the day with you and I am, but I didn’t want to go over to your place because your roommates give me a headache and my roommate looks at me like I’m a horrible slut and she’s going to contract every sexual disease from me when I have you over, so it’s time to leave.”

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thetroubledmisfits​:

With two bags of take-out, Trevin’s feet quickly shuffled, trying to get to the safe heaven of the brunette’s room. Moving into her room, her kicked the door back with his foot before planting them steady. Almost expecting Ophelia to jump him, whether it was the food or him was up for debate, but he got neither and he looked at his girlfriend confused as she was enthralled behind the computer screen. “your text. i thought you were in a cris–” he stops himself as he looks at the screen. 

His eyebrows rise up. It’s a dream which also translated to very pricey, but he can’t help but want it. “I mean, it’s very nice.” He admitted as he set the food down on the desk. Her words aren’t necessarily surprising as he huffs softly, “Okay, how bad are we talking here?” he turns to face her as he leans against the table. “I’ve actually been thinking about asking my boss for a promotion. It’s… a shot in the dark,” he admitted as he shrugged his shoulders. “Jeez, is that a balcony?” He said, pointing to the fourth picture before leaning over to kiss her cheek while his eyes stayed glued on the screen. 

The warm smell hit her nose and in an instant, Ophelia already was moving on from her pissy mood. “Oh food. What did you get?” She reached for the take out bags, and pouted when he put them on her desk, far away from her. The smells were hard to make out, they were just making her hungry and the emptiness in her stomach feel more hollow. It didn’t take long for the brunette to open the bags to see the plastic trays filled with Mediterranean food from that one joint they both loved. Ophelia didn’t turn back to face her boyfriend until she already stole a piece of falafel from one of the containers. 

“Not horrible out of our price range, but there has to be a catch,” Ophelia said, her nose crinkling. Even if the place looked great on paper, they would definitely have to see it. “A balcony that I could make into a mini jungle but so much space for your shelves full of your geek joy. High ceilings. Waterfall shower. Close to the beach.” It seemed too good to be true, but it wasn’t just the price point that was holding her back. It was an unspoken conversation they had not had. “But... moving in together? I mean, if you want. You should ask your boss for the promotion,” Ophelia said, quickly changing the conversation topic.

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@thetroubledmisfits​ TREVIN + OPHELIA

She was so engrossed with scrolling down the screen, but still the sound of the door opening broke her out of her trance for a minute—carefully listening to see who it was. Ophelia when back to her laptop when she heard it was Trevin, knowing that he would find his way into her bedroom, where he would find his girlfriend sitting cross legged in her bed practically hunched over to her computer. The screen kept moving, Ophelia knowing that it was a split second decision to look, but she kept going, having a gut feeling this was the right decision. She opened one more tab before swinging the device around to show, in favor of hearing his feedback than to exchange quick pleasantries. Ophelia was on a mission, a mission that would hopefully better both of their lives.

 “What do you think about this apartment?” she asked, looking straight at the taller boy to gauge his first reaction. All she had been doing was going through apartment listings since she got home, even ignoring the small hole in her stomach that needed food. “Newly remodeled. In-unit washer and dryer. Parking spaces too. Just...expensive.”

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peysidiots·:

“Honestly, I’m going to have to say yes to that because I have no idea what the fuck you even mean honestly,” Chandler looked at her like she was a crazy person as she kept talking about the coffee that she was drinking. He gave her a half hearted shrug. “I don’t really have any other place to be. If I stay at home I’ll get fucking stir crazy and stir crazy Chandler isn’t really a Chandler I’d like to be so here I am. I don’t have anything to do really so you might have to suffer with bored ass Chandler as I follow you around.”

“Wonderful, wait, that wasn’t sarcastic enough.” Cora shoved her hands into her back pockets, turning back around to finish the last bit of her journey back to her lab. She could see the notifications, the little red number declaring how many unread emails that were waiting for her––the benefits and unfortunate circumstances of bringing the whole office into the twenty-first century. At least there was an upside, another pair of eyes to help her sort through what was really important and Cora didn’t hesitate in handing over her iPad before taking a seat in front of her screen to pretend to start work for the day. “You can at least be useful if you’re going to follow me around like a lost puppy. I only see lab days for me from here on out.”

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peysidiots‌:

“I think that’s all parenting is. Pretending what we’re doing and trying to be better for our kids. Shelby can and will willingly answer the phone for you. She can tell you all of the horror stories of me as a first time dad,” he gathered her hair with his hands and gently ran his fingers through it. “Nah, if they’re sore the last thing I want to do is squeeze them.”

If it were possible for humans to purr, Ophelia would be doing it. She slightly adjusted, making herself more comfortable while laying in his lap and closed her eyes. “Keep doing that, please,” she said quietly, snuggling into her husband. “Parenting is hard. You set huge footsteps to follow. You and Shelby. And Liam... Liam is so precious. I thought losing sleep was something I could handle because school, but this is completely different.”

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peysidiots‌:

Chandler gladly took the coffee cup from her, but there was a small frown on his face when he had felt how empty it was. He had just given that to her, how on earth was it nearly all gone. “I don’t know, handcuffs aren’t really my thing. You know what you do look good on though? Your motorcycle. If that’s the only thing you ride for the rest of your life, I think I would be satisfied. And actually, I think that was the biggest opening for you.”

“Did I drink so much coffee that I’m talking really fast or is everything just normal and my body is just so adjusted to how much I drink that this is nothing?” Cora went as far as the look at her hands, the limbs completely normal and not shaking. At least not shaking like she would if she didn’t have a cup first thing in the morning. “That really should be my cue to leave this conversation, but we’re walking in the same direction aren’t we? Why are you back? You literally have twenty reasons why you don’t need to come into work.” 

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peysidiots‌:

“I’m gonna be completely honest, I have no recollection of any of the time I had Nora. And now I’m just going through the motions like I somehow have a handle on things and I don’t,” he admitted to her before laughing to himself going over to the other side of the couch and plopping down next to her and lifting her head up to place it on her lap. “I miss your boobs. Don’t get me wrong, I like them now. But I really do miss your boobs. At least touching them.”

“Please keep pretending like you do know what to do for both of our sakes. I don’t think Shelby can handle another panicked called from me at 3AM.” Ophelia shifted, trying to stretch out her back, hoping to find some reprieve in how much her whole body ached. Most of the post-birth pain was gone and in the final stages of healing if not already healed, but since she was getting barely any rest, everything just felt heavy. “By all means, friend. They’re as small as they’re going to be since I fed Liam.”

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peysidiots‌:

“I don’t think the coffee is very good prison.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying anymore. I also think there are three of you which is a nightmare.” With a small pause and extreme reluctancy, Cora decided to hand back the coffee. Even if it was mostly finished. “The only thought in my head now is that I definitely would not look good in handcuffs and that is literally the biggest opening for you and I might actually extremely judge you for not taking it.”

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peysidiots‌:

“Hey hey,” he pulled her into his arms giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “I can check. If you promise to sit down and close your eyes for just a minute while I go calm him down. I think he’s just teething right now.”

“He’s already teething?” It was too much. First, Ophelia was not ready to be a mother. Giving birth literally snuck up on her. Now her son was already teething and it only felt like three days ago she got back from the hospital. She let herself fall over the armrest, falling back onto the couch, her head hitting something that wasn’t just the couch cushion. A small elephant toy was pulled out from her back, not Liam’s lion, and Ophelia just tossed it somewhere, closing her eyes that needed the rest. “My boobs hurt.”

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peysidiots‌:

“Oh, blackmailing a federal agent who is also the son of the president sounds like a sure fire way to get you a brand new roommate and a small room with no windows. But by all means, I encourage you to try.”

“Hm... that actually sounds like the perfect getaway. Exactly what I need.”

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peysidiots‌:

“Nope, absolutely not, give me that back,” he shook his head reaching to grab the coffee back from her. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the banter and how open about everything she was doing was. It was just that he didn’t know how to deal with it fully. “You need less coffee, I cannot believe I’m willingly fueling this addiction.”

“Nope. Mine.” Cora ducked out of the way, putting herself further than arm’s reach from him, smugly taking another sip–a much smaller one this time. “You take away my coffee, I blackmail you. I don’t know with what, but I will find something to blackmail you with.”

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peysidiots‌:

“Phe, phe, calm down,” Nate took her hands into his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Babe, slow down,” he looked her in the eyes. “Did you check in the couch cushions? Nora has been hiding a lot of things there recently.”

“Yes!” Ophelia first said, staring into his eyes but the longer she looked, she wasn’t sure. “No. I don’t know. I’m so tired.” She paused, closing her eyes and pulling herself into Nate, trying to hide in his shoulder. “Can you check, please.”