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stay with me tonight (at alex. in single mom au. unless you wanna go the other direction friend.)
Alex blinks, unsure she’s heard Rhea correctly. “I…….really?” she asks after a moment, hoping she doesn’t sound as floored as she feels. “Um…..yeah. Okay. Is everything alright?”
❝ what happened to the good scary movies that weren’t gross ? that kind of stuff isn’t really scary. ❞
❝ ❀。 @maiscid | starter call.
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Emiko knocked excitedly on Ren's door with one hand, clutching another (more skillfully made) peace-offering mug of Luwak in her other hand. She knew that what she had come here to ask would probably be a bit weird for the heiress--at least at first--so she had opted to come prepared with something to help her warm up to the idea. Heh, warm up...hot coffee... She chuckled a little to herself before speaking through the door.
"Ren...? It's me Emiko!"
lay it on me, slick / frankie and marls have the best sleepovers and you wish you were invited xoxo tic tac toe
Levitating her bundle of blankets, duvets and assorted pillows and clothing items, as well as clutching her box of sugar quills tightly to her chest—if we were being technical, they were actually James', but this was an emergency and she left him a letter with the promise to buy him two boxes next time they were in Hogsmeade as long as he left his fucking wanker of a best friend behind or at least didn't take him to Honeydukes—Marlene felt adequately prepared for the night ahead.
Striding up the stairs, not sparing a glance for anyone in the common room watching, Marlene headed into the Seventh Year Gryffindor Boys' Dorm and flung herself onto Franks bed, allowing her levitating comfort stuff to fall onto James' bed. Sirius' was—no.
Literally placing her arms on him to pull herself closer to him, she placed her head on Frank's chest and grumbled, "people fucking suck. Sleepover time." Peering up at him, she frowned. "Tell me why you feel shitty," she commanded. "It's my job to listen. And feed you sugar and hugs and beat people up and help you vent and then attack you with pick up lines."
