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[theycalledmeacurse]

you know what to do. this is texts from last night.

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Rogue | X-Men Films

[theycalledmeacurse]

1. Ugh I don't want to adult today. I need like a dozen more coffees.

2. Well one of us has to be wrong and it's not going to be me.

3. Sex and pancakes... It's going to be hard to top that.

4. Date idea: We should go to the store and buy all the different kinds of Lay's and eat them all.

5. [Text her]

1. Rogue + Steve | College AU

[theycalledmeacurse]

[STEVE] Idk about the rest of ur day, but all u have to do is come to class & take ur clothes off.

[ROGUE] I'm starting to think maybe I shouldn't have agreed to be a model... Even if the pay is really good.

[STEVE] It's not hard. We'll do 'in repose' drawings today. Close ur eyes & think of America. ;D I'll nudge u if u start to snore.

[ROGUE] Think of America. If I didn't know you better, I'd ask if you've been drinking.

[STEVE] I'm trying to inspire you to be breath-taking!

(second text 2 seconds later)
More than u already are! Oh god, please show up, or I'll have to get Henry the janitor to model, & no one wants to see that.

[ROGUE] Buy me coffee and you've (still) got yourself a model. Because Henry's sweet, but no. Just no.

[STEVE] Gimme 2 seconds, think I saw the lady w the mocha cart somewhere on campus. It'll be waiting on my desk. I will guard it from my starving artist students. Who are possibly more caffeine-fueled than even u.

[ROGUE] More caffeinated than me? I accept that challenge.

[STEVE] Please don't. At least 1/2 I think are fueled by nothing but caffeine & ennui. Which shouldn't even WORK. I kinda hate artists now.

[ROGUE] That made me laugh SO HARD, there were some very interesting looks from my fellow bus riders.

But really. Artists aren't all bad. I met one recently who's actually kinda cool.

[STEVE] U met exceedingly cute & charming, right? :D

[ROGUE] -_- Don't push your luck, Apple Pie.

[STEVE] :'( I met the perfect model. She's awesome. Doesn't mind what a huge idiot I make out of myself.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Flattery will get you everywhere, sugar.

[on_ur_left]

It's not flattery if it's true.

[theycalledmeacurse]

(A few minutes later, time to change the subject.)

So am I really just going to be laying around for this class?

Elena Gilbert | The Vampire Diaries

[otrazhenie]

1. Little boy scout stared at me with judgmental looks while I bought 3 bottles of liquor but refused to buy popcorn from him.

2. In my defense I didn't know there was concrete on the other side of that fence when I tossed him over it.

3. Fuck morning classes. Fuck early work. Fuck anything in the morning that doesn't involve sleeping, sex or bacon.

4. Just writing to thank you for not dying. I love you.

5. If you eat that last piece of pie while I'm gone, I will never speak to you again. I mean it.

6. [Text her]

4.

[unforgivably]

[ He knows they're not actually on the outs. She wants him to think seriously about whether or not he wants to take the cure. Not telling Stefan wasn't about shame, or, an underlying desire to not take it, it was about Damon being in the moment. She had a point. Damon had lived with Nova Scotia. He'd been there. Elena had erased it. He didn't find what happened two years ago relevant. Now and then were very different times. He was different. It's not like they're in a fight. She cares. She loves him. She just wants him to be sure. And, yeah, Stefan's a hurdle. He already knows Stefan is going to take him somewhere tomorrow before Ric's big day. Damon will hear him out. For Elena's sake. But, he knows nothing is going to change his mind.

Seeing the light shine on the phone by his bed, Damon sets his book aside. It wouldn't be Stefan, passive aggressively texting him from the other room. It could be more idle threats from his mother, who'd gone after Elena. Or, Bonnie again. She'd texted Damon after Elena filled her in. Maybe Bonnie couldn't sleep.

Leaning over, he unlocks his phone and taps the messages icon. He smiles, typing out a response. ]

Back at you. Bonnie told me about about your daring escape. Bachelorette party button. Who knew human Elena Gilbert had that in her.

[ Flippant. Little sarcastic,but that's not what he means. Or, how he means it. But, he knows now won't be the time to convince her of what he wants. And not over text. So, he continues. ]

Not many girls get to say their mother-in-law tried to kill them. We'll keep her far away from the head table.

[ More jokes. As the ellipsis pop up again, he types more. ]

In all seriousness, I love you, too. And if Lily had harmed a hair on your head, well then, I'd add matricide to my long, long list of sins you love me in spite of.

[otrazhenie]

[ His first reply has her smiling, a quiet giggle emerging now that the stress and rush of adrenaline from earlier had faded. She'd done what she had to and she'd survived. Despite being just a human again, she'd managed to escape an angry vampire and she's actually a little proud of herself for it.

She's about to type a reply when she sees the notice that he's typing too. This one has her rolling her eyes, but still smiling like a love-struck idiot. Mother-in-law. The head table. Just having him talk about things like that has her feeling like her heart's about to burst out of her chest, even as she reminds herself that this is Damon. Damon who loves being a vampire and almost never thinks things through, who needed to think this through because there was no going back. She couldn't bear it if he ended up regretting the decision to spend a human life with her.

But she hopes. With all her heart, she hopes. ]

I hope you don't have [ But then he's typing again and she pauses, reading his message before erasing those five words and starting again. ]

I know you would, so I'm glad it didn't come to that. I don't want you to have to live with that kind of guilt.

[ Because she knew him. Despite that bravado that he liked to wear, he would always feel guilty if he killed his own mother, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life, however long that ended up being. ]

[unforgivably]

If you were involved, she deserved it. Revenge, guilt-free. Like that ice cream you like.

Are you okay?

[otrazhenie]

I'm fine. I'm great, actually. I've got all these amazing memories of this wonderful guy that I'm sorting through.

But now I want ice cream.

5

[magicmishap]

Then I guess me making more pie is a good thing, yeah?

[otrazhenie]

That depends on the type of pie you're making.

[magicmishap]

One each of cherry and chocolate cream.

[otrazhenie]

Good choices. Hide a slice of each for me? It's been a day.

6

[coy]

Just reintroduced tequila back into my life...so that's happening...

[otrazhenie]

What happened? And where are you?

[coy]

Nothing happened. Tequila happened. I'm in our room.

2.

[witchiness]

I'm reserving judgment until I know whether or not he cried after he hit the ground.

So? [ Did he?! Who's he, even? ]

[otrazhenie]

Oh he definitely did. Like a baby. And then he tried playing it cool when his friends came out of the bar looking for him.

[witchiness]

Typical. At least he'll have bruises as a reminder. Because he must have deserved it. [ Unless Elena was just teasing this poor dude. ] Right?

1.

[abetment]

It's not Gilbert family tradition to support the local troop? I'm simply flabbergasted, Elena. [ It's a misfire, isn't it? (How did you get this number anyway, though? Shh, logic.) One sent after the liquor started to flow? Don't you dare deny Katherine's sense of humor is on fire. ] Whatever happened to enabling community enrichment?

[otrazhenie]

[ It's definitely a misfire. Of all the people. She told the phone to text Caroline, not Katherine. ]

I needed bourbon more than I needed overpriced popcorn. One day, they'll understand.

[ Is there a way to make sure this little mishap never happens again? Why can't technology be compelled into working the way it's supposed to? She asks as she pops open one of those bottles. ]

[abetment]

His round little face didn't sway you? Really? Elena. You might be becoming more like me with every single day. :)

A compliment, for the record.

[ Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friiiends could be playing somewhere in the far off distance. Except everyone hates Katherine, and she's evidently completely content and enables the hatred. ]

Then again, I imagine the bourbon you got is an awful year, so. Probably not all that alike, after all.

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[immoderation]

I, too, long for the days when a simple "I don't carry cash" was a perfectly valid excuse.

Now those little hustlers all have card readers.

[otrazhenie]

I thought about pretending I didn't speak English, but with my luck, they would have understood me anyway.

I ran the other way when he shook a bag of caramel corn at me.