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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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have fun!

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i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.



AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.


"break out the l word."
"...the other l word."

the prompt up there reminded me of my soft spot for girl!chris/girl!dustin even if the quote is actually between two guys

fall into my arms instead, 1a/5

ummmmmm so i intended for this to be 3 word processor pages/1500 words tops of fluff but it turned into 4000-ish words and 10 pages because my brain vomited up some fluff with a side of FEELINGS

the title is shamelessly taken from one direction / my headcanon is emma stone for girl!dustin and a dianna agron-evan rachel wood hybrid for girl!chris, just for reference

Daisy moves into her dorm the Saturday before school starts, and by Monday afternoon, she’s still yet to come across her elusive roommate, though the girl’s stuff is neatly tucked away into her drawers on her side of the dorm. Christine Hughes, it says, embossed in shimmery silver on the cover of her high school yearbook, but Daisy’s not so invasive that she’s about to peek through the book to scope her out, so she leaves it alone. Christine will show up eventually, no big deal, so Daisy decides to spend the rest of her Monday afternoon strolling around the campus, learning her way around.

It’s just past 1:30 on the first of September, so it’s still pretty warm and lively outside. The Yard is full of tables adorned with brightly colored handmade signs promoting clubs and organizations, so she heads over in an attempt to meet new people. After the fourth petition is shoved into her hands (she can’t tell if it’s about bubblegum or mechanically separated chicken, but she signs it all the same to get the people at the table to leave her alone), there’s a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Daisy whips around to find a tall, tan guy with big eyes and a warm smile in front of the Investors Association table.

“Hey!” he greets, and Daisy is wary of the fact that he might try to hit on her until she spots the purple GSA bracelet he’s sporting below the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down. He smiles down at his feet before chuckling. “Hi. Sorry, don’t mean to sneak up on you, but you were in my econ class this morning. Daisy, right?”

Daisy nods and refuses his outstretched hand, instead pulling him in for a hug (because she likes hugs and she might be a little lonely, okay?). She has to push up onto her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck because the guy is a wiry skyscraper of a dude, but she squeezes him tightly and grins all the same. “Hi!” she says, and promptly realizes she has no clue what this boy’s name is because she was zoned out for 90% of econ.

“Eduardo,” he fills in when she trails off. He’s smiling still, not the salesman join our club, dammit! kind of smile that the rest of the people at the Investors Association booth are showing, but an actual friendly smile. “So, how’s your first day so far?”

Daisy opens her mouth to answer, but her eyes traitorously scan the surrounding area and land on a table across the pathway, decked out in bright purple cloth and flying rainbow striped flags off of its corners. More specifically, what catches her eye is the girl standing in front of it, petition in hand and a blinding smile on her face. Her gold hair is cut short, barely brushing the collarbones that are visible above the neckline of her dress, and well.

She might be the most stunning thing Daisy’s ever laid her eyes on.

Daisy shakes her head, tries to rid her mind of the thought and focus her attention back on Eduardo, but before she can even apologize for zoning out, he nudges her with a knowing smirk.

“She’s available,” he says and places his hands on her shoulders, giving her a shove in the girl’s direction that sends her stumbling for half of the distance between the two tables and quietly cursing herself for the other half, which catches the girl’s attention.

“You okay?” she asks, chuckling as Daisy regains her composure and shit. Up close, her eyes are big and bright blue, angled in the right places and crinkled around the edges from laughter.

“Yeah, um, I. Um. Petition,” Daisy splutters. At the other side of the walkway, she can see Eduardo glance away from his conversation with a pale, curly-haired boy to laugh at her.

fall into my arms instead, 1b/5

“Oh!” the girl utters, almost startled in the way her body jerks up and she manhandles the clipboard in her hands. “It’s for marriage equality! To oppose the Defense of Marriage Act if you’re, um, if you want to sign it.” Her smile falters a bit, becomes more cautious like she’d been expecting the clipboard to be thrown back into her face.

“Of course I’ll sign it!” Daisy affirms, beaming at her in an attempt to make the girl’s smile warm up again, and it does, sending a bright grin across her face. “I mean, if I ever meet Catherine Zeta-Jones, this could come in handy.”

The girl lets out a long, breathy laugh before she thanks her for the signature, and Daisy’s about to walk away, but the girl’s voice rings through her ears again.

“Wait, Daisy Moskovitz?”

Daisy freezes, expecting the worst, like she’s on the FBI most wanted list (mostly improbable) or maybe she’d made a fool of herself at orientation week (more than likely), but when she whirls back around, the girl is sheepishly smiling.

“This is a little awkward,” she says, twisting her fingers around the metal clip of her clipboard, “but I’m your roommate. I’ve been doing so much stuff for the club that I haven’t been in the dorm for more than a catnap.”

Daisy gets a strange sensation, a warm tingle that starts in her stomach and burns its way up into her chest when she realizes that oh, this beautiful girl is who she’s going to spend her first year of college with. It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time.

She realizes she’s probably been too silent when that sweet voice comes again. “Oh! Oh. Sorry, um, I’m Chris.” Chris extends a hand for a handshake, but Daisy shakes her head, curls her pale fingers around the tanned skin of Chris’s wrist, and pulls her in for a soft hug. Chris giggles in her ear the whole time, a sweet, melodic sound that makes Daisy’s lips crack into a probably maniacal grin.

“I guess I’ll see you later?” she manages when they pull apart. Chris nods and waves, a soft flutter of the fingers, as Daisy walks away.

Eduardo is distracted from the curly-haired boy again when she walks by, and he lets his elbow bump her.

“That looks like it went well,” he teases, and the curly-haired guy laughs almost mockingly at her.

Daisy is a mixture of excited and terrified when she mumbles, “Oh man, oh man, she’s my roommate,” to a chorus of laughter from the boys.


fall into my arms instead, 2/5

Every time Daisy thinks she’s got her crush worked out, Chris does something that makes it about fifty times larger. Tonight, a cold mid-November evening, is no exception.

“I can’t concentrate on studying when it’s this cold,” Daisy laments into her econ book, wrapped in every blanket she’d packed from home because fuck centralized heating. “How are you not freezing?”

Across the room, Chris is sprawled across her own bed in nothing but leggings and a long t-shirt with her hair tied back, looking more like an editorial model than anyone in lazy Sunday clothes should. She laughs and closes her book around her index finger to save the page.

“I went to high school in Massachusetts, you keep forgetting,” she explains.

Daisy’s chest fills with a familiar pang of jealousy. Every time Chris mentions her life outside of the dorm – stories about her old girlfriend or her high school best friend and even once when she returned home from a weekend with her family with a framed photo of herself and her brother pulling goofy faces – Daisy gets the feeling, like she’s missed out on so many things by not knowing her before two and a half months ago.

“I didn’t forget, I still just think you’re some sort of mutant for being able to survive the cold,” Daisy fires back. She closes her laptop and stares across the messy dorm until her eyes lock with Chris’s and they exchange fond, sheepish smiles.

“Come here,” Chris offers, holding her arms out. She drops her book next to her bed on the floor. “Bring your blanket cocoon.”

And Daisy’s not about to resist this open-armed offer, so she shoves the laptop aside and traipses across the room, collapsing next to Chris, who promptly tries to tug the blankets away.

“Foul beast!” Daisy shouts as Chris tosses the topmost blanket aside. “You’re trying to kill me! I’m from Florida, okay, I didn’t know temperatures below sixty degrees existed until last month!”

“Calm down!” Chris giggles, working on blanket number two. When Daisy quits flailing, she removes the third blanket and pulls her in close, wrapping one arm around her torso while the other places the blankets back over them.

“Body heat, you spaz.”

And oh. That’s nice. Chris’s arms are now snaked beneath Daisy’s, holding her a few inches away from her body so her natural heat sinks into Daisy’s pajamas, as if the nervous warmth emanating from Daisy’s chest wasn’t warming her up enough. She curls her arms around Chris’s waist and tries not to think about the fact that her lips are right there, so close that she could easily tilt her head up to kiss them if she was certain Chris wouldn’t freak out. She refrains, though, and ducks her head to lay against Chris’s shoulder so her hair spills down the girl’s shoulder.

And it’s weird, but in a good way. Daisy’s had crushes before, but they were meaningless little high school flings, someone she’d snuggle up to at a party or casually flirt with in class, but this. This is different. Just being in Chris’s presence makes her stomach flop around all weird in her torso, makes her cheeks flush and her spine tingle and her mouth smile so much that her cheeks are in pain by the end of every interaction.

Daisy squeezes Chris’s thin frame and bites back the words that are sitting on the tip of her tongue.


fall into my arms instead, 3a/5

Eduardo texts them the last day of the semester, the night before they’re all due at Logan International to head home for the holidays.

RA’s gone already and Mark brought over booze. You guys, my dorm, 10 mins.

By ten o’clock, they’re sitting on the floor in Eduardo’s single, he and Daisy and Chris and Mark, the curly-haired boy from the first day of school, all varying levels of intoxicated, laughing about idiots in their classes and how much they’re going to sleep when they get home, until they run out of beer and move on to the bottle of vodka hidden in Mark’s backpack.

Daisy fumbles for it first, thumbing at the label with clumsy, drunken fingers before declaring, “Drinking games!” to Eduardo’s approval, Chris’s apprehension, and Mark’s apathy. They play along with it, though, quickly deciding on Truth or Dare because they’re just drunk enough to have lost their senses of shame.

“Wardo,” Daisy drawls, stretching her limbs out (and maybe purposely angling herself so her ankle brushes against Chris’s leg), “truth or dare?”

Eduardo gawks, scandalized that she thinks he’s interesting enough to go first. He scrunches up his thick eyebrows and ponders. “Hm. Truth.”

“Pussy,” Daisy spits, eyeballing him as he sits abnormally close to Mark and glances over at him every few seconds. He’s so transparent sometimes, it’s absolutely ridiculous. “Do you like Mark?”

Mark just snorts and shakes his head idly while Eduardo freezes up and his eyes become comically large, his jaw tightening in uncomfortable shock. “Daisy, I— That’s not what…”

Chris joins in, smiling wickedly. She grabs the bottle of vodka from Daisy’s hand. “If you’re not gonna answer, there’s a mouthful of shitty acetone-tasting vodka with your name on it. No chasers.”

“Fuck it,” Eduardo mumbles, snatching the vodka. He pours a mouthful down his throat, grimacing at both the burn and the fact that Mark does nothing but laugh under his breath. When his screwed-shut eyes ease back open, he sends Daisy a dark look. “Daisy. Truth or dare?”

Daisy rolls her eyes. “Dare.”

Wardo laughs deep in his chest. “Kiss Chris.”

She really should have seen that coming a mile away. She can practically feel Chris’s eyes on her, burning into the side of her face as Daisy stares, gaping, at Eduardo. You asshole, she tries to say telepathically, but he smirks all self-satisfied and even Mark is holding back laughter.

“You gonna do it?” Eduardo teases, nudging the bottle of booze closer to the girls. “Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Daisy remembers sixth grade biology, reading about the fight or flight response: the tendency to either face a problem head-on or run away from it. She can face this thing: push her anxiety away, let her real feelings shine through, just grab Chris and kiss her like she’s wanted to since the day she met her. Or she can run. She can grab that bottle of vodka and drink herself into numbness, take the easy way out and pretend like these overwhelming, confusing feelings don’t exist. She can deny herself the taste of those lips, bitten and shiny with remnants of lip gloss and alcohol.

But she’s never been one to resist temptation like that.

fall into my arms instead, 3b/5

Daisy twists her body and grabs the hemline of Chris’s sweater, tugging her close with one hand while the other cups the back of her head, fingers tangling in her blonde hair. Chris makes a surprised noise in the back of her throat right before their lips meet (crash) in the middle, her body tensing up for a moment before she melts into Daisy’s body and locks their ankles together. Chris’s skin is smooth and soft against Daisy’s, warm where her fingertips inch across her waist and beneath her oversized university hoodie to drag across the skin of Daisy’s waist. They kiss slowly for a bit, nipping at each other’s lips until Daisy dares to trace her tongue across Chris’s lower lip so she opens her mouth and lets Daisy lick into it. The kiss grows heated, faster and sloppier until the gentle fingertips up and down Daisy’s spine turn into desperate grasps and Chris arches her back into it, grinds her hips into hers, and starts trailing her lips down Daisy’s jawline and neck until she’s sucking a sizable hickey into the girl’s collarbone that Daisy’s drunken brain doesn’t even mind because the mark is a reminder that yes, this happened, this is happening, Chris did this and the whole world should know it.

Chris,” she groans when Chris nips at the skin between her neck and shoulder, and that’s when there’s the loud noise of someone – Wardo – clearing his throat obnoxiously.

“You’d think I’d find this sexually appealing, I’m a college guy, right?” Mark notes in his usual monotone. “But I don’t.”

The blush that creeps up Eduardo’s face isn’t nearly a sufficient punishment for his blatant malicious intent with the dare, but it has to suffice for now because there are other things for Daisy to think about: Chris and her mouth and the red mark on her collarbone that feels chilly when the air touches it.

The game continues on, though Daisy doesn’t quite remember it, other than a few key moments (Chris’s eyes narrowing deviously as she dares Mark to do a body shot off of Eduardo, who promptly excuses himself to the communal bathroom afterward, the way the girls high-five afterward and the touch lingers for longer than is necessary), and before she knows it, she’s waking up to the sound of an alarm buzzing as loud as a damn jet engine.

fall into my arms instead, 3c/5

She expects to be waking up on the floor in Eduardo’s dorm or maybe the bathroom or the hallway, but when Daisy’s eyes slowly open and adjust to the light that’s making her head pound tenfold, she doesn’t breathe in the smell of Eduardo’s dorm – spicy cologne and whatever products he uses to make his hair stand up to even the worst weather – but the scent of her own shampoo and fabric softener in the blankets tangled around her legs and torso. Without moving her head, she reaches one arm out to feel her surroundings: yes, that’s definitely her poster-covered wall, her bedside table. She tries to think back to the previous night to figure out how she ended up back in her own bed, but it’s all a hazy blur of beers and vodka and kissing and oh.

She remembers the kiss, the warm fingers on her skin, the hickey sucked into her collarbone, and her stomach flutters. She kissed Chris, she finally got over herself and kissed her and it feels great, it feels so wonderful that she chances worsening her headache to roll over and see if Chris is in the room to talk to, but when Daisy sits up, she’s alone in the dorm. Chris’s bed is neatly made, her suitcase and laptop bag nowhere to be seen, only her decorations and a few inessentials left on her desk and bed.

Daisy looks at the clock: it’s noon, meaning Chris’s flight home took off an hour ago. And she left on it. Without saying goodbye. Something about that stings in Daisy’s chest and makes her acutely more aware of her pounding head, which she moves to bury in one hand before something on her bedside table catches her eye: a little box wrapped in shiny green paper with a note attached to it. Without pause, she reaches out and grabs it, unfolding the note and squinting to read it with her headache.

You were still asleep, so I figured I’d leave this for you. I know you’re Jewish, but this is my Christmas present to you anyway. Happy Winter Break/Hanukkah (and Merry Christmas) to the best roommate.
♥ Chris

Daisy carefully peels back the wrapping paper and the lid of the box (even though doing so sounds like a plane taking off which shit, she has to be at the airport in an hour and a half) and feels her heart do some sort of confusing crumple when she sees a necklace: nothing super flashy, just a simple crystal heart on a gold chain that seems appropriate enough with the way Chris has Daisy’s heart on a string, whether she knows it or not.

fall into my arms instead, 4/5

Daisy’s still thumbing at the necklace the week after an uneventful Hanukkah (now that she’s eighteen and in college, apparently that means her gifts have to mostly consist of school supplies), sprawled out on her back in the sands of Palm Bay while Eduardo throws pebbles into the ocean because it’s still 65 degrees outside in Florida. They’d agreed to meet here, a sort of halfway point between her home in Ocala and his in Miami, when she’d called him the night she got home, ranting about her feelings and how damn confusing everything is.

“I say just tell her you like her,” Eduardo supplies unhelpfully, because if it was that simple, Daisy would have done it a long time ago.

“Right,” Daisy scoffs, raking her fingers through the sand at her sides, “the same way you should just tell Mark you like him.”

Wardo turns the most spectacular shade of red at that and tosses another large pebble so it skips a couple of times in the water before being lapped up by a gentle wave. “I… it’s different with Mark and I than it is with you and Chris, I—Never mind.”


There’s a tiny heart-shaped seashell just an arm’s distance away, so she picks it up and places it in the middle of the patterns she’d been tracing in the sand, just realizing that she’d subconsciously drawn Chris’s name with her fingertips and dotted the I with the shell heart. Her chest pangs—she hasn’t spoken to Chris since the night of the kiss, too scared to soberly own up to her drunken behavior, and the lack of contact actually physically hurts sometimes.

Wardo looks back at her, sees the scrawled name in the sand and his big eyes soften. “Break out the L-word, Dais.”

Daisy blinks, taken aback by the fact that he knows, she’s never told him in so many words, he just knows it. “Lesbian?”

Eduardo rolls his eyes and kicks some dirt up at her, his facial expression saying duh. “The other L-word.”

Daisy keeps up the front, afraid to actually admit it. “Lesbians?”

Wardo finally lays down, right next to Daisy so their shoulders bump, and pats her arm. “You’re hopeless.”


fall into my arms instead, 5/5

Daisy gets back to the dorm before Chris. It’s still cold in Cambridge, even colder than when they left, so she’s bundled up in her blankets again from the second she unpacks them to the moment Chris steps in, smiles sadly, and quietly unpacks her own belongings. Her eyes, nose, and cheeks are all red as if she’s been crying, and Daisy remembers an old conversation about how close Chris is with her mother and how homesick she gets, so she unwinds her cocoon of blankets and pats the empty patch of bed next to her. Chris steps over and wordlessly tucks herself in with Daisy, nestling her head against the other girl’s shoulder.

“I missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t call or anything,” she says softly. Daisy keeps quiet but pulls one hand through Chris’s sleek blonde hair until her breathing steadies.

It says a lot, she thinks, that Chris has so easily curled into her body, arms around her waist and head angled so she breathes in rose-scented shampoo, even when they haven’t spoken in a month. Even her friends in high school weren’t so comfortable, but that’s just Chris, she supposes. She’s warm and beautiful, level-headed yet fun, she’s smart and sweet and so full of everything Daisy’s ever dreamed of finding in a human being. That’s why she hooks her chin over Chris’s shoulder, holds her tight, and whispers the words she’s been terrified of saying.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Chris breathes against her neck, soft and almost hesitant, like she’s debating her answer. “It depends on your definition of the word,” she decides on. “I think I have, but I never knew if she loved me back.”

Daisy’s heart pounds, afraid she’s messed this one up. “Who?”

And Chris untucks her head, pulls her head back so her blue eyes stare right into Daisy’s hazel ones, and curls her fingers around the back of Daisy’s head. “You.”

There’s a moment there – suspended in time – where everything’s silent. Daisy stops breathing and so does Chris, and they just stare at each other with wide, terrified eyes, unable to move until Daisy tilts her head forward and ghosts her lips over Chris’s like a question.

“Please,” Chris whispers in a broken voice. “Please say you love me back.”

“Of course,” Daisy replies, touching their lips together more deliberately. “Of course, of course I love you.”

This time when they kiss, there is no freezing up and no fumbling, just the soft press of lip against lip, the angling of their bodies to kiss deeper and deeper. Chris lets out an aborted whimper, almost a sob, as she curls her hands in Daisy’s t-shirt and tugs her closer so their bodies are held tightly together.

“I didn’t know,” Chris breathes when they pull apart for a moment, “that you even liked girls. For the longest time, I thought you were with Wardo.”

Daisy has to laugh at that, even as she’s inching her fingers along Chris’s torso, idly unbuttoning her shirt. “I told you I wanted to marry Catherine Zeta-Jones, didn’t I?”

“Everyone wants to marry Catherine Zeta-Jones,” Chris reasons. She grins and brushes her thumb over Daisy’s cheek before bending her head down to press a kiss to the base of her neck, where the golden necklace chain rests.

“You’re perfect,” whispers Daisy once she’s gotten the last shirt button undone, revealing endless soft skin and a black lacy bra. She lifts Chris’s head with two fingers to crush their lips together briefly before she works her mouth down Chris’s flat stomach until she reaches the hipbone and gently nips at the skin with her front teeth.

Chris tangles her hands in Daisy’s hair, giving it a gentle tug. “Shh,” she soothes, helping Daisy inch back up to eye level so she can kiss her lightly and pull her arms around her shoulders. “We’ve got all the time in the world for that. Come here and cuddle with me.”

Daisy obliges, wraps herself around Chris and nuzzles her nose into her hair. She lets Chris’s statement sink in: all the time in the world, and grins stupidly. She’s got this: the one thing she’s wanted since she set foot in the yard that first day of school. Her life, at this moment, at least, is pretty perfect.

“I love you,” she says into Chris’s neck.

“I love you too.”

Yeah. Perfect.

Re: fall into my arms instead, 5/5

oop, "and grins stupidly" wasn't supposed to be in italics, buy you get my drift~

Re: fall into my arms instead, 5/5

Beautiful! It's delicate, and lovely and funny and I love how you worked the fab5 :)

Re: fall into my arms instead, 5/5

fjsmanadmsf so presh omg :3