I just couldn’t resist after the new update. I loved it so much and I hope Old Xian knows how much her work means to us. 19 days is a fucking blessing, my heart jumps whenever I re-read it.
(Have an older He Tian and Mo Guan Shan cuz I hope they’ll end up together, stay a (gorgeous stupid bitch ass) couple for the rest of their lives and love each other like idiots. I have this headcanon that Satan-Tian has this scars on his neck and hand and proudly shows them off cuz he protected his property back then. Btw, dunno what He Tian did this time to piss Momo off, but I bet it wasn’t just a dick pic XD )
30 days of Gillian (12/30) ❤️ she is such a small little nugget of love and this is an accurate representation of me standing next to anyone cause I’m a short little nugget! It makes me feel better that Gillian is short and cute too✌🏻️
Beca groaned. They were NOT having this conversation again. “Jesse, no.”
“Jesse, yes!” Sitting across from her was her dorky, goofy-grinning best-friend-slash-ex-boyfriend, being as persistent as ever when he wanted something from Beca.
In this case, for her to admit she was in love with her roommate. Who was a woman. A certain, specific, gorgeous redhead. But still.
“Beca, you can’t deny that you have a certain attraction–”
“Actually, Jesse, I can. Because I’m not gay.” Beca sat back in her chair and let the breeze play with her hair. New York was nice, but she couldn’t wait to get back to LA. It was warmer, for one, and she missed the beach, and her own studio. The one they had here for her was nice, but it wasn’t her equipment. Idly, she took a drink of her smoothie and watched Jesse toy with the ring on his finger. “Dude, I can’t believe you and Aubrey are getting married.”
Jesse smiled his dopey, lopsided smile, like he always did when he was thinking about his fiancée. “Well, when you’re in love.” His smile morphed into a grin. “And love has no labels,” he added pointedly, making Beca huff in exasperation.
“Jesus, are you some kind of gay advocate now or something? Do I need to get you a rainbow tattoo?”
“Actually, it’s Jesse.” Beca groaned and dropped her head onto the table. “And no to both of those questions, thank you. I just know love when I see it.”
“Says the guys marrying my freshman year drill sergeant.”
Jesse laughed, warmly. “Beca, have you even actually thought about it?”
“No, because there’s nothing to think about. I don’t think about Chloe like that. I don’t.”
“Uh huh. That’s why your ears are turning red, right? And your neck?”
Beca shrugged her jacket higher over her shoulders, trying to ignore him. Even so, she muttered, “Because this conversation is embarrassing. And unnecessary.”
“No, it is necessary. You’re at least bisexual, Beca, and it’s okay to accept that.”
“Even if I were willing to admit to that,” Beca said, irritation coloring her voice now, “that is awful pushy of you.”
Jesse sat back, his expression contrite. “Sorry. I just – it’s hard to watch, you know. The pining thing you do when you’re away from Chloe.”
“I’m allowed to miss my best friend, Jesse,” Beca shot at him, and he raised his hands in surrender.
“Becs, it’s not the same thing,” Jesse said, and his voice was oddly strained. “You get this look in your eyes when you talk about her, or look at her, and I recognize it, okay? You used to look at me like that, and somewhere that changed. Just because you’re a hot shot superstar doesn’t mean that’s changed about you.” Beca grumpily stirred her smoothie with her straw; she felt Jesse’s eyes on her, contemplating her for a minute before he spoke again. “You tell me, then.”
“Tell you what?”
“About Chloe. How’s things in LA? You guys live together, don’t you?”
Beca’s lips quirked upwards in a reluctant smile. “Yeah. It’s a nice arrangement. As quiet as it can be with Chloe in the house.”
Jesse smiled at that. “Still singing?”
“Every chance she gets. I wanna surprise her with the opportunity to record with me soon, my boss and I’ve been discussing it.” That made Beca grin, thinking about how quickly Chloe would light up at the idea of performing again.
Jesse grinned his impish grin again. “Okay, so tell me if this sounds pretty accurate.”
“Bear with me, Bec, c'mon.”
“I’m gonna tell Aubrey you’re being mean to me.”
Jesse rolled his eyes. “So out in public–and I’ve seen you guys do this, you can’t deny it–hand-holding, flirting–”
“You can’t count that,” Beca said quickly. “That’s just Chloe.”
Jesse shrugged. “I’ll take that. She did run up and kiss me once.”
Beca sat bolt upright. “What?!”
That set the man to laughing. “Your little green monster is not helping your case, Becaw.”
Beca felt her face heat. “Shut up, Jesse. And stop messing around.”
Jesse attempted to control his outburst, but his grin remained in place. “Anyways. So you work mostly from home, don’t you?”
Beca refused to look at him, glaring at her smoothie instead. “Yeah, usually.”
“And I know you can cook, so I would assume you probably cook, have something on the table when Chloe walks in the door?”
“Well, she’s gotta eat too, doesn’t she?”
“Okay, grouchy pants,” Jesse retorted. “What do you usually do after dinner?”
Beca thought about it. “Chlo helps me clean up. Then we usually watch a movie or something.”
“Or something. Beca, you hate movies.”
“So?” Now Beca was being defensive. She really didn’t like the points he was making; she didn’t have any argument against him, and that scared her.
Jesse could see he was winning; he changed tack. “Beca, how many times in eight years have you told the woman ‘no?’”
Uh oh. “Jeez, Jesse, I don’t know.” Except she did. She could literally count them on one hand and Jesse knew it. But so what? Telling Chloe no was like kicking a puppy, you don’t do that, what’s wrong with you?
Jesse smiled that winning smile again. “D'you enjoy that though? Spoiling Chloe, especially now that you have the money to?”
“Well yeah. I mean, it’s nice to see her light up and smile and it just–she’s just –”
Realization slammed into Beca with the force of a wrecking ball.
The smiles. The touches, the cuddling, the flirting. The way Beca’s stomach flops every time midnight eyes meet crystal. The dancing in the front room after too much wine. The heart-beat-turns-into-a-bassline when Chloe is nearby. The I’ll-play-with-your-hair-because-you-like-it.
Jesse smiled gently. “See.”
Beca rubbed her face. “I don’t … Does she know? Is she… I mean, can I even tell her about this? What do I do?”
“I think you should talk to Bree,” Jesse said. “She and Chloe are closer than you think.”
“Okay.” Beca nodded. “Yeah. Sure. But uh, I need to think. This is…”
“A lot. I know.” Jesse pulled his wallet out and got to his feet, tossing a twenty onto the table. “Take what time you need, 'kay? Just remember Aubrey locks the door at eleven.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Beca watched him as he headed down the street and out of sight.
Okay, so I believe @misspelled-url was the one who wanted #10? I think so. Here you go, love. Stay tuned for more!
Gryffindor, is made Prefect and eventually Head Girl, says yes to a date w/Rhysand in her 6th year and never looks back
Slytherin, is also a prefect, scolds first years for 'looking too cheerful.' Looks forward to a certain Hufflepuff male complimenting her, but won't admit it.
Hufflepuff, her favorite class is Herbology, and Prof. Sprout LOVES her. Has her eye on that shy redhead from Ravenclaw.
Gryffindor (this was hard, but I feel like his gryf. characteristics outway his slyth. ones), constantly pesters Feyre for a date, they become the new power couple when he is made Head Boy
Hufflepuff (DON'T KILL ME, HE'S SO LOYAL, OKAY?), is a beater on the Qudditch team, and his snarky nature leads many a professor to question the sorting hat's choices. Won't leave Nesta alone, but she secretly likes it
Slytherin, has more friends outside of his house than in it, and is a shining example of all of the good traits Slytherin celebrates. His two older brothers hate him for dating a Gryffindor
SLYTHERIN. Scares the shit out of first years for fun. Sometimes the professors, too.
Gryffindor, chaser on the qudditch team, essentially channeling the essence of Luna Lovegood. Nothing can bring her down. Dating Azriel, who quietly cheers her on at qudditch matches
Slytherin, is a prefect but always upped by Rhysand, trails after him muttering "my father will hear about this"
Ravenclaw, in love with a certain Hufflepuff but too shy to tell her, has been bffs w/Feyre since first year, who can't for the life of her understand why he's friends w/Tamlin too