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Move in Together

MOVE IN TOGETHER meme

After months and months of dating, or at least love/lust from afar or admitted chemistry, you and your special someone are moving together. Maybe it's into your dream home, maybe it's one of your places, perhaps it's a hole in the wall and the only place either of you could manage. Still, it's yours, and that makes everything more than all right. You're on your way to domestic bliss - or will you both realize that living together can mean a few more disagreements and a few less rose-colored glasses than there were together? Cooking and cleaning and other chores for two are no easy job. And, of course, you have to be prepared for a greater level of intimacy, in whatever form that takes.

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Feel free to play any scenario, any angle, any scene taking place from the moment of moving in onward. You don't even have to really play it straight - maybe your characters are having to live assumed lives and under new identities.

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[Owns an apartment building and everyone is welcomed, especially to the weekly rooftop BBQ.]

Edited 2019-02-02 21:49 (UTC)

[Cross-canon welcome. Good for gen or shipping or more. If you are canon-wise I typically run him post young avengers and the original sin shirts but can do more.]

[Probably a no to smut for now, but yes to w/e else, including fluff, roommate awkwardness, school bullshit, sad shit, happy shit, w/e.]

Edited 2019-02-03 00:42 (UTC)

[majorly voicetesting.]

[ Moving in together was supposed to be a happier occasion, probably - but when the main reason she's pulled herself all the way up from their home town to Seattle is because said home town was totally destroyed by a storm, it makes it a little bit harder to be as pumped about it she should have been. It wasn't like she had a ton of stuff to bring with her or honestly anything at all, but they'd still managed to gather together a hand full of boxes of things that hadn't gotten completely fucked by the winds.

Which is exactly what she's carrying when she skillfully avoids awkward small talk with Max's parents and quickly goes to place the two lighter cardboard boxes down onto the bed that's been provided. She takes a breath, closing her eyes, trying to reground herself. It wasn't that she wasn't thankful to Max's parents for helping them have a place to go, but it was hard to say that at the moment. Especially when the first thing they had wanted to discuss was where Chloe might get work, and how there was this nice mechanic who might help her out...

Chloe's dreamed about just going up to Washington and being with Max again for years. She'd let it go with Rachel, but now the reality was in her face, and she felt a mixture of grief and elation over it all. To be with Max for good, but knowing what that had cost. The nights in hotels they'd spent on the way up, processing, trying to come to grips with it all. Sometimes it felt futile.

It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

She's probably been standing still in that room too long for this to be normal. ]

[It's hard to be happy yet. Even seeing her parents now just reminds her that Chloe's lost both of hers, that Joyce and Mark (and even David) are gone. And it's hard not to feel responsible for that. And yeah, okay, maybe it is kind of narcissistic to think reality revolved all around her like that, but she'd been given that power (...this power, if she still has it, because she hasn't tried to use it a single time since), she hadn't asked for it, but Max was the one who had to make the choices what to do with it. And she had. And she'd chosen Chloe over the whole of Arcadia Bay... But the funny thing is, as guilty as she feels about that storm... she doesn't actually regret her choice. She wouldn't change it, even given the chance, because Chloe is and will always be her top priority.

Chloe... Who's standing in a bedroom alone and unmoving like some kind of zombie right now. (Zombie? Ouch. That's a little too close to home. Forget she thought it.) Concern grips her chest and squeezes, and she turns a quick "Sure, that sounds great," to her parents as they leave to pick up food (not even sure what food they mentioned, they could have told her they were bringing back dirty socks for all the attention she was paying), before she moves toward the bedroom to check on her... Her what? New roommate? Well, among other things. (Everything.)]

...Chloe?

[She touches her arm lightly, testing... And then it becomes hard not to be happy, because she's with Chloe, Chloe's here and alive, and now they've got their own place... They could do whatever they want, together.

...Maybe she is selfish, maybe she was just keeping Chloe because she made her feel so... Good, and invincible.

No. She'd "kept" Chloe because Chloe was worth keeping (priceless, forgive the pun), and deserved a chance at a better life, at happiness for a change. Which, explains the concern. Is Chloe happy?]

[ The touch makes her flinch, not because it was unwelcomed, but because it brought her back into the moment more than hearing her name had. Her forehead wrinkled for a moment as she remembered where she was, before relaxing as she turned towards Max, smiling apologetically. ]

Shit, sorry. I guess I must be tired.

[ Exhausted. They were both tired. She knew that she had to be tearing herself apart just as much and the last thing Chloe wanted to do was add to her burdens. Letting Max take on her shit had been what got them in trouble in the first place, right? A part of her wonders if she would have been better not ever saving her in that bathroom, but she shakes the thought from her mind just as quickly.

She chose her. Max thought Chloe was important. She'd said she was her number one priority over and over again and damn had she proved it in the end.

She wanted to believe she was worth it.

Her smile brightened as she turned more fully towards her, saving those thoughts for later, for when she could process on her own. ]

Never thought I'd get to see this place. No wonder you got so distracted - Seattle looks pretty fucking cool.

Edited 2019-02-04 16:17 (UTC)

Well, it's been a tiring day...

[She trailed off in response to Chloe's apology. Moving, in general, was always physically exhausting. It had also been pretty much nonstop exhausting, emotionally, since they'd left the devastation of Arcadia Bay behind.

"Distracted." In those five years she'd spent not contacting Chloe. It wasn't entirely the distraction of the city though, it was also the distance and talking to Chloe had just reminded her of that distance between them, in a way that had hurt. She still felt like a sucky friend for not being there for her during those years, though. Lame, Max.

She returns Chloe's smile.]

It is pretty cool... And so much better than last time, because now we're here together... And look [She gestures at the overall apartment, smile widening] now we've even got our own space. We could totally turn the living room into a pirate ship if we wanted.

[She's joking. Sort of.]

Edited 2019-02-08 01:26 (UTC)

[ The joke is something she can latch on to, a memory of the past that isn't tainted by death or destruction because it was too long before any of that could get wrapped up in. The days of playing in the attic like it was some terrifying cave to be explored, of making amulets and treasure maps, of riding on the backs of couches like they were sailing the high seas.

She grinned at the suggestion, going to move towards the door back to the living room and grabbing Max's hand on her way. ]

I think it'll do. We can put up a jolly roger in one of the windows and at least now we know if we spill wine on the carpet, no one's going to be able to kill us but uh - ... Us.

[ And maybe the Caulfields, because they had put down a deposit and everything, but that was beside the point. ]

Can we get a parrot? I promise not to teach it to call you a dork.

[Feeling pleased at Chloe's positive reaction, she laughs as Chloe grabs her hand to drag her into the living room, coming along quite willingly.

The reminder of the spill on the carpet though does immediately remind her of Chloe's house... She's going to miss that wine stain. And, just, Chloe's house in general. She'd probably spent more time there than her own house, growing up. The smell of Joyce cooking bacon and eggs in the morning... Max could do that, though. She can make Chloe bacon and eggs in the morning. It was never too hard, and she'd helped Joyce often enough.

...the parrot comment pulls her from her sad thoughts of Chloe's mom, and she grins.]

But what if I teach it to call you a dork?

[They're going to make new memories here, new memories that they'll look back on in even older years and get all wistful about. That thought is a good one, and she clings to it.]