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[carter n. crumb]

*---- maybe i'm your mr. right, baby

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well, he was about fed up with all this nonsense. it was about time at least a third of the fearsome threesome got themselves a girlfriend. it was like, physics. one of the three had to be dating someone at some point. especially this year. at the beginning of the year, fish was still dating eme bletchley, while mav was all panting over evie, like usual (whether he admitted it or not was a different story). and then it switched to two thirds of the equation having a girlfriend when fred got whatserface blondebitch, or whatever happened there. then the entire equation was taken, when mav finally got evie. the balance kept switching, but at least one of them had a girlfriend at one point or the next. but now it was all thrown off. mav was single again, fred was single, and fish had yet to get em. it was throwing off the physics of them! and if his little sister got a boyfriend before he got em to be his girlfriend, shit was going to hit the fan, and that boy would be dead. yeah, fish could be a little overprotective when it came to his little sister, but how lame would that be? cass having a boyfriend, but not him? it would just be dumb, and he'd hate every second of it. so yes, that would be a reason why he would ask emery to be his girlfriend- so he didn't throw off the physics of the band. yep. it was a rock solid alibi if anyone asked. no, he wasn't being mushy, he just had to keep things even. that was his reasoning. and mav would have to suck it and stop picking on him. even before the band was together, and they were just the three best amigos to ever walk the face of hogwarts, the physics had to be right. mav was always chasing skirts, no matter if he was always like, thinking of evie or whatever, so he always had a girl. that was nothing new, even if the girl was new, just about every other five seconds. fred and fish were pretty normal when it came to their girlfriends and what not. there were girls here and there that fish liked. but they were temporary members of the circle. it was the permanent ones that had to be fixed and balanced or whatever. that was just... the physics had to make sense. it effected the chemistry of the band, and the biology of the songs and... the... yep. all sorts of scientific nonsense. that was why he felt the need to have a girlfriend. physics.

but it was more than just physics, if he was being completely honest. it was more than just the need for a girlfriend. it was a need for emery. he always had that need for her, the absolute longing, the want to be around her. it wasn't something new to him. they grew up together. his dad and her dad were best friends and band mates, and eventually, their moms became good friends. they were destined to be best friends, much like fish and mav's future kids would be. as kids, they were a riot and a half. they were both part of a set of twins, so they understood twinly dynamics, which meant their other halves were close as well. it was inevitable. but as the years went on, emery and carter became more than just best friends. it would be little things when they were together- arms around shoulders, linking arms, kisses goodnight when they had massive weird sister sleepovers... not wanting to be around the other's boyfriend or girlfriend, getting jealous easily, not talking because they got in a fight over said boyfriend or girlfriend. for a while, carter put it off as an overprotective attitude because he was so close to emery. it was how he would act if jem or cass got a boyfriend, wasn't it? it was just him being overprotective. but that wasn't true. it was more than that, especially over the past six months. even if he was dating eme for most of them, every time he would see emery with a guy, he would get really moody and uncomfortable, and then get in a really bad mood, and ruin his entire day. it resulted in a lot of fights, and even more time that fish tried to steal with emery, behind eme's back, and to keep her away from anyone else. it was that time that solidified it. it was little moments with emery that made him realize... eme was an odd pairing for him. she was never quite right. she didn't fit the way emery did. emery was everything he could ever ask for in a girl. ever. she was amazing, and beautiful and musical and talented and everything to him that eme could never be. it wasn't eme's fault. it was his. he always knew he and emery were perfect for each other. jax, travon and just about everyone else told him just about every other ten seconds.

carter knew the whole situation was kind of messed up with emeline and emery. he should've known, right from the get go, that it would end badly. he should've known that dating a girl and seeing another one behind his girlfriend's back with similar names was a bad idea. the name mix up bit mav in the ass how many times? but no, one thing he should've been wary against would be his downfall. he still felt awful about the whole thing. he never wanted to hurt emeline. it was going to happen, and he knew it would. but he didn't want to. that was the last thing he wanted. he never meant to put all three of them in this awful cliche love triangle. he hated it. hurting them both was the worst part. he should have just... become a monk. that would've been the best option at the moment. that way he wouldn't be able to hurt those closest to him anymore. that sounded like a capital idea. it would suck, since he had only been dreaming about kissing emery for like, months now, but it would probably be the best decision. it would be tough, since all he could think about was the way she fit so perfectly with him when he held her. he wouldn't know what to do without being able to sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her all cute like. no. nope, it wasn't possible. he couldn't be a monk. that involved... not sleeping with emery. and not being able to hold her, or lace their fingers together, or play her really sappy love songs he wrote. or make her learn how to play some ridiculous song, just for the sake of spending time with her. he was far too much in love with her to ever leave her anyway. after seventeen years of being conjoined at the hip, there would most definitely be some serious postpartum... which made fish a pregnant woman. but he wouldn't be able to let her go. especially not when he was so close to getting her, for real.

this was it. pushing himself off the couch in the gyffindor common room, fish called maverick (or fred's, he didn't remember whose it was) owl over from the window and attached the little note to it's talon, telling the owl to go get it to emery, wherever the hell she was. it was a note, asking her to meet him in the kitchens in about ten minutes. he looked at maverick and fred, asking them how he looked. as usual, maverick told him he looked beautiful. yes, beautiful. fish was used to being mav's boyfriend by now. they were that close. he could take jokes that mav threw at him. they were best friends after all. but just in case, he fixed his shirt, looked in the mirror one too many times, re-tied his shoes, then nodded to his reflection. fred and mav just shook their head. well, at least he had them, right? once he was ready, he started down the first flight of stairs between him and the kitchens. he should've said fifteen minutes. hell, it took him most of the ten minutes to get himself ready to see her. when he made it down to the kitchens, he took a deep breath. this was it. now or never. once he made it into the actual bulk of the kitchen, carter couldn't help but smile. sitting on one of the counters, swinging her legs, was the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on, adorable in her red haired wonder. still grinning, fish made his way over to where she was sitting, and looked up at her. he rested both of his hands on her waist and smiled, amused by the fact that for once, she was taller than he was. "i'm glad you got here alright, miss thruston." he said with a smile. leaning up, fish placed a kiss on her cheek, lingering a little before pulling away. "there's something i'd like to ask you." he said, letting one of his hands fall from her waist to one of her hands. once he had a hold of her hand, he laced their fingers together and looked down at their hands. "you're adorable, you know." he said, smiling absently.

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tagged: emery thruston
words: 1575
lyrics: mr. right - a rocket to the moon
notes: yeah. i love them. akay?
credit: made it m'self. picture to caution.

[emery j. thruston]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

carter was everywhere in emery's mind. he seeped through her pores and into her skin, made it impossible for her to think, caused a steady stream of butterflies through her stomach and back again. why was it like this? why did he make her totally out of her mind after they had known each other for so long? well, emery could probably figure that out on her own: emeline. for the longest time, emery had put her feelings for carter on the back burner. with all of their history and the fact that they were separated into different houses, she had never felt any need to really rush her feelings for him. every time she thought about possibly telling him how she felt, either some other girl had captivated his attention for the time being, or she chickened out. regardless, emery had always viewed carter as her best friend, and the boy that she figured would always be there for her...when she wanted to pry open that pandora's box. and yet, things hadn't exactly worked out that way. the whole emeline situation had ripped emery apart in more ways than one, and left her wondering if she could ever truly be with carter, or if he even felt the same way about her, too.

when you had a history as long as carter and emery's, it's almost impossible to think that anything could get in the way of that. they had been partners in crime for as long as she could remember, playing around backstage with their other makeshift weird sisters family. emery couldn't pinpoint the exact time when she had felt herself falling for carter, but knew that she had been trying to hold back those feelings for as long as possible. relationships were messy, emery had realized, and in the end, people always got hurt. as much as she hated emeline for threatening to take carter away from her, emery's heart secretly ached for the other girl. heart break was something that emery wasn't quite familiar with, but unrequited love, and not being able to be with the one you loved? emery had more than enough experience in that department. of course, these weren't emotions that she told anyone else, obviously. emery was a guarded girl for the most part, and emotions of that caliber were best kept to herself.

emery had been perched on the window seat in her dormitory, looking out into the moonlit night. her room mates were all out on various adventures - leaving the empty room for emery to revel in. clad in a pair of shorts and a long sweatshirt, she had been plucking away at her acoustic guitar and playing around with some arrangements she had long ago scribbled into her notebook. with exams having just passed, emery's guitar had been solely abandoned. it felt so fantastic to hold the beautiful instrument in her hands again, run her fingers over it's smooth neck and delicately tune each string. emery's soft voice filled the empty air as she plucked out a few chords for the song she had written eons ago. emery never shared her music with anyone - her qudditch playing, her gillyweed supply, the endless amount of arts supplies she kept...those were what she shared with people. her music, however? emery kept that protected and for herself, only.

as though it was fated, a note from the boy of her thoughts swooped through the window, tied to a familiar looking owl. a giggle escaped emery's throat, sounding hollow and even slightly creepy in the empty air of the dormitory. "oh, hullo," emery smiled, running her fingers down the tawny owl's feathers as she unwrapped the note. "here you go, love." before reading the note, emery tossed a few nuts in the direction of the bird before allowing it to fly off. emery carefully unwrapped the note, her eyes scanning hastily over the scribbled words. a flush spread over her cheeks as she stood, already out the door before she had even finished reading. something in the pit of her stomach told her that tonight was the night, she would refuse to sleep until carter at least knew how she felt. the constant nagging idea of possible rejection swelled inside of her, almost throwing her into a fit of panic and frenzy as she quietly slid out of the common room.

the kitchen was only a short walk from the common room. emery's feet slid over the polished floors as she approached the kitchen, silently entering. emery had been in the kitchen several times, possibly even more times than she could recall off the top of her head. late night study breaks spent testing pastries with house elves, laughing to herself in the corner while she nursed a case of the munchies after smoking a shit ton of gilly weed by gouging herself on leftover turkey. those trips only brought a full belly and possibly some light conversation with other kitchen stowaways or one of the house elves. never had the possibility of such fantastic proportions had hung over her head, though. emery peered around, trying to see if anyone else was in the kitchen with her. but, no, she was completely alone. emery breathed a sigh of relief, bustling over to the stove and magicked a cup of steaming tea into her hands.

after taking a sip of her drink, emery carefully hopped up onto the counter, staring off into the distance. it was peaceful, being in such a commonly used and busy place, and yet in the dead of night, it being so silent and empty. emery involuntary jumped as she heard someone enter, the tea sloshing onto her bare thigh. she hissed in pain, trying to hide her yelp. emery was obviously not the type of girl who voluntarily played the damsel in distress card, let alone flaunted around any sort of weakness. however, as usual, emery felt her heavy guards begin to loosen just a bit as carter came into view. "mister crumb, always a pleasure," emery's tone was light and playful, though her stomach positively twisted with the site of his handsome, gorgeous face. it was hard to believe he had ever been the awkward, gawky twelve year old boy whom she had worried with on the train to hogwarts so many years before.

emery felt her cheek burn underneath his kiss. it was so beyond unfair the effect he had on her, really. emery didn't let anyone make her feel beneath them, and yet, emery was utter putty in carter's capable hands. her hears perked up when she heard him propose to ask her a question. a thousand various scenarios ran through her head - this could be it, she decided. maybe something big was going to happen. and then again, what if he was just asking her for their divination homework answers? or wanting to discuss the recent drama with their group of friends? emery couldn't possibly handle it if that was all this meeting was, just another hang out with the inseparable duo. "wait," she croaked out, her face flushing almost as red as her vibrant hair color. "you can ask me whatever you want, but before you do...i need to do something that i should have done years ago." and with that, emery wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him forward and into her with incredibly intensity and passion. with one short deep breath, she pressed her lips against his, and kissed carter with every spec of passion in her tiny body.

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: CARTER
words: 1264
outfit: CLICK
notes: OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0[/size]

[carter n. crumb]

*---- maybe i'm your mr. right, baby

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growing up with the family of nuts that called themselves weird sister spawn was a hell of a trip, carter would have to admit. as if his own family wasn’t insane enough as it were, what with his epic super mom and his rock star dad, paired with is wacky twin jem, spazz attack baby sister ria and gorgeous big sister saira. but that didn’t seem to be enough. it was fate or destiny or whatever that ordained that carter needed a whole other family from birth. since his dad was part of a rock band and all, and all of his band buds were having kids around the same time, the moms stuck all of the kids together. it was there that carter met his brothers; jax and travon. sure, carter was tight with landon and emery’s twin brother, but they didn’t have the bond that carter, jax and travon had. it was awesome having those two as your brothers, much less adding mav, fred, brax and caleb to that. fish was pretty lucky to have mates like them. it was like having this huge family on top of his already crazy jewish immediate family. max, fred, brax and caleb all became jewish for like, one day a year, and fish did the same and went to weasley christmas with the lot of them. hell, they were all going to be in fish’s wedding one day- they may as well get used to being jewish for a day, right? from a pretty young age, carter was pretty sure he was going to marry one of the girls from the weird sister group. he already loved bunny and baby no matter what, but they were more like sisters. so he really only had two girls to choose from. emery, and barbary. but it was always emery. always. she was his best girl friend outside of his sisters, and she was absolutely amazing and perfect. she was into all the same music he was, and they knew all there was to know about each other. it came with the territory of being best friends, eh? how could he not be in love with her? especially after all of these years. there were times when fish wondered why this whole thing hadn’t happened sooner, and what would’ve or could’ve happened if he stepped up before he even met eme. it was hard to be all skeptic and whatnot about a girl you loved the way he loved emery. but there was so much to be skeptic about. for years, the dynamic of the weird sisters’ family had been static. they were very simply a group of very best friends, mixed of boys and girls, and nothing else mattered outside of that group. no one outside truly understood the dynamics of the group. they were just a group of tightly knit best friends that saw each other as extended family. that was how things worked. no one was allowed to mess with that. they dated outside of the group, and pretty much every member of the group screened each other’s dates. it was how it worked. but now, this year, things were changing. it wasn’t like fish and emery were the only ones that were breaking the rule about dating within the group. jax and ronnie, who should’ve hated each other because of their dads, were on the brink of dating. it was just up to the rest of the group to step up and push them together already. fish was about at that point. but still, they would be the first ones to be together, if all went well.

to be frank, carter was a little bit out of practice with the whole wooing thing. it had been over a year since he had to really flirt with someone. and the whole situation with eme could barely be considered flirting. it was a streak of courage, a small question, and he had her going on a first date with him. that barely counted as flirting or wooing. so how he was supposed to make the first move on emery was beyond him. it was going to take a hell of a lot of courage, and he would have to rely on his natural awkwardness and adorability… or lack there of? ugh, this was going to be hell. like, seriously. he never felt so much pressure to get a girl in his entire life. if he went through all this hell with emeline and being responsible for the best friend break up of her and rory, and didn’t end up with emery, he was probably going to commit himself to a monastery. that was why he took this whole leap of faith. he knew… he just knew he and emery were meant to be together. she was worth the risk, he was sure of that. he had never been more sure of something in his entire life. there were very few people he would ever be willing to write a song for, or about. he wrote one for emeline months ago, telling her that she would never have to worry about him looking another way, or anything getting in the way of their relationship. of course, that was all before the mess with emery happened. ‘whoever she is’ was still a favorite of his to play, especially with the guys, since they helped him write it (and maverick was a way better singer than he would ever be; fish was made to play guitar, mav and fred were meant to sing, with asteria writing epic harmonies), but he felt like ‘endlessly’ was a hell of a better song. the plucking part he wrote was super pretty (said rory, ria and jem) and the melody was just as pretty. but it was the lyrics that always meant more. not once in his song for eme did he ever mentioned that he loved her. but at the end of every verse, carter admitted to loving emery. the song sort of summed up their entire relationship perfectly. at the end of the refrain, he reiterated what he felt so strongly- that for emery, he would wait. always. as much as fish hated singing, he sort of didn’t want to ask fred or mav to sing it. they just went through awful break ups, and it wasn’t like ria was going to go on singing about how much she loved a girl. no, that would be awkward. and being the only girl in the band, it wouldn’t be worth it to change all the she’s to he’s and the girl’s to guy’s. that would take too long. so it was up to fish to sing it, unless fred and mav decided to physically and mentally torture themselves. if that was what they wanted, then so be it. but he wouldn’t outright ask them to sing it. he would man up and sing it to emery. she deserved that much. he wrote it for her, so she would know how he felt about her. if all went according to plan, and emery was his girlfriend by the end of the night, then he would take her up to his dorm (or he would go back to hers, it didn’t matter, as long as there was a guitar involved) and play her the song… and hope to merlin or god or whatever, that she liked it.

when carter got to the kitchens, his heart started beating a million miles a minute as it was. there was a whole hell of a lot of anticipation riding on him right now. fred and mav both expected him to come back from this with a girlfriend. brax would probably be the first one to hear about it, simply because he was in ravenclaw and therefore the closest in range, by default. but things weren’t kept much of a secret among the band for long. by the next day, the lot of them would know all about what happened in the following moments. hopefully, it was good news to tell them, and he would spend the next few weeks writing sappy love songs and playing overly happy beatles songs until they got sick of him. that would be a good way to spend the next few weeks, no matter if they were all annoyed with him or not. hearing emery hiss in pain made fish flinch as well. when he reached her, he kissed two of his fingers and proceeded to lay them against her thigh, where he suspected the tea burned her. saira used to do the same thing for fish, jem and ria when they were all little, even if she was only a few years older than the twins. “hey, you alright, babe?” he asked, furrowing his eyes together. he was used to calling her babe, or something along those lines. that was just the way they were, but the nickname seemed to carry so much more weight this time around, for whatever reason. when she asked him to wait, carter’s mind immediately went back to the notebook sitting by his guitar upstairs. for you i’ll always wait was scribbled at least eight times on that one page. with a shake of his head and a sly smile, carter laughed to himself. “for you? always.” he said, the slyness in his smile fading until it was nothing more than a simple grin. before fish could get a smart ass remark to her statement, he was pulled forward by her legs and closer to her. there wasn’t a fiber in him that wasn’t on fire at that point. her next motion not only shocked him, but made him happier than he had been in weeks. she was kissing him, and all he could do was kiss back. he rested his hand on the side of her neck and pulled away for a second or two, tilting their foreheads together. “well, that kind of makes this question irrelevant… but. emery thruston, would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked, smiling.

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tagged: emery thruston
words: 1678
lyrics: mr. right - a rocket to the moon
notes: lub dem. ps. endlessly
credit: made it m'self. picture to caution.

[emery j. thruston]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

emery's mind had toyed with the idea of the pair getting together often. it was hard to watch the man you were madly in love with get with other girls, and look at them the way she wished he would look at her. however, emery didn't exactly have all the time in the world to harp over carter, as bad as it may sound. she was incredibly busy with quidditch and school work and everything...and not only that, but she wasn't really the type of girl to get hung up over any guy. emery had never wanted to be weakened by love, and therefore tried (and obviously failed) to guard her heart against letting a guy in. emery had seen the way her friends' relationships had fallen apart, seen the temptation for her father to sleep around even after marrying her mother...why fall in love? what absolute good did it do for anyone? with a heavy note of disgust, emery settled into the idea that it didn't help anyone, but rather resulted in more heartache for the participating parties.

and yet, the idea of actually being with him played at the edges of her mind almost constantly. it sent a thrill through her stomach, caused her to blush the same scarlet red as her hair. to believe that she was actually day dreaming about carter this much...it made emery feel vulnerable and foolish, to be quite honest. emery had obviously heard the songs carter had written for emeline, and knew just how flimsy words could be. in the song, carter had told emeline she never had anything to worry about when it came to their relationship. the song had sounded so...powerful, convincing. and, even though emery was jealous as hell, she found herself swooning for emeline in the same sense that every woman feels about a heroine in a romance film. if they tried dating, and carter broke her heart, emery didn't think she could handle it. and not only that, but it would be incredibly selfish for the pair of them to risk the dynamic of their group. their little family, their home, the one constant when the rest of the world seemed cold and unwelcoming.

what if, though? what if they did get together...and realized how in love they were? emery knew that they would work, she just knew it. they could survive the rest of seventh year and manage to fit in the real world with their relationship. emery didn't have any nagging suspicions or doubts when she really sat down to think about it. they could very well get married and have gorgeous children, and have their children play with their friends' children and continue the generations of weird sisters spawn. emery had never thought about settling down at all, to be quite frank, but the idea of spending the rest of her life with carter seemed perfect. how could they get there, though? from this awkward friends with sexual tension to an actual real, functioning relationship? this kiss. emery knew that as soon as she pulled away, everything would be different. but none of that mattered, all that mattered in the world was the sweet taste of his lips and the feeling of his stubble against her cheek and neck.

"my heart is beating so fast right now," she purred into his neck right as the kiss broke off. emery felt slightly panicked as the kiss winded down, oxygen returning to her brain and the room finally ceasing spinning around her. what if he was repulsed by her, what if he had only really come down to talk about a class or discuss more girl issues of his? emery immediately relaxed, however, when she felt his arms wrap around her and the feeling of their foreheads meeting. he was not pushing her away but, no, was he actually pulling her closer? a thrill rushed through her, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist. "i...really, carter?" as soon as she heard his question she froze, feeling lighter than she had ever felt in her entire life. "yes, baby. yes." she pressed their lips together again, kissing him with the ferocious passion that she had pent up all of these years.

emery was still reluctant to pull away from the kiss, but remembered something about oxygen and finally released her grip on him. it felt good to be in his arms and not worry about whether they were taking it too far, or if she had broken the friendship barrier. oh hell, that barrier had been broken the second emery's legs had wrapped their way around carter's waist. she ran her finger tips over his jawline, drinking him in with a new outlook. had he always been this handsome, had she always imagined his guitar-calloused fingers running their way down her neck, chest, lower, lower...lower? she shivered, hoping to blame the goosebumps rising on all visible areas of her flesh on the coldness of the dungeon. "i thought you'd never ask." she admitted with a rosy flush, kissing the tip of his nose ever so delicately. "why now?"

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: CARTER
words: 858
outfit: CLICK
notes: OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0[/size]

[carter n. crumb]

*---- maybe i'm your mr. right, baby

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goldfish never saw his life turning out like this. he never imagined himself a ravenclaw, for one thing, and he never imagined himself in love with a slytherin. sure, he was never quite… prejudice when it came to houses. he knew that not all ravenclaws were nerds. he was the prime example. not all gryffindors were headstrong and manwhores… just most of them were. hufflepuffs weren’t fluffballs like he thought they were. most of them actually had a backbone. and not all slytherins, like emery, for example, were bitches and jackasses like he thought they were. emery could have her bitch moments, and by this point, fish was used to it. she could be closed off and cold, but he didn’t mind. everyone had their issues, and it wasn’t like he was perfect either. but seriously. if someone told him, when he was like, eleven years old, that he was going to end up in the kitchen of the school, kissing emery thruston, he would laugh at them. em had always been his best friend. they grew up together, for crying out loud. they were always like brother and sister. they understood the whole twin thing, since they were both half a set of twin. lumpy (aka her brother columbus) was a nut in his own right, and he ended up in gryffindor. his twin was at least in the same house as she was. emery was always just another jem with red hair. a sister. one of the gang. but to see her as anything else was foreign to him. it would be like seeing asteria in a different light. they were family and nothing more. even when he started seeing emery as more than just his best friend, he couldn’t have imagined things like this. emery was a slytherin. she was out of bounds territory or something silly like that. his eleven year old self would’ve kicked him at this point. plus, it was decided from the time he was nine that he was going to marry maverick’s sister. mav was going to marry roxy, and fred would marry… well, that was undetermined. maybe jem, or at least someone in the weird sister group. that way they would all be related in one way or another. it was something silly they call came up with when they were like… ten. emery was out of the question of course. she was one of the guys, but she could always marry braxton or something like that. but as time went on and as fish got older, the idea wasn’t so… funny to him. emery was gorgeous in every way possible.

she wasn’t conventionally beautiful like emeline was. eme was pretty by every definition. she was textbook pretty. emery… well, she was unique, and special, and that was what made her prettier than emeline in fish’s book. as pretty as eme’s dark hair was, there was something so fun about emery’s flaming red hair. it wasn’t a color you saw on most people, weasley’s included. it was the fact that emery wasn’t model/text book pretty that made fish want her so much, even when he was dating emeline. he had conventional gorgeous, but it wasn’t working for him, obviously. he needed emery. she was just… the missing guitar string to his previously unfinished guitar. yes, that was the best metaphor he could come up with when it came to this. puzzle pieces were too generic of a metaphor. naw, em wasn’t a piece of a puzzle. she already fit into his life. she always had. but she was like… the d string of his guitar. he couldn’t play without it. he could manage without a high e or something like that (well, at least for a while), but he needed that damn d string. she just needed to replace the old one that wasn’t working. and now the guitar that was his life was complete, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t need to restring it anytime soon, as corny as it sounded. it wasn’t just emery’s lack of normality (and therefore boringness) that caught carter. it was… well, he was pretty sure it was everything. she was just perfect for him in almost every way. the fact that they were best friends helped things, and the fact that they were practically the same person in drag was pretty helpful. sometimes it was opposites that attracted, but not in this case. simply put, though she may not be anyone’s idea of perfect by society’s eyes, she was definitely good for carter. he hated that the world would never see her as textbook pretty, or textbook… anything. he hated that he wasn’t even textbook handsome. they were both too quirky for their own good. but that was what made them good together. there was a very large part of him that wished things had happened sooner, and yet another that was happy it was now rather than earlier. this was a big year for him as far as maturing went. this was just a big year in general. he’d never had to break anyone’s heart before. he never wanted to in the first place. eme was his first like… serious relationship, and to have to end it was pretty hard on him. he wasn’t good at being mean, or hurting people’s feelings. he was too in tune with what other people felt (well, at least most of the time). he wasn’t the kind of guy who was used to breaking up with people. he’d done it all of twice in his life. once was when he was fourteen and it didn’t matter, and then once with the girl he was with before emeline. she didn’t quite mean that much to him. she was whiny and clingy, and he had no true interest in her. he wasn’t maverick, who could look a girl as sweet as hadley mulciber in the face and tell her it just wasn’t working. he was bad at this. he was honestly still sore over hurting emeline, even if she was a royal bitch to him.

hopefully, he wouldn’t have to do it again. if all went well, carter didn’t really see breaking up with emery anywhere in the near future. she was way too awesome. and even if things did end up not working out, they wouldn’t have a bad breakup. he didn’t see it happening that way. they were too good of friends. and with the way things were going, it didn’t look like anything bad was going to be happening. things were going way too well. she was kissing him back, and she seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was. he absently thought about the fact that it had been a day or two since he shaved. damn it. what if she didn’t like stubble? maverick always used the words ‘ruggedly handsome’, but what if he was too rugged? damn. but that left his thoughts when they pulled away from each other. “yeah… mine too.” he said, smiling. he placed a few tiny kisses on her neck. “yes, you muppet. really.” he said, still pretty breathless. he felt lightheaded in the seconds that followed his question, but the moment her lips were back on his, any doubts he had about her were gone. he was sure of one thing at the moment; he loved emery thruston with everything in him. even when she broke off the kiss again, he kept his lips on her in one way or another. his lips traced down his jaw and to her neck, a smile firmly in place. his breath caught as her fingertips ran over his jaw, and it took him a few moments to be able to answer her question. “it was about time i stopped dating all the wrong girls.” he said, shrugging. “i could go on about nonsense with eme, or how much i thought about you… but i’m not sure we have enough time.” he said, laughing slightly. “so… instead, i think i’ll kiss you.” he leaned in and kissed her quickly, pulling away only so he could smile at her.

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tagged: emery thruston
words: 1359
lyrics: mr. right - a rocket to the moon
notes: ramble ramble, late, adorable <3
credit: made it m'self. picture to caution.

[emery j. thruston]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

emery had always thought that relationships were more messy than they were fun. people always ended up getting hurt, as she had seen in the one relationship she had ever had. it was always best to admire from afar. besides, relationships were just basis for marriage and...ugh, emery could hardly picture herself with the two point five kids, a white picket fence, the works. god forbid. i mean, you couldn't really expect otherwise, growing up with a rock star for a parent. and yet, when emery thought about what the future might hold for carter and her...she didn't get scared or anxious. on the contrary, she was rather at peace by the idea of him in her future, and not just as friend, but as someone that she would have a real, true relationship with.

on the contrary to carter's worrying, emery absolutely loved his stubble. not that she truly had a preference of facial hair, just no lumber jack beards. she reveled in the feeling of his skin against hers, and the stubble only created just a little extra friction that sent waves of happiness through her tummy. an involuntary blush struck her usually rather pale features...damn being a ginger! "hey, i'm not a muppet, you are," she playfully poked his chest, squeezing him tighter, as though if she didn't hold on to him tight enough, he might float away. her dream boy, finally hers, in her arms. emery's body tensed at the mention of emeline, his ex. in all honesty, she wished she could forget the girl entirely. just seeing her face made her skin crawl, and even when fish wasn't thinking of her fondly, em was still on his mind, and emery hated it.

a shy smile crept onto emery's lips. "well, who says i'm the right girl?" although she was joking, a new wave of panic spread through her. it was partially true, anyway. what would happen if they dated for a few weeks, and he became sick of her, or vice versa? it was possible. they were, after all, only teenagers. they could hardly be expected to find their "soul mate" at sixteen and seventeen. but, emery quickly pushed the idea away. besides, they had known each other for practically their whole lives, if not their entire lives. sure, emery got annoyed with fish, as she probably annoyed him from time to time. but she never, ever would get sick of him. he was her other half, the funny punch line to her stupid joke, the macaroni for her cheese, and all of those other silly cliches.

emery ran her finger tips over his stubbly jaw, leaving a kiss in her fingers' wake. "well, you have me. and if i have it my way, i'm not going anywhere anytime soon," she happily returned his kisses, melting into his embrace. boyfriend. he was her boyfriend. she could have jumped off of the counter and start dancing around the kitchen, no matter how uncharacteristic of her it would be. when was the last time she had truly felt this happy, ever, really? "well, fish," she broke away from the kiss after a few minutes, though she would have loved nothing more than to pin him to the counter top and kiss him more and more and more. "since we're already out, what if we sneak somewhere? i want to go on an adventure with you."

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: CARTER
words: TOO LAZY TO CHECK C:0
outfit: CLICK
notes: ILY AND THEM AND HOW YOU STILL LOVE ME AFTER ALL MY SUCKY POSTS
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0[/size]