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interesting roommate pt 3

a/n: this is low key getting kinda hard to write so here's another installation of my favorite miniseries to write!

You're sitting in your room watching Star Trek with Paul, laughing at how dramatic 60's acting is. Dr. McCoy does his regular "damnit, Jim!" bit as Jim walks by your room in the hallway, then stops in his tracks and pokes his head into your room.

"Wait, pause that," he requests. Paul picks up the remote and pauses the show, then Jim looks at the TV as it clicks for him. 

"You say 'damnit, Jim' to me all the time and it's a fucking Star Trek reference?" Jim looks at you. 

"You just now figured that out?" you ask. "You always played along with it, I thought you knew what it was from."

"Of course I didn't know it was from Star Trek, I'm not a fucking nerd."

"Hey, hush. Normal people can like Star Trek, too," you defend.

"Please," Jim scoffs, and Paul nods in agreement.

"Oh, fuck you both," you roll your eyes. 

"Yes, please," Paul grins. 

"Oh my god," you pinch the bridge of your nose.

...

Sid, high off his ass, happily crawls into your lap in the living room. He slowly plays with your hair and hums to himself as you mostly ignore him and keep watching TV. 

"Y/n?" the DJ asks, and you look down at him. "You're so pretty."

"Aw, thank you," you give Sid a smile. 

"Could I honk your boob and use that as our regular greeting?"

"There it is," you nod. "No, I don't think I'd like that."

"But you're my hostage," Sid whines.

"Womp womp," you keep watching Law and Order, not really paying attention to Sid.

"I wanna honk your boooooob," he keeps going.

"Mh-hm, I can truly empathize with your struggle."

Sid groans, then goes silent for a moment, still playing with the ends of your hair. Then, he reaches up, honks your boob, and rushes to get up. However, Sid forgot that he is high and iron deficient, and as soon as he gets on his feet, he trips on the coffee table and falls right over.

It's truly poetry in motion. 

After laughing for a few moments, you're finally able to say "I'm not saying you deserved it, but God's timing is always right, isn't it?"

...

"Corey?" you hum, a little drunk.

"What's up?" he looks up from his guitar. 

"If I was an alien, would you let me implant my eggs into you? Because I know Paul would, and if you're not willing to do that, I think you need to step up."

"What the fuck?"

"It's a real question, and I think your answer would be very telling about the nature of our relationship," you continue, with absolute seriousness.

"Did you get into Sid's stash?"

"I need to know if you would endure a chestburster for me."

"Are you drunk?"

"A little bit," you nod. 

"I think it's more than a little bit," Corey replies.

"Who are you to say? You didn't see me drink."

"But you smell like Aldi wine."

"It's the nectar of the gods," you nod.

"Sweetheart, no it's not," Corey cups your face with one hand. 

"You never answered my original question, Corey."

The singer sighs. "If you were a xenomorph queen, I would let you take over my ship and put your eggs wherever you wanted to."

"Yay!" you smile and give Corey a hug.

You release him after a few seconds, then tell him, "I'm gonna go projectile vomit now."

"Good idea. I'll bring you some aspirin," Corey pats your shoulder.

...

You're absentmindedly braiding your hair in front of a mirror in the hallway when Joey passes by. 

"Whoa, that's so cool. How do you do that?" the drummer reaches up and grazes his fingers over an intricate dutch braid with a smaller braid within it as you replicate the style on the other side of your hair. 

You chuckle. "Honestly, I don't really know. I learned how to do braids when I was so young, and it's just second nature. It's nice that my hair is finally long enough for me to braid it like this again."

"Could you do it on me sometime? I think my hair's about the same length as yours."

"Yeah, sure. Find some hair ties and a brush and I can do yours when I'm done," you smile. Joey beams and immediately runs to the nearest bathroom to get what you asked. 

A few minutes later, you're finished with your hair and make your way to the couch, where Joey is vibrating with excitement. 

"Where do you need me to sit? Do you need me to sit on the floor?" he asks.

"No, no, I can stand and do it. Just sit normally," you request, letting him adjust as you move behind the couch. "Okay, what kind of braids do you want?"

"I really like what you have."

"It's called a Dutch braid. Do you want one on each side, or a big one in the middle?" you start brushing out Joey's hair. 

"I think I want one in the middle. Someone I used to play in a band with used to do this one braid just in the middle of his head and leave the rest of the hair loose, if you know what I mean."

You think for a second. "Oh, yeah, I can do that."

"Thank you!" Joey's smile is audible. 

You get to work, still brushing out his hair before sectioning out the bit you want to braid. You start doing a small Dutch braid down the center of his head. The main thing doesn't take that long, but Joey seems to be enjoying it, so you take a few smaller chunks of hair down the side and make small, long braids. The drummer reaches up as you're making a small braid to feel what you've done. 

"Ooh, I like it," he comments. 

"You've not even seen it yet," you raise an eyebrow. 

"It still feels cool, and I'm sure it looks badass."

"Alright, just give me like one more minute to finish this last braid and then you can look at it."

"Yeah!"

Joey impatiently waits the last minute for you to finish tying off the braid, then he hurries off to the bathroom to see his hair. 

"Holy shit, this looks awesome!" he exclaims. "Thank you!"

You smile as you lean against the bathroom threshold. "You're welcome. Your hair is nice to braid."

Joey grins as he kisses you and pulls you in for a hug. 

...

hiiiii!!! 

i'm getting my bass soon!

thank you so much for reading <3