#but if the pet shop hires me the people there seem like they all wanna be buddies :] so that will help Immensly

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BBBBB

#i am lonelyyyy. sad me. #not always like. i have jordan he makes me so happy. but he is 1 person yknow #i have tried to reconnect with a lotta my friends from home but none of them rlly want to. #or they live far away now #i think getting a job will help 👍 i'll be working in the warehouse soon but that place there wont be a lotta talking i think. yknow #but if the pet shop hires me the people there seem like they all wanna be buddies :] so that will help Immensly #yea i just need to get out of the house more n talk to people. i'll be alright. just sucks for now #ACH and when i start school i want to make an actual effort to befriend some classmates #because i never did that the first time i went to college n i think that contributed to The Misery.

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And They Were Roommates - One Shot

a/n: I’ve had this idea for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come together. I love friends to lovers fics, they make my stomach twist in the best possible way, so I hope you all enjoy these two! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread)

Warnings: two idiots refusing to just get together until they do, SMUT, mentions of Only Fans (which I truthfully know nothing about, but I wanted to make things saucy)

Words: 11.3K

“We just need to be quiet in case my roommate’s home.” You say to your date, Jeremy, as you key into your flat. He nods with a grin as you enter.

“Hey, lovie, how was the-“ Harry smirks when he sees you come in with your date. “I see it went well, never mind.”

You roll your eyes at him. He was sitting on the couch in some sweat pants, and that was it, watching some romantic comedy.

“Harry, this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is my roommate Harry.”

“I’m her best friend too, but I can see she clearly hasn’t brought me up all night. M’a little offended, pet.”

“Okay, well, I’ll try to be more courteous.” You shake your head at him, and tug Jeremy along to your bedroom. “Sorry about him. He usually goes out on Friday nights, but lately he’s been staying in more.”

“You…you live with that guy?”

“Sure.” You shrug and then wrap your arms around his neck. “We’ve been friends for years, and we’re in the same grad program, so it just made sense to split a flat.”

“Listen…uh, I was excited that you invited me up, but I can’t fuck you with that guy sitting out there.”

“What?” You frown and step back. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll just think you’re thinking of him the whole time. He’s…like…perfect! I can’t compete with that.”

“Jeremy, you’re being silly, just clear your head, we can-“

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Jeremy opens your door and leaves you standing in your room. You were in shock. Jeremy walks quickly back out into the main area, and sees Harry still sitting and watching his movie.

“Oi, that was quick, mate. Hope you left my girl satisfied.” Harry grins at a disgruntled Jeremy, and he leaves.

“You know it’s comments like that…” You sniffle as you stand there in your pretty dress and heels. “That make guys just up and leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He took one look at you sitting there like that and ran off!”

“So, I can’t even sit in the comfort of my own living room without some douche feeling emasculated? Are you sure you want someone like that fucking you, Y/N?”

“I just wanted to hook up! Christ, now I have to go take care of it myself.” You groan.

“Well, when you’re done, come join me. We can watch My Best Friend’s Wedding.” He leans forward and smiles. “You look really nice tonight, I’m sorry he was an idiot.”

“Thanks.” You wipe your finger under your nose. “Would you make some popcorn or something?”

“On it.”

Alright, some explanation is probably needed here. See, you and Harry met your sophomore year of uni, no, not drunk at some party, in class, actually. You both were education majors, so you ended up having a lot of classes together once you really dove into your major courses. You got paired up on a project together, and there was no separation between the two of you after that.

Normally, Harry wouldn’t have been the type of guy you’d be friends with. To be honest, he dressed like a douchebag when you first met him. You wondered why he’d want to be a teacher. He had floppy curls, wore a snapback with every outfit, and you didn’t think he owned a pair of jeans that didn’t have any rips in them. Although, you did enjoy his Chelsea boots, his sweaters, and his nail polish and rings.

You were innocent, and sort of preppy while he was loud mouthed and scruffy. Your friend groups never merged, but your best friend knew about your friendship with Harry. She’d constantly poke fun and say you had a crush on him. You didn’t. Harry was hot as fuck, anyone with eyes could see that, but you weren’t into him in that way. That was one of the reasons he liked hanging out with you so much. Most girls that tried to be his friend were just trying to fuck, and that could be fun, but sometimes he genuinely wanted to meet up for coffee and have a conversation without it leading to screwing on an extra-long twin bed.

Harry’s friends knew you well. As the years went on, you’d often be the one he’d bring back to his place drunk. You started off by sleeping on the floor, and then one night you realized you both adults and could sleep in the same bed. His friends would give him an equally tough time about you. Sometimes you’d come over and wait in his room for him while he was out with another girl. To some that may have been weird, but nothing was better than drunk platonic cuddles.

There was one night, your senior year, you had woken up with him spooning you. In all the nights spent together, you two never fell asleep or woke up like that. You didn’t shift when you felt his morning wood poking you. His arm was draped loosely over you. You almost wanted to see if he’d make a move, so you pretended to stay asleep a little longer. His hand had slid to your hip and squeezed it, but that was the extent of the interaction. He rolled onto his back, and you did the same. You looked up at him and started giggling.

“It’s not funny.” He groaned, putting his forearm over his eyes.

“Didn’t know I did it for you, Har.” You poked the dimple forming on his face as he smiled.

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, happens to every guy in the morning.” He peered down at you and you rolled your eyes.

You had never spoken about it afterwards. You didn’t want to embarrass him. When you both talked about grad school, and got into the same university, he asked you to be his flat-mate.

“You don’t wanna live with Niall and Louis anymore?”

“They’re getting real jobs, they won’t wanna listen to me complain about school. I’ve found a great two bedroom place. I think it could be fun for us. Dontcha wanna live with me, baby?” He pouted at you and you nudged his shoulder and laughed.

“Christ, I hate it when you start getting all beggy. Alright, we can live together.”

He took you in his arms and hugged you. You were both extremely excited. Sometimes it seemed like you and Harry knew everything about each other, but that was not the case. After you moved in and got settled, it was time you revealed something to him. You called him into your bedroom to talk.

“Is everything okay? You’re not having doubts, are you?”

“No! Not at all, I’m glad we’re doing this. I feel safe with you here, and I’m glad we still have classes together. I…I just need to tell you something. Um, I don’t know what you do to...like, when you’re alone, I don’t know what you use, but I know things can pop up geographically, so I just wanted to warn you.” You bit your bottom lip, and turned your laptop around to show him your Only Fans page. His eyes widened, and then he shook his head.

“This is a joke, right? You made a fake website.”

“It’s not fake…” You muttered. “I don’t do lives, I don’t get naked, and I don’t show my face.”

“Then what do you do?”

“I was a dance minor, as you may recall.” He nodded yes at you. “So I make little strip tease videos and blur my face. Sometimes I take lingerie photos too. It’s a wonder what people will pay for.”

“How’d you get into this?” There was no judgement in his voice, he was genuinely curious.

“It started as a joke between Jenna and I, but then we started making money, and it’s enough that I can pay all my bills and live comfortably. I’ve already paid off one of my student loans thanks to this. I don’t even know if you use Only Fans, but I knew you’d probably recognize me or something if you stumbled across it so…I just wanted to warn you.”

“You know…the coffee shop I work at is hiring if you don’t feel like doing this kind of stuff.” He smirked.

“I actually don’t mind it. I essentially work for myself.”

“So you don’t sit in front of your camera and get yourself off with little bunny ears on?”

“No.” You laughed. “Just videos of me dancing in some intricate lighting, and saucy photos.”

“Can I see?”

“What?!”

“Not one of the videos, show me some pictures.”

“Harry…”

“Come on. I’ve seen you dressed to the nines before, but I’m having trouble believing you would take any provocative photos.”

“Fine.” You clicked through the various photos, and find a mostly decent one. “Here, you can look at this one.”

His eyes widen again as he scans it over. You could only see your face from the lips down. You had a lollypop pressed to them, and some of the juice from it was dripping down your chin. You were laying on your bed in a pink lace bodysuit, and if he squinted he could probably see your nipples, but he chose against it. Your legs were up against the headboard, crossed at the ankle.

“Well?” You asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s very tasteful.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for telling me…I…I  mean I definitely look at porn sometimes, so…uh…definitely wouldn’t have wanted to accidentally wanked it to you.”

“I doubt you would have even stayed on my page for long. You probably like to watch the really freaky shit.” You grinned and closed your laptop.

“I don’t know, there’s something sort of sexy about someone looking so innocent.”

“And that’s exactly what my viewers seem to say in the comments.”

Harry never brought up your page after that. You didn’t make him promise not to go searching for it, you just figured he wouldn’t. With all that aside, your living situation was working out perfectly. Sometimes Harry would bring home the day old muffins or bagels from the coffee shop, and you both had all the free coffee you could drink.

When you first moved in he was like his old self. He went out on dates almost every weekend. Normally he wouldn’t bring someone back, but once in a while he would. You never minded, you’d bring people back too, but you started to notice a pattern. Most guys either would have a tough time fucking you if he was home, or would end up leaving the way Jeremy did. You weren’t sure why they felt so threatened by Harry.

You supposed Jeremy could have been taken aback by seeing Harry shirtless. He was muscular, but not quite skinny. Buff in a way. He could hurt someone if he really wanted to. Once you’ve changed into some comfy pj’s, you plop down on the couch with Harry, and dive into the bowl of popcorn he made so you could watch your movie.

“So, I take it you’re not gonna take care of things yourself?”

“I’m too annoyed now.” You sigh. “It’s fine. I’ll try my luck with some random when we go out tomorrow night.”

“Good idea.” He throws his arm around you, and you both settle as the opening credits start.

//

Harry had to be up early for his shift at the coffee shop. After getting some schoolwork done, you took the opportunity to get some other work done. You had to be dressed for the club tonight anyways, so you got dolled up, and took some new photos for your page. You always got comments about your lips, so you’d use blow-pops to kiss against, or to rub against. You got some really great shots in, and got dressed in your regular clothes before Harry got home.

“Got your evening makeup on already? It’ll be hours before we leave, love.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re not the only one that worked today.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“You know, if I didn’t have all my tattoos I could be doing the same thing you’re doing.”

“Plenty of people with tattoos have pages.”

“The last thing I need is to start working at some school, and have a parent recognize me for the wrong reasons.”

“True.” You nod and go into the fridge. “I’m gonna make some stirfry, are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” He shrugs. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Alright.”

You didn’t necessarily mind that you’re dating life was a little tricky. You had all the domesticity you could need with Harry, however, you were certainly hoping to meet someone tonight at the club. You just wanted to have a meaningless hookup.

After dinner, and having a couple of drinks at home, you and Harry meet up with Niall and Louis at the club. Louis and Harry were laughing over something, so you decide to pay Niall a little attention. You always thought he was cute and funny. He was always nice to you too, as was Louis.

“How are things with your classes?” He asks. “Sort of wish I was doing the grad school thing.”

“Oh, but your job is so cool! Data analysis is riveting.” You giggle against the rim of your drink and he shakes his head. “Classes are good. I’m more so just excited to start teaching, but I have a while for that yet. Practicum last year was such a tease.”

“I bet you’d be a fun teacher, you’d certainly have no problem keeping my attention.” He slings one of his arms around the back of the booth you were sitting in and he inches closer. You smile at him and take a sip of your drink.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You put your hand on his shoulder and twirl the material of his shirt around your finger.

“Your voice for one thing. It’s smooth, soothing. Your smile is sweet, so that helps too.”

You blush a little from his compliments, and finish your drink.

“Need another, babe?” Harry asks, breaking you and Niall from your little chat.

“I can get it.” Niall says. “Vodka tonic?”

“Please.” You smile and watch him go up to the bar. Louis and Harry look at you. “What?”

“Are you trying to fuck Niall?” Louis asks.

“Of course she’s no-“ Harry says, but he’s cut off by you.

“So what if I am?” She scoffs. “It’s safer than trying to get some guy I don’t know, right?”

“If that’s the case, why not just fuck Harry?” Louis smirks.

Harry death glares Louis as your face scrunches.

“It’s a little cliché, isn’t it?” You say. “Fucking your roommate and best friend? I’ll pass. That’s a load of drama we don’t need.”

“So, what you’re saying is, if Harry wasn’t your roommate or your best friend, you’d fuck him?”

“Hmm…” You tap your chin playfully and look Harry up and down. Before you can answer, Niall returns with your drink, and another round for the guys. “Thank you.” You say to him, and he sits down closely next to you.

“You wouldn’t wanna dance, would you?” Niall asks you.

“I’d love to!”

You both get up and make your way over to the dancefloor. Harry sulks while he plays with the straw in his drink.

“What are you all mopey for, huh?” Louis asks him.

“I don’t really like the idea of them hooking up. Could change the dynamic of things for all of us.”

“Instead of worrying about that, why don’t we try to go meet some ladies of our own, hm?” Louis smiles at Harry, and Harry nods in agreement.

You were having a lot of fun dancing with Niall, and his laugh was infectious tonight. You told him you needed to use the ladies room, and when you came back he was acting like a completely different person.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him over the blaring music.

“No! I just…” He looks over at Harry and Louis and then back to you. “We really shouldn’t be messing around like this.”

“We were just dancing.”

“But it was going to lead to something more, no?”

“Did you want it to?”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my friend, and…I wouldn’t want to make anything weird between us.”

“So…you don’t wanna go into the single stall bathroom and have me suck you off?” You bat your lashes at him and his eyes widen.

“Shit.” He says under his breath. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist, and leads you through the crowd of people. You both go into the bathroom without a single thought and lock the door. You could hear the music faintly as you looked at each other.

“You seemed pretty sure of things before.” You say to him.

“I…I wigged out for a second. I really want this.”

You smile and step forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands go to your hips, and he squeezes you. He tasted like the tequila he had been drinking, and you smile against him. You kiss across his jaw, and to his neck while your hands work to undo his belt.

“You’re okay with this?” You ask him.

“Yeah, go for it. Would it be easier if I sat up on the counter?”

“No, I don’t mind getting on my knees, thanks.” You smirk at him and sink down, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard dick to spring out. You look up at him, impressed.

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Sorry.” You chuckle. “Good for you, though, honestly.”

You kiss his tip and he jerks slightly towards you. You wrap your lips around him, and suck on him. His hands move your hair back, and you close your eyes as you work him over. You pump what you can’t fit, or what you don’t feel like fitting, and you hear him panting. This is all you wanted, you just wanted to make someone feel good.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He warns you, and you give his thigh a squeeze to let him know it’s okay.

He comes into your mouth, and you swallow it to not make a mess. He helps you stand up, and then you help him zip his pants. After rinsing your mouth out he grabs you and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed as he sucks on your bottom lip.

“Would you finger me?” You ask him just above a whisper against your lips.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

//

Louis was off making out with some girl while Harry was at the bar, brooding. You and Niall come back from the bathroom with flushed cheeks. Harry looks at you, and then looks at Niall. Niall just rubs the back of his neck and looks away.

“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Harry asks her.

“Um…I was hoping to have another drink, but if you wanna leave we can.”

“I’d like to, yeah.”

You both say goodnight to Niall, and head out. He doesn’t say anything to in the back of the cab, and he’s quiet as you both go inside your flat. He fills two glasses of water and hands one to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Why’d you have to fuck my friend? Of all the guys in there, it had to be Niall?”

“I’m going to bed, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You start to walk away from him.

“So if I took Rachel into the bathroom at club and fucked her, you’d be fine with it?”

“Rachel’s a lesbian, so that’s a moot point.”

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“I wouldn’t care, Harry. Also, you make it seem like Niall isn’t my friend, when he is. And not that it’s any of your business, but we didn’t do more than diddle each other. I sucked him off, and then I let him finger me, that was it.”

“You know, if you just needed to get off, I’m sure your own hand would have sufficed.” He huffs.

“Sometimes you just wanna feel someone else’s hand.” You say quietly.

“So Niall’s a good enough friend to diddle you, but I’m not? I’m extremely offended.”

“Harry…I don’t have to see Niall every day. It would get weird between us, and you know it.”

“I’m just saying, if you needed some help-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go put yourself to bed, I’m gonna go wash up.”

“I’m assuming no cuddles tonight then?”

“You’ve assumed correctly, goodnight.”

Harry emerges from his room around ten the next morning, thankful he had the day off from work. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, coffee cup in hand while reading one of your textbooks. He sees you’ve made coffee, and he pours himself a cup.

“Morning.” He yawns as he sits next to you.

“Morning.” You say without looking at him.

“Are you mad at me for some reason? Usually you come to my room after we’ve been out like that, and you didn’t…”

“Harry, do you seriously not remember what happened last night?” He shakes his head no at you. “It just wasn’t a good night for drunk cuddles, okay? Can we leave it at that?”

“Alright.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you feel like going to the campus library with me in a bit? I’ve got a paper to work on, and a change of scenery would do be some good.”

“Sure! I have some mock lesson plans I need to work on so that sounds good.”

He watches you get up and go into your room so you can get ready. He sighs to himself, feeling bad for lying to you. He takes his phone out to text Niall.

Harry: I’m sorry about last night…I know I can’t control what you do and who you do it with, and clearly what I said to you didn’t matter anyways

Niall: I was going to listen…but she really wanted it, mate, I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything serious, just two friends helping each other out, alright?

Harry: alright

Niall: are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?

Harry: I just don’t think it’s smart for our little circle to comingle like that, that’s all

Niall: whatever you say

“Harry, go get dressed, the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and watch a movie.”

“Right.” He says with a smile and gets up.

//

Harry fucked up one night. He didn’t feel like trolling on Tinder for a lay, so he found himself on Only Fans. There were a couple of pages he was subscribed to, but they just weren’t doing it for him tonight. He wanted something a little different, so, against his better judgement…he went to your page. Sometimes he’d check it out just to make sure no one was leaving you any sick comments, he never really went there to ogle you. But because you didn’t use your face, he could use his imagination a little bit. He puts his headphones in, and clicks on one of your free videos.

He smiles when he hears one of your favorite songs playing in the background. You were a skilled video editor, hoping to teach that media arts. The video fades in, and there you are, completely clothed. You start dancing, it wasn’t over sexy, but you had a way about taking your clothes off. You were doing a chair dance, one of your specialties. The video ends with you just about to take your shirt off, and then it fades out with a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, she’s good.” He says to himself.

Leaving people wanting more was certainly key on this site. He sighs, and clicks through a couple of the other free things you had on your page, and then eventually he pays to subscribe. You’d never know it was him, it’s not like he used his real name. He was more curious than anything to see what else you could have on there. He clicks through some of your photos. His jaw drops when he sees you licking a lollypop.

There’s a knock on his door, and he nearly throws his laptop across the room. He exits out of his all his tabs and closes his laptop.

“Come in!”

“Hey.” You say, leaning against the door frame.

“What’s up?” He was sweating. Had you seen that you had a new subscriber? Had you somehow figured out it was him?

“I have cramps, can I come lay with you?”

“Oh.” He sighs with relief. “Sure.” He makes some room for you on his bed, and climb on, laying on your stomach.

“What were you up to?”

“Looking for some porn to watch, to be honest with you.” He chuckles as he rubs at your lower back.

“Oh, Christ.” You laugh and nudge his leg. “You didn’t need to let me in.”

“It’s alright, you’re more interesting anyways. How was your day? Feel like I barely saw you?”

“It was good. I had a lot of work to get done so I was at the library, and then I met up with Rach for dinner.”

“How’s she?”

“Good. She’s finally starting to make some friends at work.” You sit up and move to sit on your bum. “I have a cheeky idea. Let’s find a really bad porn to watch.”

“Together?”

“Yeah! We could find a cheesy one from the seventies or something, stuff our faces with ice cream and have a good laugh.”

“I’ll go get the ice cream, you find one to watch.” He slides his laptop over to you, and gets up.

You knew his password, so you enter it in. You open up his browser, and go on incognito mode. He comes back shortly with a gallon of ice cream and two spoons.

“Okay, I think I’ve found one. Major bush on this woman, and the guy.”

“Incredible.” He laughs and hands you a spoon. “Let’s see how they did it back then. Who knows, I may learn something new.”

“God, porn back then was only made for men.” You scoff, and take a bite of the ice cream. “I mean, these women just lay there and take it! What’s the fun in that?”

“I know, I like it when the girl’s a little more involved instead of just starfishing.”

“I’m all for a guy being on top, but you really shouldn’t just lay there. There’s still plenty a girl can do. Although, I have to say, when I’m not super into it, I just lay there until the guy comes.”

“Why not just speak up and tell him to do something else?”

“At that point there’s no coming back. Besides, you know how fragile the male ego is.” You smirk at him.

“True…although, I think it’s really hot when a girl is vocal in the bedroom. If she’s telling me how she likes it then I know she knows her body, and that image alone is so satisfying.” He takes a slow bite of the ice cream to watch your face.

“It doesn’t get frustrating?”

“Not for me.” He shrugs. “I mean, I’m usually able to figure it out without much help, but I always make sure to ask if it feels good.”

“What a gentleman.” You poke his cheek and he swats it away. “I like it when a guy is vocal too, like, isn’t afraid to moan, that kind of stuff.”

“I never understood why guys are so afraid to moan. If it feels good, let it out.”

“Exactly!”

You both completely forgot you had an old porn on in the background until you heard an extremely fake moan rip through the speaker. You both laugh hysterically.

“This must’ve been before boobs jobs got popular, those are as natural as they get.” Harry laughs.

“Jesus, I know, look at those things bounce!” You laugh, and then look down at yourself, frowning.

“What?”

“Well….I have, like, bowling ball tits, like when you go candle pin bowling, is it attractive to watch big, heavy boobs like that?” You point to the screen. “And mine are kinda saggy, and-“

“Please, stop talking about yourself like that. Don’t you have, like, thousands of subscribers on your Only Fans? People clearly like the way you look.”

“They’ve never seen me naked.”

“Still.” He looks down at your covered chest. You were wearing a sweatshirt. “You…not to sound creepy, but you’ve got a great set on you. I’ve always thought so.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just never said anything because I didn’t want you knowing I was checking you out.” He smirks and throw one of his pillows at him. “It’s hard not to with some of the shirts or dresses you wear to the clubs sometimes. You really know how to make yourself look sexy.”

“Oh, and I’m not sexy right now?” You chuckle.

“No, you are, it’s just a different kind of sexy. Like, you more cute than anything else, but still totally fuckable.”

“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes and take another bite of ice cream. “Mm, we picked a really good flavor this week.”

“I know, way better than last week.”

“I’ve been having fun trying new flavors with you. Gives me something fun to look forward to. Is this twenty-two? Getting excited over ice cream flavors?”

“Pretty soon we’ll be excited over buying a new vacuum, or a dishrack.”

“Oh, I love a good dishrack.”

Harry bursts out laughing, and so do you. You ended up falling asleep with him in his bed, your head cradled to his chest. Harry was always the perfect cure to cramps.

//

“Oh…hello.” A girl says to you some random Wednesday morning. You were stood in your kitchen making some toast before class.

“Um, hi?”

“Oh, god, he has a girlfriend doesn’t he.” She whines.

“No! I’m Harry’s roommate. Did you spend the night, would you like some coffee?”

“Got scared for a second there. No, I’m all set thank you. Um, have a good one!” She says and leaves the flat.

“Is…is she gone?” Harry whispers from around the corner and you chuckle.

“Yes, Harry.”

“Thank god.” He sighs.

“Since when do you bring someone home with you on a Tuesday night?”

“I was working late at the coffee shop, and she was there doing homework, and one thing lead to another.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.

“And it was no good?”

“Terrible, I didn’t even ask for her number.”

“What made it so terrible?”

“She just…she wasn’t…doing it for me, I don’t know. There was no connection, Y/N.” He sighs.

“Maybe it’s time you start actually dating and work your way up to fucking someone.”

“That would involve me having to get to know someone, and I can’t stand people.” He pouts.

“Good thing you’re going to be a fucking teacher then.” You laugh. “Hurry up and get ready, or we’ll be late for class.”

Harry gets ready, and you both walk to campus for your K-12 instructors class. You were thankful to have class with Harry, you weren’t sure what you’d do without him. Just having someone to make eye contact with when someone said something stupid, or if the professor did something cringey.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hey, Daniel.” You smile up at him. “What’s up?”

“Well, I…I was wondering if you had plans this weekend? On Saturday?”

You look at Harry and he shakes his head no.

“Not that I can think of, no.”

“Great, uh, would you like to go to the movies? We could grab dinner as well.”

“I…I’d like that a lot, um, here.” You take your phone out to hand it to him. He puts his number and texts himself.

“Cool, I’ll text you later.” He moves to go sit down a few rows behind you. You look at Harry with a grin on your face.

“See, dating, it’s sorta fun.” You say to him.

“Wining and dining someone sure is a lot of effort. Don’t think I quite have it in me, but you have yourself a good time, pet.”

//

You have a wonderful time with Daniel on Saturday night. He took you to Panera, and then to see a comedy. He let you pick the movie, and you were delighted. You shared a lot of laughs, and made out with him in his car before he took you home.

“I ha d a lot of fun.” You tell him.

“Me too.” He says. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that.” You smile and get out of his car. When you get up to your flat, you can’t wait to dish with Harry about how your night went.

“Hola chica.” He says to you from the kitchen.

“Late night tacvos, my favorite. Save me any?”

“Course, grab what you like. How was your date?”

“Really good. Daniel’s super sweet.”

“Not sweet enough to bring home?”

“I’m taking my own advice and giving dating a try. He asked me if I wanted to go out again sometime and I said yes. We did kiss for a bit, it was nice.” You shove a taco into your mouth. “Mm, you make the best tacos, Har.”

“Don’t I know it? So…so you kissed, but nothing else?” He mutters as he finishes his food.

“Nope.”

“Did you want to?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug.

“Then you shouldn’t go out with him again.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you didn’t wanna rip his clothes off, it’s probably not gonna last.”

“Lust doesn’t make a relationship.”

“No, but it should be passionate. Even if you’re respectful and wait, you should still wanna fuck the person.”

“Sometimes you have to work up to feeling that way.”

“Nah, when you know, you know.” He winks at you and goes over to the couch. “I was about to watch-“

“Oh my god!” You screech.

“What?!”

“Did you not check the mail earlier?! Kevin and Ashley are getting married! This is their save the date. Holy fucking shit.”

“Makes sense, they’ve been together forever.”

“Well, we have to go, Harry.”

“Okay.” He hears you suck your teeth. “What?”

“No plus ones…”

“So? We’d just go together anyways. We can save money on a hotel room too.”

“That’s true. I just…wow, I couldn’t imagine getting married right now.”

“Like I said, when you know, you know.” He plops down onto the couch and turns the TV on. You sit down next to him. You look at him for a moment, and then turn your attention to the TV. Nothing else really needed to be said.

//

You hated it when Harry was right. Daniel was nice, but there was no spark. You went on four dates with him, and you didn’t want to fuck him.

“Hey, I was looking on the hotel website for the wedding, the room with the king sized bed is actually cheaper than the one with the two queens. That work for you?” He asks you as he comes into your room holding his laptop.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just tell me how much I need to Venmo you.”

“Will do, it’s not terribly expensive. I’ll only need a hundred bucks from you.”

“Perfect.” You take your phone and send him the money. “Thanks for booking it.”

“No problemo.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you up to, babydoll?”

“Just putting some mock lesson plans together.” You sigh. “Could definitely use a break, though.” He lays down on your bed and pats the spot next to him. You roll your eyes at him, and he pouts. “Ugh, fine.” You get onto your bed with him. “Happy now?”

“Very…although….”

“What?”

“Well, you get to lay your head on my chest all the time. I’d like to do the same. Or…okay, there’s this trend on Tik Tok…could I lay down between your legs?”

“Um…like…with your head in my crotch?” You laugh. “I can put a pillow there and you can lay down if you like.”

“Okay.” You grab a pillow for him, and he gets on his back, resting his head, and looking up at you. You run your fingers through his curls and his eyes flutter closed. “I love it when you play with my hair.” He sighs.

“I knew you were coming in here with a motive. Booking the hotel room to get something out of it, huh?”

“Your nails just feel so good, and you know it.”

“Well, you better return the favor. I like getting my hair played with too.”

“I’ll touch you wherever you want me to, alright?” He yawns. “Just don’t stop for a bit.”

You brush off his crude comment, and does as he says. You liked playing with Harry’s hair, so it wasn’t a burden, and you liked when you two would just get cozy together like this. There weren’t many people you felt this comfortable with.

//

“Y/N, we need to get going down to the ceremony.” Harry calls from the bedroom of the hotel.

“Well, I wouldn’t be running behind if someone hadn’t taken twice as long as they said they would in the bathroom!”

“Can’t rush perfection, darling.” He smirks to himself.

“Mhm, so what does that make me?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom. His mouth nearly falls open.

You had gotten your hair into a loose, low bun, with plenty of hair in the front to frame your face. You had a strapless purple dress on with black tights and black heels.

“Um…stunning, you look stunning.”

“Thanks.” You smile and grab your clutch. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You wink at him and head out.

You both were blubbering messes during the ceremony. Rachel made sure to make fun you both for it. Once the cocktail hour hit, you were good to go. You found your table and sat down. You talked with some other friends and explained how grad school was going. You make it through the speeches and dinner, and then it’s time to dance.

Being at something like this reminded you of being at an old uni party, only more upscale. Ashley and Kevin’s families were around, so the music wasn’t exactly what you’d normally get down to, but there was an open bar that you were able to take advantage of. Partying with Harry was one of your favorite things. He always used to bring you to the best ones. A slow song starts to play, and you giggle as he bows and extends his hand to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You say as you take his hand and he pulls you close to him.

“Ah, but you’re still choosing to dance with me, babe.”

“Only cause I’m too lazy to find someone else.”

“Ha! That’ll be us someday reading vows at our won wedding. I was too lazy to find someone else, so I settled for my best friend.” He smirks at you and swat his shoulder.

“Would you be quiet? Enough of the people here think something’s going on between us as it is.”

“True.” He looks around at a few people’s wandering eyes. “Should we give them a bit of a show?” He slides his hands further down your back, getting dangerously close to your bum.

“Harry!” You squeal and giggle. “Stop it.” You grab his hands put them to their previous spot. “Just dance with me, would you?”

He chuckles and sways around with you. You both got pretty plastered. You couldn’t stop giggling with him all the way up to your room. You sigh once you get your heels off.

“Okay, I’m using the bathroom first.” You say to him.

“Fine.” He sighs and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.

You head into the bathroom, and use the toilet. You get your tights all the way off and groan when you can’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Ugh, Harry!” You call for him. “I need your help!”

“Yeah?” He says, stepping into the bathroom in only his boxers. Nothing you hadn’t seen before.

“My zipper.”

“Oh.” He places a hand on your shoulder, and the other grips the zipper, slowly dragging it down. You clutch the front of it. “You’re not…uh…no bra?”

“No, there’s one built into the dress.” You turn around to face him. “I just need to grab my pj’s and then I’ll need a couple minutes to take my hair out.” You brush by him to go into your suitcase. He takes the opportunity to use the toilet and brush his teeth.

“Need help with anything else?” He asks as you step back into the bathroom.

“Nope, think I can handle the rest, thanks.” You giggle. “Wouldn’t mind some head scratches once I get into bed though.”

Harry gets into bed and waits for you. You come out with your hair a mess, your makeup smeared from rinsing it, and he furrows his brows at you.

“That’s my shirt.” He says as you knee onto the bed.

“Mhm, well, that’s what happens when you ask me to do your laundry for you. I steal your shirts as compensation.”

“Fair enough I suppose. Come here.”

You smile and lay on his chest so he can run his fingers through your hair. You moan softly from it as you relax into him.

“Feels so nice.” You mumble into his chest.

“I can tell.” One of his hands moves to rub your back. He mimics your moaning and you punch him in the arm. “Oi! I won’t love on you if you do that.”

“M’not asking you to love on me, I just wanted me head scratched. Be grateful you get to hear me make those noises, not everyone does.”

“Bet you’d make thousands if you posted something like that on your Only Fans.” He mutters and you move to look at him. “What?”

“Do you…ever look at my page?”

“Sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes I check your comments to see if anyone’s being rude.”

“Oh…” You swallow. “I make enough doing what I’m doing. I…I’d be too shy to do the really explicate stuff. I also just feel, like, I don’t want just anyone to see me naked, you know? That’s why I don’t go live, everyone would just ask me to take my clothes off.”

“I get that. Wanna keep it private for someone special.”

“Exactly. I mean, I’ve talked about this with you before, but there are plenty of people that are into what I post.”

“You certainly leave them wanting more.”

“You’ve…watched?”

“I’ve checked out some of the free videos you’ve posted, yeah.” He admits shamelessly. “You’re a very good dancer.” He smiles at you.

“I’m going to sleep.” You yawn and turn over. “Goodnight.” You look over your shoulder at him. “If you behave you can spoon me if you want.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Slide my prick between your ass cheeks? Grow up.” He says as he wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but laugh. “However, if I get hard while I’m sleeping you can’t get mad.”

“Suppose it’s not my fault I have such a fat, juicy ass, hm?”

“Go to sleep.” He laughs, and presses his chest to your back.

“Mm, you’re so cozy, Harry.”

“I know I am. Go to sleep, lovie.” He coos, and rubs at your side.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” He sighs and nestles into the back of your head.

//

“So…you let him spoon you all night, and nothing happened?” Rachel whispers to you at breakfast the next morning.

“Happens more often than not, it’s not a big deal.”

“You two are so fucking weird! I’ve literally never met two people who were close that do what you do. Why not just make the jump? Neither one of you can manage to make another relationship work.”

“I don’t know…I…I just don’t see him like that, and I know Harry. If he really liked me like that he’d go for it.”

“Maybe he’s just scared to fuck it up with you.”

“Exactly, so, let’s just not fuck it up and try anything.”

“What are you two hens clucking about, hm?” Harry says as he sits down, putting a cinnamon roll in front of you. “Had you favorite.”

“I’m trying to watch the carbs…” You mutter.

“Please.” He scoffs. “Would you just eat the fucking pastry? It’s good for you.”

“How is that thing good for me?” You laugh.

“It makes you happy when you eat it. You always hum and smile when you eat a cinnamon roll.”

“How sweet of you to notice.” Rachel remarks. “You’re practically her boyfriend.”

“Rachel.” You seethe, and take a bite of the pastry. You hum softly. “Why do these bloody things taste so good, huh?”

Harry chuckles and rubs the back of your neck briefly as he eats his own breakfast. He and Rachel share a glance, but that’s the extent of that interaction.

//

“Hey, Harry?” You tap on the outside of his door frame.

“Yeah, babe?” He says, taking his headphones out. It was a Friday evening and you both were doing homework. His eyes widen when he looks at you. “Your face is all flushed, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I just…could you come look at something for me?”

“Sure.” He follows you to your room and sits with you on your bed.

“Um...could I…could I show you some new photos I took yesterday? I just finished editing them…and I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”

“Aw, why? You’re so beautiful.” He keeps your cheek and rubs his thumb along your cheekbone. “Course I’ll look ‘em over for you.”

“Thanks.” You swallow and put your laptop on his lap. “So…like usual, they’re not overly explicit, but I feel like my boobs look weird. I should have gotten something with more support.” You blush and point to the photo.

“They’re perfect, you look perfect, Y/N.” You suck your teeth at him. “You do! What else do you want me to say?”

“Okay, what about this one?”

“Perfect.”

“This one?”

“Perfect.”

“But what about this one?”

“Perfect, they’re all perfect. I don’t know why you don’t think so.” He frowns and sets your laptop down on your desk. He turns to look at you. “What’s really going on?”

“It’s just…I have all these people leaving comments saying they wish they could know me, date, fuck me…and…like I don’t know any of them! All they know about me is that I can dance, and I look cute sucking on a lollypop. I…if I wasn’t making the money I that I am I’d stop doing it because I just want someone real to say all of those things to me, you know?”

“Y/N…” Harry sighs. “I know you, I wanna date you, and I certainly want to fuck you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I know, it’s so cliché it’s disgusting, isn’t it?” He smirks. “But it’s how I feel. I’m sick of tip toeing around it.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Can’t really pinpoint it, I don’t think it’s been long, but it doesn’t feel new either.”

Your eyes well up with tears, and he puts his hand back on your cheek. You lean into it. You felt deeply confused.

“I just never thought we’d…like…I just didn’t think you were into my like that.”

“Well, I am, so…what do you think? We already get along great. We like spending time together. I truthfully can’t stand other people. I think you’re the only person’s day I actually like hearing about. Have you really never thought about it?”

“I don’t know! You never made a move when we were in undergrad, with all those nights we slept next to each other, you never did anything…”

“Yeah, because you were asleep, Y/N.” He deadpans. “What did you want me to do? Feel you up while you were unconscious? Or better yet, make a move while we were both intoxicated?”

“No, of course not.” You shake your head. “I…I don’t know what I wanted. I just felt lucky that I had such a good friend.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighs. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, this doesn’t need to be weird. Just know if you wanted to give it a try, I’d be down.”

“You’re genuinely attracted to me, like, physically?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “And I like what you got going on up here too.” He taps your forehead with his index finger. “But you knew that already. What about me, are you physically attracted to me?”

“Well…yeah, you know you’re hot.”

“I didn’t ask you what I know.” He smirks.

“Okay, yeah, I’ve always thought you were handsome, but you used to really be a douchebag, it turned me off. Made it easier to just be your friend.” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes.

“M’not like that anymore.” He inches closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fanning over you.

“I know.” You say just above a whisper. The mood had changed immensely. The dim lighting in your room was creating an atmosphere you had never really felt with him before.

“So…I guess the only thing left to figure out is if there’s any real heat between us.” You nod at him as his hand goes back to cradle your cheek once more. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

You move towards each other slowly, your lips gracefully pressing against each other’s. You felt scared as your eyes pinched closed. It was scary to kiss your best friend, and what was scarier was that fact that it felt so natural and seamless. He pulls away, just to see if you’ll chase him, and you do, kissing him again. You do the same to him, and he comes chasing after your soft lips.

“Harry.” You whisper as you press your forehead to his.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“I…I wanna have sex with you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He cups both of your cheeks and pulls your lips back to his. His tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. He runs his lips back and forth over yours, and you open up for him. Your tongues meet, and you lick against each other, eliciting a moan from the both of you. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lets you lift it off. Your run your hands up and down his stomach as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, lips getting puffy and swollen. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth while he unzips the sweatshirt you’re wearing. He pushes it off your shoulders, and you shimmy it the rest of the way off. He’s met with your bare breasts, and he licks his lips as he looks at them.

Harry pulls you closer to him, and his lips press against your neck. You cling to his biceps as he works his mouth down your chest. He looks up at you as he sucks on one of your nipples, rolling it between your teeth. You can’t help your head from falling back. He slides down to the floor as he continues to kiss on you. Your mouth falls open as he nips and sucks on your stomach, and his fingers hook into your leggings. He looks up at you and you nod. He tugs your leggings and underwear down your legs and gets them all the way off.

“Y/N, you’re sure?”

“Yes, I want you to, please.”

You open your legs for him, and he just about loses it from your confidence. He leans forward and kisses each of your hips. You think he’s about to go for your center, but he sucks on your inner thigh. You flinch from the sensitivity, but it feels good. You make sure to sit up on your elbows so you can watch him. He looks up at you and licks a flat stripe between your folds. He sucks on each of your lips before spreading you apart with his thumbs to focus on your clit. He sucks on it at first, harshly, and you gasp. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth against it. He runs his hands along your thighs to keep you open for him. You were clenching around nothing. His tongue was warm and wet, and everything you needed.

Your body starts to feel warm all over, you can feel your orgasm start to bubble up from within your lower belly. You let yourself fall back against the bed as you start to pant. Your voice cracks as louder moans begin to rip through your throat. He was sucking and slurping on your cunt, noises you had never heard before while someone was going down on you. And to really push you over the edge, he was moaning into you. Not little whimpers or grunts, genuine moans that were vibrating into you.

“Oh my god!” You cry out. A few tears roll down your cheeks as he continues to lap around you, helping you come down.

He kisses back up your body until he’s hovering over you. He smears his lips over yours, and you grunt, pulling him closer to you. It was the filthiest kiss of your life, completely tasting yourself on him, but you didn’t care. He just made you feel better than anyone ever did. You push him so he’ll on his back, and this time you’re the one to sink onto the floor. You get his jeans and boxers down his legs. Your eyes bug out when you see his large prick slap back against his stomach.

“Christ, Harry.”

“As if you didn’t already know.” He smirks.

“I mean, I had an idea.”

You spit into your hand and wrap it around his length. He grits his teeth as you start to slowly pump him up and down. You run his tip along your lips, and his mouth falls open. Your tongue presses over his slit and you wrap your lips around him. You suckle his tip, eliciting a moan from him. You hollow your cheeks and sink almost all the way down on him. You just wanted to feel him down your throat. You breathe your nose and just hold him there.

“Y/N.” He stutters.

You slowly pull off of him, a string of spit keeping you connected. You suck in a breath before sinking back down on him, not quite as much as you took before, and you bob up and down his length. You cup his balls and massage them as you make a mess of his prick. There was spit, drool, and precome dripping down your chin. Harry was a panting mess on the bed. His hands were gripping at the sheets, and the sight of him doing that causes you to moan. To see his veins popping out the way they were was enough to make you come again.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You moan around him as his come spurts into your mouth. You swallow it all and suck him dry. He pulls you up to him, dumbfounded that you just did what you did.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He breathes.

“I do, I’ve heard you have pretty good stamina.” You peck his lips. “I’m sure you’ll get hard again soon.”

He groans and shifts his thighs between your legs, making you gasp. He grips your hips and starts moving you back and forth along his tiger tattoo. Your nails dig into his chest as you work to grind against him.

“H-Harry.” You mewl.

“Yeah, ride my fucking leg, baby, show me how you do it.”

“God.”

“I want you so bad, I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N.”

“Oh, oh!” You come undone on his thigh. You lean down and press your lips to his, licking into his mouth. Before you know it he’s moving you up his body, turning you around, and licking back into your cunt. “Shit!”

He’s relentless with you, fucking you with his tongue, telling you to bounce up and down on him, and you listen. He sucks on your clit again, and you fall forward, head resting on his thigh. You watch as his cock bloats back up. You’d never know someone to enjoy doing this so much. You kiss on his thigh because you just needed to do something with your mouth. He makes you come again, and he lifts you off of his face.

“Think you can keep going?” He smirks as your head falls back against your pillows.

He grabs your legs and pushes them back so your knees press against the bed. He lifts your bum enough to rest on his thighs, and he dips his tongue back into your cunt. This was some serious teasing. You watch as his tongue goes in and out of you, deeper each time. He reaches forward with one of his hands to rub your clit. It was throbbing for him.

“Harry, please.”

“What, no good?”

“No, it’s amazing, but…I really wanna feel your dick now, please, I know you’re hard again.”

“You just taste so good.” He brings his mouth down to your cunt and sucks on it.

“This won’t be the only time I’ll let your head between my legs, I promise.” You let your legs drop back to lay normally. He sits back as you look at each other. “When was the last time you were tested? I…I’m clean, and if you are too, I’d prefer not to use a condom if you feel comfortable with that.”

“STD test came back negative a month ago when I went in for a checkup. You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

He leans down to kiss you, and then he pulls back to paint his cock with your wetness that was uncontrollably leaking out of you for him. He presses his tip against your clit, and slides it down your slit. He pushes inside you slowly. He fills you to the hilt, and waits. For a moment he just wants to enjoy how tight and snug you are around him. You push your hips up and start rocking against him.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Because I’m moving myself on you?” You giggle.

“I just think it’s cute that you’re so goddamn impatient.”

“Would you just shut up and show what you can do with this thing? Or am I gonna have to do all of this myself?”

He accepts the challenge, pulling his hips back, and snapping them forward. You reach behind yourself to press against the headboard so your head doesn’t smack against it. He drives it into you fast and deep. He pushes you to the brink of coming, but he pulls all the way out of you. Before you can complain he flips you over, and grabs your hips. He pulls you back to him and slips back inside. You moan out from the new angle, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours makes your eyes roll back. He gives your bum a light smack and you grunt.

“You can do that a little harder, a little.” You didn’t want him to fully spank you, you weren’t into that sort of thing, but you didn’t mind feeling it a little more. He delivers a harsher smack and you groan again.

“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.” He smacks you again and you grip onto the pillows. He grips the back of your neck to get a steadier pace going, and he uses his other hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re so attentive.” You manage to say. You felt like you could barely breathe.

“I’m gonna ruin you for any other guy.”

“Don’t want any other guy.” You admit. “I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”

“Christ.” He moans.

His fingers move faster on your clit, and his tip pounds against your g-spot, and you’re coming. You’re coming hard around him. He pulls out and sits up against the headboard. You look up at him, completely frazzled.

“I want you ride me.”

“Okay.” You breathe. You shuffle around and swing your leg over him. You line him up with yourself and sink down on him.

He fondles your breasts as you move up and down on him. He kisses on your chest as you get a rhythm going. He leans back just to watch your tits bounce up and down. He looks up at you and grips you by the back of your neck to pull your mouth down to his. You breathe each other in and out as you moan and gasp. He takes control by gripping your hips, and you cling to him to let him just do what he wanted with you. You tighten around him and his head falls back for a moment.

“Where can I come?” He asks.

“Where do you want to come?”

“Inside you.”

“Okay.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grunts.

You cry out as he does when he comes. You don’t think you had ever felt so full in your life. He kisses you as you both catch your breaths. You tug at his hair, and grind against him. You were close to coming again. He takes the hint and snakes his hand between you both and rubs your clit. Your orgasm rips through you, and you moan into his neck.

“I’m so fucking sweaty.” You whisper.

“Do you wanna take a shower?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do I still have legs? Because I can’t feel them.”

He puffs out some air as he laughs, smoothing some hair away from your face.

“Yes, you still have legs, Y/N. Should I carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please, I really need to pee.”

He kisses your forehead and slowly lifts you off of him. You clench so nothing falls out. You didn’t want to make a bigger mess of your bed.

“We can sleep in my room and wash your sheets tomorrow, don’t worry about that.” He says as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

He sets you down on the toilet and steps out to give you some privacy. Once he hears the water for the shower start he comes back in. He splays a hand on your back and gives you a gentle rub before you both step in. You felt overwhelmed. You just had the best sex of your life with your very best friend. As he reaches for his body wash you swat his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Would you…would you just hold me?” Your bottom lip quivers, and he pulls you into his chest.

You nestle into him, and just stand under the warm water with him. He cradles your head and lets you cry into him. He starts to cry too, although he’s not really sure why.

“I don’t want anything to get fucked up between us, Harry.” You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, and I don’t want something bad to happen that’ll make us hate each other.”

“M’not gonna let that happen.” He wipes your tears away, and then wipes away his own. “We’re gonna do this right. We’ll go out on dates, and we’ll see where it goes, and I hope it goes well because I love you too, and I value so many of the things we have with each other.”

You each take turns scrubbing each other down, getting clean. It’s soothing, and calming. You both relax, and get wrapped up into some towels. You run the blow dryer through your hair quickly just so it’s not sopping wet. He gives you one of his bed shirts to wear, and you crawl into bed with him. Being immersed in his scent was exactly what you needed. You rest your head on his chest, and he throws his arm around you.

“When was the last time you actually dated someone?” You ask softly.

“Um…think I was sixteen to be honest with you.”

“Ah, so a while.” You chuckle.

“You literally know my entire sexual history, and I know yours, let’s not pretend we’re both experts with all this.”

“So…we’ll just make this up as we go? I mean, I like that we sleep together sometimes, but I wanna keep my room, I don’t wanna move into the same room.”

“Christ, slow down, we just got together and you’re already talking about moving into the same bedroom?” You swat at his chest and he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “In all seriousness, I feel the same way, I think we should still have our separate spaces. You get pissed off with me easily.”

“Maybe you should try not to piss me off then.”

“Well, now that I know you enjoy a good tonguing, I’m not really worried about it. God, we can make up from a fight with sex instead of watching Dirty Dancing, it’s gonna be incredible.”

“Can…can we not do both?” You look up at him. “I love singing Hungry Eyes with you.”

“Yeah, both is good.”

“And I wanna make sure we clarify what are dates, and what’s just hanging out. I want dates to feel…special, I don’t know.”

“Can do. I think study dates at the library are gonna be my favorite.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I can rile you up. I’ll sit across from you to play footsie, and then I’ll run my foot up your leg. I’ll make eyes at you. You’ll end up blowing me in the bathroom, it’ll be great.”

“Mm, yes, well, what if my leg’s the one doing the rubbing? I could probably make you come in your pants from my foot on your crotch alone.”

“Okay, no study dates. You know what I would really like, though?”

“What?”

“Sometimes…sometimes I really miss you when I work double shifts at work, and then I feel bad because you’re here all by yourself…so maybe you could come to the coffee shop more? Hang out, do homework, I’ll give you free food.”

“Sounds like a sweet deal to me.” You bite your bottom lip. “You’re not gonna ask me to give up my Only Fans are you?”

“What? No, why would you even think that?”

“I don’t know…you’re the jealous type, Harry.”

“True…but if that’s what you wanna do for work, I don’t have a problem with it. Can I tell you a dirty secret?”

“Always.”

“I’m subscribed to your page.”

“You are?!”

“Yeah…I’ve never wanked to your stuff because I feel like that would be creepy, but I do keep up with what you post.”

“I’m not gonna do it forever, once I get a real job I won’t need it…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, babe. Even if you were doing the really filthy stuff, I wouldn’t care. That’s your business.”

“God, if I wasn’t so tired I’d hop on your dick again.”

He chuckles at that and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“Any other questions?”

“I don’t think so. Although, I’m not looking forward to telling Rachel. The it’s about time or I told you so is not gonna be fun.”

“Same with Niall and Louis. We just gotta rip the band aid.”

You hum your response and get a little cozier by putting one of your legs over his. It was easy enough to fall asleep. You talked, so you weren’t worried about your friendship ending. If anything, it was all going to get better. Being able to kiss and touch on top of how you were with each other already was just the cherry on top. It didn’t happen over drinks, it didn’t happen in a club, and it didn’t happen by mistake. This was on purpose. He was the person you were supposed to be with, and he felt the same way.

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[fairitivities]

𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔...(𝓉𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒)

paring: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in a universe where there is a invisible string that keeps you to your soulmate, you don’t think you’ll ever meet yours. so what happens when you start trying to date other people? who is the man that came down with your best friends brothers when he arrived back in Delacroix? why do you feel so pulled to him? if you don’t know each other, why did he ruin your date?

word count: 4,073 (including the lyrics)

warning: soulmate au, reader has some terrible ex lovers, sexist boyfriend, physical force (once to sit you down), public yelling, cuss words here and there, mostly fluff, some angst. if i missed any let me know and i’ll be sure to add them!

a/n: sarah’s husband is not dead in this! also this is my first time writing in a good while, so i’m sorry if this is bad, but i hope you enjoy!

𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

“where do you think your going? you just got here and now you’re leaving?” you heard your best friend, Sarah, say from behind you as your packing up. “i’m going to that new park, the one i told you about? you know i need a new reading place so i’m hoping i’ll find one there.” you replied to her question. “fine, just call me later.” she said as she hugged you. “i will, i will.” “and be safe!!” you heard as you were walking out the door.

about a 20 minute car ride later, you were there, as you continued to walk through the park you started to pick up on a couple things.

‘wow the grass here is really green’ you thought as you looked up you saw a big tree that was in the right spot for the perfect amount of sun and shade so you sat down and pulled out your book. shortly after starting to read you hear a bark, your head snaps up and you see a guy running after his dog. you laugh as they pass you and go back to reading. you may have gotten to into the book, because when you looked up it was dark. you checked your phone and the clock read, 8:43 pm. “shit” you said aloud, putting you bookmark in its new place, and then into your bag as you walked to your car.

𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆

“i’m not so sure about this sarah.” she was helping yo get ready while her boys eat. “the date or the dress?” she asked you. “can’t it be both?” you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “c’mon, this guys your type and you seem to hit it off when texting just give him a shot, and who knows maybe he is your soulmate? and as far as the dress goes, you look hot. like if i wasn’t married and had two kids, i’d date you hot.”

you laughed at her, and replied with “fine.” as you slid on your white heels. “but i know he’s not my soulmate s, i would feel it, this guy isn’t my soulmate.” “you never know, now go or your going to be late!”

when you arrived, you saw the man with blonde hair, and walked over to him as he pulled out your chair for you. “thank you.” was all you said. “it’s no issue sweetheart, names john, you’re y/n, right?” “yeah, yeah that’s me” you told him, as a shiver went down you back at the pet name.

“you know, i really like your dress, well you whole outfit but the dress specifically” he told you. before you can even thank him or say anything he starts talking again. “the teal of it reminds me of this job i had when i was about sixteen, i wanna say it was a yogurt shop, yeah a yogurt shop. my parents told me they not gonna keep paying for my stuff completely and that i need to get off the game console and work, so i saw they were hiring and got a job there. oh and then-” and that’s where you zoned out, as you thought about how he’s only going to talk about himself.

you let your mind drift to the fact that this guy, well John isn’t your soulmate. it hurts but you push through it and go through you plan for work on Monday. when you feel a tap on your arm. “huh?” you ask. “it’s rude to stare sweetie.” John told you with a wink and just at that you wanted to throw up. you didn’t want to be here anymore, you just wanted to be in bed, watching netflix, preferably with a bottle of wine. “but the pretty waitress here asked what you wanted to eat.” he continued. you ordered and just wished this night could be over faster.

John offered to drive you home but you just insisted you’d take an uber not wanting him to know where you live when as soon as you get home, you’d be blocking him on every form of contact the two of you had.

𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲?

you were about to mention how you feel your string getting tighter while you’re helping Sarah clean but you hear the doorbell ring, “boys!!” she yelled to get them to the door. they opened the door, Sam pulled Sarah into a hug then did the same with his nephews. he nodded at you with a smile, “good to see you again.” you replied with a smile and told him that its good to see him too, then noticed somebody behind him.

“Sarah, y/n, this is Bucky, he’s my friend-” Sam was saying when he got cut off by a cough from behind him. “co-worker.” Bucky interrupted. “whatever.” Sam replied. Sarah talked to him for a couple minutes when Sam was catching up with his nephews. in that time you couldn’t take your eyes off him. “there’s no way.” you thought but the one thing you didn’t catch was his eyes never leaving you either. 

when Sam called out for Sarah she excused herself and left. there was an awkward silence that filled the room. you gave him a small smile, and forced yourself to speak. “i’m gonna go finish cleaning. nice meeting you” and walked out not even giving him a chance to speak.

later that day, you’re talking to Sarah alone in her room while to boys are working on the boat. “i don’t know sarah. i just felt so pulled to him and my string felt so tight. i don’t even know what happened!!” you told her, trying to figure out what the fuck that was. “isn’t obvious he’s your soulmate! you’re string felt tight? and you felt pulled to him? he has to be the one.” she said as she put her hand on your shoulder to help calm you down and stop your pacing. 

“there’s no way! it can’t- he can’t be my soulmate! i’m just imagining this. i just need a nap.” you replied. “yeah i’m going to take a nap.” 

“okay, whatever you say. i’m going out to help. you know where to find me if you need me.” she told you as she left you alone with your thoughts.

𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗯 𝗢𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗔 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

the next day, you were still not talking to Bucky until you got pulled aside by someone. “look you need to talk to him! he’s a normal person! just talk!” the person said. you recognized the voice, “about what Sarah? about what? i can’t just go up to him and be like “hey i think your my soulmate let’s make out to see!!” that’s weird! what if he doesn’t even feel it? also did you forget i have a boyfriend?” you told your best friend.

Sarah sighed, “ask him about his trip! make a conversation like two normal people! if you don’t talk to him i will lock you two in a room until you talk, also no i didn’t forget about your boyfriend. i’m just saying maybe you could get a couple answers out of bucky if you talked to him, instead of staring like a werido.” she said as she left the room.

you left the room shortly after and found Bucky sitting on the couch. “hi.” you said as you sat down on the other side. “hi?” he replied. “how was your trip?” you asked going off of what Sarah had told you to do. he shrugged, “it was okay. sam was annoying me the whole time” he said with a roll of his eyes. “there was a song on the radio that said something about blood? deep cuts, bad love, mad blood? something like that.”

you looked at him confused before it struck you, you let out a laugh “you mean bad blood by taylor swift?” his face lit up. “yeah that’s the one!” he told you. “by the way, it’s deep cuts, mad love, and bad blood. your first time down here?” you asked. “that makes much more sense” he said with a laugh. “yeah it is, what gave it away? i was born and raised in Brooklyn. yours?”

“no, i was born here, lived here my whole life.” you replied. “ah that’s cool-” he started to talk but got cut off from Sarah yelling from the other room. “i’m ordering dinner, is pizza good with everybody?” everybody told her it was fine. ‘i’ve never eaten from there before...” Bucky thought aloud. “don’t worry it really good. and if you don’t like it you can blame me for giving you the wrong idea.” Sarah came into the room about five minutes later and asked you to help her clean. so you excused yourself and smiled at Bucky before you left.

later that night, right when you were getting into bed you heard a knock at the door. you groaned as you got up to answer it fully expecting it to be Sam messing with you, what you didn’t expect to see is Bucky standing at your doorway in grey sweatpants and his dog tags laying on his bare chest.

“oh! hey bucky what’s up?” you asked after you got over the initial shock. “sorry to bother you-” he started but this time you cut him off. “you’re not bothering me, what’d you want to say?” you told him shutting down his idea that this bothered you. “ before i went to sleep, i just wanted to tell you that, i guess i can’t blame you for giving me the wrong idea. the food was really good. thanks” he continued. “oh, it’s no problem at all bucky. i promise you!” he smiled at you and went back downstairs to the couch.

𝗕𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

“ahhh!! he’s here! tell me everything when you get back!!” Sarah yelled as she pushed you out of the house. “i promise you i will! bye guys!” you waved as you walked out. “where’s she going?” Bucky asked once you shut the door. “she’s going out on her one year anniversary date with her boyfriend! how exciting!” Sarah told them as she went over and kissed her husbands cheek.

Sam watched Bucky closely and saw how his face fell, the his jaw clenched. he gave Bucky a pointed look and Bucky just rolled his eyes. he stood up and walked out. “where are you going?” Sarah asked him. “outside.”

one motorcycle ride around the town later, he found the car that picked you up, parked and went it. he watched closely as you conversated with this man. he watched when the waitress told you you looked like a singer she couldn’t put he finger on who though.  when he saw this guy was about to kiss you was the last straw for him. he walked over and made his presence known.  “y/n.” he said. which made both you and your date jump. your head snapped up to him and had a look of relief in your eyes when you realized it was just him. “oh hey bucky. what are you doing here?” you asked. “just wanted to make sure you were safe, i’ve never seen you get into that car before.” he gave you a tight-lipped smile and glared at your date. “well thanks bucky but i’m okay. this is my boyfriend actually. austin meet bucky.” 

“hello. now can you leave now that you know she’s safe? we’re kind of in the middle of something here.” Austin stated with a roll of his eyes. Bucky rolled his eyes right back, and turned to you, “can i talk to you? somewhere else?” as you were about to reply to him you hear Austin say, “no. no you can’t.”

you turn to him, “austin, babe it’s fine really. he’s my friend.” “and i don’t give to shits y/n! you’re going to keep your ass in this booth because this is our date.” you put your hand on his arm to try and calm him down, “i’ll be right back i promise!” as you start to get up he puts his hands on your shoulders and forces you back down. “no! i said no! you’re going to sit here and start listening to me because that’s what the women of the house do!” he yelled right in your face.

that’s when Bucky snapped yet again. “look buddy, i know damn well that this isn’t the 1940s anymore.” “yeah? and how would you know?” Austin asked. “one, i’m not a dumbass. two, calendars exist. 3, i was alive back then.” Bucky spat right into his face. “you wanna fight let’s fight! i bet you can’t even throw a punch.” Austin spat right back. Bucky just smirked and took off his glove. “i’m pretty sure you don’t want to fight a mentally unstable 100 year old man, with a metal arm.” you would’ve listened to more but that’s when the waitress helped you to the parking lot. without anyway to get home you just stood there. 

not even five minutes later Bucky comes out, “need a ride?” he asked. “yeah i do.. but i can just uber.” he just took you hand and led you to his motorcycle. “hop on.” he said as he threw you a helmet. you looked at it then him with a confused face. he laughed, “it’s not rocket science, doll” he took it from you and helped you put it on. he patted you helmeted head, and said “hold on tight now doll. i can’t risk you falling off now.”

𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻' 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻' 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲?

weeks later and you still don’t want to talk to anyone. the breakup took a toll on you, you knew it was for the best but it still didn’t make it hurt any less. you turn your face when you hear a knock at your door. 

“go away sarah!” you yell. she’s been trying to get you out of bed for the past week but you won’t budge. your door opens and you’re about to throw a pillow but then you see who it is. “oh,” is you said. “i don’t think i’m sarah, if i am i didn’t know-” he stops for a minute. “but i’ll still go if you want me too.” he said in a girly voice. 

you let out a laugh as he shuts the door and moves closer to the bed. “can i sit?” he ask. you pull your legs up, and motion. “go ahead.” he sits down and you two start to talk about small things at first then some other things. when Sam yells that dinner is ready. 

“you should go eat.” you tell him. “between you and me, i’d rather not. i still don’t trust that sams not trying to poison me.” you giggle at that and bucky grabs you phone and stares at it for a couple minutes. “how do you order food on this thing?” you let out a loud laugh at that, and take the phone from him. “what do you want?” you asked him. “anything you want doll.” he smiles and sends a wink your way.

it became at-least a once a week occurrence for you and Bucky to eat in your room, sometimes watching a movie and other times just talking. if he didn’t and you weren’t downstairs he would bring up food to make sure your eating.

𝗔 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂

“where is buck?” you asked Sam in the morning. “he left, i think he went back to New York. said to call him when i got a lead. why?” “he left without telling me..” you mumbled. “no reason sam just wondering didn’t see him around here anywhere.” and left the room.

“do you guys need my help any today?” you asked Sam and Sarah, sitting in the living room. “not that i can think of, sam is working on trying to get a lead. i’m relaxing today. what’s up?” she replied to your question. “i’m going to go to the dive bar later.” you told her blankly. “you don’t drink?” she questioned you. “i don’t care i’m going.” you said and left the room once more.

later at the bar, you stared off blankly till the bartender started talking to you “what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” “a margarita please and thank you.” you told him while digging in your purse for your card. “that doesn’t answer my question.” he stated. “i don’t have to answer your question if i don’t want to. you have no business knowing that. you’re here to get my drink. so once again i’m asking for a margarita.” you said with a roll of your eyes. “fine. jeez no need to be such a smartass about it.” he took your card and made your drink.

as you got your drink you got up and started looking around, until you spot a familiar face in the dark corner booth. “buck?” you question. “oh hey. what are you doing here?” “i could be asking you the same. sam said you went back to New York. so what are you doing here?”

he just sighed. “buck?” “sit.” he ordered. “you really want to know?” he asked looking down. “yeah, i really do. i’ll tell you if you tell me.” you said. he looked at you and started explaining “i told sam i was going back to New York and that’s what i plan on doing soon but im staying in a hotel. i need to get away from you. i feel so pulled to you. it’s like you’re my-” he paused and swallowed harshly.

“soulmate.” “soulmate?” you question at the same he said it. 

“yeah..” he breathed out. “i feel the exact same buck, i have since the moment i met you, i didn’t know what to do so that’s why i ran out the first time we met. i thought i’d never met my soulmate. then you came along and changed everything.” you told him honestly.

𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 ��𝘅𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

Bucky laughed out of nowhere. “what are you laughing at buck? do i have something on my face?” you asked curiously. “no, no doll. there’s nothing. it’s just, if i was you, i’d still be mad about me ruining your date.” he told you. 

it was your turn to laugh. “it was bound to happen anyway, the breakup, he sucked, and he wasn’t my soulmate. think about it like this, if you didn’t ruin my date, i’d still be with him and we wouldn’t be here right now.” 

“true. he also said you two went way back?” he questioned. “we dated briefly in high school. he was just the same as he was back then but he was able to trick me into thinking he was different. never falling for that again.” you sighed. “while were on the topic of ex’s, i have a funny story. one of my high school ex’s is having a kid. we ended on good terms. so i sent them a package, with a note that said, “thanks for not being to harsh on me in high school. hope life is treating you well. here’s a present for the baby :).” you laughed.

“no way! did you hear back?” he asked, curiously. “yeah! i did actually he shot me a text, and said “you didn’t do anything wrong, i just lost feelings. no reason to be harsh on you. thanks for the present. hope everything is going well for you too.” you said. he just laughed, but you were admiring the smile on his face when you got an idea.

“follow me.” you told him simply. “where are we going?” “somewhere.” you stated and took his hand.

𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻

“a park?” “my park, i come here to read all the time. i sit under this tree to be exact.” you sat down. “why’d you bring me here?” he said, as he sat down beside you with a confused look on his face. you laughed when you realized there was no reason you just decided on it. “honest answer, i don’t know. i guess i thought it would be cute? i don’t take people here. it was more of a one thought and go type thing.” 

“if i’m being honest, it is cute” he told you. you looked down at your lap. he stood up suddenly and reached his hand out for you. “what?” you looked at his face, then his hand and back to his face. 

“c’mere” was all he said. you took his hand and he helped you up. his hands found your waist. you both stared into each others eyes until he broke the silence. “can i kiss you? he asked while he thumbs started rubbing up your hip. 

“yeah.. yeah you can.” you breathed out and that was all the conformation he needed.

𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲

“how’s it going with bucky?” Sarah asked. “great. everything’s great it couldn’t be better. it seems like everything i went through was made to happen just so i could find him.” you told her with a smile on your face.

“well seems like he needs to put a ring on it! or someone else might bag you up. there is still time.” she replied. “i wouldn’t let them. i’d choose him over anybody. i’ll always choose him.” 

“hey doll! c’mere a minute would you please?” you heard Bucky shout from behind you, on the dock. “yeah! i’ll be right there buck!” you said as you excused yourself and walked over to him.

“what is it?” you asked him. “look at the sunset.” he told you plainly. you did as he said “yeah it’s really pretty isn’t it? the pink and the purple. is that all you needed?” you said as you told back around. 

but this time you found him on one knee with a velvet box in his hand that he slowly opened to reveal a ring.  “no, doll that isn’t all. um. you see you make me the happiest i’ve ever been-” “yes! buck, yes.” you cut him off, knowing how much he hates speeches. “oh thank god.” he sighed as he slid the ring on your finger. as he stood back to his normal height, he kissed you. “i love you.” “i love you too buck.” you turned back to look at the sunset once more in his arms and sighed. 

“what is it?” he asked this time. “nothing, it’s just- 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗧𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲?” you sighed. he smiled and kissed your cheek. “yeah, that is pretty to think about.” he told you.

you two were enjoying the comfortable silence and being in each others presence until you heard, “just great! now i’m the only one who doesn’t have a partner! that’s just great!” Sam yell. “shut up sam!” Sarah yelled back and slapped his arm.

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paws of paradise - chapter 2 {bangtan ot7 x reader}

hi everybody! sorry for the inactivity but idek how to do a schedule ever. i think that maybe once a week is what i'm shooting for, but i honestly have no plot and im making it up as i go!

as per usual, i'd appreciate comments, thoughts, suggests, anons, anything! have a great day!

~silver~

chap 1 chap 2 chap 3

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“Shit.” (Y/N) whispered. Not only were there two new dogs today, but Jimin also couldn’t make it to help with walking today.

Kim Yeontan and Jeon Gureum had joined the roster of new regulars, and while she appreciated the support of her business in the bustling city, she couldn’t help but stress over the fact that so many people were becoming dependent on her.

This was the busiest day she had seen ever since she had packed from her old home in a small countryside town. As the small town stereotype goes, everybody knew everybody in her hometown. She was mostly known for being a farmer’s daughter and having a preference for animals over humans.

After spending most of her teenage years hanging out in barns of cows, horses, goats, and other farm animals, she had realized her passion was helping and caring for them.

At the same time, (Y/N) was bored of her small-town life and wanted to experience the hustle that city life promised. She could have easily gotten a grooming job somewhere in the country but decided that it would be best for her to move to Seoul.

She had never once regretted her decision, but that does not mean it was easy for (Y/N) in any way. Buying a shop, getting certified to groom, remodeling her shop, finding an affordable apartment, and getting a small job before her shop opened were just a few struggles she had fought through.

“You little- c’mon Gureum! I have yummy treats!! Mmmmmmm come get some.” (Y/N) baby talked to the small white dog. He seemed to laugh in her face as it turned around and continued to jump around Yeontan and another larger dog that she forgot the name of.

Gureum seemed to instigate the most trouble out of all the dogs she had met. She would always find the “dynamic duo” (Jimin’s nickname for Gureum and Yeontan) prancing around the other dogs and creating chaos. Yeontan would usually stop when told but would be roped back in by Gureum to run around and bark wildly.

“Gureum! C’mere boy,” a new voice called from behind (Y/N). Apparently, somebody had come into the back of the shop and she didn’t even hear the bell.

She let out a small shriek as he rushed past her legs and made her lose her balance. She desperately tried to regain her balance but unfortunately fell backward. She closed her eyes to brace for the ass flattening she would receive but was only met with a firm chest and bulging arms wrapping around her quickly.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay Noona?!” the young boyish-faced with the largest build she had seen called out to her.

(Y/N) looked up at the boy with bunny teeth and quickly pushed herself up and off his chest. “AH! Yes! I am all good now,” she chuckled awkwardly. “Um, how did you get back here?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you! I thought you’d heard the bell in the front but then I saw you struggling with him so I thought I would help a little.”

“Is Gureumie yours?”

The boy bashfully ducked his head as he leaned down to pet the calmest version of the white dog the girl had ever seen. “Ah, yeah. My hyungs say that he and I are kinda similar but I don't see it… Anyways, they also told me that you are the best groomer around, and from how he looks now, I think I’ll be here more often.”

“Wow… Thank you, and tell your hyungs thanks too! What’s your name so I can log him out?” (Y/N) was so excited to hear people giving her small shop good reviews. It meant that all her hard work actually meant something.

“I’m Jeon Jeongguk, and I’ll let Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung know. They’ll be happy you thought of them too.” he smiled brightly and picked his still wiggly dog up.

“Have a great day! Hope to see you soon.” (Y/N) smiled at Jeongguk as he walked out of the shop. She walked into the back only to see Yeontan jumping up on Jimin.

“Jimin! I thought you were busy today- and how’d you get in?” (Y/N) grinned at her coworker. She felt her cheeks warm and her heart beat a little faster now that he was here, but she brushed it off as soon as Jimin responded.

“The back door is always opened, like usual. And I still am but I just wanted to stop by… check-in and make sure you’re doing alright?” Jimin started somewhat nervously. (Y/N) giggled a little bit as she stood a little closer in order to pet the dog in Jimin’s arms.

“Well, Jimin, I am doing very well right now. In fact, I walked all the dogs AND finished the appointments scheduled so far. Maybe you need to step up your game on dog walking.” (Y/N) teased lightly.

Jimin scoffed, “Oh please, you wouldn’t have hired me if you didn’t need to. Admit it, you need me to be here.”

This statement made (Y/N) freeze up a little. He was her first friend that she had met in Seoul, and thanks to him, she was able to achieve everything she had wanted and more. The girl softened a little bit and looked up into Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re right. I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me. Thank you so, so much.” she expressed her gratitude gently.

Jimin seemed to fluster at this, not expecting a genuine response from his coworker as he stuttered and stumbled to find new words. Luckily for the blushing man, the tinkling bell sounded from the front of the store.

“Hello, welcome to Paradise Pet Groomers, what can I do for you two?” (Y/N) politely asked the men as she walked out of the backroom. “Ah, Yoongi-ssi, good to see you!”

“Likewise.” the stoic man responded. He had Holly on a leash as his dog smelled the second man who walked in with another incredibly handsome man. His face seemed to be perfectly chiseled and he seemed to be a few inches taller than Yoongi standing next to him.

“Hi, Taehyung-ssi. Jimin will be right out with Yeontannie. And Yoongi-ssi, I’ll grab Holly now if you’d tell me what sort of cut you’d like for him.” (Y/N) smoothly managed the two customers.

“Taehyungie!” Jimin shouted as he ran out from the back with Yeontan. Taehyung greeted him back just as excited, and (Y/N) couldn’t help the twists of jealousy that ran through her veins as they seemed so happy to see each other. Despite that, she forced a grin on her face to turn back to Yoongi, who had brought him back into the grooming area.

“Just do the same cut as last time, please. Holly looked good like that.” Yoongi’s deep voice grumbled as he bent down to say goodbye. He let out a few small high-pitched squeals as (Y/N) watched through the window as Jimin and Taehyung were hugging.

Fuck. That should not have made her feel as angry as it did. Yoongi seemed to notice the tension that entered the air as he cleared his throat.

“Oh- sorry. Holly’s cut should only take about an hour and a half, so we’ll see you soon!” (Y/N) tried to crush the bitterness in her voice, but it was useless. Yoongi had to have noticed it, but he didn’t say anything. All he said was, “See you soon, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) took in a strained deep breath, and picked up Holly just as Jimin’s blushing face entered through the back again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stay longer, but-”

“It’s fine. See you later Jimin.” (Y/N) cut him off shortly. Jimin’s eyebrows raised as he began to wonder what had happened when he was talking to- he blushed a little bit more thinking of Taehyung.

“Did Yoongi say anything? Are you alright…?” Jimin asked tentatively.

“No! I-I’m fine. Sorry to worry you, but you should get going. Don’t wanna be late to wherever you’re going.” Jimin’s shocked face hurt (Y/N) to look at, so she looked down at Holly and brought him to the baths.

“Oh. Right. I guess I’ll get going then.” Jimin stared at her a bit sadly before he awkwardly walked out the backdoor. “Oh my god Holly what is wrong with me.” (Y/N) said to the small brown poodle. He simply panted happily as she scratched behind his ears as the warm water flowed down his back.

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fic title: I’m falling and the sun is blinding me to your faults

i wanted to do an au of this one, so presenting: tony and rhodey, but make it villainous. i think it’d be fun! 

James Rhodes is two things, first and foremost being that he is a businessman. 

People call him a villain. He doesn’t really think he’s that villainous. 

After all, he only took over New York. He left all the other states alone, so that has to mean something. He was gracious! 

He also wouldn’t consider himself a villain because everyone who works under him gets health insurance. They don’t complain that much, although he’s gotten some about the quality of the buffet on Fridays. 

Catering companies. Hit-or-miss, you know? 

There have been a couple of companies who try to stop him. Rivals that hate that his products are better and employees are happier, for one. Those are easy to dismiss. 

SHIELD is one company who tries, and fails. Repeatedly. It would be embarrassing, but Rhodes has respect for Agents Romanov and Hill, who have been the closest to breaking into his personal office. 

- 

The player that isn’t registering on the field is Tony Stark. Perhaps because he isn’t so much of a player on the field as an existing person who just happens to be on a field. Or a building. However you would like to imagine it. 

In other universes, he walks like he owns the world because he could buy up everything and still have money left over to get ice cream at the end of the day. 

In this universe, his father kicked him out of his house for various things, the most prominent being that Tony is rather partial to kissing guys and ladies, and that just simply won’t do. 

(Tony also stole enough money out of his bank account to buy a house and also start his own business without his knowledge, but in the grand scheme of things, that’s just a small drop in the ocean.) 

Tony made his own tech start-up business. He’s invented a few new things that hit the market discreetly, and he’s building up more and more clientele. He’s about to open another shop, and in all honesty he’s not worried about getting noticed. 

This is until Rhodes comes across an employee bragging about a new repair guy who makes computers run twice as fast, charges less than most repair shops, and looks mighty fine in a tank top.

The last reason is reason enough to visit. 

But also, to see who’s been fixing up Rhodes tech and can make it faster. He doesn’t know why he wouldn’t have just applied for a job. 

Tony is not expecting Rhodes to enter into his building. He has people who are walk-ins, but usually you would expect a villain to make an appointment. Or not, they are villains. 

“I heard that you’ve been improving my phones,” James says. He leans into Tony’s space. He smells quite nice, has a well-tailored suit, and Tony is trying very hard not to find him attractive. That’s not the sort of thing you could be focusing on. 

“You gonna sue me or something?” 

“No, I want to hire you.” 

Tony blinks. 

“Oh. No thank you.” 

Rhodes pulls back. 

“Why ‘no’?” 

“I like my shop just fine. And you have things well-handled.” 

“Could I consult you?” 

“You can’t afford me.” 

Rhodes grins. 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“Of course I am. Can I get anything for you today, or did you just want to beg me to come work for you?” 

“Most people would never be this bold.” 

"What would they be? Terrified in your presence?” 

“More or less, yes. It’s what I prefer.” 

"I don’t cater to people’s preferences, it’s a character flaw and strength,” Tony quips. 

Rhodes smiles. 

It’s terrifyingly beautiful, really. Tony is at a loss for words. 

“I think I’m liking you, Stark.” 

“Tony. You don’t call me Stark. I don’t do the last name dynamic.” 

“Sweetheart, then. Not your last name.” 

“Pet names, seriously?” 

“Oh you got it, honey.” 

“Then go on, platypus,” Tony throws back. 

“Platypus? Really?” 

"Pet names are on the menu, honey bunch. Just try me.” 

Rhodes smiles, turning to exit. 

“I’ll be in touch, darling.” 

Tony leans against his desk, legs shaking underneath. 

There are two problems that he’s not sure how to solve. Here they are: 

1.) Rhodes now has Tony on his radar, which is probably bad because Tony will absolutely be used for world domination or whatever. 

2.) Tony doesn’t really mind as long as he gets to see Rhodes because goddamn. That man could get so many things, and he probably has. And Tony wouldn’t mind being one of those things if he played his cards right. 

But for now, Tony just wants to fix computers and maybe just buy a new brand of tea, but he’s honestly not sure. 

- 

Rhodes makes an appointment to meet. 

Of Fucking Course. 

Tony is not impressed, and is also not impressed that he comes in with a very expensive custom-made designer suit, whereas Tony is not sure the last time his pair of jeans got washed, and an old t-shirt that’s advertising an ice cream shop that is closed now. 

“You love to make an entrance all the time?” Tony asks. “What can I legally do for you?” 

“You’re assuming I’m making you do illegal things, babe?” 

“Yes, Rhodey.” 

“It’s Rhodes.” 

“Hm, maybe. But not to me. Rhodey. I wanna ruin your business impression.” 

Pepper snorts besides Rhodes, who is suitably impressed that Tony doesn’t give one flying fuck about the fact that he could destroy him at any point. 

“I’m ordering that on your next business card deal.” 

“I’ll fire you.” 

“You can’t find someone as competent as me, don’t even joke.” 

“I came here for an opportunity for you. You’ve managed to get some people’s computers to speed up so much. And I want you to do it with all of my employee’s computers.” 

“What, you couldn’t reverse-engineer it? See what I did for yourself?” 

Rhodey grins. 

“I never question a handsome man’s work, darling.” 

Tony turns red. 

“You’re really bad with professionalism, honeysop.” 

“What the hell is that?” 

“What, never heard about romance in the fifteenth century? Boring.” 

“Will you do the job or not?” 

“What are the terms, the conditions, and how much are you paying?” 

Pepper steps forward, a sizable stack of paperwork in her hands. 

The work would pay off the building. It would pay off his mortgage on his house. Hell, it would help a lot. He’d have extra to mess around and maybe go on a vacation. 

The downside is that he’s helping a villain get faster speed and better battery life with laptops. This could also mean he’d die, but honestly he was kind of expecting an early death. 

Rhodey assures him that he won’t die. 

“If anyone touches you, then they feel my wrath,” he says. His teeth glint underneath the lights. “And honey, no one ever likes feeling that.” 

“What, it isn’t all feather-light tickles?” 

“Touches a bit more than that.” 

There’s an unspoken story there. Rhodey’s grin goes from tight and eyes empty to refocusing on Tony and turning soft, genuine. 

“We can discuss the official plans over dinner.” 

“Dinner won’t work for me, I got plans tonight.” 

“A hot date?” 

"A special movie screening,” Tony says. “Can’t miss it. Maybe next time, or the next three times.” 

Rhodey smiles. 

“Maybe sometime.” 

“Maybe.” 

- 

Holy fuck.

Rhodes International has a local coffee shop on the lobby. A barista is a cheerful girl who has neon yellow hair greets him and asks if he wants a complimentary drink. 

“You...know who I am?” 

“Not in the slightest!” she says cheerily. “I have a memory thing where I remember everyone I ever meet and who I don’t meet. What kind of coffee guy are you?” 

“Um...you guys have mint syrup?” 

“Yup!” 

“Then I guess a peppermint latte?” 

“Coming right up!” 

So here is this girl humming what sounds suspiciously like the Winnie the Pooh song as she makes a drink, and that drink is amazing. 

Also, people are wearing, it seems, whatever outfit they want. There are some people talking, and two look to be dressed in professional business clothing, but the third guy they’re talking to is wearing ripped jeans and a tank top has the phrase of “I’m Just Existing on a Manifestation of Reality” emblazoned. 

It’s odd. 

“So glad you could make it, Tones,” Rhodey says. 

“Tones?” 

“What, too much?” 

“Tones sounds like you know me.” 

“And I don’t?” 

“What’s my favorite jam?” 

“Why jam?” 

“If you know someone well, you know their favorite type of jam.” 

“Orange marmalade?” 

“What the fuck do I look like, Paddington?” 

“You’re right, Paddington’s not near as sexy.” 

“This counts as harassment, right? This counts as harassment.” 

“Don’t have him sue us already, he’ll win,” Pepper says, breezing to their sides. God, she’s gorgeous. Casually dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse and acting like she doesn’t look like a goddess. Must be exhausting. “Tony, great to have you. Let me show you who you’re working with.” 

He has his own fancy office, a team that knows what they’re doing, and catered lunch. 

Catered lunch. It’s not even a Friday. 

“Friday’s are questionable,” Rhodey says. “Weird selection.” 

“You don’t wanna know,” says Intern Joe. 

That’s literally on his ID card. 

- 

Tony starts work. It’s not bad, not at all. He works in the mornings on the weekends and Mondays as well as Thursdays, and then sometimes does work from his own office. 

Rhodey is...nice. 

This is a bit unsettling, because Rhodey literally just threatened the president over an environmental bill not being accepted and currently all employees are only slightly scared. 

“This is just like three months ago,” says Janice The Badass. (Also on her ID card.) “Don’t worry, the government can’t do anything. They rely on us too heavily.” 

“For what?” 

“For safety.” 

“Not asking.” 

“Good, I’m not going to answer.” 

“Okay?” 

- 

It’s also weird that Rhodey checks in on him. He brings him coffee how he likes it, and he makes him sit down and try new foods with him. 

He’s not bad at conversational topics either. Tony’s used to talking, and he’s used to bad-talking on dates. This doesn’t come close. 

No, they talk about the differences of Star Trek and how much Tony hates specific brands of pens, and how Rhodey is a disaster when it comes to coordination of ties. 

“I don’t like ties,” he scowls. 

“Then why wear one?” 

“Pepper says they look nice.” 

“Why do you need to look nice?” 

“Most things are all about presentation.” 

“Ah, need to be taken seriously.” 

“Only at times when I’m facing government officials or weird corporate bosses.” 

“Aren’t you a corporate boss?” 

“I’m a corporate boss who is also an enemy of fellow corporate bosses. Weird thing.” 

“That’s...intriguing.” 

“How so?” 

“Well, how does that work?” Tony asks, popping a couple blueberries into his mouth. “How are you both the same and an enemy?” 

“Watch and learn, sugar. Watch and learn.” 

Tony is allowed on the next business meeting. Which, coincidentally, his old Uncle Obadiah is part of. 

This leads to rather undesired complications. 

-

“You’re working for a supervillain?” Obie practically yells. 

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Tony says. “I just work with computers.” 

“Besides if he wanted to work for a real supervillain, wouldn’t he be working for you?” Rhodey asks. 

He’s sitting in one of those rolling-chairs, and despite that, he made it his throne. He’s relaxed in it, perfectly at peace with the situation. All eyes are on him. 

“I’m not the one that the government is after.” 

“And yet I’m the one who’s successfully paid taxes. Where have yours gone, hm? Strip club in Vegas? Weapon sales in Afghanistan?” 

Obie freezes. 

Tony knows that when you freeze, it is your worst tell. 

“Does dad know?” 

This time, Rhodey turns towards him. He’s surprised. 

“We’ll discuss that later. But does Howard know, Obadiah?” 

“Howard is none of your concern.” 

“Oh my god, he is,” Rhodey says grinning. “You haven’t told him about your little back-door escapades. I wonder what would happen if I told him.” 

“You don’t want me as an enemy,” Obadiah says, shaking. He looks at Tony. “And you, boy, you just earned yourself a death sentence.” 

“Funny, Howard said the same thing when he kicked me out of the house,” Tony says as he’s checking his nails. Rhodey thinks he is in love. 

“Go ahead and try to get me as an enemy, see how well it works for you,” Rhodey says, pearly whites on display. “I took over the entire state of New York, leaving everyone in power allied with me. Plus, Tony hasn’t pushed his legacy from what I’ve seen, but what would happen if I just...let him talk? At the next press conference, perhaps.” 

Tony grins, and it’s dangerous. 

“Yeah Obie, what if I talked? I’m sure Howard’s disastrous attempt at fatherhood would be a real uptick in stock points.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Just watch. Just fucking watch,” Tony says. “I still know how to smile for the press, and I still remember all of my lessons for how to make sure anything is believable.” 

He shakes. 

Rhodey gets security. 

Tony visibly relaxes as Stane is led out of the building, and Rhodey smiles over at him. 

“What?” 

“You wanna grab dinner with me?” 

“Like as a casual dinner, or a date-dinner?” 

“How about both?” 

“Thank god, I can’t remember where my nice shoes are.” 

- 

Tony supposes it is odd to be out to dinner with one of the most-feared men in all of New York. 

But it was hard to fear him when he was currently trying to lick ice cream off the tip of his nose with no such luck. 

Or when Rhodey kisses him senseless on his doorstep and makes fun of the little gnome that he’s put outside, and Tony giggles and watches him leave in his fancy car, still leaning on his door. 

Oh, he’s got it bad. 

But he doesn’t mind. 

#this was supposed to take a WAY darker turn #but then i forgot bc i listened to frank sinatra #so instead it is now funnie #lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #rhodey becomes a villain but like. ethical? i'm joking #i just wasn't sure how to make him Villain Supreme #tony doesn't exactly mind #pet names out of SPITE #i love that dynamic #tony stark #rhodey #james rhodey rhodes #obadiah stane

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AU list!

hi! These are a bunch of Au’s that i could write,and you could request! (reposting because it didnt work the first time)

General

Fake dating (My personal favourite)

Soulmates

Coffee shop

Modern Royalty

Rockstar

Running From The Police

Rebel Against The Goverment

High School

University

Law school

Delayed-Flights-And-Were-Stuck-In-The-Airport-And-Its-Like-2Am

Roommates

Road Trip

Arranged Marriage

Im-Arranged-To-Marry-Your-Brother-But-Were-In-Love

Amnesia

Tattoo-Artist-And-Coffee-Shop-Worker

Loved-Since-Childhood

Professor-Student (of age)

Met-On-Holiday

More detailed

21.You were singing/playing guitar/etc. in the park to protest the war and a policeman tried to dismiss you for 'disturbing the peace' but you argued that you were promoting peace and things got heated and next thing you know you're being arrested for assaulting an officer. You intrigue me, so I'm here to bail you out and maybe take you on a date?

22.the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

23.we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

24. i sit at the rental booth at our local ice rink and watch you teach children how to skate

25. alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

26. i’m running late to an important interview/meeting and you accidentally spill your hot cocoa all over my outfit

27. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill

28. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me

29.  i gave my winter coat to a homeless person and come into your store to warm up

30. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside

31. you’re the asshole of our group and we don’t get along, but then i find out you make soup for the local shelter

32.we’re waiting in line for the club when you complain that your roommate stole your gloves so let me warm your hands up with mine

33.my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

34.the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

35.i’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

36.a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

37. we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

38. i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

39. i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

40. i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

41. my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

42. we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

43. my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

44. sharing a cab together

45. you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

46. you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

47. we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not

48. im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask

49. we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???

50.im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???

51. i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???

52. we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know

53. im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit

54. its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes

55. i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party

56. i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out

57. it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park

58. hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?

59. thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain

60.i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat

61. we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed

62.i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are

63. My friends bet I wouldn’t buy these three weird and questionable items and you’re my cashier.

64.Once a week I go visit the pet store just to stare at the cute kittens and puppies and you’re the nice employee who always lets me hold them and wait I think I’m going to cry hold on.

65.You’re the DJ of the University’s radio station and every time you give an opinion on a current event I have to call and argue with you because could you seriously be anymore wrong?

66.We both wait tables at the same restaurant and you’re always mad at me by the end of the night because I make more in tips

67.We have the same class and once a week you wear this graphic shirt I don’t understand and I really want to ask you about it.

68.We both work at the same craft store that literally has no customers so we have nothing to do and I’m always reading at the register but you always have to criticize my book choice what the hell?

69.I’m working the concession stand for this week’s home game and this is the fifth time you’ve come back for snacks wait are you flirting with me?

70. we’re at a bookstore and you and I seem to have similar taste in books have you read this one? How about this one?

71. you look like you need help and I’m a professional roller/ice skater but I don’t want you to feel bad about how much you suck but wow you suck

72. You ordered your food before me and they gave you a drink you didn’t want so you gave it to me

73. We’re sitting at adjacent computers in the library and I’m taking extra care not to look at your screen out of respect but what the fuck do you keep laughing at

74. as a joke I yelled out “happy birthday to someone!” in this store and you called back “thank you!” who are you

75. You heard me talking about a TV show in class the other day and now you’re passionately yelling at me about how good it is we’ve never actually spoken before

76. It’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMMIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

77. We go to the same support group; I have social anxiety and you’re a kleptomaniac who sorta stole my heart

78. You thought you were alone at the bus stop so early in the morning so you started passionately singing Fall Out Boy but your Patrick Stump impression could use some work and I’m not really afraid to point that out

79. I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I drew you?

80. We’re rival up-and-coming singers and every time one of us releases a new single the other does a cover to try to make it better; we’re always trying to top each other and out-cute each other, but half our fans aggressively ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet because it’ll be popular; unfortunately now that we’re in the same studio and I’ve seen what you’re like I really wanna know what your lips feel like

81.PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT’S THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP

82. We were both stood up for dates at the same nice restaurant so we decide to eat together and split the check but I dunno you’re pretty interesting aside from your distractingly enormous eyebrows

83. We met at a mutual friend’s cheesy masquerade party and we agree that the only good thing about this party is the masks so you can’t judge a book by its cover only now that we’ve been talking I want to see your face but I don’t know how to ask

84. You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am

85.We pass each other every day while we’re biking on the same path so we’ve started smiling at each other and one day you’re stopped because you’re having an asthma attack so I offer you my extra water bottle and now we’re talking and now I’M the one who’s breathless

86.I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them

87.I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.

88. You've been sketching me for half an hour now, and just shuffled up to hand me the finished product and it's TERRIBLE but you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.

89.  I'm at an art exhibit and I just badmouthed the art, because I don't get it, okay? And it turns out you're the artist. I'm so sorry, maybe I could get you coffee and you could explain what it was supposed to be?

90. We're the only two people who turned up to an underground gig and it should be awkward, but the band is amazing and you asked me to dance and hey, there's nobody watching but us.

91.  You live in the apartment next to me. We're not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I'll make you a deal, I won't tell, if you let me pet it.

92.  I punched you because I thought you were insulting my friend, but it turns out you know each other and it was an inside joke and I'm so sorry, let me drive you to the hospital?

93. We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike

94. I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me

95.Our dick landlord just evicted us both

96.I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who  shares my name

97. You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating

98. Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his

99. It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked

100.Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough

Feel free to use any of these as your own! If you wanna request you could drop an inbox saying ‘ could you do ____ AU with this character’!

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Chapter Three - The Visitor

Summary: Freed and Laxus live incredibly different lives. Freed is a corporate lawyer in the capital city, and Laxus works as a handyman in a countryside hotel. Despite their differences, their lives collide when Freed inherits a house in Laxus’ village, and hires him to make the derelict building liveable. But the closer they get, the more they seem to offer each other. [Fraxus Multi-Chapter]

This was written as my admission for Fraxus Day 2020, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus​. This is the third chapter, and you can find the rest in the masterlist below.

You can read this under the cut, on Fanfiction, or on Archive of Our Own. You can find the chapter masterpost here.

Chapter Three – The Visitor

"Here. I wasn't entirely sure what you wanted, so I hope you don't mind black coffee with sugar."

As he spoke, Freed placed the coffee cup onto the splintering kitchen counter, taking a step back and looking down at Laxus. The blonde was lying face up under the sink, a wrench in one hand and a torch in the other. He made a slight noise of affirmation to let Freed know that he had heard him, but didn't make a move to leave his spot under the counter. Freed stepped back, watching the man with a slight raised eyebrow as he grunted.

A moment later, a creaking, snapping sound filled the quiet room and Laxus let out a sound of approval. The wrench was dropped, and after some further grunting and movements that Freed couldn't see, a large crack sounded. Freed winced, but Laxus seemed pleased with it.

"Ha," Laxus almost cheered as he shuffled from under the sink. "Got ya, rusty fucker."

After removing himself entirely from below the kitchen sink, Laxus presented a large curved piece of piping, made presumably out of tin but rusted to the point where it was unrecognizable. Flecks of orange dust fell from it as Laxus tossed it into the large bucket he was using in place of a trash can. He sat up straight, rolled his shoulders, and looked to Freed with a satisfied grin.

"Was working on the bastard all morning," Laxus explained. "And black coffee's great, thanks."

"I assume by the fact you've been working on a single piece of piping all day, we're progressing well?" Freed joked, laughing slightly resignedly at his statement. Laxus sent him an amused grin as he cracked his back and stood up.

"This was keeping them all in place," He nudged the bucket containing the pipe. "The rest 'll be a lot easier. I'll have them all out before lunch and the new ones in by mid-afternoon."

Freed nodded, silently thankful that actual noteworthy work was taking place. He had been in Magnolia for a week at this point, and he and Laxus had spent a lot of time together trying to make any real progress on the house. It was an overwhelming thing to start, and when Laxus had written out a full list of what needed to be done after he'd looked through the place for the first time, the task seemed practically undoable.

But they were working on it. They had decided to take things room by room, starting first on the kitchen as it was both an important room and needed the most work. It was a coin toss between starting there or in the bathroom, and Freed was fairly certain the deciding factor was Laxus' lack of trust for the upstairs floorboards.

The lawyer wondered if Laxus yet regretted it, given he now had a fifteen-minute walk to the nearest public bathroom.

Once they'd started, they'd gotten into a quick routine. Laxus had made it clear that he needed to prioritise his work at the hotel, given that was his more permanent job, and Freed had been fine with it. But apparently Fairy Tail was better managed than Freed had given them credit for, because there had only been two instances where Laxus had been called away from his work at the house, so they had actually managed to do a good amount of work so far.

Not that it looked like that, of course. The kitchen wasn't as derelict looking as it had before, but that was born out of practicality. Laxus couldn't do anything technical with bricks, shattered tiles and awful smelling trash bags covering the floors. Once it had been cleaned to a workable state, Laxus checked over the electrics and the gas to make sure that nothing was going to electrocute them or set off an explosion; he joked that it might damage the property value slightly had someone been enveloped in a fireball.

Freed laughed. Laxus had a good sense of humour.

The sink was the first thing he'd decided to work on. Already he'd installed new faucets, which were working as intended. Unfortunately, this had caused an issue in that the drainage pipe was completely corroded to the point where it was completely useless. This wouldn't have been a problem, had it not been for the fact the water pressure was so high that the faucets wouldn't turn off, and thus the kitchen was flooded with an inch of cold, slightly dirty water.

It hadn't been a good day, but at least it had confirmed that Laxus was the perfect employee for Freed. Because, as Freed angrily stomped through the water and snapped his anger at both the blonde and the room alike, Laxus had openly laughed at him and mocked him for getting so 'pissy about a little bit of water' and claimed 'you are definitely helping when we get to the toilet.'

Freed couldn't work with people who couldn't deal with his temper, as rare as he might show it.

"Didn't think you were gonna be here today," Laxus continued, picking up his coffee and raising it to his lips.

"Evergreen's train got delayed," Freed explained, drinking his own coffee; he would have preferred something a little more interesting, but branded coffee shops apparently hadn't broken into Magnolia yet. "I told her to get a taxi and come here, since she so clearly wants to see the place."

"You know you really ought to be more houseproud," Laxus said in a teasing tone. "A guy your age on the property ladder, ain't nothing to be ashamed of."

"My house is a large gust of wind away from being knocked over and making me liable for the manslaughter of an entire flock of sheep," Freed deadpanned. "And the only reason she's even considering coming here is purely so she can make fun of the fact I now have to deal with this place."

"You don't know that."

"Her last text said she 'was looking forward to seeing the house that the big bad wolf ignored because it was so shit no self-respecting pig would use it,'" Freed said, though a little smile did fight its way onto his face. "She has a habit of being oddly specific when she wants to annoy you or get under your skin. I think it's a trait in all prosecution lawyers. She won't be in here for long though, so don't worry. No doubt she'll start missing the luxuries of the city and demand I take her to the nearest branded store. Unfortunately for her that's a McDonalds, which she hates."

"You can tell you really like all yer friends," Laxus grinned. "The compliments are just flying out of ya."

"She's a wonderful person, but she's definitely a city girl," Freed chuckled. "She probably memorised the map of the subway before she saw an animal that wasn't a pet or in a zoo."

"Big talk coming from a guy who wears Armani to a building site," Laxus smirked, placing his empty coffee cup on the side counter. "You own any clothes that ain't a suit?"

"No," Freed said plainly, and Laxus looked shocked and amused in equal parts. "I wear them for work, I work most days and long hours. Why waste money on things I would only wear in my apartment?"

"I would pay a lot of money to see you in some ratty grass-stained jeans and a fraying old sweater," Laxus laughed, crouching down, and looking at the pipes again. "Just to see what your like without all that city-boy armour and shiny shoes."

Freed frowned a little at that.

He was being judged; that much was obvious. But the flippant way in which Laxus did it, as well as the lack of malice in his tone felt as though it wasn't with ill intent. There didn't seem to be any sense of class-based antagonism, rather just some kind of observation Laxus had made. Of course it was entirely possible that Freed was accustomed to arguments being open and without subtlety because of his work, and Laxus was actually-

"You wanna know how to take out a pipe?" Laxus spoke up again, cutting off Freed's thoughts. "Might save you some money on a plumber if you're ever having trouble at home."

"Of course," Freed said, forgetting the possible insult as he lowered himself to beside Laxus.

The blonde gave a quick explanation as to what Freed needed to do, and what everything under the sink was. There was no level of patronising to his words, and he didn't treat Freed with anything similar to kid gloves. Apparently Freed had proven his practical worth already, and Laxus saw him as something of an equal when it came to getting his hands dirty. He just needed to understand what he needed to do, and he could do it.

Freed found himself quite enjoying some of the practical work that Laxus was teaching him. He had no doubt he was getting the easy jobs – taking out the pipe only required the turning of a wrench at this point – but it was rather satisfying to do something like this.

If nothing else, it was a good distraction.

Under Laxus' instructions, Freed managed to remove the remaining rusted pipes from under the sink. This no doubt took longer than it would have if Laxus had done it himself, but the blonde had seemed willing to act as some kind of plumbing mentor to Freed when he felt it right. A small voice in Freed's mind told him that perhaps Laxus was doing so to get out of working himself, but he shut that thought down quickly. Without Laxus, the work wouldn't be getting done at all. And if Freed ever did need to do any plumbing in his actual life when he returned to the city, he would have the skills to do it himself.

After the pipes had been removed, they both left the shelter of the kitchen sink and stood up again. Laxus went to discard the useless plumbing while claiming he was going to call his supplier to check when the new pipes were coming in. Freed nodded, and walked to the front garden of the house to wash his hands; the hosepipe was working, and the grass was the closest thing to plumbing they had.

As the cold water removed the dirt, he heard a car approaching. The road, he'd found out, didn't lead to much past Albion House, and therefore few cars drove it. When he saw the Taxi's insignia, he smiled. Evergreen left the car a moment later.

"Freed," She shouted with a grin. "Well… holy shit! This is not what I expected."

"Is it better or worse than you thought," Freed smiled, looking over his shoulder at the house.

"I meant your clothes actually," Evergreen laughed, walking forward, and dragging her suitcase behind her. She looked over the house and smiled. "This is pretty much as crappy as I thought it would be, though."

Freed snapped his head up, having been looking down at his outfit and wondering what Evergreen meant. He wasn't wearing anything different from what he normally would, though he had left his jacket over the back of a chair in the kitchen, and he'd rolled his sleeves up so that he could work on the plumbing. But other than that, he wasn't any different to- why were his pants so stained? What even was it? Oil? Where had that come from?

"This is the most presentable part of it, I'm afraid," Freed said, trying not to focus on the oil.

The garden was cleaner than it had been when Freed first saw the house. Just as with the kitchen, practicality dictated that the garden be cleaned up to a point where it wasn't a hazard. There had been lots of thorns, thick grass, and uneven paving. Walking through it was bad enough, but when it came to the point where they needed to bring things into the house, it would be unusable.

Now, it was just an ugly patch of dirt with small patches of badly trimmed grass. Cleaning it, oddly, had been one of the most satisfying things he'd done. It also seemed to be what made Laxus respect his potential for practical skills. Freed was oddly effective with a chainsaw when called upon it.

And Laxus was rather… distracting while wielding a hatchet.

"Would you like a tour, so you can make your mocking accurate?" Freed suggested, snapping his eyes away from the mound of dried dirt. "Laxus is working today, but as long as you don't get in his way it won't matter."

"Sure," Evergreen grinned. "Anything to get away from the smell of manure. How do you deal with it?"

"I suppose I'm getting used to it," Freed shrugged.

He guided his friend into the house, and up the stairs to begin the tour. It didn't take long to show her all of the rooms, all the while explaining what he had planned for each of them while also pointing out anything that could either collapse or hurt her in some way. It was an annoyingly large list; Freed had forgotten just how much needed to be done on the upper floors. Hopefully, it wouldn't be as intricate as the work downstairs at least.

With every room they went into, Evergreen had a comment purpose built to annoy him; all of which he found annoyingly funny. Between the comments, she was informing him on the few things that he had missed both at work and personally. It was nice to have her here, even if just for the day.

"And, as I've mentioned, this is Laxus," Freed made a motion with his hand as they entered the kitchen. "Laxus this is- oh you're under the sink again."

"Give me a second," Laxus muttered from under the sink. He shifted out, standing upright, and looking towards Evergreen with a pleasant smile. "Hey, nice to meet ya. I'd shake your hand, but I've got rust and shit on it, don't wanna give you tetanus or anything."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," Evergreen smiled. "I hope you don't mean you've got literal shit on your hands."

"Well, I don't think so," Laxus laughed. "But I'm pretty sure a bird was living in the sink at some point, so bird crap is a real possibility."

Evergreen laughed, and Freed found himself smiling slightly. He didn't question why, and instead walked to the shoddy old table that was barely standing, picking up his suit jacket from the chair it was resting on and slipping his arms through it. As they walked through the house, Freed had realised that the charm of the rotting old house – her words, not his – was wearing thin, and she would want to go into the town again. He planned on taking her to a nice tea room, a perfect little middle-class café that she would love. Freed had visited it when the coffee shop had been closed on Sunday; Laxus had recommended it. It was good.

They probably wouldn't allow him to get inside in the state he was in. He really had to wonder exactly how he had gotten in such a state of disrepute. He was normally rather image conscious, as was required of a lawyer. How he'd gotten covered in oil – if that's what it was – was something he couldn't yet fathom.

"We should leave you to your work," Freed interjected as he shucked his jacket to have it better rest on his shoulders. "If you need anything, you know how to reach me."

"Sure," Laxus nodded, reaching for a towel, and rubbing his hands. "Have fun, and it was nice meeting ya Evergreen."

"You too," Evergreen smiled.

After saying their goodbyes, Freed guided Evergreen out of the house and towards the car that he had hired for his time in Magnolia; getting taxis to and from the house every day would be impractical. They climbed into the car together – he even had oil on his face, he realised when he glanced at the mirror – and Freed started the engine.

"I need to go to my room before we go anywhere, make myself more presentable," Freed explained as they left the driveway.

"Sure, that's absolutely fine," Evergreen said, her voice smugger than Freed wanted it to be. "You make yourself nice looking, we'll get some tea and scones, get into a private little corner of the tea room, and then we can talk about the handsome little treat that you've hired for yourself."

Freed's hands clenched around the steering wheel, and let out an annoyed sigh. He supposed this was inevitable.

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The tea rooms were almost painfully middle-class. They wouldn't look at all out of place were they in a soft crime drama shown in the early afternoon of a Sunday. Tablecloths were neatly strewn across tables, with ornate china set before each customer. The smell of freshly baked pastries and cakes, and the gentle heat of a teapot placed before them was a nice treat for Freed's senses; particularly after a morning of smelling mould and dried out dirt.

It would have been ideal, had it not been for the company.

While driving back from the house, Evergreen hadn't been even slightly subtle with her enjoyment of the situation. She was… a good friend to Freed, but often used that position to strongarm her way into his life a little too far. Bickslow did it too, and no doubt that, had he been there with them, he would be just as joyful as Evergreen was.

Freed didn't understand why she was fixating on Laxus in the way she was. Yes, the man was handsome in a conventional way. Yes, they did have something of a rapport between them. Yes, Freed had once confessed he had an odd attraction to men of practicality.

Oh dear god, she was going to be unendurable.

As a member of the staff brought them over their orders – two teas, a slice of chocolate gateau and a cheese scone – Evergreen began grinning unabashedly at Freed. The lawyer looked back at his colleague with an unimpressed expression as he cut into his food. He hoped that his uninterest and distain for what she was doing would be enough of a deterrent to stop her from bringing up Laxus, but obviously luck wasn't on his side.

"Your workman seems nice," She smiled, leaning forward and picking up her teacup. "How did you meet?"

"He works for the hotel," Freed said simply. "He wants to expand his portfolio, I needed assistance. It made sense."

"Well, he certainly seems to be filling your briefs," Evergreen grinned – and oh dear, she was making pseudo-sexual puns. Unendurable indeed. "Almost as well as he was filling out that shirt he was wearing, actually. You could actually see his-"

"I think it's best we begin this conversation by setting up some ground rules for how we can converse when it comes to Mr Dreyar," Freed began, ignoring the muttered 'lawyer voice' under Evergreen's breath. "You may not objectify him, whether in his presence or not. You may not do or say anything to him that would make him uncomfortable or consider ending his employ with me. You may also not imply anything about our relationship, which I feel the need to add, is entirely platonic. He is my employee, we get along well enough, but there is nothing more than that," Freed then glared a little. "And I do not have a lawyer voice. Stop telling people that I do."

"I'll agree to the first two terms without addendum, so long as the latter too are stricken from the record," Evergreen spoke in an actual 'lawyer voice,' unlike Freed, who only had one voice. "Because that is an infringement of both my freedom of speech-"

"Oh for goodness sake."

"My freedom of speech," Evergreen repeated calmly. "As well as a flagrant disregard of my god given right-"

"You're an atheist."

"To annoy my best friend in whatever way possible," Evergreen concluded, and Freed attempted to chastise her with a levelled expression.

"Bickslow is my best friend," Freed said flatly. "You just won't leave me alone."

"If you'd like I can call Bickslow and we can see how he reacts to finding out you've hired the reincarnation of Adonis and made him work on your faulty plumbing, putting him at a high chance of getting wet while he wears jeans tight enough to show off the crease of his ass."

"You're objectifying him again," Freed said, a little firmer this time. "And how closely were you looking?"

"I retract my previous comment," Evergreen nodded, but then smiled without malice and laughed to herself. "Do you think anybody else thinks that our little lawyer arguments are as funny as we do?"

"I doubt it," Freed said, grinning.

They both relaxed into their seats, and Freed brought a small piece of the gateau to his lips. He had been to a good many of the luxurious patisseries in the city, and this was seemingly a good rival for their infinitely more expensive cakes. Though, he wasn't anywhere near an expert on baking, and had someone who knew what they were doing tasted it they could no doubt list off everything wrong with it. But Freed didn't care about that. Those people were miles away.

Evergreen slowly began to nibble away at her own food, and they fell into a comfortable quiet. It was something Freed appreciated with his friends, that they could both allow for silence without seeing it as conversational failure. Their jobs were stressful, it was nice that they could be allowed to decompress around one another.

Though, he knew that Evergreen's teasing wouldn't end. It was just pushed back temporarily.

For a while, that was true. They spoke pleasantly about what Freed had missed while in Magnolia; not much, really. The most interesting thing was that Bickslow had gotten a new case where he would be suing the city for the treatment of children in state funded care homes. Evergreen hadn't been able to give many details of this, however, as they worked for different offices; Bickslow had long since left corporate law and was working for a children's charity as legal counsel. It worked for him, even with a significant pay cut. It was an admirable thing to do.

Unfortunately, news from the city was a limited distraction, and eventually the topic of Freed's new workman reared its ugly head.

"So, let's talk about Laxus," Evergreen began with a smile.

"If we must," Freed gently placed down his fork with a sigh.

"He seems like a nice man," She spoke with an insulation in her voice, but Freed didn't care enough to find out what exactly it was insinuating. "A good sense of humour, he seems to take problems in his stride, good with a tool," Freed raised an eyebrow in warning. "I meant wrenches and hammers and the like. No need to get defensive."

"I wasn't being defensive, I was just maintaining the 'no objectifying' part of our agreement," Freed replied, calmly. "And wondering where exactly you're going with this."

"Well, he's your type," Evergreen shrugged. "I was only joking about you hiring him because of his looks, you know. But, if you wanted to try something with him, I can see why."

"You spoke to him for less than five minutes; you hardly know anything about him."

"I know that you're still here, so you must like him a little bit. Even if it's just platonically," Evergreen smiled. "You're a workaholic Freed, the fact you had a day off to deal with the house at all is kind of surprising. And now you've nearly had two weeks here, and I know that's mainly because of the house but, if you couldn't stand Laxus or he just wasn't interesting, then you would have come back to the city by now."

"So you're implying I should start a relationship with a man because he isn't annoying me to the point where I'll leave him alone in my property just to get away from him?" Freed laughed slightly. "Your view on relationships is concerning."

"Fine fine," Evergreen waved a hand. "I'll let it go. But you could do a lot worse."

Freed, thankful that the topic had been abandoned, lifted the tables teapot into the air to fill his cup again. For the rest of the afternoon tea, they spoke about everything and nothing. Freed, as petty as it might have been, decided to inquire into Evergreen's own relationship status. This was made significantly easier when he saw her eyes wander to a waiter while they were talking. Oddly, after that, she was rushing her drink and wanted to leave. She was red as well.

Her return train was soon arriving at the station, so Freed decided to drive her there rather than making her get another taxi. The traffic was forgiving, meaning that they didn't need to rush. As they walked towards the station, Evergreen hooked her hand between Freed's arm.

"I know you don't like talking about it, but how are you?"

Freed paused for a moment, before speaking. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Evergreen said in an insistent tone. "Because it's okay if you're struggling, or if you don't know-"

"I'm fine," Freed repeated.

"She was your mother, Freed," Evergreen said in a tone so gentle that Freed found himself wishing for the return of her teasing about Laxus. "I know you're not the most… open man with your emotions, but it's overwhelming."

"It's not like we were close," Freed shrugged a little as he spoke. "I'm not going to have a break down because of it. I'll grieve, I'll visit her grave, and I'll be sad. But I won't become an inconsolable mess."

"You can call me if you need to," Evergreen promised, and Freed smiled.

"Your train is coming," He said in response.

Evergreen sighed, accepting that Freed wasn't going to stop being defensive about the situation. She leant up and kissed the man on the cheek, allowing him to do the same in place of a goodbye. She quickly walked towards the train and climbed aboard it, and Freed watched as she left. He smiled, watching as the train went but deciding not to wave as it left. It was pointless to do so, she wouldn't see him. It wasn't that his hand was shaking slightly.

Swallowing slightly, he turned and began to walk back to his car. He busied his mind with the plans of what he would do tomorrow with the house. He didn't have long left before returning to the city, he had to make it count. As he walked, his finger drew patterns on his palm, a habit he started after his father's death, and thought he'd stopped.

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[thatanimenerd101]

Hoodies

Paring: Tamaki x female reader.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Just fluff and SFW

Time taken: 3 hours.

Tag list @tryna-imagine @tooloudarts @zyrielwolf @queensynderella @secondhand-trash (please tell me how my writing is, I want some feedback. Also I love all the support, and unfortunately my work isn’t being put out there. I have been shadow banned, but it won’t stop my from posting!)

“Hey Siri play love songs!”

“Now playing Perfect by Ed Sheeran.”

You and him had been dating since your third year in high school at UA. You’d had been a support course student, your main job was fixing and development of new support items. You knew about his work study with Fat Gum so you asked Miro to pass a message to him. You knew he was shy and didn’t like talking to new people.

That however, was almost five years ago.These days, he was still a bit shy around new people but he knew that all he had to do was pretend they were puppies or something cute.

It was a cool day in autumn, your favorite season of the year. You liked watching the trees change and it was a good excuse to steal Tamaki’s hoodies more often. Every time he saw you in one of his hoodies, he would blush and smile at you. You decided to wear one of his hoodies, a purple and white on with a small butterfly on it. Along with some jeans and some heeled boots. The boots made a tad taller than him but hey, you looked cute. Taking out your phone you posed in front of your mirror. *Click* And sent to Tamaki. In your phone his contact name was 🦋Butterfly babe🥰

🦋Butterfly babe🥰 has sent a message.

You look really cute today.

04:30 pm

I mean your always cute but you look

extra cute wearing my hoodie.

04:32pm

You could see the flustered expression that was on his face. You knew that when he tried to flirt through texting, his face would go all red and cute. But you decided not to tease him about it, he would still be at work for another few hours.

Thank you honey, I really love wearing this one. It’s like you're right next to me and we are cuddling. Are we still going on our walk in the park tonight?

04:40pm

*New message*

Yes we are still on for our weekly walk in the park. I have to get back to work now. I love you bunny.

04:43pm

I love you too my butterfly ❤️

04:45pm

You had about four hours to kill so you grab your purse and run some errands. You had a lot to do, food shopping, picking up clothes from the dry cleaning and trying to find a certain part you wanted for a new support item for the flame hero.

The time was finally eight o’clock, just in time because you were heading to the park and you and your boyfriend would take a walk in once a week at least. He knew you liked looking at the stars and there was almost no one else to ease drop. This is the park you had your first date at, first kiss. A lot of good memories, a few bad ones too. You remembered the one day a fan tried to ease dropping on your conversation, that ended up with you getting pissed off and almost punching them. You had a temper when it came to things like that, good thing your boyfriend calmed you down and all of you settled the matter. Good thing this didn’t get out to the media, Tamaki hated dealing with the media, they would take someone’s words and twist them making it their own.

You chucked at the thought of when the media picked up that Suneater had a girlfriend. They were shocked and some didn’t believe it until he said it himself on live tv. But he refused to give out your name or anything about you. This man didn’t want the villains knowing who you were so he just said when he was asked about it, “I’m happy with my current relationship, that is all the details I will be giving.”

You looked up and your eyes met with his. Intertwining your hands together as the two of you smiled.

“How was work?” You kissed his cheek, this made him blush. He wouldn’t give much PDA but at home he was a cuddle bug.

“Long but it was mainly just paperwork today.”

You nodded and you both walked in silence. You would occasionally point out constellations to tamaki and tell him everything you knew about them. All he could do is stare into your beautiful eyes in aw. He loved you and he was about to do something that would change everything.

He stopped walking.

“Y/n?” You almost did not hear him.

“Yes Tama?” You gave him a loving hand squeeze to assure him.

“Will you close your eyes?” You nodded and closed your eyes.

“Don’t open them until I say you can.” He whispered in your ear.

You smiled and nodded. Little did you know that there was someone hiding behind a tree with a camera. He let you to under a tree, you could hear the leaves under your feet. You couldn’t see but all you knew was that there was light coming from somewheres.

Tamaki got down on one knee after he fixed one of the fairy lights in the tree. He pulled out a small blue box.

“You can open your eyes, bunny.” You slowly opened your eyes and gasped, putting your hand over your mouth.

“Tamaki.”

“Y/n l/n we have been together since high school and I really want you to be in my life forever. It has taken me over a year to gain the courage to ask you this question, will you do me that honor of becoming my wife by marrying me and maybe someday having a family with me?” He opened the box revealing a diamond ring with a small butterfly engraved on it. You could tell he was nervous, you eyes filled up with tears. You heard a sound but decided to ignore it.

“Yes! Yes I will!” You hugged him tightly, a little bit too tight. You then heard it again. It was a camera clicking. He must’ve hired a photographer for this moment. He put the ring on your left ring finger and you two kissed.

“I was so scared you were going to say no.”

“I would never say no to you, you are my butterfly and I love you.”

The photographer came out from the tree and showed you both the pictures he took. He said that he would mail them to you once he edited them which would take a few weeks.

On the way home you remembered something. He said it took him over a year to ask you. I guess he did put a lot of thought into it. At least you two can have fun planning a wedding in the future. But for now, just live in this moment.

The rest of the night you spend cuddling and exchanging kisses.

Nothing else could be perfect, I mean he’s wearing one of your hoodies and you're wearing his to sleep. It was common for you both to sleep in each other’s clothes but now came the topic of children.

“Instead of having our own child, why don’t we consider adopting? There’s so many kids out there that don’t have a family.” You yawned and looked at the clock. It was almost one am.

“Maybe bunny, but for now let’s get some sleep.” He kissed your cheek and held you to his chest.

“Okay, I love you.” You said drifting off to sleep.

Hey everyone, it’s me, I hope this finds you well. I just wanna tell you that I’m hoping to write a shinso and Kirishima fic in the next few weeks. Then I may write a Hawks, he seems to be more popular when I write for him. My ask box is always open, I need ideas for writing. Plus I have lots of snacks to eat while I’m writing and cute animals to pet. I have two cats and a dog that keep me company when I write.

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[camillemontespan]

ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part twenty three: home]

Master List

A/N: A slow-ish chapter. We’re nearing the finish line with this series! 

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Bianca, Savannah and Gisele were sat around the Walker’s kitchen table, each of them eyeing Drake and Camille who were standing by the kitchen counter, looking quite nervous. 

Gisele and Savannah had a feeling why Drake and Camille had asked for a meeting and they both hoped it would be good news ; Savannah especially. All she had wanted for her brother all this time had been happiness and peace. Although she hadn’t approved of the way Drake and Camille had started up their relationship again, she did like how happy Drake was when he was with her - and that was worth everything.

Bianca was suspicious. ‘Do I need alcohol?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gisele tittered, keeping her hand on her bag; she had brought champagne just in case.

Drake exhaled. He turned to Camille. ‘Do you wanna tell them?’ he asked her softly.

‘Oooh, let me guess.. You’re moving in together!’ Bianca interrupted, waving her hands in the air. ‘My baby boy is finally flying the nest and settling down!’

‘Mom..’ Drake groaned.

‘Oooh, oooh! I know!’ Bianca continued, too excited to listen. ‘You’re officially together! Boyfriend and girlfriend-’

‘We’re having a baby,’ Camille interrupted, her voice high pitched. She was clenching Drake’s hand tightly and she had a look of sheer panic on her face. Drake kept his eyes on his mother the whole time.

He saw shock first; her eyes widened and her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. Then her smile began to form, slowly at first, before turning into a wide, genuine grin. She bolted to her feet, tears welling up in her eyes and she rushed towards the couple, screaming at the top of her voice: ‘My baby boy is having a baby!’

Savannah and Gisele were on their feet too, laughing and crying as they felt relief. They had both hoped Camille would decide to keep the baby. Bianca grabbed Camille and kissed her over and over on both cheeks, smothering her. When she let her go, Bianca pulled Drake into her to do the same thing. 

‘Lucky I brought champagne!’ Gisele crowed, brandishing the bottle. ‘This calls for Veuve Clicquot!’ She eyed Camille. ‘Water for you, mon cheri!’ 

Savannah brought champagne glasses out from the cupboard, nudging her hip against Drake’s as she passed him. He gave her an embarrassed smile but his eyes were sparkling. He was happy. Her brother was finally happy. 

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‘So, your usual? Caramel macchiato?’ Liam asked, pressing a kiss on top of Riley’s head.

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at the menu. ‘Nah,’ she said. ‘I want something different today… ooh, the chilli hot chocolate sounds amazing. That one. And a brownie.’

Liam grinned. ‘Whatever you want.’

Riley gave him a wink and left him to find a table in the bustling coffee shop. Liam joined the line, watching Riley as she found a table by the corner. 

They had been seeing each other ever since their karaoke night. It had actually been Riley who initiated seeing him again; Liam had been too nervous to do anything. He had felt it was too soon to see another woman after Camille, but he found that he couldn’t stop thinking about Riley. Just when he was summoning courage to text her, a text had come through from Riley herself: ‘Are you busy Saturday night? Mojitos are calling my name! Riley x’

So they had gone out for mojitos and then breakfast the following day. 

Now, they had been dating for a month and Liam was happy. Everyday with Riley was an adventure, literally. They would be out having coffee and then Riley would tell him that she had heard of a bar disguised as a book shop and they had to go, or she had found a flower market in Greenwich Village, or she needed to check out a vintage shop. She would take him on these adventures, seeing things in New York that he had never seen before, and Liam found that he loved it.

His phone rang in his pocket. Liam took it out, noting with surprise that it was Camille. He hesitated about answering it but then decided to be nice.

‘Hello?’

‘Liam, it’s Camille..’

Her voice was halting, nervous. Liam could feel his heart beating hard against his chest; he didn’t know why she was calling him. She had no reason to call him. She was in Texas. 

‘Hey Camille,’ he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m good, how are you?’

Liam cast a look over at Riley. He smiled. ‘I’m good too.’

Awkward pause.

‘Camille, why are you calling me?’ he asked. ‘I’m kinda busy-’

‘I just wanted to let you know, in case you heard from Olivia or Hana, that I’m not coming back to New York,’ she said quickly. ‘I, um.. I’m with Drake now. I wanted to be the first to tell you that.. well.. ‘

God, she sounded like she was going to throw up. Liam sighed. ‘Camille, breathe. What’s up? What do you need to tell me?’

Painful silence.

‘Camille, I’m in the line at the coffee shop, I’m nearly at the front so-’

‘I’m pregnant.’

Liam stopped talking. His heartbeat rapidly sped up. Oh god. Oh god. Was it his? Was he the father. He couldn’t have a baby, not right now! He was seeing Riley! He was living in New York, actually living instead of living to work. He was enjoying life, he was enjoying this new version of himself- 

‘It’s Drake’s,’ she said in a small voice. ‘I’m having Drake’s baby. And I guess I wanted you to know. I know we’re not going to see each other again but just in case you found out from other people.. Well, I didn’t want that to happen. So, I’m being honest with you. I’m still sorry for how everything turned to shit, if I had done anything differently, it would have been not treating you like crap-’

As Camille word vomited, Liam stole a glance at Riley who was now petting a dog who had inched close to her, wanting attention. Liam’s heart felt full. He was happy. He was moving on. 

‘Congratulations,’ Liam said simply. 

Camille stopped talking. 

Liam smiled now. He didn’t care. He genuinely didn’t. Sure, he was happy for Camille but in terms of how everything had happened between them.. Well, he was over it now. 

‘Liam-’

‘Honestly, Camille, I’m happy for you,’ he said. ‘I wish you luck. You’ll be a great mom.’

‘Thank you, Li,’ Camille replied. Liam could hear the warmth in her voice as she realised he held no ill will towards her. ‘How are you? How’s work? You seeing anyone?’

Liam chuckled. ‘I am actually. Her name’s Riley. She likes mojitos.’

He didn’t know why he had told Camille that.

Camille giggled. ‘Girl after my own heart,’ she joked. 

They both laughed easily. Liam’s heart stopped beating rapidly and he felt his shoulders loosen. He felt calm and at peace. 

‘Give my congratulations to Drake,’ he told her gently. ‘I’m sure it was a shock but hey, you guys have history and love there. More than we ever had.’ 

‘I will,’ Camille murmured.

‘Is Gisele over the moon?’ he asked.

‘Oh my God, she’s so excited,’ Camille told him. ‘Like.. she’s already trying to think of French names.’

Liam laughed. ‘Of course she is.’

The barista called out ‘Next!’

‘Ah, I got to go,’ Liam said. ‘But thank you for telling me. I appreciate it.’

‘Thank you for understanding,’ Camille replied gently. 

Liam smiled. ‘Thank you for telling me.’

They hung up. Liam ordered Riley’s chilli hot chocolate and brownie and a latte for himself. When the drinks were ready, he carried them over to the table, setting them down carefully. Riley watched him with wary eyes.

‘That phone call looked serious for a moment..’ she said. ‘Everything okay?’

Liam nodded. ‘It was Camille. She’s pregnant.’

‘What?!’ Riley shrieked, causing some customers to look over at her. She didn’t care. ‘Oh my god, is it yours? It’s yours, isn’t it? You knocked her up and now you’re gonna be a dad-’

Liam chuckled. ‘No,’ he said. ‘It’s Drake’s.’

Riley stared at him in disbelief before breaking her shocked silence. ‘Jesus, it seems like Drake and Camille always have drama..’

Liam shrugged. ‘I’m happy for them. Seriously. Let bygones be bygones.’

Riley rolled her eyes but she still smiled, accepting Liam’s peace. She raised her hot chocolate. ‘To you being child free!’ she joked.

Liam laughed and clinked his cup against hers. ‘To being child free!’

Riley grinned and sipped her hot chocolate, not realising that she now had a chocolate moustache. Liam chuckled and leaned across to wipe her upper lip with his finger; Riley kept her eyes on him, a blush blooming on her cheeks. 

Liam felt his heart leap in his chest.

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Camille could feel the panic rising in her chest as she scrolled through property listings. She had filtered the results, instead focusing on actual houses. Apartments were a no-go; not with a baby on the way. But as she looked through the results, she could see now that they did not have the budget for any of them. Camille had savings but not enough for the properties she was looking at.

She slammed the laptop screen down and pulled her legs up to her chest. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she started to cry. She was bringing a baby into this world with no security. She didn’t have a job yet and she doubted that anybody would hire a pregnant woman. Drake and Camille wanted their own space and it didn’t seem fair to move into the ranch, where Bianca, Savannah and Bartie lived. It would be too much.

Camille often got too inside her head. While she could be easygoing most of the time, she had a serious side. She was a worrier. When things got too much, she broke down. 

‘Camille?’

She jumped at the sound of Drake’s voice. She hastily wiped her eyes and looked up to find him at her bedroom door; they had been staying with Gisele while her hip continued to heal, making themselves useful so she wouldn’t have to do too much. 

‘Hey Drake..’ she mumbled.

Drake’s eyes were filled with concern. He entered the room and settled down on her bed, taking her hand. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘We don’t have the budget for any of these houses!’ she wailed. ‘All of these places are beautiful and they’re so expensive! I don’t want to impose on Bianca but where are we going to live? I can’t raise a baby in a crappy apartment! We’ll need space and light and a garden-’

‘Shh, baby,’ Drake interrupted. ‘Breathe.’

Camille took a deep, shaking breath. Drake gently opened her laptop and scrolled through the results, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

‘Okay, well, for one thing, we don’t need five bedrooms..’ he said. ‘Unless you plan to have a whole football team of babies which, FYI, I am totally fine with.’

Camille sniffled. She watched as Drake changed the filters to a two-three bedroom house with outside space. The results changed dramatically. Smaller houses, yes, but on budget. 

‘It seems as though you have grand ideas for houses,’ Drake joked. ‘You’re such an Upper East Side New Yorker.’

Camille giggled now, feeling a little lighter. ‘I thought you would want a big space like the ranch,’ she explained. 

Drake shrugged. ‘That would be awesome,’ he said, ‘but not necessary right now.’

He continued to scroll, bringing up houses, but none called out to him. Camille snuggled into his chest, letting his steady heartbeat calm her down. He always calmed her down. 

Drake’s breath caught. He clicked on a property and a smile spread on his face.

‘I’ve found it,’ he said.

It was a large house built from light stone and timber. Three bedrooms. A winding front path bordered by flowers. The living room was open and airy, complete with a stone fireplace that Drake could see Camille curling up in front of with a glass of wine and a book. The kitchen was big with an island; their kids could sit at it and watch Drake prepare dinner. The bedrooms were filled with sunlight. At the back of the house was a large garden that was just begging for a treehouse and barbeques. Beyond that was a gate that opened out onto green fields, perfect for endless summer days and kids playing until the sun went down. 

Drake could feel his heart racing as he imagined what this house could offer. 

‘This is it,’ he whispered. ‘This is our home.’

#drake x camille

[daydreaming-jessi]

Lmao guess who’s dealing with an existential crisis so she decided to write more for the Beetlejuice cat au???? If you wanna see the previous posts then just go to the shoggoth au tag on me blog kk

So, now Charles and Delia go from having 0 cats in the house to suddenly having 5.

It’s worse than the sudden ghosts

Because! Charles is allergic to cats! Emily was allergic to dogs, it’s why they never had any pets in the house before.

But he can’t exactly say no he’s seen shoggoth bring Lydia down from sudden panic attacks in like ten minutes and the kittens just lessen the panic attacks altogether!

Delia points out that the house aura has never felt better than when the cats were there. He sighs a heavy dad sigh and resigns to like twenty years of constantly taking Benadryl. (Shoggoth has also declared him a perfect nap lap and he also seems to be doing so much better mentally with the cats around. He likes seeing the kittens trample over each other after string sue him)

Barb and Adam are ecstatic!! Barb just adores animals! She had all kinds growing up, like snakes, lizards, fish, dogs, rodents, ferrets, and especially cats!!

I personally think she may have grown up on a farm, thus was constantly around animals (and doing hard work making her ultra strong).

Adam is more into bugs and snakes, but he loved fostering cats whenever he and barb took in a batch of christmas kittens, and these guys are so! Smart! Shoggoth has figured out how to open the attic door to sunbathe in the windows in the afternoon and the kittens have learned how to fetch! For them! When they need something for their town model!!!! (They of course are specially made for the model)

They name one kitten Patchie because it’s just so splotchy with it’s black and white fur and looks like a mini version of his mom but like a printer ran out of ink while making him. Beej tells them they are the most basic people he’s ever known and he loves them

Delia loves the cats, shoggoth will supervise Delia’s morning yoga everyday, sometimes joining in her own kitty way, and the kittens jumble up everywhere in the kitchen and garden whenever she is working in there, But one kitten... one kitten!

Delia swears they have some strange competition going on! This kitten pops out of nowhere and scares the daylights out of her every time! It is exactly like Lydia! (Lyds, Beetlejuice, stop laughing, it’s true!)

Lydia grins deviously and names this lil tabby brown lad Azazel. Beej cackles in the background while Delia is a lil confused.

But there’s this other fluffy black kitten with the most gorgeous dark eyes, and it reminds her so much of Lydia as well, so she names that little baby Circe. Lydia and Beej secretly think this is the coolest thing ever. Charles just smiles fondly and is ever more grateful for this eccentric lady that has become a part of their lives. Adam and barb think Delia is a delight (lol)

But there’s one kitten. One lil tabby black girl that’s just... dumb.

Like, you never think cats can be dumb, they’re so graceful and elegant and just.... smart! But this one kitten...

Shoggoth seems to always be supervising this kitten and yet it still gets in trouble. She’s managed to lock herself in the guestroom closet twenty two times- make that twenty three. (Charles get the coat hanger, she’s done it again!)

This kitten doesn’t seem to be mentally lacking behind her brothers and sister, she just... doesn’t seem to think things through.

Whenever someone takes a bath she wants into the bathroom, and she’ll want to sit in their laps while they’re in the bath so she’ll jump in without realizing that the human is... in a bath. Of water. Many times a soggy black shadow will sprint down the stairs away from the bathroom while someone in there laughs.

Beej took it upon himself to name this kitten.

“Her name... is Beef.”

“... Beej that is the worst name I’ve ever heard.”

“No, no, my mother is the one that’s come up with the worst name ever and that’s calling your son Beetlejuice instead of Lawrence in front of everyone they know forever sealing his fate as beetlejuice.”

“.... Beej you okay?”

“I am never okay Lyds.”

Beef is a special kitten that Shoggoth seems to stretch herself thin trying to keep in check. The parents can relate when this cat comes into the living room at night looking haggard and crashing on the nearest soft surface to pass out for twelve hours away from her kids currently crowded on lydia’s bed.

Many of lydias photography now include dozens of pictures of the cats (and pics Beej had a hand in choreographering). The cats being goofy, the cats being majestic, shoggoth is a star in many creepy photos, being a cat that just screams bad luck with her one eye and crooked tail, there’s one of Delia about to be scared by azazel that always cracks lyds up

Lydia feels her aesthetic is complete when she goes out walking five cats on harnesses wearing full mourning clothes and her camera while electric green haired Beej follows wearing college sweatshirts and jogger handmedowns from Charles. What is this aesthetic? Hell if she knows.

If you can’t find Beej anywhere he’s most likely where the cats are. He loves to nap in the sun with shoggoth, he loves slinking around the shadows with azazel, he loves playing with patchie in the wood shavings of the maitlands model town carving, he loves drifting after beef as she gets in mischief. Sometimes he’ll be sitting down and suddenly the cats all climb on top of him and take a nap, and he’s just still and suddenly at peace and doesn’t need to do anything else. He just, really loves these cats.

It’s kind of scary for him, since they have a much shorter life span than breathers do, and he’s not entirely sure where animals go when they die. He’ll get really quiet sometimes thinking about death and how suddenly it can change his entire life when before it was basically all he knew. He feels much better when shoggoth begins grooming his crazy hair and Lydia shows him another breather thing or Delia asks him to go shopping with her, or the maitlands ask him questions about ghost things, or Charles shows Beej another cool house he’s selling.

Head cannons of Beetlejuice now lives with the deetz time

Everyone... tries to get used to beetlejuice. Delia makes the most surprising progress. Within two days she’s calling Beej Lawrence and both him and Lydia are helping her make breakfast in the morning before he helps her with her garden and dusting her crystal collection. She’s pretty much adopted him like she instantly adopted Lydia when Charles hired her.

Charles has some reservations. This guy tried to marry his daughter, chased him and Delia out of their house, getting him fired from his job, and tried to kill him several times. But then he sees what Delia sees.

And what did Delia see?

A kid. Just, a kid that was really badly abused by his mom. He has abandonment issues from losing his dad and basically learned that the only way to get people to be nice to is by manipulating them. People don’t love you, Lawrence, you’re a useless mess of a boy that’s good for nothing and has no friends. Love is not for people like you.

Charles joins the Beej protection squad lyds and Delia have formed pretty quickly after that.

It’s harder for Adam and barb. They both are still a little scared of Beej. They would be cool with him, but he harassed them a lot before. Lydia can’t blame them but she also knows that Beej struggles to understand personal boundaries and really does have a big crush on them. Lydia is helping Beej better understand personal space (she had a tough time with it too when she was younger) and he’s learning to not force himself on others quite so much.

Beej really does like the maitlands, they’re stable, really in love with each other, actually genuinely nice, they’re kind of the coolest couple of newlydeads he’s ever met. He... wants to be a part of that. But he’s not completely sure how to join that. His usual tactic of overtly sexual actions usually work all the time, but not here. They enjoy... genuine affection??? Who??? What??? What do you mean you like me for my personality my personality is depressed garbage?

Lydia is relieved. No more keeping secrets from her family. Her pseudo brother best friend is now summoned again, being on his best behavior and allowed to stay with them and is now also healing from his mom troubles, and she has five cats now. Nice. Dead mom would love this new family Lydia and Charles made themselves. They love it too.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Lydia and Beej haven’t given up their favorite pastime.

Whenever Delia and Charles are out, and the maitlands are busy up in the attic, the two share an evil grin, and start to call some numbers, ready to hear that beautiful sound once more.

Now with the added bonus of cat yowls and howls. That really freaks people out.

What? Just because he’s getting over trauma and is a part of a loving family doesn’t mean Beej is a better person now. It just means his mom isn’t holding him back anymore >:3

So... what happens when Juno comes back wanting revenge on her no good son?

Lemme know if y’all wanna hear anymore of this au or have ideas of your own I’m kinda on a beetlejuice kick rn lol

#beetleb@bes dni plz #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #lydia deetz #charles deetz #delia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #shoggoth au #beetlelands #uh oh did i leave a cliffhanger #do i support beej and lydia being on the spectrum? yes. hes also adhd

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Catching Feelings 7/? (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for   escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget   her ex. Neither of them are expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6)

Author’s Notes: Well, this took me a while. Don’t you just hate when real life gets in the way? Anyway, here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Wordcount: 3463

Warnings: smut (powerplay; choking); mentions of alcohol.

Steph licked her lips as she watched Keanu standing before her completely naked with the exception of the black collar around his neck, the dark color making such a nice contrast with his tanned skin. Especially with the way he kept his head ducked, eyes downcast like a naughty boy waiting to be punished. The thought of it gave it a thrill.

She never thought of herself as particularly dominant. And definitely not in bed. Sure, she made sure to let everyone know what she thought and wanted; and not only in the bedroom. Steph actually lost a few jobs due to her unwillingness to compromise to certain things for sake of a director’s vision.

And in the bedroom more often than not the boyfriends she had had over the years would only half-listen when she asked for something, giving specific instructions. Kevin used to hate it and once again Steph wondered how she dated him for so long when now she could see they were terrible for each other.

Such a contrast to what she felt with Keanu. It was like they just clicked together. Two pieces of a puzzle. Their needs complimented each other so well. His eagerness to please being perfect for her assertive behavior.

Even their fantasies seemed to match because even though Steph never really thought about having someone on a collar and leash for her, having Keanu like this; seeing the trust he had on her made Steph aroused by the prospect.

To be fair, after a month with only her memories and her hands to bring her release, just having Keanu there, being able to smell that beloved combination of leather and metal scent that seemed to be ingrained in his skin from working in that bike shop, was enough to kindle that fire deep inside her.

To feel his touch, taste his lips made every nerve-end burn with need and all Steph wanted was to have Keanu fuck her senseless so she could relearn his body, recommit to her memory the feel of him inside her completing her so perfectly.

She tugged gently on the leash making Keanu moan, his lids fluttering, his hands fisting next to his body and she smirked, turning to the bed and leading the way towards it. Steph could practically feel his hungry gaze on her ass and the temptation of just getting on all fours and let him fuck her senseless nearly won over, but she wanted to enjoy her present.

Pushing him on the bed, Steph got on top of him, kissing him softly, tasting the cigarette he must had had earlier. She brought his hands to her thighs, wordless telling he could touch all he wanted as she trailed kissed down his jaw and neck, making her way to the top of his scar and nipping it gently. Keanu groaned and ached up, his cock sliding against her soaked folds, making a shot of pleasure ran through her.  

“Please ma’am…” his voice trembled with need and she sat back up. “I need you.”

Steph took a moment to look at Keanu as he laid there beneath her, waiting for her next command, his brown eyes hooded and hazed as he watched her. She had never been looked at a man like that before.

She was used to guys staring at her, his eyes screaming all the dirty things they wanted to do to her. She was used to older men sometimes looking at her like she was beneath them; a ditzy pretty girl that could be featured in a movie or a magazine and make them millions.

Keanu was the first to look at her like this. There was adoration in his eyes, but a deeper understanding too. Steph felt it in every inch of her being that whenever he looked at her, he really saw her. Not Stephanie the actress; not the public façade she had to put on to deal with people. He actually saw her. Her flaws and quirks and insecurities and he embraced all of it. Because Keanu loved her.

Her breath hitched at the realization, her hands pausing on their exploration of the plains of his strong chest.

“Everything ok?” he asked because of course, he picked up on it. Keanu always noticed every little thing. Every little hesitation.

Steph smiled, brushing some of the strands of hair from his forehead before she tugged on the leash wrapped around her hand and Keanu followed, sitting up. His eyes clouding with pleasure as she kissed his lips.

It wasn’t like the desperate kisses they’ve shared earlier tonight. This one was slow and soft; recognition of all the mutual affection existed between them. Because even though Steph felt it and was still too scared to say it, she could still show him.

Without breaking the contact between their lips, she raised herself and Keanu held himself steady so she could sink on his cock, connect themselves in the most primal way.

Steph gasped against his mouth at the way of Keanu fit her so perfectly; made her feel every inch of him against her walls, which pulsed in need as she rested her forehead against his, adjusting to the intrusion.

His hands caressed her back gently; coaxing her into relaxation. Calloused fingers exploring her vertebrae, kneading and massaging the muscles and pulling her closer until their chests were flushed together as if not having yet another point of contact between them was unthinkable.

Their gaze locked together; a wordless understanding they seem share washing over them as Keanu brought a hand behind himself, planting it firmly on the bed so he had a point of leverage to start thrusting up, slow and steady. Steph ground her hips to meet him, letting go of the leash so she could cross her arms around his neck, giving herself more support for her movements.

Their breaths mingled together along with their soft moans; sweat coating their skin as their chests slid against one another. She threw her head back in pleasure and his lips found her neck and jaw, kissing and licking; finding every spot that made Steph moan and squeeze around him. Keanu’s other hand fitting itself somehow between them and rubbing her clit helping her steady climb to her climax.

Steph kissed him as she came; afraid of letting the words fall from her lips in this moment of vulnerability. She felt him speeding up his thrusts; losing his rhythm, keening little sounds coming from his throat.

She watched him for a moment, still panting from her own high. Catching the leash again, Steph pulled it back behind him, making the collar tighten around his throat. Keanu arched his head back, his lips parting slightly into a breathless groan.

“Gonna come, babe?” she asked; and he just nodded as best as he could; too lost in his own pleasure. “Do it. I wanna feel you.”

She eased up her hold, letting air rush back into his lungs and he cried out her name as he stilled, spilling inside her. His face shifting into the most gorgeous, blissed-out expression as he panted desperately and rested his forehead against her shoulder, his body shaking.

Steph hugged him and petted his hair, letting him recover from his orgasm, mumbling words of praise and affection against his temple as he caught his breath; realizing this might have been the best sex of her life and she didn’t want to share this with anyone else.

Keanu was hers and hers alone. She just needed to find a way to tell him that.

---

They spent the rest of the night together in Keanu’s room. They ordered room service and watched crappy movies on the tv, laughing and cuddling together and getting lost in one another until they fell asleep in each other’s arms and Steph didn’t even notice how much she missed sleeping with Keanu or how they could fit perfectly in each other’s arms until she had him again.

She stared at his relaxed face under the pale morning light, tracing the sharp features, his stubble scratching her fingertips, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, drawing attention to the faint freckles that peppered the area and his nose.

Maybe he felt her gaze or maybe it was just his time to wake up, but Keanu’s eyes fluttered open, his lips tilting into a smile when they landed on her.

��‘Morning,” he greeted, voice still rough with sleep and Steph smiled, kissing him softly.

The kiss quickly turned heated with the way Keanu pulled her closer, his mouth and tongue seeking more of her just as his hands roamed her naked body, bringing Steph on top of him for another round of sex that left her aching and sated more relaxed than she felt in months. It was well over eleven a.m. when they finally got up and showered to come down to the hotel’s restaurant for some brunch, taking a table in a secluded corner so as not to be disturbed.

Steph never ate much in the morning. She was cereal and coffee kind of girl, but Keanu could barely contain his excitement at the assortment of options at the buffet. She chuckled to herself, sipping her coffee and checking her emails while he got himself something to eat.

Steph only looked up when around ten minutes had passed and there was no sign of Keanu. Her eyes darted around the restaurant, catching him engrossed in a conversation with a pretty blonde that seemed a little too friendly.

As if feeling her stare, Keanu looked over at her direction, his smile turning into a wince as he quickly said his farewells to the disappointed looking lady and hurried to join Steph, his expression could only be described as of a kicked puppy.

“Making friends already,” Steph commented, trying to reign in her temper.

“She was just being polite. I had no idea what most of that food was,” Keanu replied with a shrug, his expression shifting into a sly grin. “But you’re cute when you’re jealous.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making Steph glare indignantly while Keanu chuckled, his attention shifting back to his full plate.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to Steph that Keanu attracted so much attention. He was a gorgeous man and so thoughtful and polite. It was no wonder that everywhere they went, as they took her day off to sightsee Paris, women and more than a few guys were not so inconspicuously checking him out.

A teenage girl in the train openly stared at him with something that Steph could only describe as heart-eyes when Keanu offered her his seat. A woman, old enough to be his mom, gushed over him as Keanu held the door open for her when they were leaving a bookstore. And a couple of girls actually catcalled him as they walked by, making Keanu blush and laugh.

Steph did her best to ignore it. She had plenty of experience with this kind of thing from when she dated Kevin. However, it bothered her a lot more with Keanu. In part, it was the fact that he was completely oblivious to it and dismissed her observations whenever she pointed it out.

“They’re just being nice, babe,” he said with a shrug, going back to ignoring the wanton looks he attracted.

It should be a comfort to Steph that he was so down to Earth that he was immune to it, but it was just driving her crazy and she couldn’t help but glare whenever one of those people caught her gaze, making them painfully aware that Keanu was spoken for.

Steph had never felt this possessive of someone before and she wasn’t exactly sure why this was happening. Well, that wasn’t quite true, was it? She knew why she was jealous. Because she couldn’t help but remember that those people could have a night with Keanu if they wished. All they needed was to make a request on Mars and Venus and it was up to Keanu to accept it or not.

“You’re quiet.” His voice startled Steph from her musings as they walked back to the hotel so they could get ready for dinner with Vincent and his boyfriend Jean.

She looked over Keanu’s way, noticing the small frown of concern in his features and forced a smile into her face. This was not the time to have this conversation. Not when they were about to head out with her friends.

“Just tired, I guess.”

“Do you wanna cancel?” Keanu asked, pulling her closer to his body, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. “We can stay in, order room service again. I’m pretty sure there are one or two surfaces of that suite we haven’t fucked yet.”

Steph let out a chuckle at his cheeky grin and wiggling eyebrows and did something she would never consider doing in a million years if she was in Los Angeles: she turned in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips in a kiss.

“I’ve never met someone this horny before,” she said against his lips and this time it was Keanu who chuckled.

“You said that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Never!” She grinned taking a step back. “But we have dinner reservations and Vincent is dying to meet you.”

“Right. Vincent.” It was faint but it was there, the way his brow furrowed a little; the twist in his lips and Steph smirked, just knowing Keanu was jealous.

“His boyfriend is also looking forward to meeting you,” she added.

“Oh!” Was Keanu’s reply, his eyes widening a little; a pink flush making its way to his cheeks.

Steph chuckled and nodded in confirmation as she raised herself on the tip of her toes so she could kiss his nose exactly like the way he had done at brunch.

“But you’re cute when you were jealous,” she commented, making him ducked his head, blush spreading.

She pulled back and huddled close to him, letting Keanu once again wrap his arm around her shoulders, while she led the way back to the hotel. He looked around, seemingly in awe of how gorgeous Paris looked. She couldn’t wait to take him out again tomorrow, enjoy even more of the city of love with him.

---

They showered together, which proved to be an endeavor that took more time than it saved since Keanu couldn’t keep his hands to himself and Steph ended up on her knees, sucking him off before they finally managed to actually get out and get dressed a lot later than expected.

They met Vincent and Jean on the lobby where Steph introduced Keanu to them, sharing a quick look with Vincent behind his back. She could tell he approved of him but gave Vincent a warning look when she caught him checking Keanu’s ass. She couldn’t fault him entirely. It was a gorgeous ass.

Dinner went amazingly well. Keanu and Jean hit it off over a shared love for motorcycles and spent the night talking after giving up on trying to include Steph and Vincent in the conversation and getting blank stares from both. She didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, Steph was glad he was so comfortable around her two friends.

He seemed perfectly relaxed and at ease with them and at the restaurant, a distant cry from how he behaved that night she took him to have dinner to celebrate getting the part for the Fincher movie. It had only been a couple of months ago, but that night she could tell he felt awkward with his clothes, with the place and the way he was being treated.

Steph had to wonder if the change was due to the fact that Keanu grew used to the ambiance. That his clients just kept bringing him to fancy restaurants and he had to adapt to make them happy and it just became natural to him. She took a gulp of her wine, trying to swallow down the lump of jealousy in her throat.

As soon as she sat her glass down, the waiter reappeared, refilling it for her and Steph nodded in thanks. She ignored Vincent’s small frown of worry in favor of looking at Keanu talking so smoothly with Jean. His smile polite, his voice completely controlled, so different from the excited puppy demeanor he usually showed when it was just the two of them. Steph realized then, much to her dismay, this wasn’t her Keanu. this was Charles and she hated it.

Once again she reached for her drink, downing in one go, the alcohol making her head cloudy and her movements unsteady as she settled the glass back down again, clinking it loudly again her plate, attracting Keanu’s attention. Steph had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking so it wasn’t surprising she was tipsy with only two glasses.

Steph met his gaze, noticing his frown, the silent question in his eyes. She just plastered a smile on her face, but before she could actually say something, someone called out his name, making Keanu look over.

“Of all the places in the world to meet,” a brunette woman, maybe in her late forties, early fifties, said, moving closer to the table as Keanu rose. She was beautiful. Sharp blue eyes, full red lips, sculpted body wrapped in a tight black dress.

“Cassandra. It’s been a while,” he replied with that same polite smile, letting her kiss his cheek and leave a bright lipstick print that had Steph seething. “It’s definitely a surprise. I hope you’re doing well.”

“Just perfect! Celebrating my divorce!” she announced with a wide grin, wiggling her ringless fingers in front of his eyes. “And all thanks to you.”

“Nonsense,” he said, waving her words off shyly. “All I did was listen. I’m glad I could help, though.”

“You were fantastic, darling!” Once again she kissed his cheek and Steph saw the way he flushed, unable to hold the woman’s gaze. “Anyway, enjoy your night.”

She waved them off, walking away as Keanu sat down again, an embarrassed smile on his lips as he set the napkin back on his lap and looked around the table.

“I just realized I’ve never asked you what you do for a living, Keanu,” Jean said, but before Keanu could answer, Steph spoke.

“He’s a hooker,” she blurted venomously, swallowing yet another glass of wine and ignoring the bewildered look on Vincent’s face in favor of looking at Keanu. “A very good one if Cassandra’s reaction was anything to go by. How much is the night with you again, babe? Seven thousand?”

Steph knew she was being mean. That she was hurting Keanu’s feelings and humiliating him, but there was just something in her, something ugly and twisted that was rearing its head and she couldn’t make it go away. The alcohol enabling these dark thoughts, letting them spill from her lips.

“Eight,” he replied through gritted teeth as he got up again, reaching for his wallet and throwing a couple of bills on the table. “I upped it again so I could comfortably afford to come to Paris to see you on a whim.”

His words hit her like a slap, leaving only the sour taste of guilt on her mouth as she met his icy stare. Steph never knew Keanu could be that cruel, but then again, she didn’t think she could be it either.

“Vincent, Jean, it was great meeting you. Have a good night.” Keanu left without a word to Steph and she got up to follow him, but Vincent caught her arm, making her stop.

“Darling, no,” he said in a low voice, his gaze full of pity. “You’re drunk and he needs time to cool off.”

She sighed and dropped back on her chair, fighting off the tears threatening to spill as she reached for her glass again. For her water this time.

“Besides, you have a more important call to make right now,” Jean declared, his face stormy as he looked at Steph. “You just announced very loudly in a crowded restaurant that your date is a hooker. Call your agent. This is gonna be a shit show.”

And as if to give Jean’s words even more weigh, Steph’s phone started to vibrate, twitter notifications popping up on the screen, the numbers increasing at an exponentially fast speed.

She looked around, noticing the not so inconspicuous glances from people at tables around them. Some of them trying to be discreet in the way they were typing on their phones. A few didn’t seem to care and were just texting openly.

Panic filled her chest. What did she just do?

xxx(tbc)xxx

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Blooming Eyes

F!Reader x Poison Ivy!Suho

Genre: Poison Ivy AU

Warning: Murder, Science, Plants, Mind Control, Vines, Parasites, Infection, Flowers, Doll, Needles

Words: 4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Epilogue

Prompt: Meeting an alien is one thing, but it’s a whole other thing when such a creature seems to fancy you. There was so much you wanted to do, but one decision changes your life in a way you never could have imagined.

A/n: I wrote this in like a day so I am very happy with my work, and to have the motivation to do this!

    You slowly returned to your senses, at first your vision filled with nothing but green. It took a second to realize you weren’t in a house, but the back of a limo. There were some plants there with you, Suho next to you, typing on his phone. You had a mild headache, trying to figure out what was going on.

“There you are.” Suho pet your head. “You look lovely.”

“Huh?”

    You noticed the dress you were in, clearly all dolled up for some big party. You didn’t remember changing, honestly you were having trouble remembering what happened before. All you could recall was running, but your mind was way too fuzzy to get a clear picture.

“Where are we…”

“We’re attending a charity event.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t embarrass yourself.”

“Suho…”

“Yes?”

“My head hurts… I don’t wanna go to… what’s going on…”

“Sh, don’t concern yourself with that, just focus on the present okay.”

    Suho brushed some hair behind your ear, handing you a flower. It quickly took your attention, it’s aroma soothing you. A vine wound up curling around your leg, another caressing your cheek, making you giggle.

“Your siblings back home are probably jealous.” A vine wrapped around your wrist, the end of it coiled up in your palm. “You can tell them all about your adventures outside the house when we get home.”

    Suho watched you with a smile, the limo coming to a stop. He stepped out, taking your hand and helping you out as well. You hooked your arm around his and followed him into the venue. It was big, and luxuriously decorated, definitely not some place you would wind up at alone. You didn’t know anyone around you, but they seemed to know you, or at least know you were with Suho and important to him.

    The flower still had you in a daze, making you giddy. You didn’t talk, it was like you couldn’t talk, even if you wanted to. No one tried to make conversation with you, so it seemed that your mute state was known to others but not you. All anyone ever said to you was a simple greeting and complimenting the red dress and that you matched with Suho’s suit so well. 

    You didn’t drink anything, and neither did Suho, or eat, which wasn’t an issue since you didn’t feel hungry at all. You stuck with Suho, not really listening to his conversations, or being able to, mostly stuck in your own head. The flower’s effects started wearing off overtime and you came back to yourself a bit. Since you couldn’t talk, or really understand what was happening you wondered why Suho even brought you along.

“Suho! I was hoping to see you tonight.”

    A man approached Suho, the two seeming very friendly. He greeted you as well and you gave him a smile, sensing some familiarity with him, but most of all, a connection. He was infected, but showed no signs, and seemed completely fine. It puzzled you, but there was something else about him that felt familiar.

“Mr. Metas, how are you, it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken face to face.”

“Yes it has. You stay out of trouble, so you don’t need your lawyer around.”

“Don’t say that, I need you for a lot more than you give yourself credit for. My business wouldn’t be such a success without you and your firm. I’m quite happy with your service.”

    It clicked when you realized who you were talking to. You didn’t know Suho had a lawyer, well you weren’t aware of that fact. Things started spinning and you grabbed on to Suho. He quickly stopped talking, focusing on you.

“Are you okay love?” You shook your head. “Why don’t you go freshen up, splash some water in your face. Do you need me to go with you?”

    You shook your head again and composed yourself, going off to find the bathroom. You stumbled inside, grabbing the sink and turning the faucet on. You splashed water in your face, trying to push back the headache, only to realize it was just another rush of memories.

♥♥♥♥♥

Four Months Ago

    After the shopping spree, Suho drove to someone else’s house, it was his lawyer. Ever since he started acquiring wealth he found a lawyer, a firm, to take over and use. He wasn’t human but was quick to understand how to navigate and remain hidden in their world. The family from before introduced him to someone, Kal Metas, a lawyer used to making illegal things legal, and it wasn’t surprising Suho infected him. Kal still had free will, unlike you, even with Suho in his head, just a precaution so he’d never betrayed him, same went for the rest of his firm.

“Suho, so good to see you, come in, come in.”

    You followed Suho into the house, going up to Kal’s study. The man lived alone, so you didn’t need to worry about anyone else. Suho took a seat in the office, grabbing your hand and having you sit in his lap.

“What brings you here?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking it’s time to get a place of my own.”

“I knew you’d ask eventually, so I have prepared a list of great real estate for you to look at.”

“I’m not interested in a home you humans have designed.”

“Then where do you plan to live?”

“I have some ideas, so I need an architect and construction crew, the best of the best, and money isn’t a problem.”

“Of course.”

    For the next month you stayed with Kal, at least you knew he wouldn’t be killed and that made you feel better. Once the right people had been hired Suho got a bit busy. You went with him to ground zero, the place he wanted his house to be built. It was kinda out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature, and he was very insistent on the exact location. 

    Of course he wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, so every member of the crew was infected. That way nothing would be kept from him, and everyone who worked on it wouldn’t remember when the house was finished. When the house itself was finished Suho spent his time figuring out interior design. It wasn’t really about looking pretty, it was clear he never planned to have guests over, but mostly to make sure nothing would harm the plants.

    There was some furniture, a bedroom, kitchen, dining hall, all the normal house essentials, and other things a mansion would have. In the end it took about a month to have the whole house finished, which was insane, but given what Suho could do, not at all impossible. The house itself wasn’t registered anywhere, Kal didn’t even know where it was, although Suho did purchase some other house so it would appear he did live somewhere like a normal human. Everything was prepared in advance so all you had to do was show up.

    At first you found it weird why you needed to take off your shoes and socks but it all became very clear when you entered. The halls were pretty wide and filled with a few inches of water. To any outsider the choice made no sense, but Suho needed the water to stay happy, and for you, it’d just be fun to play with. The water was also for the plants. They beautifully scaled the walls outside and were all over the first floor of the house. There were some pots indoors but with Suho around the plants were much grander and powerful, so they didn’t really need something like a pot.

    Suho happily showed you around, although it was more for him to enjoy every inch of his new home. The first floor was really the part that felt like a home, the second floor where he had technology, a library, his study and other things he didn’t show you and that were none of your concern. The backyard was gorgeous though, with a colorful garden full of flowers and fruits and all kinds of plants. There also seemed to be a rather big greenhouse out there but Suho didn’t say anything about it, so something else that you didn’t need to worry about.

    What Suho was really excited to show you though was your lab, which took up the entire basement part of the house. There were some plants down there as well, those that did better in low light, but they stayed on the walls, knowing not to break anything in the room. You were quite impressed with all it had, especially since it was all uptodate and the best of the best.

“This is for you. All the latest equipment, set up and ready for use. Do you like it?”

“It’s… incredible… but, I already told you, I can’t do what you want on my own.”

“Yes I remember. We need two others, an expert in plant genetics and an expert in DNA splicing. I’ve had Kal look into that for me, both of those people will be at a convention next week, one we will be attending. That’s where we can meet them and go from there. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now you can stay here and get acquainted with your lab.”

“Thank you.”

    You really couldn’t believe he had gotten you a whole lab set up, but then again it wasn’t really for you, it was for him, like buying his doll a dollhouse. He had something he wanted you to do, so he was just making sure nothing would stop you. For the first few days you mostly had fruits and veggies given that he had yet to really figure out what he wanted to do in regards of staff, or if he really needed one. Although when the time came to go to the convention you were happy to have something else.

    The convention was being held in a hotel, a place where some of the greatest minds in science were gathered, some place you had always wanted to go, so you wish you were there under better circumstances. The place was filled with people, and you were afraid of there being casualties given that Suho didn’t care for human life. Since it was crowded Suho made you stick very close to him, not like he’d lose you anyway, you were the only person he was connected to at the moment.

    As you looked around you did recognize faces, wishing you could talk to them, but that was never going to happen. Since Suho had all your knowledge, your memories, and had done his own research, he knew who he was looking for. Eventually he found the man he was looking for, Adrian Patten, probably the most knowledgeable in genetic splicing. Suho took your hand and lead you over to him, knowing how things were going to go, you didn’t want to meet his eyes.

    Suho greeted him, the two introducing themselves and Suho handing him his card, that he apparently had, even in the present you weren’t sure what his business was. Adrian seemed interested in whatever he was being told, but you were pretty sure that initial handshake was meant to infect him. If you were right, leaving him after a minute certainly confused you. Then again you remembered Suho had control over the infection, and he wasn’t weak.

    With that over with you were now looking for you plant geneticist, Sedona Nikolova. It might have been easier to look if someone hadn’t come up to Suho to talk. They weren’t the target but whatever was going on interested Suho. Eventually though he pulled you close, pausing his current conversation and whispering in your ear.

“Nikolova is over there by the bar, go make friends and stay close, I will be with you shortly.”

    You looked over to where he said she was at and made your way over. You definitely had your voice, but you weren’t completely in control of what you could say. You politely walked up to her, putting on a smile and holding your hand out.

“Hello, I’m a big fan of-”

“Hold on, don’t I know you?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re that kid, y/n,  human geneticist protege. You got hired straight out of college to that com… pany…”

    She recognized you, she knew who you were, and about the incident, but you didn’t know how to react. You didn’t have the time to process everything or respond before she took your hand and lead you away from the convention floor. It wasn’t surprising that she booked a room in the hotel above, taking you up to the fifth floor. She let you into her room and locked the door behind her, you weren’t sure what was going on, so you stood there in silence, afraid.

“The reports say there was an accident, that everyone died. I remember seeing your name in the obituary.” Sedona took out her phone from her pocket and looked something up and then showed you an article, one about you and the tragedy of dying young. “I was hoping to meet you someday and talk theories, but when I heard… rumors spread about some secret experiment getting out and attacking everyone… what happened?”

“I…”

    You grabbed your head, recognizing the pain, it was Suho. You had never really fought back, having not known the truth and thinking it was a normal headache. This time though you tried, wanting to tell her the truth and get some help.

“Y/n? Are you alright? Did I bring up bad memories? I’m sorry we don’t-”

    You were just as surprised as her when you lunged at her and kissed her, deeply. It wasn’t your choice, it was Suho. He wasn’t physically there, but he was present through you, so what faster way to infect her than by using you, making you kiss her and having the infection in you spread to her. Sedona eventually got back to her senses and shoved you away. You collapsed to the floor, catching your breath, so confused over what had just happened.

“What the hell was that! Do you-” She collapsed to her knees, grabbing her head. “What… is… going on…”

    You felt the headache coming back yourself, but this time opted not to fight it, wanting whatever this was to be over. You got up and went over to the door, ignoring Sedona’s protests, and opened it, Suho standing before you.

“I told you to make friends, not run away.”

“Sorry…”

“She dragged you up here so you’re not at fault.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “You did well.”

    Suho let himself in, seeing Sedona on her knees, staring at the floor. He snapped his fingers and she stood up, you could see the black veins on her face.He stared for a moment then closed his eyes. You weren’t sure what was going on, but he soon smiled. He went over and smelled the flowers in the room, talking with them for a second.

“We should get going, we have what we need.”

    You didn’t understand and he wasn’t going to explain. As you left the room you noticed some other guy go in with a bottle of alcohol in hand. It was quiet as you got down to the convention, noticing that thing’s weren’t so calm, police and an ambulance there. You looked out at the convention, noticing a crowd in the middle, people surrounding a paramedic who was with an unconscious Adrian Patten. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Suho had just found a way to kill two other people without getting any blood on his hand, or so much as a suspicious glance thrown his way.

    You weren’t really sure what went down in that convention or if Suho knew what he had just done. You had travelled a long way, spent a few hours there, and then he killed the two people who could help him achieve his goal. Even if you could say something, you didn’t want to, still processing and not knowing what to say anyway. It wasn’t until you had made your way back home that you found the words. You were in the bedroom, Suho having told you to undress and get into something for bed, he was fine, but he knew the trip had exhausted you, physically and mentally. 

“Y/n-”

“What did you do…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Patten and Nikolova…I need them, you need them, but you killed them…”

“You don’t need them, and neither do I. All I need is you.”

“I can’t-”

    You stopped in your tracks when you felt the sting of a needle in the side of your head. A vine had crept up on you, the end splitting in four and pulling back, revealing something strong and thin, and sharp, like a needle, but it was still plant based. It stuck itself in the side of your head getting straight to your mind. Suho got up from the bed, walking over to you as you stood there dazed.

“I wanted you to get dressed first, but I suppose the sooner the better.” He grabbed your chin so he could meet your eyes. “You know my infection allows me to gain all the knowledge that person has, I know everything about human genetics thanks to you, and now I know everything about plant genetics and DNA splicing. Somethings make sense and I can say I believe your proposal will work, but in the end you understand human genetics much better than me, and that’s your starting point, so I need you far more than I needed them. And since I have their knowledge, and we’re connected, it should be no issue transferring all that to you.”

    Your eyes went wide and you nearly collapsed to the floor, your body shaking, your mind feeling as if it was on fire. Suho caught you and sat down with you in his arms, holding you, and wiping away the tears. There was so much running through your mind, and some pieces were just coming together.

“It’ll be over soon, you’ll be okay.”

    You grabbed Suho tightly, your grip loosening when it was over, breathing heavily. Your head still hurt, and you felt like the needle had left a bruise on the outside. Suho merely cradled you in his arms, rocking you softly.

“Not so bad. I do have a question for you sweetheart, can you do it now?”

“Yes…”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You had to close your eyes and grip the sink tightly, all that knowledge, just fading back into your consciousness. Years and years of studying and research on things you never glanced at in college were now apart of your memories, of your knowledge. You really couldn’t believe it, but it was there in your mind as proof. People kept dying around you, and there wasn’t really anything you could do about it.

    When the bathroom door opened you took a breath, offering the woman a smile, before turning off the faucet and drying your hands. Then you heard the door click and lock. You looked over at the lady who was leaning against the door, unsure of what was going on. She didn’t meet your eyes, probably thinking about what to say, and for once you were scared and wanted Suho.

“Y/n… please don’t be scared.” She got off the door. “I know about the lab, about Adrian and Sedona, those weren’t accidents, were they. All that was its doing, Suho, wasn’t it. And you’re just his unwilling accomplice. We’ve been tracking it, you, trying to help. That’s what I’m here to do, to help.”

    You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but you needed to stay calm. Even if you wanted to talk and tell her everything, you couldn’t. If you started fighting Suho now he’d only be alerted and come here. She pulled out a syringe from her jacket.

“A lot was destroyed from the lab, but there were back up files. This should just destroy the plant cells in your mind.”

    You couldn’t help but take a hesitant step back. She didn’t know what that would really do, you looked human, but you weren’t, not anymore.

“Easy. It’s completely painless for you, I’m just here to help and get you somewhere safe.”

    You couldn’t stay calm, not when she intended to inject you with something that was actually going to hurt you, but you couldn’t tell her that. You were probably going to scream in pain when that stuff got in you, but it never did. You forget Suho has eyes and ears everywhere, so as the lady got closer to you, a bunch of vines suddenly wrapped around her limbs and pulled her back, knocking the syringe from her hand.

    All you could do was watch as she was pinned to the ground, her squirming useless. You started shaking, every time something like this happened it ended in blood, and you couldn’t just stand there, not this time, so you fought. You forced your voice out, hoping the vines would listen to you, after all, you were mommy.

“… st… stop… STOP! Let her go!”

    You tried to get to her to help, but all that happened where some of the other vines grabbing you and holding you back.

“Let her go! She didn’t do anything!”

    A vine unlocked the bathroom door and Suho let himself in, seeing the scene before him. You were struggling as well, some tears in your eyes, pleading with Suho as he approached you.

“Please, she didn’t do anything, please let her go, please.”

“Humans just stress you out don’t they.” He grabbed your facing, wiping away the tears. “Always trying to take you away from me, it’s a scary world out there.”

“Suho… please… don’t kill her, she didn’t… please… let her go…”

“You got some more memories back didn’t you? I’ll have to go through those too, but this, it’s best you forget the whole incident.”

“Suho… Suho don’t! Please!”

    You pulled on the vines, but their grip only got tighter. You knew what he meant but you didn’t want it, you never wanted it.

“Sh, there’s no point making a fuss when you won’t remember this.”

“Suho ple-”

    A needle stuck in your head and you winched from the pain before your eyes glazed over. Suho gently caressed your cheek and kissed your head.

“There, there, it’s going to be okay. Now.” Suho turned around to the lady on the floor. “Very rude to take advantage of someone in the bathroom. Do you have no decency.” 

“Let her go. All your doing is using her, you’re going to burn her out, you’re going to kill her.”

“Isn’t that sweet, you care about her now, but it’s too late for that.” Suho grabbed the syringe. “This could have greatly hurt her you know. She’s not like you anymore, she’s like me, she’s mine now.”

    He jabbed the needle in her neck, emptying out it’s contents, only leaving a small amount to examine later. She seemed fine, so at least he knew it really wouldn’t hurt humans and it wasn’t some trick to hurt you.

“What did you do to her!”

“It doesn’t really matter, there’s no one you’re going to tell.”

    Suho watched as she started coughing up blood, her body dragged into one of the stalls. You were still out of it, the vines slowly letting you go, even the one in your head. Suho brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s go home.”

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[lefaystrent]

LeFay’s Masterlist

Here’s a list of all of my Sanders Sides stories. There’s a lot down there. Lots of pairings, lots of genres. Don’t get lost.

ONE-SHOTS 

20biteen??? – Patton’s really confused and Logan’s just trying to make a sandwich.

A demon? In my attic? More likely than you think --  “Well that’s what happens when your dad asks you to clean the attic and it’s filled with a bunch of junk from his wiccan days,” Virgil explained, though from the demon’s pinched expression the explanation left a lot to be desired.

A Dire Situation -  Logan tries not to make a single move or sound. His whole body coils tight with tension, knowing that the animal can strike at any moment. (additional parts can be found here)

A Storm Rolled into Town -  It’s not like Virgil meant to become famous anyway. It just sorta happened. And now he’s shopping in some small-town mom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. Despite wearing the hood of his jacket up and perhaps looking the more conspicuous for it, he can sense that someone somewhere in this store is watching him.

Ashes –Three months ago, Roman returned home to find the house that he shared with his younger brothers up in flames.

Baby you’re a Firework - “Patton is MY best friend!” you screamed, and then you looked to me with those eyes. How else was I supposed to react other than to tell you that we would be together forever? Logicality

Beneath the Boughs –The feeling of tender fingertips tracing from his jaw to his temple made him want to run through fields, but he wouldn’t move an inch away from this spot for anything in the world. Royality

Curiosity – Deceit’s mission to annoy Logan somehow involves sharing a bed with him and refusing to leave. Logan doesn’t really mind. Loceit

Death of a Bachelor - Virgil invites a bunch of billionaires to his fake wedding with his roommate, Logan. He doesn’t expect one of them to actually agree to go. 

Dino – Patton visits his local library one day and meets the librarian Logan, a man who loves dinosaurs.

Down by the Pier – Patton lives by the ocean. He likes to go sit out on the pier because the view is sweet but the company is even sweeter. Moxiety

Every Friday Night – “There’s a cat? In the sink?” Virgil said. platonic LAMP

Existentialism – Patton is a demon and really bad at it.

Five Times – There were five times that Virgil’s path crossed with Logan Sanders. Each time memorable, each time helping to shape Virgil into the kind of person he wants to be. platonic Analogical

Flutter and Fall – Virgil doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he wonders if you can fall in love with a moment. Prinxiety

Happy Birthday, Virgil – Logan tends to take things literally.

Heartbeat – Roman’s out on the hunt for prey. He gets more than he bargained for.

Heartbeat AU – More info on the story.

Hello Mr. Spider -  He’s heard the screams of people whenever they lay eyes on him. They take one look at him, this monstrous being with too many limbs and eyes, and they quiver in fear and tears. He doesn’t blame them. He hides himself away, hoping to never hear those horrified screams. Moxiety

Hello Again -  Humans trespassed into the church occasionally. Some during the day, most of them at night. Never did humans come two nights in a row. Moxiety (Sequel to “Hello Mr. Spider”)

Hold On -  He felt someone grip the sleeve of his shirt. Logan looked to his side where Deceit stood, holding onto him. platonic Loceit

How to be a Good Person - “There’s an unconscious man in my flowerbed. What should I do with him?” Dee should be used to getting phone calls from his brother needing help. brotherly Moceit

I got to pet the dog -  Patton gets distracted easily. Virgil doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s supposed to be working.

I met God last night - Predictably, Patton looked up to stare at Virgil. He set aside his scrapbook, clasped his hands together, and said, “Okay, I’m listening.” platonic Moxiety

I wanna intimi(date) you — Virgil teaches Patton to be more intimidating. It doesn’t go very well.

In a magical kingdom far away… —  The evil Lord Of Logic descends on the land, forcing all it touches to obey the laws of physics.

It’s hot – Virgil won’t take off the jacket.

Love Isn’t Blind – Patton notices a lot more than what people think he does.

Never Too Old – Patton worked as a manager at a toy store in the mall. Lately, the employees were noticing a reoccurring customer. Well, if you could call him a customer. He never actually bought anything. platonic Moxiety

Picture That –  “What are you doing?” Patton says between a flurry of giggles. He lifts the book he’d been reading to half hide his face. Roman dances around him snapping pictures as if Patton is a model. Royality

Piggyback – It’s late, and Patton’s falling asleep on the couch. Virgil’s not used to being the responsible one. Moxiety

Potatoes – Virgil has worries for days, but there’s only one thing that truly scares him. Moxiety

Rewrite – So here Roman is, lying by the sidewalk, very much not okay. Not because the local squirrels ostracized him, and not because he’d tripped or some such unfortunate mishap. No, he just has a lot on his mind. Prinxiety

Ribbit – Two lab partners and one dead frog do not make for the most romantic atmosphere but Roman tries. Logince

Roamin’ Nights -  Not that anyone’s looking right now, but Virgil’s glad that it’s dark in the kitchen, lest the color in his cheeks show. Roman’s not usually this affectionate with Virgil. Makes him wonder if he even realizes that this is Virgil he’s basically trying to use as a pillow. Prinxiety

Round and round we go – Logan stood there long after the commotion began outside, the one where everyone realized what had happened and were running to help and call an ambulance.

Sacrificial rituals and other fun activities – Virgil was a mage—one of the best. He’d seen a lot of things, but a handsome man chained up in the middle of a field? Even he had to take a moment. Prinxiety

Shark Attack! -  “I could be wrong here, but I’m pretty sure sharks don’t attack their victims with hugs.” platonic Moxiety

Sicky Icky – Most people assumed Roman would eat up all the attention he could get even when sick. They’d expect loud dramatics and Roman acting like he was dying every minute of it. That’s not how he was at all. Logince

Side-by-side – Virgil’s tired. Moxiety

So help me, I’m not moving from this spot – Virgil has the day off from work and chooses to spend it in true Virgil style. Queer platonic LAMP

Soft Prinxiety – Literally just a softy prinxiety scene. Prinxiety

Some Days – Some days are better than others, and some aren’t. These are Virgil’s days in the mindscape.

Someday I’ll find my way home -  Love cut deep and left scars on the heart. The heart never quite beat the same way again afterward. Analogical

Supposed to be – People get locked into a certain kind of perspective and decide what kind of person you’re supposed to be. Patton is frustrated.

Take Over the World - There’s not much else to do in the Mindscape for Deceit and the Duke.

That one time Deceit played hero in the mindscape – Deceit goes to the common rooms to find that everyone…is acting too much like themselves.

The Hug Booth -  In Patton’s free time, he had a booth set up somewhere on campus and he’d go sit there. The booth advertised ‘free hugs’.

The Ties that Bind – Everyone has a soulmate. Even the ones who probably shouldn’t. Logicality

This is the police! – “This is the police! Open up! Tell me something about yourself, don’t be afraid.” Prinxiety

Ties - Roman and Patton try to persuade Logan to wear a bow tie. Logan is uncooperative. romantic LAMP

Trances – The sides go into trance-like states sometimes.

Trouble in Tiny Town -  Logan is six inches tall. And somehow the human is the one cowering in fear.

Useless gays are useless – Patton is shirtless and Roman and Virgil are very, very gay. Roman/Patton/Virgil

Stil Gay -  Roman and Virgil are still thirsty gays, and Patton is a tall drink of water. One night of tv watching with his roommates leads to none of them paying attention to the tv. Roman/Patton/Virgil (Sequel to “Useless gays are useless”)

Wake up call -  There’s a muffled siren blaring from outside somewhere. He can feel the time slipping between his fingers.

We are family~ - “Patton,” Logan called. He stood in the doorway, stern-faced for a moment before slumping forward with a pout. “I require physical affection.” platonic LAMP

MULTI-CHAPS

Analogince - What started as a list of headcanons became a story of how three men fell together. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Dog Days – In the midst of grieving for his beloved pet, comfort comes to Thomas in a curiously small form. platonic LAMP/Thomas, borrower!sides 

If you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed - Fae thrived on chaos and the fear that came with it. Well, most of them anyway. Virgil never really shared that sentiment. (Or alternatively, the story of how Virgil loves humans so much that he makes stupid decisions because of it, like save princes from attempted assassinations.)

Kid!Logan AU – Logan somehow finds himself back in time, waking up in his eleven-year old body.

Reverse Kid!Logan AU –  Roman just wanted a normal babysitting job. Now he’s caught up in debunking why he sees five-year-old Logan Sanders as if he were a grown man. part one , part two

Lifeline – Long ago, when his sides first started showing up, Thomas had pondered long and hard about reality versus imagination. But this? It became more apparent that Patton was carding his hand through Thomas’s hair. It was as if any of his friends were doing it, so tangible it was. Tangible in a way that shouldn’t be possible. platonic LAMP/Thomas

Nursing Home AU -  Patton had seen Virgil during the hiring process, and his personality didn’t seem like a … good fit. Too closed-off and kinda gruff, and probably not a good bedside manner, right? Plus there was that criminal record to consider… But he’s hired anyway, and Virgil joins the staff.

Psychic Therapist Virgil – Virgil’s not your run-of-the-mill therapist. part one, part two

Roses – The humans steer clear from the forest, warning their children with every generation, “Do not stray into those woods. They will devour you.” But it’s modern times now, fairy tales aren’t real, and Virgil and his friends have just moved into town and want to investigate the ‘haunted’ forest.

Variants – Patton was surprised by the mutant breaking into the jewelry store one night. And by break in, he meant that they seeped into shadows and appeared on the other side of the windows without breaking anything at all.

Weclome to the Neighborhood –Virgil’s really bad at peopling, or so his new neighbors find out. Prinxiety

Witch Way -  Virgil just wants to live a quiet life with his familiar, Logan. But we can’t always get what we want.

#lefay's masterlist #sanders sides

[notalwaysthevillian]

Brewing Love

Warnings: Kissing, allusions to nsfw, food mention

Pairings: Remile; background Logicality, eventual Prinxiety

Word Count: ~1.4k

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Chapter 7

The rest of the month seemed to whip by. Before Remy could blink, he was sitting on the curb in front of his apartment with his friends, waiting to meet his new roommate.

“Oh, I can’t wait to meet him!” Emile bounced on her toes, silver fabric of her dress bouncing with her. “What’s he like, Patton?”

The bubbly man lit up at the opportunity to talk about his friend. “Virgil is great! He’s a little sarcastic and it takes him a bit to open up to people. But once you’re his friend, he’ll do anything for you.”

A moving van pulled up, cutting off all conversation.

The man who stepped out was not someone Remy could’ve pictured Patton being friends with. His purple hair was shaved on the sides and left long on the top, barely reaching to the top of his eyebrows. The hoodie he was wearing looked handmade. Patches were expertly sewn on, giving it a bit of a ragtag look. Yet somehow it fit with his skinny jeans and combat boots.

“Virgil!”

Virgil barely managed to stabilize himself before he had an armful of Patton. The two of them giggled as they nearly fell over.

Logan’s fond sigh was expected.

Roman’s was not.

Turning, Remy saw the heart eyes directed at Virgil. He grinned, having a feeling it would be all too easy to get the two of them together.

That feeling grew as Virgil locked eyes with Roman and blushed.

It took them the rest of the afternoon to get Virgil moved into the spare bedroom. Since there were quite a few of them, Virgil had been told not to worry about hiring movers. He apologized multiple times as they hauled his furniture upstairs, but was reassured at every turn.

As Roman walked in with a nightstand, Remy pulled out his laptop. “Who’s down for pizza?”

“Me!” Patton and Emile shouted in unison.

Logan rolled up the sleeves on his button down and ran a hand through his hair. “I suppose we do need sustenance.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Remy could see Virgil hovering. “V, what kind of pizza do you like?”

“I don’t care as long as there’s no pineapple.”

A loud gasp grabbed everybody’s attention. Roman threw a hand over his chest. “You don’t like pineapple on pizza? You wound me.”

“Does he always talk like that?” Virgil asked, turning to Patton.

Logan nodded. “Ever since he played the Prince in our college production of Into the Woods.”

“Alright, so a medium pizza with just pineapple for the wounded prince, a large pepperoni, and a large sausage?” Remy asked, double checking the order.

Patton let out a giggle and whispered something to Logan, making his face turn three shades of red.

Knowing if he asked it would be something about Logan’s...sausage, Remy continued with the order. The tracker started blinking. “Alright, it should be here within half an hour.”

Grabbing Logan’s hand, Patton pulled him over to one of the armchairs. As the two of them got comfortable, Roman took the other end of the couch, leaving the other chair open for Virgil.

“I think we should get to know our new friend.” Roman leaned back. “How do you feel about truth or dare?”

“Must we play such a childish game?” Logan shifted, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. “Can’t we just ask Virgil questions about his life?”

“Yeah, that sounds way better than your suggestion, Princey.”

“Princey?”

“It suits you.” Virgil smirked.

The five of them started asking questions. Virgil told them about his first pet (a lizard named Gizzard), where he went to college (Florida State), and plenty of other personal tidbits.

“Who was your first kiss?” Roman asked. Remy wouldn’t have been surprised if he batted his eyelashes as he did.

Virgil turned fire engine red. “Um...it was…mmhp.”

“What was that?” Logan leaned forward, resting his chin on Patton’s shoulder.

“It was, um. It was Patton.”

“What?!”

Roman’s outburst made Virgil jump and blush harder. The poor guy was nearing purple at this point.

“He was worried about kissing someone that would turn out to be a jerk.” Patton explained, intertwining his fingers with Logan’s. “So I offered.”

“Do you still like our Pattycake?”

“Roman, that’s not an appropriate question.” Logan snapped, before turning to Virgil. “I feel as though I must reassure you. Anything that happened between you and Patton happened long before we met. I hold no hostility towards you. Patton is an excellent kisser.”

“Aww, Lo!” Twisting around, Patton straddled his boyfriend and started kissing him.

Remy could see Virgil watching, looking somewhere between confused and weirded out. “Yeah, that’s something you’ll have to get used to. When it comes to each other, they kind of forget there’s other people in the room.”

“Patton and Logan, sitting in a tree…” Roman sang.

The couple broke apart just as there was a knock on the door. Roman got up and headed to the door. Virgil moved, taking the vacant spot on the couch.

“I never got to thank you for letting me stay here.”

Remy waved a hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. And don’t worry about paying rent until you find a job.”

“Remy, I can’t -”

“Gurl, I’ve been paying for this alone anyway. A few more weeks, months, whatever - it’s not gonna put a dent in my piggy bank.”

Emile pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so generous.”

“Have you ever worked as a barista? I’m sure Logan could afford to pay another person.” Roman set the pizza down on the coffee table next to some paper plates and grabbed his box. “Lord knows they have the business for it.”

“I don’t know if I could handle something like that.” Virgil grabbed a slice. “People can be really rude when it comes to food service.”

The rest of them exchanged amused looks.

Logan cleared his throat. “Virgil, how would you like a job where you’re allowed to talk back to the customers?”

“That doesn’t exist.”

“Did Patton not tell you about our business?”

Wiping sauce off his chin, Virgil shook his head. “No, he just said you own a coffee shop.”

Leaving Logan to explain the ins and outs of what they did, Remy grabbed some pizza for himself and Emile. Holding it out, he fed her a few bites before eating it himself.

“Hey!” She protested, trying to grab it back. “That’s my piece.”

“It’s mine now.”

Shaking her head at his antics, Emile leaned in. She put a hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply, making his head swim.

Before promptly stealing his pizza.

“Em!”

She giggled, taking a large bite. “Hmm?”

“What were you saying earlier about us tuning others out?” Logan asked, a twinkling glint in his eye.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “I’ve walked in on you and Patton having -”

“Okay, okay!”

“That’s what I thought.” Remy said with a laugh.

Cheeks burning, Logan turned back to Virgil. “As I was saying, if you’d like a job there, it’s yours.”

“Can I come in and see what it’s like first? Before I decide?” Virgil bit his nail, stopping when Patton gave him a stern look.

Logan nodded. “Of course. Just let me know and you can shadow Remy for a day.”

“How about Monday?” Virgil set his empty plate down next to the nearly empty pizza box. “That way I can settle in.”

“Monday is perfect.”

After finishing off the pizza, Logan, Patton, and Roman all headed out. Roman took the rest of his box, shooting a mock glare at Virgil - who responded by sticking out his tongue.

“V, do you mind if Emile stays over?” Remy asked as he broke down the pizza boxes.

Virgil shook his head. “As long as you guys aren’t loud.”

“Oh, we’re not - we haven’t, um…” Blood rushed to his face as he struggled to get the words out. “We’re just sleeping. I swear.”

Virgil filled up a cup with water, gave Remy a nod, and disappeared into his bedroom.

Emile walked out of Remy’s bedroom, her duck slippers quacking with every step. She rubbed her eyes, blindly reaching for Remy.

Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her off to bed.

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[trueslove]

✧･ﾟ: * (  park jiwon  ,  cis  female ,  she / her  )  have  you  seen  violet  hwang  around  ?   i  hear  the  twenty-one  year  old  is  working  as  an  art  director  .  did  you  know  they  have  97  love  alarm  points  ?  if  they  ever  want  to  be  truly  loved  someday  they  should  ease  up  on  being  temperamental  &  enigmatic  .  at  least  you  can  say  they’re  disarming  &  convivial,  too.  /  love alarm blocked

                     hello  !  im  xan  and  ur  watching  d*sney  channel ...  just  kidding  we  do  NOT  support  big  corporations  who  just  wanna  take  ur  money  😔  im  22  ,  from  the  est  timezone  (  even  though  my  sleeping  schedule  ...  does  not  reflect  that  sjbdwjkbdjdw  )  &  i  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns  !  im  gonna  be  honest  this  intro  is  gonna  be  completely  winged  so  buckle  up  ....  and  meet  violet  😋 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     quick stats + aesthetics  !

full name: violet hwang. 

nickname(s): vee, vivi.

zodiac: tba....

sexuality: bisexual.

birthplace: manhattan, new york.

current residence: toronto, canada.

aesthetics: maraschino cherries at the bottom of a glass, driving with the windows down at night, unanswered text messages, black nail polish, the sound of rain hitting the windowpane, kissing and not telling, smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes.

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     backstory ! 

was born and raised in nyc baby ! she’s a true city girl, grew up in lower manhattan ( the financial district if u wanna get specific ) to a family with lots of $$$$ thanks to her father’s position as a ceo of an investment bank located on wall street 

life was pretty smooth until she was 17 and her father got arrested for embezzlement and fraud </3 it was actually a huge scandal for the investment bank he worked for because it was a whole group of higher ups who had been in on these crimes. basically a bunch of already rich men trying to get richer ... disgusting ik /: 

her life changed pretty drastically after that ! the hwang name was all over the news, their family was pretty much disgraced by high society in nyc, not a very fun time for anyone but especially not for violet’s mom 

after her dad got arrested violet was uhh high key furious with him for ruining their lives with his greed and she wanted nothing to do with him, but her mom couldnt let go. she was still defending him, spending the money they had left on lawyers which included the money the family had set aside for violet’s trust fund that she would have had access to once she was 18 </3

 so her plans for college changed pretty drastically JSDBJWBDJW ( goodbye ivy league education ) she actually ended up getting into the university of toronto for visual studies on an academic scholarship 

so she made the big move all on her own....moved into a tiny dorm...and vowed to reinvent herself. she didnt wanna be labeled as the daughter of a white collar criminal anymore so she just made it a point not to talk to much abt her past to anyone 

her struggles as someone who grew up with $$$$ turning into a broke college student made for some embarrassing but funny moments <3 luckily though everyone else had their own struggles so no one found it suspicious JSBDJWBDJ

when love alarm launched three years ago, violet had just started college so it was really the Big thing anyone and everyone was talking about. since she’d never been a fan of other dating apps, she wasn’t gonna download it but her roommate at the time convinced her ! at first it was fun, just something she didnt take too seriously 

fast forward to graduation and she’s snagged a job as an art director for a little local museum, doing freelance art directing on the side to help pay the bills. low and behold one day a photographer hires her to be the art director to a shoot they’re doing for a badge club member who was in a very high profile and public relationship at the time

violet ended up working with that photographer and badge club member a handful of times, enough for her to catch fee-🤢 catch feelin-🤢 i cant even say it .. she’d never rung anyone’s love alarm before, so of course her first time had to be with someone who was already taken </3 safe to say she ... freaked out 

she was embarrassed above all else, but also heartbroken bc in her head like ... why would someone who literally is part of an exclusive club based on ppl ringing their love alarm care that she rung theirs ? she didnt think it’d be a big deal to them the way it was to her ( but also didn’t stick around long enough to find out jsxbsjbdjw ) 

when she was offered the block she didn’t hesitate to use it figuring it’s better if no one knows her romantic feelings ever again like that /: she’d delete the app but a part of her still likes knowing there are ppl out there who DO like her like that so ... Rip truly 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     personality + tidbits !

she comes across as ... kind of a bitch SDJBJWBJWBDW it’s truly not on purpose she just has a pretty serious resting expression most of the time ( so she looks mad or annoyed even when she isn’t ) and she’s pretty difficult to get to know ? not to mention the fact that no one has ever witnessed her ring someone’s love alarm .. so all that combined just makes it easy to assume she’s some sort of ice queen when that’s far from the truth /: 

violet really isn’t one to open up too deep to people, but that’s got a lot to do with the past she’s kind of running away from ! so if you’re her friend most of the stuff you know about her is probably surface stuff, but when she’s close to someone she can make that fact hard to realize ? she just has a way with making the people in her life feel important so it’s easy not to be focused on how much you know about her 

never bothers to correct the people that misjudge her. if you don’t like her, if you want to make up assumptions and rumors about her, go ahead like violet really won’t stop you which can sometimes make meeting new people difficult </3 if you’ve seen the dating class webdrama chuu was in she’s kinda like oh seyoung’s chara joowon 🤧

if she wants to, though, she’s pretty good at getting people to like her / trust her ! she does this a lot in professional situations, which is why she’s been doing so well as an art director so far despite being so young 

she’s also very loyal to her friends ! if you can’t ask for extra sauces at mcdonald’s....if you can’t make a phone call to your credit card company explaining that a $3,000 charge to starbucks wasn’t you.....she’s your girl <3 since she’s relatively not bothered by the way people see her ( unless it has to do with her past ) she’s usually the one speaking up if someone she cares about can’t 

after the ... incident ... JSDBWJDBWJ she’s really not a fan of the badge club and everything it stands for ): BUT she continues to do art directing work for a lot of the members when they do photoshoots, or instagram campaigns, or if they have a pop up shop, etc. it’s good money and she needs every penny considering she’s living without support from her family 

cannot cook to save her life so she’s always eating out .. this really is why she’s taking those more high profile jobs she can’t budget .. but it’s better, safety wise at least, that she continues wasting her money on takeout aha <3 

pretends she’s not a romantic and is all about the ~casual flings~ but really she’s just afraid of serious feelings and the idea of a serious relationship ... it’s the trauma 😔 constantly jokes shes gonna bring the tinder whore era back JWDBWJBDJW she is sick of this true love nonsense ! ( the irony of this url ahaha... ) 

she’s the most social after a few drinks, since drunk her isn’t burdened by a mind that overthinks literally everything the way she is sober. if you don’t supervise her though she can get pretty carried away and probably get into some kind of trouble so she’s definitely not the person you want to be in charge on a night out !

really wants a dog but doesn’t think she’s cut out to be a pet parent it feels just as scary as the idea of having an actual kid so ... BDWBDJW if you have a pet ? she’s gonna be living vicariously through you <3 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     wanted connections !

the photographer that hired her / introduced her to the badge club member she ended up having feelings for 

the badge club remember she had / has feelings for because we love suffering 😈

old roommates from college !! maybe even the one that got her to download love alarm in the first place hehehe

also a current roommate / roommates because your girl can’t afford to live on her own <3

someone she’s confided in about her past ( maybe they judged her for it and had a falling out, or maybe they remain confidants ) 

an ex bf or gf she dated while she was in school ! she never rang their love alarm ( even though this was pre block ) so maybe that’s why things ended between them. or maybe they never rang each others and it was just a mutual thing where they both didn’t really have feelings for each other and tried to date anyway and it didn’t work. or perhaps they dated and when violet realized she was starting to have those feelings she dipped before she ever got a chance to ring their love alarm bc she didn’t want to be exposed like that and commitment is scary ): 

spare best friend ? i’d use a knife emoji to show you how serious i am but i dont wanna scare anyone away aha .. i would just love a best friend plot 🥺

current flings / hookups or past flings / hookups ! i imagine most of them to not be serious but it would be kinda cool if there was someone she’s seeing now that she’s got the love alarm block that she’s actually falling for considering she’s never gonna be able to ring their love alarm hehehehe

people she art directs for !! i imagine she’s got a pretty long list of employers ( from badge club members to regular folk  🤧 ) so it would be cool to have people who hire her for stuff, or who collaborate with her for artistic endeavors since i’ve noticed we have a lot of artsy muses <3 

ummm maybe an enemy. but where it’s like .. the hate isn’t even that deep it’s just like oh you dislike me ? well i dislike you FIRST 😠 and they insult each other and try and sabotage each other like five year olds fighting on the playground like it seems super serious to them but to everyone watching it’s like ... can you guys just get over it you dumb babies KSDBSDBWD like they could probably be good friends if they just .. stopped 

and you’ve reached the end of this NOVEL of an intro post JDBJWBDJWBDW im literally so sorry i tried not to ramble but ..... its just who i am </3 please come shoot me a message to plot !!! you can use tumblr ims but im way more available / quicker to respond on discord so if u wanna add me there and plot u can find me at junhee mr. soft hands ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172  i also did not check this post for typos so if u find one ... mind ur business 😭😭😭 

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔 ── ooc ! ┘ #lovealarm.intro #HELPSDBWJD finally i finished.....im so sorry in advance this is . so long #also im going out in like 2 hours to eat so if im slow to respond to messages tonight u know whats going on <33333

[nexttrickanvils]

Day 5 of @shuharuweek: AU/Song & Dance

Yup it’s time for more roleswap AU. So enjoy Haru starting up the Empress Confidant. ;)

Title: Foolish Empress: Empress Confidant Rank 1

Characters: Fool!Haru, Empress!Akira, Morgana, others are there briefly

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It was official… the Phantom Thieves were low on money.

Then again Haru shouldn’t be too surprised. After all between buying new weapons for everyone and buying a cell phone for Yusuke so he could actually communicate with the rest of the team it was no wonder that their funds were low.

Haru pulls up the group chat to let everyone know what was going on.

HARU:  Some bad news. I just looked at our funds and we’re running low. We may have to make do with our current equipment and supplies.

ANN: Can’t we just hold up some Shadows in Mementos?

RYUJI: Yeah but we just finished up Madarame’s palace. I wanna take a break before we get back to work.

HARU: I agree with Ryuji-kun, I don’t want you all to overwork yourselves.

YUSUKE: I apologize. I know you three had to use that money for this phone and equipment for me.

ANN: Yusuke, don’t. You needed a phone and like hell was Madarame gonna give you one.

RYUJI: Yeah and we couldn’t let you face shadows without good stuff. Plus we all bought new junk so it ain’t all on you.

YUSUKE: I appreciate your words but that still leaves us with our current situation.

HARU: I guess the best option would be take a job. I saw some job postings at the subway, maybe I can take a look at those.

ANN: You sure Haru? You just said you didn’t want us to overwork ourselves.

HARU: I’ll be fine Ann-chan, thank you.

With that Haru closed the app and put her phone away. From his spot next to her on the bed, Morgana gives her a concerned look.

“I think Lady Ann has a point. You can’t lead Les Fantômes if you exhaust yourself.” said Morgana

Haru smiles in response and starts petting her (not) feline companion

“I appreciate that you’re all looking out for me but we can’t solely rely on the Metaverse for our money. I promise that I’ll be looking for something that’s simple and won’t take too much time.”

“...Well I should come with you and help, just in case.”

Haru briefly thinks of saying to Morgana that he’s always with her outside but instead she just thanks him.

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“How about this one? It’s that beef bowl place in Shibuya.” Morgana said as he looked at the flyer from over Haru’s shoulder

“I don’t know. I’ve been there with Ryuji once. It was so crowded and there weren’t a lot of people working that night.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad if they hired more people.”

“I suppose, let’s consider it a “maybe.””

So far the job search turned out to be more difficult than Haru thought. There certainly wasn’t a lack of openings but for one reason or another they simply didn’t fit what Haru was looking for. One didn’t work because she was too young to apply, another was too strict with its scheduling, and so on.

“This one won’t do at all.”

But she refused to give up.

“Hm… not this one.”

There had to be something…

“No...”

...Just right…

“Oh! Mona-chan look at this one!”

Rafflesia Flower Shop Now Hiring!

Located in Underground Mall at Shibuya Station

Looking for charming employees to build and give our customers their dream bouquets.

Willing to provide flexible hours

Starting salary is 3200 yen.

Haru smiles as she pulls out her phone and calls the number on the flyer.

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“Thank you for taking this position, Kurusu-chan. I can tell that you’ll be a very good fit for Rafflesia.”

Haru gave her thanks to Hanasaki-san as she tied the apron around her waist.

“Now Kurusu-chan since this is your first day, I’m going to ask you to shadow me and Amamiya-kun. We’ll do the work and you observe us and try to learn the ropes.”

“Amamiya-kun?”

“Another employee, he’ll be here soon. Just keep your eye out for a young man about your age with dark hair and glasses. Now let’s get to work shall we?”

Haru did as she was told for the shift, learning as much as she can about the job from Hanasaki-san, and all the while keeping her eyes out for someone matching her co-worker’s description.

She was in the middle of watching her boss put together a bouquet of scarlet roses, care-nation, and justice jasmines when Amamiya-san arrived.

He was just as Hansaki-san described though Haru couldn’t help but giggle a little over how his headband was just barely containing his mess of hair. Thankfully he didn’t seem to hear (or mind) Haru’s laughing and instead went straight to their boss.

“I apologize for taking so long Hanasaki-san.”

“It’s no problem. Kurusu-chan, this is Ren Amamiya. Amamiya-kun, this is our new hire, Haru Kurusu. She’ll be shadowing you for the rest of the shift. So give her a good example to follow, alright?”

“Heh, heh, don’t worry I will.”

Amamiya then turned to Haru and smiled. For a brief moment she felt her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s nice to meet you Kurusu-chan. It’s good for have an extra set of hands here.”

“Oh! I-I I’m glad to be here.”

For the rest of the shift, Haru watched and followed Amamiya-kun. His passion for the job was something to be admired. He happily explained the different meanings of each flower, connecting those meanings to the type of bouquets people wanted, and really laid on the charm for the customers.

Honestly Haru found herself blushing more than once.

She was so focused on him, that she almost didn’t notice when Hanasaki-san approached her with an envelope of money.

“Here’s your pay for today. It’s just standard wages. Good work, Kurusu-chan. Come back again when you have the time.”

“Thank you, I will.”

She waved good-bye to her co-workers and made her way to the train back to Yongen-Jaya

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As soon as the bell rung, Haru made her way upstairs to meet with Ann and Ryuji to discuss going into Mementos today.

Just as she reached the second-year’s floor, Haru found herself nearly crashing into another student.

“Oh, my apologies...!”

“It’s fine Kurusu-chan I wasn’t looking where I was going and...”

Wait “Kurusu-chan?”

Haru looked up to face the student and found herself at a loss for words.

The boy in front of her wore a black sweater over his school turtleneck but what caught her attention was his messy dark hair and grey eyes. If he pulled his bangs back and wore a pair of glasses he’d look just like...

“...Amamiya-kun?”

“I-I’m sorry! Y-you must have me mistaken for-for s-some... ” and with that the boy rushed downstairs.

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The next day, Amamiya-kun didn’t arrive at work. Hanasaki-san had said that he called in sick but after what happened yesterday, Haru couldn’t help but worry. Why did he run away when she recognized him? Not to mention how different he was from the charming confident young man at the flower shop. Was he hiding something?

Whatever was wrong, she wanted to help him. She wasn’t going to let someone struggle in silence.

For the next few days at school, Haru kept her eyes open for Amamiya. She tried to ask around about him but anyone who was actually willing to talk to her only seemed to vaguely know who she was talking about.

She finally found him one day, exiting the library with a small stack of books.

“There you are!”

The dark-haired boy froze and looked at Haru with a nervous expression.

“Please don’t run away. I just wanted to talk, I’ve been worried about you.”

“Wait… Worried? About me?”

“You haven’t been to work since we bumped into each other the other day. Is there something the matter Amamiya-kun? Please whatever it is, I want to help...”

With some hesitance, Amamiya walked toward Haru.

“I’ll explain, just follow me.”

The two make their way outside the building and eventually sat down in one of the alcoves by the vending machines.

Amamiya looks around to see if anyone was near, takes a deep breath, and faces Haru.

“The truth is… my name isn’t Ren Amamiya. It’s Akira. The glasses and the headband are part of the… mask I wear for lack of a better word.”

“Why use a fake name? Why disguise yourself… are you in trouble Ama… I mean Akira-kun?”

Akira sighs, “No but I would be. Certain people in my life… wouldn’t approve of my choice of hobby. They want me to be more of a proper gentleman and well “proper gentlemen ” don’t plant and tend flowers. So I came up with the disguise so I could just get away from my regular life and do something I love. When you recognized me here, I was afraid that word would spread and everyone would find out.”

Haru sadly stares at him. She can’t imagine what it must be like to hide your passion in such a way. Without even thinking, Haru places her hand on top of Akira’s.

“Kurusu-chan?”

“Please, just call me Haru. And I promise Akira-kun, your secret is safe with me. You obviously care about working at the shop and it makes you happy. I never want to take that away from you. And if you ever need someone to confide in, I’ll be there.”

A tinge of pink covers Akira’s cheeks before he smiles.

“I… thank you Haru-chan.”

Haru squeezes Akira’s hand as she can feel a new power within her and time seeming to stop.

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She felt dizzy, her mouth was dry, and everything hurt.

Haru faced Niijima-san who seemed to pondering something.

“One of your later jobs involved probing into a certain conglomerate. There’s a possibility you even infiltrated their company building. Perhaps you had some sort of connection… Tell me about this person.”

Just as before with Niijima-san’s previous questions about her confidants, Haru stayed silent.

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I am thou, thou art I…

Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion

That breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Empress Persona,

I have obtained the winds of blessing that

Shall lead to freedom and new power…

Akira cleared his throat and Haru immediately pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry, I just kind of...”

“N-no it’s fine. I just… I know I already said it but thank you. I’ll be back at Rafflesia in a couple days. Then… then maybe I’ll take you up on your offer. I should head home now, my father’s… well I don’t want to worry him. I’ll see you later, Haru-chan.”

“See you later, Akira-kun.”

She waved goodbye as Akira walked away. However she soon heard a familiar laugh from her bag. Haru quickly opened it up and found Morgana grinning like… well like the cat that caught the canary.

“Mona-chan, I thought you were napping! How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about your boyfriend.”

With that Haru zipped her bag back up, stood up, and made her way to the station. All the while ignoring Morgana’s protests.

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