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( brittany o’grady / demi woman ) WESLEY McCARRICK is 23 years old and is a SENIOR at thales university. SHE is majoring in FILM and is known for being THE MAVERICK as THEY can be HUMOROUS and OPEN-MINDED as well as DITZY and IMPULSIVE. every time i see HER/THEM, THEY remind me of PURPLE SKY IN THE DESERT, SKATING AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO FEEL THE WIND ON YOU, A JOKE TOLD WITH A TOOTHY GRIN.

hero’s back w character no. 2 and yet......

full name: wesley ‘wes’ elaine mccarrick

birthdate: february 2, 1997

age: 23

gender: demi woman

pronouns: she/her/they/them

zodiac: aquarius

nationality: american

ethnicity: black (louisiana creole) and white (irish)

hometown: santa fe, nm

languages: english, intermediate spanish

family:

theodore mccarrick, father

elaine barlow, mother

ruby mccarrick, older brother

delphine mccarrick, older sister

sherri barlow, maternal grandmother

many cousins

orientation: bisexual biromantic, pref. towards women/nb people but will date men

religion: agnostic

height: 5 ft 4 in

distinguishing features: eyebrows, hair, lips

character inspo: ilana wexler (broad city), harley quinn (dc comics), phoebe buffay (friends), prob more

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

TRIGGERS: divorce, mentions of crime, drug and alcohol use

the youngest child of ted and elaine mccarrick, wes was a kid who is full of life. she’s the kind of kid who did things to make you smile, and it usually worked. she was warm and inviting, a little naive, but she had a strong support system.

her parents divorce when she’s six, she doesn’t quite understand it but her dad moves out, and her grandma and multiple cousins move in. it’s a lively household, between her mom, who works as a nurse, and her siblings, and her cousins, it was never really quiet and there was never a lot of room.

despite the split, her parents maintain that their children have a relationship with both of them, and truthfully, wes is a daddy’s girl. she and her dad were cut from the same cloth, happy go lucky, fun loving, a bit silly, he’s the one who introduces her to movies. it’s their thing, watching and critiquing them together, and it’s not whatever is in theatres either. they went for all times of filmmaking, new wave, surrealist, and more.

it really stuck with wes, who herself had begun making movies, mostly horror/fantasy/scifi stuff with her friends-- she writes and directs and occasionally, she’ll don a costume and star in them. they’re silly little things, but her family always sat down for her “premieres.”

her formative years are marked with plenty of things, sports, deaths of distant family members, a cousin or two who gets caught in the wrong crowd and ends up in jail, and throughout this, wes remains a rock for her family.

she’s in high school, and she gets into the eclectic crowd, the outcasts, the weirdos, the ones who smoked under the bridge, and partied out in an abandoned trailer near the desert. these freaks were her freaks. they accepted her with open arms, as she them.

she chooses thales because she always wants to see the east coast, and frankly, as much as she loves her family, she wants to be free of them. and they have a fantastic film program. so!

she meets steven in their first film class together, and they’re fast friends, despite her usual weariness of YET another film bro, steven proves to be a good egg. so she thinks. she finds out through him talking that he might not be the most faithful to his girlfriend, and as much as she doesn’t like meddling, she thinks it’s only right to let clarissa, who she doesn’t really know well, know. however, before there’s a chance, everything happens-- now she’s stuck wondering if she should reveal the truth, or let sleeping dogs lie.

nana is different, nana and her dated her sophomore year, nana’s freshman year. it wasn’t serious. but they were fond of each other. they eventually break up, but they stay friendly, waving to each other in the halls, chatting at parties.

both the disappearance and the murder is weird for wes, who by all accounts, isn’t great at dealing with bad shit. she prefers to laugh about things. laugh about everything. because if she doesn’t laugh, she’ll cry.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

wes is a mess, a free-spirit, a walking contradiction. she’s very independent minded, the kind of person who does things without thinking so much about the consequences, this leads her into trouble sometimes. like nicking something from a convenience store, or stealing a stop sign as a prank. she’s definitely the kind to goof off and not exactly dedicate her full attention to something. and while she’s in genuinely good spirits on most occasions, she has a staunch ‘no asshole’ policy. the type to defend the underdogs, and go after bullies. she’ll punch you with a smile on her face, and yet it ends up being more unnerving than you realize. she’s a bit of a ditz, as well, never the best at school, but can talk your ear off about the going ons of the world. she’s a lovable dumbass, for sure, and loyal to a tee once you get her as a friend.

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horror movie fan! her favorites are some of the oldies, like dracula and the bride of frankenstein! and some new ones! big fan of jordan peele’s work, as well as ari aster’s! but mostly really advocates for women directors and directors of color!

also does roller derby! she picked this up her first year at thales and fell in love with it, i can’t think of a name for her yet, but she’s a blocker, won’t hesitate to elbow some dick at the bar

kinda a tomboy? she’s always been! she’s rough and tumble and not afraid to get down and dirty with someone, i.e. will join those football games on the quad or crawl through the mud for a scene to shoot

doesn’t know if she wants to be a director/writer or a cinematographer honestly.... she loves the technical aspects of film as much as the making the stories

definition of a bruh girl, says it a whole lot, but also just if you tell her you love her, she’ll just roll her eyes and be like you’re an idiot (which means she loves you too) she’ll be affectionate if she’s close to you

kinda a wh*re oops....... texts multiple girls at a time and doesn’t want to hurt any of their feelings she doesn’t know how she keeps ending up in these situations... also a bisexual disaster

a stoner as well..... always has a massive jar of weed

unclear whether she lives on campus or off campus but if she does live off campus she has a pet turtle named elsa lanchester after the bride of frankenstein actress

a drummer! she’s in a band (name tbd) she started drumming at a young age and found it was a good way to manage her aggression

doesn’t really do well with emotions, so she’ll either be like there, there, or try to make jokes.... she really said kids can you lighten up

walking meme... such a walking meme... doesn’t know so many things she’s like a cute puppy with no thoughts head empty but she’s so fun to be around

life of the party.... nana she came fr ur spot and she took it and she’s not sorry but she does miss u a lot

doesn’t rly feel like she’s allowed to be upset anyways bc some people have it...... way worse.... can u say Imposter syndrome

kind of an enabler...... will be that person to push u to try things but not in a peer pressurey way, more like if u are unsure abt sending a text she says do it

wears fun earrings and socks! think lollipops or gummy bears or found objects like she collects that shit it’s her lifeline

boxes! she’s been boxing since she was abt 12, courtesy of her older brother (who is now a doctor thx ruby) and it’s a good way to exercise and release stress

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend -- two of a feather, cut from the same cloth, or complete opposites it doesnt matter to her (the abbi to her ilana)

roller derby friends -- she’s p close to the team, margs on her

makeup artist pal -- i think it would be neat fr someone to try and teach her makeup whether its normal or sfx bc she wants to look like a monster or smthn

she’s gullible, u take advantage of that -- u just tell her lies p much and she’s like yeah ok that sounds right

party friends

classmates

fwbs (f/m/nb) -- tbh she might have one or two of these but they literally are the def of pals who bone sometimes... like v good abt being like you good? u dont want more? cool me too

exes (f/m/nb) -- mostly dated women or nb people but def cld have had a guy

she smokes you out -- p much the only reason u hang out w her is bc she has good weed

someone she’s fought -- like fully decked in the face, prob said something that rubbed her the wrong way and it just devolved from there

people who dislike her -- she could definitely be seen as annoying bc shes loud and dorky and funny so ??

breaks someone out of their shell -- p self explanatory, pushes them to have fun, w everything happening shes rly like lifes too short to not take the opportunities around u

cousins! probably on her dad’s side! i figure she has some east coast fam

anything? truly?

#pyrrhic.intro #intro.#divorce tw #crime mention #drug use tw #alcohol use tw #i pulled this out of my ass

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khaleesimaka · 7 years

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As You Wish - Chapter 3: New Beginnings

*arrives almost 2 yrs late with Starbucks and a sconce*

Surprise!!! Happy Valentine’s Day!! ❤︎❤︎

Beat some of y’all thought this AU was dead, but it definitely is not. Sorry it took me so long to finally write this chapter!! I’m really excited to be getting back to this AU after so long because I still adore this story a lot, and I’ve been thinking about future chapters a lot lately too ❤︎ so expect this fic to be getting updates this year because it’s happening ❤︎❤︎

I hope y’all enjoy this chapter!!

Summary: Never in her wildest dreams did she think her butler would end up being her boyfriend, yet there they were. Soul, the man who was only meant to be hired help around the house, helped her with so much more. From being her friend to her boyfriend to the center of her sexual desires. He had seeped into her life slow and steady.

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The issue with wanting to start over with Soul was that it was easier said than done.

He was her butler, hired help under her and her papa, and last she checked, that kind of unequal balance of power didn't make for a healthy friendship. Friendships in modern media where those type of relationships were shown always had a negative connotation surrounding it. Something Maka wasn't a big fan of. She didn't want to feel like he had an obligation to be her friend. If they did indeed want to start over, she wanted to do things correctly. Naturally.

Normal.

Nothing dealing with him being her butler.

“Blair, I need some advice,” Maka said, sliding into one of the bar stools as the maid wiped down the counter.

Golden eyes glimmered up at her beneath purple bangs, and a smirk stretched across Blair’s face that reminded Maka of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Maka felt unease settle in her gut at the possibilities of what the smirk can mean. After knowing the maid for a good amount of her life, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

“Boy troubles?” Blair purred.

Lucky guess.

“I-it might--It does have to do with a guy, but not in the way--” Maka stammered out before being interrupted.

“Ooooh, I knew this day would come!” Blair squealed. She tossed the rag in her hand over her shoulder and to the sink where it surprisingly landed perfectly over the counter. “My baby Maka is ready to lose her virginity and enter adulthood!”

“Wait, what? Blair, no! That's not--”

Before she could finish her sentence, Maka’s face collided with Blair’s chest as the maid cradled her head and pretended to sob in her hair.

“I'm so proud of you, kitten! You're going to be going from a girl to a woman. I thought this day would never come!” Blair pulled Maka away from her, smooshing her cheeks, so that she was staring down at Maka. “Do you need me to buy you condoms? Distract your dad so he doesn't walk in on you? Just say the word, and I will be happy to assist you.”

“It's neither of those things, Blair,” Maka said, attempting to push herself free with little success. “I need advice about Soul.”

The air around them shifted as Blair pushed Maka out of the hug and studied her.

“What about Soul? You're not still trying to get him fired, are you? I thought we were passed that.”

“No, I'm not trying to get him fired,” Maka huffed, wiggling out of Blair’s grasp. She looked away from the maid, straightening out her bangs as she mumbled, “The other night we kinda agreed to start over as friends, but I don't know how to be friends with him since he's, you know, supposed to be my butler. I was hoping you could give me advice.”

“Uh huh.” A pause. “Okay, well, first, I’m gonna need you to back track and tell me what happened the other night to bring this about because a few days ago you were hellbent on getting him fired.”

Maka chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to gather the words that would make Soul’s sentiment from the night before less endearing than it was, but there wasn't anything. He had been kind to her even after putting up with her shitty behavior and her failed attempts to get him fired. When she should have been teased and laughed at for eating alone, he chose to sit down with her. It was more than Maka could ever say for herself. She tended to be passive aggressive and rude to people who were mean to her first. That had been her behavior since birth.

Soul was different, and she was grateful for it. Which was why she needed to tell the truth.

“When Soul was leaving the other night, he saw me eating alone and joined me,” Maka admitted. “We talked and got to know each other a little, and before he left, I apologized for being an ass and that's when we agreed to start over as friends.”

“Mhm. I warned you about being an ass to him, and now you’re regretting doing it,” Blair said, crossing her arms beneath her chest and staring down at Maka. “As you should because the poor boy didn’t do a damn thing to deserve you meddling with his job.”

“I know,” Maka moaned out. “That’s why I’m coming to you for advice. I feel bad for the way I treated him, and I want to make things right. I want to be friends with him, but I don’t think I can do that considering he’s my butler. I’m technically his boss, and I’d feel weird hanging out with him because it won’t be a natural, real friendship. I’ll always be his boss. I don’t like that.”

Silence fell between them. Blair continued to glare at her in that motherly way only she could manage, her golden eyes dark and fierce that made Maka regret every decision in her short lived life. She hated the affect Blair had on her, the connection between them, but at the same time she loved it dearly. The maid was more than just hired help; she was a confidant, someone Maka knew she could lean on for support, and the woman who had raised her.

If anyone had a right to make Maka regret anything, it was definitely her.

“Well, I think you should fire him,” Blair said, making her way over to the sink.

“What!? But you were the one who was against me doing that from the beginning!”

“I know. I'm not saying you should permanently fire him, but you should fire him as your own personal butler.” Blair paused as she put on a set of purple and yellow gloves. “If you want to be friends with him, it's the first logical step. You can't have a friendship with someone you're the boss of. It's weird and you'll never see them as your equal. They'll always be someone who is beneath you, and I know you, Maka. You won't like having a friendship that's like that.”

“I know I won't like it which is why I'm asking you for advice, but you want me to fire him? After you've been against me doing that since the beginning?”

“No, no, no, Maka. You have the wrong idea. What I mean is,” she turned to face Maka, “you fire him as your butler and have him work strictly under Spirit. Soul will not take any orders from you whatsoever. All of his tasks will come from either me or your father. That way you can be friends with Soul without it being weird. Does that make sense?”

Maka blinked and mulled over the maid’s advice.

It did make sense to fire Soul as her butler. She hadn’t wanted a butler in the first place, and if her and Soul were to go forward as friends, it would take the imbalance of power out of their relationship. He won’t be beneath her, she won’t feel like she owns Soul, and they can go on in their lives being friends. For all intents and purposes, it was the logical decision she could make as well as the most sound advice Blair could give her. Except, it left one problem still in the air.

“I think I get what you’re saying now,” Maka said. “I fire Soul as my butler, and he works directly under you and Papa instead.”

Blair nodded, a small smile gracing her mouth.

“But how would I initiate a friendship with Soul?” Maka asked.

The maid’s smile turned to a pout as she said, “Not sure, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure out what you and him can do to be friends.” Blair turned back to the sink and continued sorting through dishes. “Isn’t the annual summer barbecue this weekend over at Kid’s place? Maybe you can invite him to that.”

“He doesn’t know anyone, though.”

“Maka, you’re making this more difficult than it has to be.” Blair turned back around to face Maka, her hands finding her hips as she did so. “How do you expect him to make friends in a new town like this? By staying at home and doing nothing?”

“Oh. Right.”

She slouched in her chair feeling foolish for not realizing the obvious. It didn't matter if Soul knew her friends or not. The only way for him to get to know them better was if she introduced him to them. Sometimes she could be so clueless when it came to things right in front of her.

“I'm glad you finally understand.” The maid twirled back around to the sink and flicked the handle. “Now if you'll excuse me I need to clean these dishes before your father comes home.”

Sitting at the counter for another minute or two, Maka watched as Blair busied herself with the dishes before sliding off and heading out to the guest house.

“Thank you for the help,” Maka said over her shoulder to the maid. Blair only waved a purple glove in her direction in of acceptance.

Music pounding in his ears, Soul scrubbed away at the stains on Maka's stove thinking of ways to tell her how she can avoid such things. Her stove is meant to be stainless steel -- he checked -- but somehow she still managed to get specks of food on it when she cooked. Either she was a conniving woman whose only desire was to make his work worse or she was a terrible cool. A part of him expected it to be the latter while another, the part of him who still didn't trust her fully even after their conversation the other night, held onto it being the former.

Either way, he desperately needed to have a conversation with her. Girls weren’t meant to be such messy cooks.

He was so into his work and music, he didn’t hear nor sense the girl in question enter her home until she tapped him on the shoulder. Soul let out the un-manliest noise as jumped and yanked the earbuds from his ears and stared wide-eyed at his attacker.

“Jesus fuck! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Soul yelled at Maka, trying to shake off the initial shock. His heart pounded so fast in his chest he swore it was about ready to burst out like the alien baby in Aliens. “Nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

“How about you try not to use such fowl language like that in front of someone who’s supposed to be your boss,” she bit back, green eyes turning into slits.

Soul opened his mouth to comment, but thought better of it.

“Sorry. You scared me, and it slipped out. It won’t happen again,” he grumbled.

“I would hope not,” she said. Her face relaxed, though, as she straightened her back and placed her hands behind her back like some sort of diplomat. “I actually came to talk to you about something. Do you mind sitting down at the table.”

He cocked a brow as she waved over to the dining table, but nodded. Stuffing his earbuds and phone into the pockets of his uniform, he made his way over to it and sat down with Maka taking the seat across from her. It threw him off how stock still she sat, her hands folded in front of her, and for a moment he feared he was in trouble. He had only seen one person look at him the way she was currently. His parents -- mostly his father -- had a habit of sitting the exact way Maka was; her face serious, body posture perfect, and an aura of business vibrating off her.

“Am I in trouble or something?” Soul asked after a minute of silence.

“No. Not exactly. I wanted to talk about the other night and our conversation and ask your opinion about something.”

“Okay,” he said, still unsure if he should be nervous or not.

“When you said you want to be friends and start over, did you mean it?”

“Uuhh, yeah. Why would I lie?”

“And you said in our interview you’re twenty-two, right?” He nodded. “Which would mean you’re only three years older than me.” She paused and sucked her bottom lip. “And isn’t it kinda weird to have a boss who’s younger than you?”

“It's fine, I guess?” he said, his voice rising at the end making it a question.

The furrow between Maka's brows deepened like he had said something wrong. “Are you sure? Being bossed around by someone who’s younger than you doesn't bother you? Or someone you want to be friends with?”

He blinked once, twice, his own brows knitting together in confusion.

“I think it’d be easier if you flat out told me what you’re trying to get at,” he told her. “Because I'm kinda lost right now.”

Maka’s mouth turned into a thin line as she sucked in her lips before sighing. “I'm firing you as my butler.”

“You're firing me?” Soul asked more shocked than he intended. “Why?”

“Because unlike you I can't be friends with someone I'm supposed to be the boss of. It's weird, and it isn't a healthy friendship. If you and are going to be friends, I’d prefer you didn't work under me.”

“So I'm losing my job?” he asked after a second or two.

“No!” Maka said. “No. You're going to still work here, I'll have to talk to Papa, but you're going to be taking orders from Blair and you'll be working in the main house. You won't be working here anymore.”

Leaning back in his chair and relaxing a bit, he mulled over her words. It made sense. Bosses and employees were rarely friends outside of work, and he did want to be friends with Maka. He hated to admit it, but she'd be his first friend in the town where he knew no one save for his brother. That had been part of the reason why he suggested they start over and be friends because, even though Maka was an ass to him his first month of working there, she seemed to be an interesting girl. In the few time she wasn't trying to sabotage him and talked to her friends, she seemed like a cool girl. She was more than the angry girl she had shown him in the beginning, and he wanted to get to know the real her.

Also, he was desperate for at least one friend.

“So long as I'm not losing my job,” he grumbled, playing off his need for a friend. “I really need this job.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Great. That makes things a lot easier.”

He nodded. “That means I don't need to finish cleaning, right?”

“Not here. I'll do whatever you didn't get to,” she waved off. “I'd prefer to do my own cleaning, to be honest.”

“Cool.”

“Yep.”

Silence fell between them. Soul drummed his fingers on the table unsure of what else to say and feeling more awkward as the seconds ticked by. Maka sat there staring at him completely unphased by the situation. That, or she was prolonging their staring contest to make things more uncomfortable between them. Whichever it was, Soul squirmed in his chair and sighed after a good three minutes had pass. The longest three minutes of his life.

“Was that all you wanted to talk about?”

Maka shifted her gaze away from him at his question and fiddled with her fingers. He recognized those habits because he was usually the one who initiated them when things were difficult. They reminded him of fancy dinner parties and after parties with people he didn't care about or people who dismissed his work as being on par with amateurs. Whatever Maka had left to tell him, it didn't sit well with her.

“There is one more thing that Blair had suggested,” she sighed. “I know you don’t know my friends, but we’re having a barbecue this weekend for the 4th of July and I wanted to invite you. Since you’re my friend and all.”

The introvert side of himself told him to kindly decline the offer and come up with some sort of excuse for why he couldn’t go. Maybe him and Wes were already planning on doing something together since it’ll be the first time him and Soul get to do anything for the holiday. As if they’ve ever celebrated the holiday before, though. Wes had probably already made plans with one of his fuck buddies to do something with them or he was planning on drinking the holiday away or something. Knowing his brother, it was more than likely the former.

But another part of Soul, the part who knew how lonely he was in the new town, wanted to accept her offer.

He listened to the introvert in him, though.

“I’ll be working,” he said.

“You have the day off. It’s a holiday.”

Right. Of course he did.

Soul rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Then I guess I can go.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She paused and her gaze nervously flitted over him again. “I know how weird and out of place it feels to be somewhere new with people you don’t know, but I promise you my friends aren’t that weird. I think they’ll like you, anyways.”

“Nah. I wanna go. I don’t have any plans so why not,” he shrugged.

It’ll be fun, he reassured himself.

“Good,” she said. “Great. Do you wanna meet me here or do you want me to pick you up?”

“Uuuhh,” he stalled. He didn't exactly want her to know where he lived; they weren't close friends and his home was reserved to those he knew well. Never mind she probably had his address on his application, but that was only a technicality. “I'll meet you here.”

“Alright. Then be here around nine on Saturday since it's a two hour drive and all.”

“Cool.” He paused and licked his lips, glancing at the decorations on the wall behind. “Guess I'll see you then?”

“Yep,” she smiled. “And from now on you'll only work in the main house. You won't have to come here anymore. I'll work it out with Papa when he gets back from wherever he's at.”

“Cool,” he repeated.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she said, standing from her chair and offering her hand to him. “Sorry I was a butt to you for most of your time here, but hopefully our friendship won't be so difficult.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, taking her hand.

As he left Maka’s house, he couldn't remember the last time he had a friendship start out so diplomatically, but he had a feeling things were going to be interesting. He was curious to find out how things went for them given how everything started out. So long as she didn't try to sabotage or make his life a living hell, he didn't much care what she did from here on out.

“I'm bringing a friend to Kid’s party on Saturday,” Maka revealed in voice chat with Liz and Tsubaki, bracing herself for their reactions.

“What kinda friend?” Liz asked from the confines of her closet. “Wouldn't happen to be a boy, would it?”

Tsubaki’s gaze lifted from where she was painting her toes, a minx-like grin spreading across her face. Her dark blue eyes glinted mischievously, and Maka immediately regretted bringing the subject up. Especially with these two who had a reputation of being terrible friends when it came to the subject of boys and teasing Maka about her relationship status. So what if it had been less than a year since she last dated a boy? It wasn't like there was some kind of time crunch for her to find a guy. She was happy being single. When the time comes for her to find romance again, it’ll happen. For now, she was content where she was.

“Yes, it's a boy,” Maka sighed. She hated the toothy smile Tsubaki gave her. “But it isn't like that. He's new here, and I thought it would be nice to introduce him to some new people.”

Liz poked her head out of her closet, her own eyes squinting at Maka, and she had a feeling she knew her friend’s current thought process.

“Have you told Kid, yet?” Tsubaki asked. “There's already six of us, and with your new guest, that'll make seven, and you know how he gets about things being even.”

She knew. Trust her, she knew.

“Kid is going through therapy to himself with his OCPD so it shouldn't be too bad,” Maka said. “This can be like a learning process for him. How to handle seven people at your party instead of eight. It'll be good for him, right?”

“You're not his therapist, though, and--”

“And we all know Kid needs help with his issues so what Maka’s doing is okay,” Liz cut in. Tsubaki gave her a look that hinted they've had this conversation one too many times before and scowled. “Don't give me that look, Tsu. I tried to help that boy all through high school, but it only got worse. Anyways, Kid’s mental health isn't the topic of discussion here. The topic here is that Maka’s bringing a boy to Kid’s party.”

“First, it isn't like that,” Maka said, putting a finger up to silence her friend from going any further. “And second, I told you, I invited him because he's new in town, and I thought it would be nice to introduce him to some people.”

She conveniently left out that it was Blair who had suggested in the first place along with Soul being the new hired butler. The last thing she needed was for her friends to know about Soul being the butler and them both teasing him about for years on end. Maka knew her friends better than themselves, and she didn't want them scaring Soul away so quickly. It was embarrassing enough she knew he was a butler; she didn't need them to know as well. Especially if she wanted Soul to make friends for his personality, whatever that may be.

Now that she thought about it, she didn't know a lot about Soul. He could be a sociopath.

Still talking to her friends, Maka opened up a web browser to google ‘Soul Evans’ in case he popped up in any Most Wanted lists.

“Mhm, sure you did. Just admit you like this guy and are bringing him to us so we can scope him out,” Liz said.

“She said he's just a friend, and I believe her,” Tsubaki gently intervened. “If Maka and this boy do start dating, though, we’ll at least know how it all started.”

“I had faith in you being the logical one for a minute there,Tsu,” Maka mumbled.

She scrolled through the first page of Google results finding close to nothing about Soul Evans. All there were were articles about a musically inclined Evans family who lived west of Connecticut, and she didn't think Soul had anything to do with them. He didn’t exactly give off the vibe he had been raised with a golden spoon in his mouth or rich boy material. At least, he wasn't like any of the rich boys she had met in the past through her papa’s work events; he wasn't posh or arrogant or stuck up. Soul, in the few times she'd interacted with him, was the complete opposite.

Finding no Most Wanted sites on the second Google search page, she closed out the browser. Everyone knew not to go deeper. If she didn't find what she was searching for on the first couple pages, it was more than likely nonexistent.

“It's not like that,” she sighed. Putting emphasis on every word, she added, “He's just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less, and I'm bringing him because he's new.”

“Black*Star’s gonna scare him,” Tsubaki stated, worry creasing between her brows. “You know how he gets at the barbecue. Do you really want to bring this boy to meet him?”

“Tsu’s right,” Liz said. “Star can be a bit intimidating when you first meet him, and there's no knowing what'll happen with him.”

They were both right, of course. Black*Star was a unique breed of boy who did things with no fear, was loud and boisterous, and had a tendency to drag people into doing things they didn't want to do. Even her, Maka who could handle any type of person no matter the personality type, had almost punched the daylights out of him for being a jackass and trying to wrestle with her. She didn't think Soul was the type of boy who liked being challenged to a jack off every five minutes.

“It won't be that bad, right?” Maka asked.

Tsu and Liz both glanced at the other on their monitors and shrugged.

“Maybe I can ask him to tone it down a bit before you and your friend get to the house,” Tsubaki offered. “I'm sure he'll listen to me.”

“You're his girlfriend. Why wouldn't be listen to you?” Liz said, a feline grin spreading over her face. “You have tits and an ass. I'm sure you can persuade him to behave with something.”

A pink blush blossomed over their dark haired friends face as she said, “I can persuade him with my wit, Liz. Not my body.”

“Sure,” Liz rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing into the one word.

“It's true,” Tsubaki snapped.

Her blue eyes grew dark as she glared at the other girl, and Maka intervened before they argued any further. She didn't need to know about her friends sex life or how they used their bodily assets.

“Thank you, Tsu, for helping me out. I don't want to scare this guy away.”

“What's his name, by the way?” Liz asked.

Maka bit her lip and mulled over their past interactions, trying to decide if she had mentioned her butler’s name at any point. It wouldn't be good for her friends to find out he was the help she had hired. She wanted them to like him, not treat him differently because of his occupation. After careful combing, she came up with no instances when she had let his name sleep. Thankfully t wasn't a common name so she'd know if she fucked up immediately.

“His name is Soul.”

“Did you have a brain aneurism there, or did you forget his name?” Liz questioned, one brow raised.

“Neither.”

“Well, it sure did take you long enough.” Liz sat back in her chair and folded her arms in front of her as she gouged Maka. “Soul, huh? Interesting name. Parents must've been hippies or something.”

“I couldn't confirm or deny that,” Maka admitted.

“Guess I'll find out on Saturday.”

“He sounds like a nice boy,” Tsubaki interjected with a warm smile. “I'm excited to meet him.”

“I'm glad,” Maka said.

Weirdly enough, she meant it.

“So are either of you taking a bathing suit? ‘Cause I don't want to be the only one rocking a bikini,” Liz said, changing the subject.

“Little brother, you're home,” Wes called from the kitchen once Soul closed the door behind him. “Dinner’ll be ready in about five minutes. I hope you're hungry ‘cause I made your favorite. Pizza!”

Soul cocked a brow at his brother as he kicked his shoes off. “You mean you ordered the pizza or you made it yourself?”

“I ordered it. Didn't feel like cooking tonight so I figured we could go for some take out, and what's better than pizza? Everyone loves pizza.”

Something about his brother was off. His bright and cheery personality was a natural part of his every day being, but tonight it felt a little too forced. It reminded Soul of when they were kids and Wes had overheard their parents talking about an upcoming concert they had signed Soul up without telling him about it first. Back when he would distract his brother with one thing only to dump the news on him in the middle of it. Sometimes his brother was a little too transparent.

“What are you hiding?” Soul asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

“Don't know what you're talking about,” Wes replied.

His eyes met Soul’s for the briefest of moments before drifting down to his phone and, surprisingly, became more interested in whatever was on there instead. Soul wasn't buying it, though. He made his way from the door into the hallway, gaze turning into slits as he stared at his brother. Wes didn't glance up from his phone, though. All he did was stand there and stare at the screen; he didn't pretend to scroll through something nor did he hold his phone like he were typing out a message.

Maybe it was for the better Soul waited until his brother was ready to drop the bad news on him.

“Whatever,” Soul muttered. “I'd rather you drop the news on me when the pizza gets here.”

He didn't bother to give Wes a second glance as he made his way down the hall and to his room. Dropping his shoes on the floor, he undid his tie, ready to rid himself or the terrible thing, followed by the suit he wore for work being sure to lay it flat on his bed so he could hang it up before going to bed. Once he was dressed comfortably in sweats and an old baggy shirt, he headed back out to the dining area of the apartment where Wes had laid out some plates and napkins next to the pizza.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Wes said, a lopsided smile on his face as he served himself. “I ordered enough for us to have leftovers the rest of the week.”

“Cool.”

Soul stacked three slices of pizza plus one cheesy bread onto his plate and sat down across from his brother. They sat in silence for a good five minutes, each of them absorbed in the cheesy goodness of the food, before Soul spoke first. Wes could stall and hide his time all he wanted, but Soul would rather know his brother’s secret now rather than later.

“So what has you acting overly cheery?” Soul asked around his chewing.

“One of these days you're going to learn to appreciate manners and incorporate them into your life, and I hope to still be alive when that happens,” Wes said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Not asking how my day went or how I’m feeling isn’t really the best way to start a conversation, little brother.”

Not taking the bait, Soul said, “Cut the crap, Wes. I know something’s up so tell me.”

Brown eyes flashed his way before his brother went back to his pizza. For a minute, Soul expected Wes to brush him off again and go off into a tangent leading into what he had to him, but the slight twist of his brother’s mouth told him otherwise.

Sighing, Wes said, “Mom called. She wants us to go back for the 4th of July to celebrate with her and Dad.”

Suddenly, Soul wasn’t too enthused to eat dinner anymore. His stomach flipped and twisted at the mention of their parents and a potential party. The last thing he wanted to do was see them -- specifically his dad -- after what had happened a few months prior. He didn’t think he was ready to walk back into the life he had left behind yet, but when Soul spoke again, he managed to hide the panic and fear swirling in his stomach.

“What’s the occasion? Dad trying to impress his high class friends or some bullshit,” Soul snorted.

“Something like that. I think Dad is more expecting us to… perform together again. Mom sorta hinted to it when we were on the phone earlier.”

“Basically Dad wants to show off his son’s performance abilities to save face that we aren’t off doing our own thing away from the family?” Soul said a little too bitterly. “Typical,” he scoffed.

“I told Mom I’d ask you and get back to her,” Wes said, his gazing drifting back to Soul’s.

For once, Soul had a decent excuse for avoiding his family.

“I can’t go.”

A sound that was a cross between a groan and a sigh escaped from Wes as he said, “Soul, I know you hate going to see our parents, but you can’t keep ignoring them. You gotta see them--”

“I have plans,” Soul interrupted. “Someone invited me to a barbecue at her friend’s place this weekend, and I said I’d go.”

His brother’s brows rose slightly. “You made a friend?”

“Sorta,” Soul shrugged. “I met her getting coffee earlier or something.”

He didn’t know how to tell his brother the friend was his bosses daughter, so he improvised for the time being. It wasn’t even entirely clear if him and Maka were going to actually work at being friends or not after the barbecue. How did friendship even work? Hell if he knew.

“Your friend is a girl.” Wes’s smug grin irritated Soul more than it should. “Impressive. You finally make a friend and all on your own, too! I’m so proud of you, little brother.”

“Are your eyes watering up?” Soul growled.

“Duh. It’s not every day my brother has the balls to talk to some stranger at a coffee shop. Let me guess she talked to you first or was she the barista? Oh, if it was the barista I might know her.” Wes sat back in his chair, finger tapping on his chin. “Is it the brunette girl with the big tits? She’s pretty hot. Or is it the other one with the mousy looking hair and the glasses? Not the most ideal future sister-in-law, but it’s your taste so I’ll accept.”

“It’s neither of them. She’s--It doesn’t matter,” Soul waved off. “All you need to know is that I’m going out on Saturday which means I can’t go see the ‘rents. Sorry.”

“My only question is how did this all come about exactly? Some girl wouldn’t invite you randomly to her friend’s barbecue unless she knew you didn’t have plans,” Wes went on.

Soul saw the wheels turning in his brother’s head as he tried to connect the dots, and he was slowly starting to regret not telling his brother the complete truth about Maka. Then again, the truth might have been worse than whatever crackpot idea Wes was trying to concoct.

“You two must have been meeting before this. Not sure if I should be upset you didn’t tell me about her or proud of you for keeping her a secret so long.” Wes ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t really blame you for that. I’d be scared too of someone with my devilish good looks stealing the girl I might possibly have a crush on.”

“It’s seriously not like that,” Soul muttered under his breath. “But whatever.”

Wes’s face contorted from playful to serious in a matter of seconds as he looked his brother straight in the eyes.

“If you’re going to someone’s house, you’re gonna need a housewarming gift.”

“A what?”

“A housewarming gift. It’s something people give their friends when going over to their place for the first time or something, and I’d hate for you to make a terrible first impression especially on people who could possibly be your friends.”

“Are you sure about that? Maka didn’t--”

“Her name is Maka!” Soul winced at his brother’s enthusiasm and his fuck up. “That’s a really pretty name. Can’t wait to meet her.”

“Maka didn’t mention anything about a housewarming gift,” Soul continued, ignoring his brother. “You sure that’s what I’m supposed to do?”

“Yeah. Why not? We can go to the store tomorrow and get a plant. Everyone likes plants.”

Maka really hadn’t mentioned him bringing anything to her friend’s place, but his brother was more accustomed to the whole making friends ordeal than he was so he trusted him. Even if that trust is thin and almost nonexistent.

“If you say so,” Soul shrugged.

“Guess I’ll have to call Mom back and tell her the bad news,” Wes said after a second of silence. “She’ll be upset you aren’t coming, but I think she’ll also be glad you’re making friends. Finally.”

“You keep throwing that at me like it’s such a great thing.”

“It is a great thing. You’ve spent the last few months moping around the house and doing jack shit,” Wes said. “It’s nice to see you finally going out and meeting new people. I know you don’t like talking to people, but I think your introvert, little butt is gonna enjoy it in the long run.”

Soul didn’t respond as he went back to eating his pizza. Secretly, he did hope things went well between him and Maka and her friends because as much as he hated meeting new people, he was starting to get lonely after being in a new place for so long. He didn’t know anyone there other than his brother. Getting to know people and letting them in weren’t exactly his favorite past times and he highly doubted anyone he met on Saturday would ever truly know him, it would be nice to have someone to talk to and hang out with on weekends.

If only to fulfill his need for conversation and companionship.

The first thing Soul noticed when he drove up to Maka’s house was the mysterious absence of Spirit’s beat up Volkswagen. It wasn’t a surprising sight to see considering the man was rarely ever home other than a couple hours when Soul worked, but he thought maybe he’d be there on the weekend to at least spend time with his daughter. Then again, he couldn’t even be bothered to come home after work during the week to have dinner with her so he guessed the behavior was common. Maka didn’t even bother to acknowledge the empty space in her driveway as she came out to join him save for the glare she threw its way.

“Hey,” she smiled, the glare disappearing as she looked at him. “You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He felt a little overdressed in his pants and the nicest shirt he could find in his closet that wasn’t a button down while Maka wore shorts and a floral halter top. Maybe asking if there was a dress code should have been something he thought about beforehand. For all he knew her friends were the typical summer college kids who got drunk on the beach and had orgies. Though, he hoped -- wished -- that wasn’t the case because he wasn’t much of a drinker and sex wasn’t on his holiday to do list.

“What’s with the plant?” she asked.

Soul glanced down at the purple bonsai tree he held. “Um, it’s a housewarming gift for your friend.”

Heat slowly blossomed over his cheeks when her face scrunched up in confusion, brows knitting together and mouth turning up on one side. He was starting to regret bringing the plant his brother had bought. Maybe Wes was wrong and this wasn’t something people his age did.

“It’s cute, but I don’t think it fits Kid’s taste exactly,” Maka told him. She walked toward him and held her hands out palm up. “Here, you can give it to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Alright,” Soul said, relenting the plant over to her.

She took the plant over to the front door of the house and set it down.

“I’ll put it in the guest house when I get back,” she said with a small smile.

Whether she was doing so to save him the embarrassment or just being kind, he didn’t care. It was clear to him the plant would have been awkward to bring to the barbecue, and he’d rather Maka be the only person to know about it than her and the rest of her friends.

Following her to her care, Soul slid into the passenger side and buckled in while Maka did the same and started the car. He winced at the sound of some Top 40 station blaring through her speakers and tried to suppress the groan bubbling up his throat, but failed miserably. The glare Maka gave him was enough to make him regret it.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“It’s nothing.” She cocked her head to the side like she didn’t believe. He sighed and confessed the truth. “Pop music is kinda shitty, don’t you think?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided better of it and sniffed. “I happen to like pop music, thank you very much.”

“Really? You tone deaf or something?”

Her bright green eyes were sharp as they flashed his way, but the growl that emitted from her throat was anything except kind. “Watch it, Soul. I may change my mind about being friends and kick you out of my car while we’re on the highway.”

“I take it that means you’ll be playing this the entire two hours?”

“You bet your ass I am,” she said. “And if you don’t like it then you can get out and walk home at any point. See if I care.”

Soul waved his hands in front of him defensively. “As much as I hate pop music, I’d rather suffer through it for two hours than the alternative plans I had for today.”

The alternative plans being joining Wes at their parents house.

Maka seemed to want to ask what exactly those plans were, but before she did so, she rolled out of her driveway and down the street leading to the exit of the subdivision she lived at. They rode in silence save for the tunes of Taylor Swift and Beyonce playing softly in the background until they hit the highway. She was the one to break their silence by tossing an aux cord his way. Her mouth was turned in a straight line, but her gaze was soft as she glanced at him.

“I’ve heard you sigh under your breath for about thirty minutes now,” she said in response to his quirked brows. “If you wanna play your own music for a while, you can. I’d rather you be happy than brooding in the corner like that.”

“Ah, thanks,” he said, fishing his phone out of his pockets.

He wasn’t entirely enthusiastic over sharing his taste in music with someone he barely knew, but he hadn’t met anyone who didn’t enjoy listening to alternative rock. It was definitely better than the pop music. Later on when he knew Maka well enough he could introduce her to the cool sounds of Miles Davis and other jazz musicians. Best not to dump good music on her so quickly, he supposed.

“Do you always do that?” she asked after a minute.

“Do what?”

“Brood in silence.”

Snorting, he said, “You sound like my brother.”

“You have a brother?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“That must be interesting.”

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, sucking on her bottom lip before asking him another twenty questions which he surprisingly didn’t feel were an invasion of his privacy. He didn’t tell her much about his family or home life. Conveniently, he left out the part where he confessed his entire childhood experience to her which was only for friends who had reached level 100 which had only been a total of none, and he doubted Maka would ever be one of them. But the conversation between them was easy and nice. Maka didn’t bombard him with overly personal questions or push and prod him when he gave half-assed answers.

It was refreshing.

#soul eater #soulxmaka #soul eater fanfic #se fanfic #soma fanfic #khalee writes #I'm so excited to be posting this AU again!!!#I've been thinking about future scenes a lot lately #like so much fluff and cute coming in this AU soon #butler au fic

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