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#a beautiful day to have lunch outside#Aiden Diana James Alex and Ceecee are talking about what they'll be doing for Halloween#james suggested that they dress up as valorant agents#the girls said no...lol poor James#Diana was about to suggest something different when she heard a familiar voice shouting Aidens name#She's trying to be unaffected by it#but her face says otherwise#I swear shes not trying to fight Aiden this time lool#also i changed their uniform#lets pretend thats what theyve been wearing since day 1 lmao#thesims4#daa#ts4#sims#thesims#sims 4#sims 4 screenshots#simblr#sims 4 cc#the sims 4 screenies#the sims 4 gameplay#ts4 gameplay#ts4 screenies#ts4 screenshots
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after today i have 5 days in a row of no work :)
#i need to focus a lot of my time on getting finals stuff done but im soooo excited bc i want to BE OUTSIDE#it like just got nice out this week and every day i have walked home from class in the beautiful spring air. had lunch. and then#proceeded to sit at my desk working until nighttime. so fucked.... i want to go to the park and lay on the grass or smth
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one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!
kook!reader texting rafe âwhat position have you got her in?â when he takes too long to respond to a text
happy birthday, angel đ
BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë
manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now itâs been⊠seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.
the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.
but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.
âwhat position u got her in?â
âBe so frâ
it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.
the table was alight with giggles and gossip â the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.
it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome âbest friendâ. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.
so she didnât even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern â a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ârafeyâ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.
ââkayâ be right back, girls!â she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.
âhe finally called you, huh?â melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.
âget your man, baby!â another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.
princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being âher manâ. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.
âhellooooo?â
her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameronâs voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.
âyouâre somethinâ else, dollface.â he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.
âaw, you didnât say âhiâ, rafeâŠâ she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.
âhi. youâre somethinâ else.â
âhiii. whyâs that?â
his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning heâs driving somewhere in that big truck of his.
princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.
he ignored her question, instead asking his own.
âchecked your location. you tipsy right now?â
a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, âmmm, maybe⊠why?â
âgo back in and pay. sent you one fifty.â
she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dadâs card or anything.
ârafe cameronââ
he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, âheyâ pay and then come back out. know iâll let âchu make it up to me, aâight?â
it was like a reverse walk of shame â explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.
she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â
âoh, thatâs how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.â
she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened â shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.
a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.
âhey, gorgeous,â that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile thatâs so pretty.
comfortable in the seat sheâs become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesnât even wipe away.
sheâs even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish â feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.
âthey, uhâ they were in this ugly fuckinâ plastic. know you hate that so⊠yeah,â rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.
princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because sheâs never been more confused and lost in her life.
he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and sheâs smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.
âiâ thank you, rafeyâŠâ
rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.
he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, âcowgirl.â
her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. thereâs a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher â marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.
âthatâs what position imma have you in.â
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i dont actually dislike my job sometimes its frustrating (management -_-) however its the easiest way to say Sometimes on my breaks i feel like id rather die than go back 2 work
#rly my biggest gripe with my job aside from management is it is just likee. i have a lot of time doing very repetitive tasks WHICH IS NOT#THE ISSUE I LOVEEEEEE REPETITIVE TASKS I LOVE ROUTINE brother why do you think im a housekeeper. you wanna know why.#get supplies put gloves on ring bell hi im here to clean! haha another day another dollar. okay enjoy lunch :] bring supplies in empty tras#cans strip bed gather all laundry replace trash bags wipe kitchen counters wipe sink wipe stove wipe microwave wipe stove again i rly need#to switch areound the order i do stove and microwave bc where the microwaves r over the stoves it gets crumbs and etc. wipe bathroom counte#wipe bathroom sink wipe toilet scrub toilet bowl with brush scour under the lip of the toilet#run the shower water off put it up scrub with ajax water back on wash the ajax off close curtain. put away supplies change gloves. make bed#mop kitchen mop bathroom vacuum living room vacuum bedroom vacuum hallway outside. DONE! and its the same in every single one and its#awesome. but anyways as i was sayjng it does make my mind wander a lot esp bc theyre the same rooms every week so that sort of makes the#weeks blend together.... and well. normally my mind wandering is part of the appeal bc i can think abt my girlies or my beautiful world#but. well. famous. As of late its a tossup as to whether my mind will wander to something awesome or if itll wander to . yeah
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Hey you lovely human :) Just dropped in to say I bumped into blog like yesterday and since then I ATE (almost) everything Gojo related (still have a couple left), like I genuinely am in LOVE with everything. If you are ever willing to take upon this idea, I was curious about how you see Gojo meeting his significant other and falling in love ? Would love to see the beginning of their relationship and how they ended up together. Thank you and since is already weekend here for me almost - i hope you have a gorgeous weekend!! ^^
creepy eyes â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: AHHH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY OMG TYYYYY and i am so sorry that i took so long </3 ANYWAY this is how I imagine gojo first meeting his wife cause i believe that it has to be before gojo closed off and that she became a trusted and close friend of his
itâs just another afternoon at jujutsu high, the sun bathing the grounds in a soft glow, casting long shadows as students hurry from class to class.
youâre deep in thought, focused on training, when you suddenly collide with something solidâor rather, someone.
you stumble back a step, blinking up at the towering figure now standing before you. you glance up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of eyesâbright, intense, and painfully blue.
the boy is about to say something, but you beat him.
âmy god, your eyes are creepy,â you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
thereâs a beat of stunned silence.
the giantâs mouth drops open slightly, his eyebrows raise in sheer disbelief as if youâve just insulted the most precious thing in the world to him.
âmy eyes?!â he gasps, hand flying dramatically to his chest. âyou think my eyes are creepy?â
you nod, grimacing at the loud sound, âyeah, they're unnerving. kind of like staring into a bottomless pit.â
satoru is scandalized. âmy eyes are beautiful!â his voice pitches higher, as if stating a fact that should be universally accepted.
he tilts his head closer to you and taking his glasses off, daring you to look again. âtake another look! appreciate them!â
you squint, unimpressed, and simply shrug, brushing past him, âIâll pass.â
thatâs the beginning.
days turn into weeks, and the more you try to forget about that initial encounter, the more satoru wonât let you. every time you cross paths, itâs like he has a personal mission to make you take back that one insult.
whether itâs during training, at lunch, or in the hallway, satoru somehow finds a way to bring it up.
âyou still donât think my eyes are nice?â he asks, exaggeratedly crestfallen, peering at you with that playful gleam.
âyeah, still creepy.â
âbut why?â he exclaims, leaning against the doorframe or sitting next to you with a theatrical sigh. âdo you not see the sparkle? the beauty? the endless charm?â
it becomes such a regular thing that even suguru canât help but get involved. he appears at satoruâs side, casually rolling his eyes at his friendâs dramatics, though a smirk plays on his lips.
âyouâre still on about that?â geto quips. âmaybe just accept that she has good taste, satoru.â
âoh, shut up, suguru! sheâs just blind to my perfection!â satoru retorts, crossing his arms as he watches you chat away with shoko.
and so it goes. satoruâs relentless teasingâhalf playful, half desperateâstarts weaving into the fabric of your days.
every time you think heâll finally let it go, heâs right there, flashing that expectant grin as if waiting for you to finally give in.
months pass. the seasons start to shift, but satoru's persistence doesnât.
he keeps bugging you about itâless often than before, but every once in a while, he'll find an opportunity.
whether it's during class or during a mission, he brings it up with that same confident, teasing smile.
itâs a lazy afternoon when it happens.
youâre outside, lounging against a tree in the sun with a book in hand, trying to relax after a mission when satoru flops down beside you, elbow nudging yours.
his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he grins at you. âstill think theyâre creepy?â
you donât even look up from your book. âyup.â
he leans in, resting his chin on his hand, giving you that pout again. âcome on, youâre just being mean at this point.â
you stifle a laugh, flipping a page. âam I?â
satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, âyouâre impossible, you know that? these eyes are a national treasure.â
you canât help the small laugh that escapes your lips this time. it makes satoru blink, clearly caught off guard by the sound.
he tilts his head, eyes narrowing in curiosity as he leans closer to your face. âwait⊠was that a real laugh? are you finally admitting Iâm funny?â
you roll your eyes, looking away from him as you smile. âdonât push your luck.â
he grins widens at the sight of your smile, and he is about to boast of his achievement when you glance at him. with amusement still tugging at your lips, you reach out and push his sunglasses up with a playful tap.
âfine, fine,â you relent, voice teasing as you give him a small grin,âI think your eyes are very pretty.â
for once, satoruâs the one caught off guard.
he blinks rapidly, a flash of surprise flickering across his face as he pulls himself away and tries process your words.
your smile doesnât falter, but satoruâs eyebrows furrow, before he chirps, standing up, âwellâitâs about time you admitted that!â
your eyes widen, as he gets loud and starts ranting about his beauty, âit is only natural that you succumb to my charms! ahaha! my eyes are only one part of it!â
confused but having nothing to say, you lean back against the bark. you donât mention out loud that his ears are tinted pink, not that satoru would give you the chance to call him out.
but you both know that something has changed.
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Independent
~10.6k words
From me: I know it's a long one, but it's a one-shot.
Warnings: angst, fluff. I've got about a thousand tropes in this one. Coworker Harry, Roommate Harry, love at first sight, he falls first and harder, one bed if you squint.
Summary: âGo on a date with me,â he groaned.
âBecause of the cookies?â
âNo! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But sânot usually because of cookies.â
She laughed. âI donât date, Harry.â
Harry was tall, with soft brown locks that begged to have fingers run through them, and cool green eyes that reminded her of the sage green bridesmaidâs dress she wore to one of her friendsâ weddings the year before. He wore a dark purple button down with sleeves rolled up revealing a bunch of tattoos on his left arm but only a few on the right. His voice was melodic. Smooth, like he was going to sing her a lullaby and warm like it could toast a marshmallow.
Her group chat with a couple of her office friends had been buzzing the moment Harry took residence at the desk across the aisle and one row ahead of her.
Holy fuck. Val texted. Office eye candy đ
Do you hear that thundering sound? Thatâs my heart đ Rachel continued.
She smirked at the desks, shaking her head.
Donât shake your head. Say something! At least youâre single, you have a chance! Val sent the messages in quick succession, making her desk partner, Hunter, look at her curiously each time it vibrated.
âDo you have an emergency?â He asked her.
She shook her head. âNope,â she smiled. âNot at all.â
*
Harry met her and asked her out on the very first day he started his new job. They both worked in an office. Their desks only a short distance apart while they worked together. He assumed there were no rules against dating as there were several married couples within the office as he quickly found out from the shared last names and wedding photos of his coworkers lining one anotherâs desks.
It seemed, as long as it didnât interfere with their work, there was no issue.
Which was fine by Harry.
He was happy to ogle her all day long and he would spoil her rotten outside of work. âHi, mâHarry,â Harry took his opportunity to introduce himself when everyone else left for their lunch hour and she was finishing something up. Leaving them alone in the office. Harry analyzed her desk as quickly as he could.
Their office was wide open with desks back-to-back nearly identical on either side with a long aisle leading to the office of their boss at the back of the room. Her desk faced the front of the room while Harryâs faced his bossâ office. He was on the opposite side of the room, and he had a great view all day long to watch her profile as she worked. Her hair was half up, her beautiful eyes hidden behind glasses, and her mouth set in concentration as she focused on her tasks. He couldnât see her whole body, but he watched her pull her sandy colored cardigan around her white shirt multiple times that morning, like she was chilled by the air conditioner. His eyes were drawn to her. Like she was a lighthouse, and he was out at sea. All he wanted to do was watch her, keep an eye on her, and admire how stunning she was.
She had a little plant near her windowâa bunch of red poppies wrapped up in a burlap vase, tied with a red bow. He couldnât tell if it was fake or not, but he suspected it was. There was a picture of a large group of friends right by her monitor where she was off to the side in it, one of her girlfriends had an arm around her. Her stationery was cool tones of blues, greens, and purples. Her handwriting was scribbled on a calendar in front of her and he thought the way she curved her Lâs was loopy and pretty beyond belief and he wished he had one in his name just to see how it looked. But it made him want to know how she would write his name anyway. There was a date at the end of September that was marked with a heart and he wondered why. Was it an anniversary? A birthday? Or the day her favorite movie came out?
A book sat on the windowsill, and he wondered when she had the time to read it during the day or maybe it was a security blanket kind of thing. There were two paper trays stacked on top of one another to organize her work and sticky notes all over her monitor and desk with ideas, reminders, and even a couple that said things like, âwe love youâ and âyouâre so sweet.â
âHi, Harry,â she smiled up at him to introduce herself. âWelcome to the team, are you having a good first day?â
He nodded, smiled a little brighter and dove right in. âI think mâin love with you,â she released a laugh that was so unbelievably beautiful Harry thought it sealed the deal. âI wouldnât laugh, kitten. Mâserious,â he frowned with faux sadness. He knew he was being a tad bit ridiculous. Maybe it wasnât right to say it while they were alone, but he didnât want to say it in front of everyone either. Hopefully he could convince her he was harmless, even if what he said was true.
Her cheeks reddened and she smiled. âThatâs... very forward,â she reminded him. âAnd you donât know me.â
âI know,â he rubbed the back of his head. âI was going tâhold off on saying it until tomorrow, but mâunable tâcontain it. Youâre very beautiful and everyone seems tâgo tâyou when they need help, so I imagine youâre a lovely person,â he pointed at the sticky note that said we love you once more. She snickered again and looked away covering one cheek with her hand. âMâgoing tâgo tâlunch before I embarrass myself further, but I jusâ wanted to tell you,â he shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned toward the exit.
âNice meeting you Harry,â she called after him a smile on her lips.
He grinned and turned briefly to wave before he exited. âDonât forget tâeat, kitten,â he called.
*
But now that Harry admitted he was in love with her, she couldnât help but feel like she was being watched while she worked. Her eyes darted to his side of the room often trying to see if he was staring at her. He wasnât each time which only made her feel guilty and worse. Maybe her standoffish disposition deterred him rapidly. It was probably for the best, anyway. For a lot of reasons.
Was it disappointment she was feeling from his lack of attention? That didnât seem right.
âHarry!â Val called from behind her. âAre you enjoying your first day?â
âImmensely,â did his eyes drift over to her and her desk? She stared at her screen pretending to work while she listened.
âDid you just move to town?â Rachel was much further towards the front of the room. He turned to give her his full attention. It made her heart skip a beat with how kind it was. His politeness was a massive turn on.
Even if she wasnât going to let herself admire Harry from across the way just because they worked together.
âI did, mâactually looking for a place tâlive if yâknow of any places. Mâat a hotel until mâon mâfeet.â
Her heart started beating about two hundred times a minute because she knew what was going to happen before it did. She could feel the bubbling excitement from her friends on either end of the room. âMary Poppins has a room!â Rachel shouted.
Her cheeks turned bright red.
âHer roommate just moved in with her boyfriend like last week! How perfect is that, Mary? You were all worried about finding a normal roommate. I even did his background check, so I know heâs good to go!â
Harry chuckled. âUm... whoâs Mary Poppins?â
The whole office giggled. âMiss Poppins, did you not introduce yourself?â Someone else called. Hunter snickered across from her and she glared at him.
This was mortifying. Wasnât this supposed to be a mortifying day for Harry? His first day and all? How come she was being teased? She took a deep breath and turned from her monitor to make direct eye contact with Harry who was already looking at her. Like he knew exactly who Mary Poppins was without his coworkers needing to tell him. âItâs a two-bedroom apartment. One bath. Thereâs a nice kitchen, all new appliances.â
Harryâs jaw dropped as she spoke. Like he was surprised it really was her. âVal looks like sheâs going to bounce out of her seat,â Hunter smirked as he whispered under his breath to her while she tried not to panic at the thought of living with someone so unbelievably attractive and just admitted he was in love with her.
âTell him about your living room!â Val sounded like she was bouncing.
âWaterâs included.â
âSheâs the cutest interior designer. Itâs so homey it feels like a warm hug when you walk in. Like living with a rom-com character,â Rachel continued.
âRent would be about twelve hundred,â she ignored her so-called friends.
âShe bakes something once a week too, so it always smells like sugar and Christmas. Itâs seriously the coziest place Iâve ever been,â Val kept going.
âIn-unit washer and dryer.â
âThen she brings whatever she makes for all of us here to devour. Itâs incredible,â Rachelâs sentiment was answered with a hum of agreement from the rest of her coworkers. She even heard someone say remember her apple turnover pastries?
âYou get your own parking spot,â she tilted her head and looked at the ceiling to see if there was anything else she had forgotten. âI think thatâs it,â she met Harryâs eyes once more, holding his gaze briefly before she turned back to her monitor.
âHarry you should totally move in, you will fall in love with the place.â
âMâsure I would,â he chuckled. âCould I see it sometime?â He asked. His attention never strayed from her face. She could sense his gaze on the side of her cheek the whole time her friends embarrassed the crap out of her. âWhenever youâre free. Doesnât have tâbe today.â
âTodayâs fine!â Rachel assured him. âShe doesnât do anything on Mondays.â
She rolled her eyes. âToday is fine,â she repeated and smiled sweetly. She scribbled on a sticky note and headed to his desk to drop the address off with him. Then she made her way toward the restroom because she needed to get out of the room. Needed away from everyone teasing her good-naturedly.
But mostly so she could keep herself from telling Harry that she was quite, very possibly, in love with him as well.
*
True to her friendsâ words, the place was cozy as hell. There was a basket of throw blankets next to a sofa that looked like it was comfier than his bed currently in his storage unit. Artwork dotted the walls, board games stowed below her TV, and curtains pulled back from the windows letting in the afternoon sunlight. It felt like a home.
There were three boxes in the middle of the living room between the coffee table and the TV, but it was otherwise spotless. âYouâre very clean.â
She nodded. âI know, Iâm sorry.â
He chuckled. âYâdonât need tâapologize,â he put his hands in his pockets, so he didnât do something crazy like hold her hand.
âI donât want you to think Iâm crazy, is all. You can be... messy... I wonât have a freak out or anything. Unless you leave food in the sink then we get bugs. Then Iâll be kind of freaked out.â
He laughed. âI wouldnât do that. I like tâthink mâpretty clean myself,â he assured her. âI also...â he took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head. âYâfriends kinda put yâon the spot. I know what I admitted at lunch was kinda out of... out of the blue,â he bit his lip. âYâdonât have tâfeel obligated tâhouse me.â
âI donât,â she promised. âI need a roommate and like Val said,â she shrugged. âShe did your background check so I assume you wonât kill me, probably. At least not because youâre a serial killer. Maybe because Iâm too clean.â
He shook his head with a smile on his lips making the most adorable dimple dent his cheek. She wanted to stick her tongue in it. âThank you, mâreally appreciative.â
She smiled. âYouâre welcome, Harry. Sorry weâll be around each other a lot.â
That didnât seem like a bad thing at all. âI think itâll be okay. We didnât really talk much today,â he shrugged. âIf yâget sick of me, mâsure I can find another place tâlive,â he winked.
She rolled her eyes. âWonât be necessary. But okay,â she sighed. âYou can move in whenever,â she grabbed her keys from the breakfast bar where she ate most of her meals and pulled a key off the ring and handed it to him. âI have a second job some nights, but if you give me a heads up, I can help you move your stuff.â
âSâvery kind of you, kitten, but yâdonât need tâdo that. Mânot going tâhave all that much stuff. Mâfriend Louis lives not too far from here. Heâll come help me.â
âOffer stands,â she assured him.
Harryâs eyes scanned the room again and landed on the three boxes once more. âAre those your old roommateâs boxes?â He asked.
She nodded. âTwo of them. Iâm supposed to bring them to her, but theyâre super heavy so Iâm like... working up my mental and physical strength to bring them to my car. Itâs going to be two trips and Iâm just being a little lazy about it.â
âI can bring them down,â he grabbed one. It was definitely heavy. It was evident Harry had defined biceps and triceps practically outlined by the pretty purple button down, but it was manageable for him while a struggle for her. âStill probably two trips,â he nodded.
âOh, I can takeââ
âNo, no,â he shook his head. âDonât want you tâhurt yourself. Let me,â he offered and snagged her car keys off the counter.
âOh, thank you thatâs... thank you,â she swallowed, feeling grateful.
âNot a problem,â he assured her and left immediately.
When he returned after putting the second box in her car to return her keys, she had opened the third box and begun laying out a bunch of fall items to decorate their place. âDo you mind decorations?â
âOf course not,â he smiled. âCan I help?â
She blinked at him and tilted her head. âUm... I can handle it. If you need to pack or go... get dinner or something.â
âMâfine,â he smiled, setting her keys on the counter and glanced around the room. He noted there were hooks screwed into the wall at various points. âCan I hang something for you? Mâgood for height.â
Harry wasnât that much taller than her, she was definitely taller than the average woman, but it still meant she needed to drag out a stepstool when she wanted to put up her art and decorations. âThat would be awesome,â she nodded. âThank you.â
âNot a problem, kitten,â he smiled.
*
Harry had a dreamy smile on his face as they talked and got to know one another. He hadnât brought up that he was in love with her. Nor did he make her feel the least bit uncomfortable. Like it had never happened.
Why did it feel like she was disappointed about the prospect of that?
Maybe he wasnât in love with her. Maybe the initial reaction of seeing someone roughly the same age as him at work made his senses a bit wild for a moment.
No. She wasnât disappointed. Everything about Harry being in love with her would be a recipe for disaster and it was for the best that he didnât fall in love with her.
It was just something a little bit out of the blue to say to the only person who was single in the office. Everyone had a significant other they had met within the office or elsewhere. She was the last single person. The same was true with her friend group as well. Everyone in her life had been paired off except for her.
He was her coworker. He was going to be her roommate.
But right as he left, he sent her heart into a frenzy. They were by the door. She wanted to make sure he got to his car safely even though it was a safe neighborhood. It was just the way she was. âWill you go on a date with me?â He asked.
She stared at him in shock, her lips parting like she was mid-sentence, and he had interrupted. âSeriously?â She giggled reflexively, but her cheeks felt hot. They had a lovely evening together getting to know each other. Harry helped with all the decorations and yes, in its own way it was a bit intimate. But he couldnât possibly think that it was a good idea to date his roommate.
âYes,â he nodded.
âHarry, I canât date my roommate.â
âPretty sure sâhow most rom-coms start,â he smiled. âSâokay. Iâll ask again later. Have a nice night,â he grinned with a wave and walked toward his car. Leaving her jaw slack, as she watched her roommate head off into the night.
*
Harry moved in later that week. He asked her to come with him to his storage unit to see if there was anything she would want in the apartment, but she had pretty much everything. It seemed silly to bring a double of everything when she owned all of it already.
But Harry would forever be grateful and indebted to his sister for her kindness as he watched her examine some of his belongings. One in particular caught her eye making him think that he had won the lottery with how excited she was.
She couldnât believe Harry had a stand mixer and she was nearly in awe of all the attachments to help bake and cook easier. âIâve always wanted one of these. Theyâre so expensive,â she blinked. âHow do you have one?â
âM'sister got one when she got married,â he explained. âBut she doesnât bake and said it was taking up space in her kitchen.â
âCan we bring it to the apartment? Do you mind?â
The way her eyes lit up at the sight of it? Pure joy and happiness? Yeah. It was going to the apartment. If he ever moved out, he would probably leave it with her too just so she could always look that happy. âCourse. Anything else?â
She looked around the organized storage room sifting through the items in different bins while Harry searched for some of his own trinkets that he thought he would want after his initial move. His room and bathroom items had already been moved in with the help of Louis. âThis is stunning,â her voice full of awe once more, grabbing a print from behind a shelf. Harry wasnât sure where it was from. He thought his mum purchased it to make his old place feel like home. âThis would look amazing in the living room.â
âBring it,â he smiled. She tucked it under her arm and continued searching. Harry grabbed a few more odds and ends and she plucked out a few more things she thought would work with the apartmentâs dĂ©cor and mainly helpful kitchen tools.
âItâs your place too, Harry,â she reminded him. âIs there anything you want there?â
He smiled, shook his head. âYâseem tâhave everything, kitten. Mânot picky.â
âI donât want you to feel like a guest,â she pouted. âLike you should bring these,â she gestured to pictures of his friends and family in a bin. âI can move some of mine to my room so you can put them up.â
He grinned. âSure,â he shrugged. âIf yâthink sâwhat I should do.â
âAlright, could we come back in a few weeks and see if thereâs anything else you want once youâre settled a bit?â
âCourse.â
They gathered as much as they could, Harry would have to come back for the stand mixer. Harry closed the trunk and moved to open the passenger door for her before her hand fully pulled it out of the way. He waited until she was tucked into the seat safely and he handed her the car keys. âIâll be right back.â
âIâll be here,â she smiled.
âHey kitten,â he said leaning against the door before he left. âWill yâgo on a date with me?â
âHarry,â she laughed the same way she did the last time he asked her. The same way she laughed when he told her he was in love with her. âYou canât be serious!â
âDeadly,â he smiled at the delight on her face. The pretty pink color rising to her cheeks. âWill you?â
âI canât go on a date with you, Harry,â she looked at him with a bit of sympathetic pity. Like he was ridiculous for asking. Again. Which he was.
âThen Iâll ask again another time,â he shrugged, closed her car door, and headed to get the stand mixer that made her happy.
*
âHey Poppy, did yâwant tâgo get lunch with me?â Her eyes didnât move from her screen. âPoppy,â he repeated. âPoppy,â he sang. She glanced around and realized she was the only one in the room.
âMe?â
He chuckled. âYes, you.â
Her eyebrows pinched together. âWhy did you call me Poppy?â
âWell, mâassuming sâyour favorite flower,â it was a safe bet since there was a small bouquet right beside her. âAlso, everyone else calls yâMary, Poppins, or Miss Poppins. Which I still donât know why, but I wanted tâbe different. Want you tâknow sâme when yâhear me talking tâyou.â
Her heart raced. Harry was utterly adorable. âI see. Sorry,â she smirked.
âAnyway,â he came over to stand by her desk. âDo yâwant tâget lunch?â
âHarry, I told you I donât date.â
âMânot asking as a date. Mâasking as your coworker who has never seen yâeat a bite of food while youâre at work. Mâasking as your concerned roommate who worries yâdonât eat until yâget home for dinner. And I donât even want tâthink âbout how long yâgo without eating when youâre at your second job.â
She smiled at his thoughtfulness. âI donât go out to lunch with everyone,â she explained. âI donât know if you noticed, but people always seem to need me while Iâm here,â she gestured to her desk. âLunch is the only time I get a minute to myself. And I can get caught up a bit before the afternoon and everyone comes back.â
âWell do you bring lunch?â He asked, his frown deepening still worried she wasnât eating.
âI do, itâs in the breakroom. Iâll get it in a minute,â she promises. âGo, youâre wasting your lunch hour.â
âOkay,â he sighed. He stopped in the doorway of the entrance to the office. âHey Poppy,â he smiled.
âYeah?â She asked without looking up from her screen.
âNow that yâmention it though, will yâgo out with me?â
*
At home, Harry took the trash out because he said it was a boy-job and she shouldnât be out in the dark by a dumpster. It made his skin crawl just to think about it. He made her promise that she wouldnât take out the trash and he didnât mind if he had to go out twice in one day. She thought it was ridiculous. But she agreed.
He cleaned up after himself checking with her to see if it was up to her standard. Even though she assured him he didnât have to meet her standard. His cologne overtook their bathroom, and it was so comforting she took long hot showers at night just to amplify the scent filling her nose. Harry stretched across the sofa and scrolled through various show options but often didnât find something that piqued his interest. Instead, he would put on some background noise and read on an eReader. His eyebrows pinched together in concentration.
Harry bought groceries and didnât ask for any money from them. âMâsure youâll buy stuff too,â he shrugged. Plus, she already had all the cleaning supplies, laundry detergent, dishwasher pods, and the like. Harry hardly had anything useful so buying groceries was the least he could do.
Except the stand mixer. People moaned about her cookies. Harry got to see her make them firsthand and the very scene with an apron around her body, her smile bright as she tested various stages of the dough, it did wonders for Harry. Some kind of nearly pornographic idea that only Harry would think was pornographic. âWill you try one?â She asked, hope in her voice.
Was he supposed to say no to her? Absolutely not. So, he tried one. âGo on a date with me,â he groaned.
âBecause of the cookies?â
âNo! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But sânot usually because of cookies.â
She laughed. âI donât date, Harry.â
He frowned, faking his disappointment (although he was the slightest bit disappointed). âIâll try again,â he shrugged and took three more cookies from her cooling rack before returning to the sofa to read.
*
âMary!â Val sang. âDo you have the stain stick?â She called from behind. She opened a drawer, eyes unmoving from her screen and held it out behind her for it to be passed back by her other coworkers. Harry chuckled.
It killed her that she knew his chuckle without looking. âSâimpressive,â he murmured quietly. But she could hear it from across the way.
âThatâs nothing,â Rachel said from the other end of the room. âMiss Poppins,â she smiled delightedly. âI have a missing button,â she told her.
That was the other drawer, a small little sewing kit to fix a button.
âHair tie!â Someone called from the other side of the room.
âLint roller!â
They all called out items and she had every single one.
âDo you have anything stronger to put in this coffee?â Their boss was walking up the aisle and paused at her desk. She smirked, opened the bottom drawer and placed a mini bottle of liquid on the edge of the desk. The whole office laughed as he snatched it and headed to his office. âYouâre getting a raise, Poppins,â he called.
Hunter turned to look at Harry. âI gave her the nickname,â he explained.
âI get it,â he chuckled.
âIf you need it, chances are she has it.â
âIf she doesnât, she adds it,â Val explained.
Her smile was soft. Harry thought it was sweet how her coworkers adored her. It was clear she was loved by them. Her thoughtfulness was admirable. Harry wondered how he was supposed to top that. No wonder she didnât want to go out with him. Why would she want to go out with anyone when she was ten times sweeter than anyone she knew?
*
Her best friend Josephine (Joey) was helping her in the bathroom when Harry got home from the gym one Friday evening. âHoly hell you said he was cute, not hot,â she gaped.
âAw, yâthink mâcute, Poppy?â He asked winking at her. Her cheeks flushed red, making it so she didnât need any of the blush she was putting on her cheeks. He leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed over his chest. He was sweaty and really wanted to get in the shower, but he didn't mind a bit of time to stare at his sweet roommate.
âI should have known. Only a man that uses such high-end cologne would be this hot.â
âDidnât you buy Matt high-end cologne?â
âHence why I think heâs so hot,â Joey beamed. Her friend laughed quietly, shaking her head as she finished with her makeup.
âSorry Harry, weâll be out of the way in a minute.â
âTake yâtime. Mânot in a rush.â
âOh, you should come out!â Joey squealed. âHarry, please! Sheâs always by herself keeping an eye on us it would be nice to have someone keep her company!â
âThanks, Mom. I donât need a babysitter,â she rolled her eyes. âNo offense, Harry.â
âSâokay,â he chuckled. âI donât want tâimpose. Plus mâin need of a shower.â
âDonât let us stop you,â Joey smiled widely gesturing to the shower.
âCan you not?â She rolled her eyes and looked at Harry with apologetic eyes.
He laughed again and shook his head. âYâcan call if yâneed something,â he assured her.
âHarry, please come out! You can meet us there!â Joey said again.
She looked at him with a soft smile. A look in her eyes said he wasnât going to get out of it. Not if he didnât have a really good reason. But truthfully? He didnât need a reason to get out of it. Spending time with her outside of work, outside of the apartment, and errands like the grocery store and running to the post office had him excited to see her in another frame of light. Did she let loose? He would love to dance with her. Even if it was only as friends, roommates, fuck as coworkers even. How did she act around her friends versus her coworkers? God, he was obsessed.
âI can wait for you,â she suggested, her voice soft. Harry smiled.
âThanks, Poppy.â
*
Her eyes scanned for her friends as she sat on a stool at a high top beside Harry. It was like watching a teacher on a field trip counting heads to make sure everyone was still present. The table was littered with drinks all of which she minded just as intently.
Harry just gazed at her as he sipped his drink. He helped as needed pushing drinks toward her friends as they came back from dancing. âYâdonât dance?â
âOh...maybe later. Iâm not very good,â she admitted. âI like dancing with Joey because sheâs worse than me.â
She caught the eye of one of her friends, Hailey, approaching and she reached into her purse strapped around the front of her for something. Harry watched as Hailey made it to her. âThanks Mary,â she gushed taking the bandage from her and made her way for the bathroom. It was pretty wild she could anticipate whatever her friends needed. It was like at work. Harry was a bit awestruck and looked at her with a surprised expression. She shrugged and continued sipping her drink.
Jaylen was next. Joeyâs twin brother; they had the same facial expressions--mainly the smile that Joey had on her face when she suggested Harry shower in front of her and his favorite person.
The same smile appeared on his face and told Harry he was going to say something just as delightful as Joey had said of Harry. Sure enough, Jaylen draped an arm around her and leaned into her ear to whisper something over the sound of the music. She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. His face turned serious and he whispered something again.
She frowned. Then reached into her purse again. Out came a tampon which he slid discreetly into his pocket and then she glanced at his outfit twisting her lips to the side in disappointment.
After a brief thought, she pulled her purse over her body and laid it on the table. The long cardigan she wore came off next, leaving her in a black tank top that tucked into her jeans. It hugged her curves like a glove making Harryâs mouth water and he glanced away worried he would look like a creep. He finished his beer before Jaylen grinned and thanked her profusely and walked away. She took a deep breath and put her purse back into position before wrapping one arm in front of he protectively, gripping the front of her shoulder.
âAre yâcold?â He asked.
She shook her head.
But Harry was sitting beside her. He could see the goosebumps on her skin. She selflessly gave her sweater to her friend for whatever reason (Harry wasnât totally sure, but he suspected it was menstrual related). But she was going to pretend like she wasnât cold? Harry was definitely in love. In case it wasnât obvious by the moment he met her. Boldly, Harry reached below her bar stool and tugged it toward him. She jostled a bit but he maintained her balance. Then he draped his arm around her body pulling her toward him further and he couldnât help but notice she didnât pull away. She didnât make a sound and her facial expression didnât change.
But Harry felt her body relax into his side, her head dipping ever so slightly toward his shoulder. He smiled softly and brought his lips closer to her ear so she could hear. âYâdonât have tâlie tâme, Poppy. Mâyour roommate and all. I know yâlike the apartment a toasty temperature.â
She smirked and tilted her head up. Their eyes connected, their mouths only two inches apart. âThank you,â she said kindly.
Harry really enjoyed holding her.
*
At the end of the night, she rounded up her friends ensuring those who said they could drive actually could and if they couldnât she called for Ubers until everyone was safely on their way home. Jaylenâs girlfriend, Maya, had her green sweater wrapped around her white pants. She thanked her profusely, drunkenly.
Joey and Matt waved goodbye. âBye Hot Roommate,â Joey called waving to Harry specifically.
âJesus, Joey,â Matt rolled his eyes. âNice meeting you Harry,â he called.
Once everyone was gone, she rubbed her hands on her arms to keep the blood flowing and warming her skin. Harry wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and tucked her into his side as they headed for her parked car a couple blocks away. âGo on a date with me," he spoke straight forward. Hoping if he didn't look, it wouldn't seem like as a massive deal--almost like he would trick her into a date.
She elbowed him. âI canât go out with a coworker, Harry. Or my roommate for that matter.â
He shrugged. âIâll ask later,â he boldly kissed the top of her head. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind. Harry was sure to keep that in his head for future reference. He would most definitely be kissing her again. âYouâre an extremely sweet girl, Poppy. Selfless, lovely, kind,â he listed. âWhoever yâend up with, mâgoing tâbe very jealous,â he assured her.
She snorted and laughed quietly under her breath. âThank you, Harry.â
*
For months it continued with similar routines, feelings, and questions. They grew closer as friends. At work he admired her from his desk from across the office. When she didnât go to lunch, he reminded her to eat and not work too hard. At home, he grumbled that her loophole of taking the trash out in the daytime was not the point of his promise. He still bought groceries each week trying to figure out all the things she enjoyed eating. Â
He helped her clean the apartment and when it was getting cooler outside, she asked to join him at the gym. Her outfits were cute and made guys stare at her as she worked out, unbeknownst to her. She asked for help from Harry which made him feel like he won an Olympic medal. His face was smug as the men in the gym finally stopped looking at her. Thinking Harry was lucky enough to be hers.
It made him happy to help her figure out new machines and with her sets of weightlifting (even though she didnât like it).
Everywhere they went, people ogled her. She was so kind. Little kids would smile at her in grocery store lines and wave like it was a game of peekaboo. Dogs tugged on their leashes hoping to get a pet from her around the loop she ran in the neighborhood. Their elderly next door neighbor tried telling her a hundred times that she had a grandson her age and he would love to date her (that one drove Harry the most crazy).
She had her head leaning in her palm as she watched the stand mixer beat the brownie ingredients like it was the most interesting thing in the world. But Harry was watching her; so he was, in fact, watching the most interesting thing in the world.
He leaned against the wall just beside the kitchen entrance. âPoppy?â He asked. She looked up at him. âGo on a date with me, please," his expression soft.
She was finally getting used to it. She gave herself a lot of credit. It was pretty crazy she hadnât caved yet. Harry was so lovely. Not to mention attractive. At the gym, his muscles rippled and glistened with sweat. The outline of every abdominal muscle was sinful. It was a miracle she didnât drop her own weights or fall on the treadmill when she caught sight of him. It drove her crazy that the women there gazed at him longingly; like he was something to eat. But was she really any better?
She smiled, the blush on her cheeks still prominent, but not as deep. She was used to her heart skipping a beat, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach each time he asked. âThat's very sweet, Harry. But I donât date.â
It was six months since he met her when he finally asked. âWhy not?â
She shrugged. He thought she wasnât going to say anything more, so he frowned, sighed, and headed for the living room to get back to his book. âI just donât date, Harry. I like being friends,â she told him.
He grumbled something about still being friends even if they dated but she either didnât hear or pretended not to hear. Either way, it was quiet for a few beats. âIf I hadnât told you I was in love with you that first day, would that have changed your answer?â
She giggled and shook her head. âNo.â
âOkay,â he shrugged. Ever determined. He smiled widely at her. âIâll keep asking then.â
*
When she got dressed up for a family wedding and clicked down the hall in heels and a dress that flowed over her like she was the bride (only wearing green of course, not white). Her hair was curled and pinned so prettily Harry thought he was seeing a real angel in the flesh. âOh, come on, Poppy,â he groaned and covered his eyes with his hand dramatically. âSânot fighting fair,â he frowned.
She grinned, her cheeks warming more than they had in a while. âI look okay?â
âStunning,â he grumbled. âMâso jealous I wonât get tâdance with you,â he pouted.
She shook her head. âI donât usually dance at weddings when I go alone,â she explained.
âWell, yâshouldâve told me. I wouldâve been your date.â
âHarryââ
âPlatonic date,â he rolled his eyes. âThis is worse than when yâwore that pencil skirt tâwork,â he reminded her. She snickered and shook her head while she looked at her phone. She sucked her lip into her mouth and sighed wincing slightly and then turned to her room again. After several minutes she returned in a different dress. She was equally stunning, but she looked a little forlorn. âAn outfit change?â
She nodded. âYeah,â she shrugged. âMy sister is wearing green.â
Harry frowned. âSo?â
She shook her head. âI donât know. I just...â she shrugged. âItâs alright. I like this dress just fine.â
But it wasnât green. She looked so pretty in green. It complimented her skin tone so perfectly. She looked stunning. Like she was a queen. âButââ
âSeriously, Harry. Itâs fine.â
The muted purple dress looked lovely on her as well. But Harry thought the green made her look otherworldly. He wanted the happiness back in her eye. The light that sparked when he complimented her. âWell when can yâwear it?â
She shrugged. âI donât know. Seasonâs almost over for a wintergreen like that,â she shrugged. âMaybe next year.â
Harry frowned. But then he had a wonderful idea to help both her dress and himself. âGo on a date with me, Poppy.â
The smile reappeared on her face, and she shook her head. âI canât, Harry.â
âPlease? Do it for the sake of that dress,â he pleaded. âWe donât even have tâcall it a date. An outing. An adventure. Whatever yâwant. Yâjusâ need tâwear it before yâcanât.â
She smiled. âThank you, Harry. But I canât.â
He sighed. âYouâre welcome, Poppy.â
âIâll see you tomorrow? Iâll steal you a cupcake. I heard they come from this bakery that I love and if it doesnât make it home to you, then weâre going to have to go there anyway.â
It didnât replace a date. But he liked the way she smiled. And going to a bakery together was inherently a couple-y thing to do. So he would take what he could get.
âSure, Poppy. Iâd love to.â
*
She didnât need people. Needing people had only ever broken her heart. She never asked for help ever. Well...only when they were at the gym but that was a safety thing more than anything.
Even when she should have asked.
Harry didnât notice until he drove her to a house party that her friends didnât invite her too. She was sleepy, it was obvious. Leggings, oversized sweater. Her hair was braided loosely and falling apart because she had woken in the middle of the night to answer a message. Harry was in the middle of a good book. Unable to put it down when she ventured into the living room. A yawn falling from her lips. Her eyes barely open. It took several questions and repeated convincing to let him drive her since he was awake, and it looked like she was going to pass out while standing.
Harry insisted on coming in even as she told him to stay in the car, but he refused. She found her friends, her voice was soft as she encouraged Jaylen to leave. A little over his limit and Joey and Maya were about just as gone and unable to convince Jaylen to go with them. A guy from across the room made a joke about Mommy coming to save him. As her pugnacious friend made a turn to deal with the offensive person, she stopped him. She was quick, grabbed his arm, and held tight.
When they returned to the apartment she corralled her friends into their sleeping arrangements. Maya and Jaylen in her bed, Joey on the sofa. âSorry I took your reading spot,â she whispered as she tucked a blanket around Joey. She snagged another blanket and curled into the only other chair in the living room. âThank you for driving,â she smiled, closing her sleepy eyes.
âYouâre gonna sleep there?â He asked. She nodded, barely moving. Like she was already half-way to dreaming. Harry snagged her out of the chair, cradling her and bringing her to his room.
âHarry,â she protested.
âWeâre grown adults,â he reminded her. âWe can share a bed without it being weird. Sâlike a hotel room.â
âHarry,â she repeated, her objection evident in her tone. âI canâtïżœïżœïżœâ
âMânot letting yâsleep in a chair or on the floor. So, itâs mâbed or yâarenât sleeping,â he shrugged.
She sighed. Too tired to oppose any further, thankfully. Harry laid her atop the covers and draped another blanket over her. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and slid beneath his sheets and glanced at the sleeping angel beside him. He smiled. He liked the way she looked in his bed. Liked the way she seemed comfortable and sleepy beside him. His bed felt warm with her beside him. Even though she wasnât touching him. She smelled good in his room too.
âNight, Harry,â she mumbled.
âGood night, Poppy,â he answered, reached out, squeezed her hand before releasing it so she wouldnât break a piece of his heart by telling him they shouldnât.
It was easy to fall asleep with her beside him.
It was even easier to dream of her with her intoxicating presence in his room as well.
*
Harry noticed how drained she seemed when the weather continued to get warmer. Her friends all had birthdays around the same time, and she was a mess of scheduling and reserving birthday dinners and planning things for all of them. Did Harry miss her birthday? He would have to ask. He hoped he didnât. He hoped her friends would take the time to plan for her the way she did for them.
Work was approaching a busy season, and everyone kept coming to her more and more throughout the day. He could see the anxiety on her face as her growing to-do list looked nearly unmanageable. Harry tried to go to others if he had issues. But every time he asked someone else a question, they called out for Mary Poppins, and she would glance up and look at Harry with a sad smile asking how she could help.
Harry was worried she wasnât eating her lunch. When everyone else left, her eyes were hidden behind those glasses, her face concentrating and relieved for the reprieve from people calling her name for help with work or needing something like a pen or a screwdriver. Sometimes Harry hated his job. Not because it was difficult. But it seemed like everyone in the office was incompetent. Or weaponizing their incompetence and foisting their tasks onto the lovely woman who would never say no to them.
Her friends did it too. With all the planning and such.
The poor thing looked exhausted. She didnât join Harry at the gym and her second job seemed like the only time she got to herself. âI miss reading,â she grumbled when she got home late from her shift. She kicked her shoes off and flopped onto the opposite end of the sofa. âMy eyes are exhausted though,â she rubbed them for good measure. âI think I would fall asleep if I tried to read. I think I need to wake up earlier and read.â
Harry snorted. âDonât burn yourself out, Poppy,â he rolled his eyes. âWhat are yâreading?â
âIâve been trying târead this book for months,â she pulled it from the shelf below the coffee table. He had seen it tucked there for a while. He grabbed it from her, skimmed the back of the book, and opened to the first chapter.
Then, he started reading.
Out loud.
âHarry,â she whispered her eyes wide.
âYeah?â He asked, pointing at the sentence where he stopped and looked at her curiously. âMâstarting over, because I want tâknow whatâs happening,â he smiled. Her face looked so shocked and confused. Sad even. Like she didnât know what emotion she was supposed to feel.
âYou donât have toââ
He shook his head, and continued reading before she could finish her sentence.
Harry read three chapters before he carried her sleeping self to bed.
*
Something changed in Harry. He almost turned into a stalker. He tracked her movements and routines for a week. He knew most of them. But he really tracked them. The daily ones were easiest. She went for a run in the morning, he followed her lead and didnât say a word. He went to her favorite coffee shop and paid for her favorite drink for a weekâs worth of drinks in advance.
He wished they carpooled, but she was so busy. So he timed his arrival so that he was at the entrance door holding it open for her. When everyone left to get lunch, he heated up her food and brought it to her desk before leaving silently.
One day, there was a note on her dashboard saying she had a full tank of gas. When she arrived home after her second job, she noted her spare car key was on Harryâs key ring. At home, her laundry was in the wash. The shirts she didnât like to put in the dryer were hung in the bathroom.
Harry could see it. She was cracking. It was the first time someone had done something for her it seemed. The first time someone so selflessly did things for her, anticipated her needs the way she anticipated everyone elseâs.
Her throat felt tight as she looked at Harry in the kitchen, making her favorite dinnerâa soup that took hours and hours to make.
He didnât even know it was her birthday that day which made her heart feel sicker than ever.
âPoppy,â he smiled sweetly placing a bowl in front of her exhausted figure.
âYeah?â She whispered.
If she wasn't so in awe, she would have realized where his tone was. What was coming next. âGo on a date with me, kitten.â
âI canât.â
âSânot so hard,â he assured her. âYou sit across from me and be yourself because mâalready in love with you,â he reminded her sweetly. An impish grin on his pretty pink lips. That dimple she wanted to sink her tongue into on display. âI tell yâhow stunning yâlook, I pay for you tâeat. I feed you a dessert of your choosing that youâre probably too full tâeat and then I can kiss you wherever yâwant. Lips, cheek, forehead,â he shrugged. âThen we come home, and Iâll read a chapter of your book. Yâcan decide if yâwant tâgo on a second date.â
She giggled, her cheeks red. âI canât, Harry,â she looked at him apologetically, but she felt herself melting as much as the soup warmed her insides. It was ridiculous to eat soup in the middle of the summer. But Harry made it for her anyway.
His heart deflated a little. He wasn't kidding. He was definitely in love. He had to be because there was no other way he could explain the feelings he had for her. Someone so thoughtful, so pretty, sweet, and funny.
Harry had asked her out at least a hundred times. Around Christmas, she got her hair cut and he always found her beautiful, but he asked her almost every day following her new hair style for a month straight. Each time she said she couldn't. She didn't date.
For the first time in the near year since he had first asked her, first met her, he realized she said she canât go on a date with him. She didnât date. That he was crazy.
Not that she didnât want to. She didnât say no.
Hope bloomed inside him.
*
She didnât need anything. She didnât need anybody. It was clear someone or maybe many had let her down so many times. He watched her doing everything she could to make this party as nice as humanly possible for Hailey. Not that Hailey didnât deserve it, but no one had done anything like this for her. Harry only found out it was her birthday after the fact, and he felt like shit for it. Even though she assured him that was one of the best birthdays she ever had.
All he did was make her soup.
She deserved so much more.
It almost seemed too obvious that they hadnât done anything for her remotely as lovely as she did.
âYouâre staring, Styles,â she murmured without looking up from the chair while he lounged on the sofa.
âGo on a date with me,â he smiled.
She blushed, shook her head. âYouâre crazy.â
âYou havenât said no.â
"I've said no about a hundred thousand times, Harry," she rolled her eyes.
Why was it now? Why did he want to tell her what he was thinking about the whole situation now? But it was in his chest. He had to say it. Had to tell her.
âNo, youâve never said no,â he shook his head and looked at her head on, while she continued looking at her to do list, her planner. Her poor neglected book waiting to be read by Harry because her tired eyes couldnât. She looked up at him and smirked. Ready to protest once more, but Harry shook his head again. âI remember everything you've said t'me. I would remember a 'no,' it would probably kill me tâhear yâsay, no kitten. Y'call me crazy, y'say y'canât or that y'donât date. Never, not once, have y'ever said y'donât want t'go on a date with me. Nor a flat out no. So m'going tâkeep asking until y'say y'donât want to. Because I think you do want t'go out with me but for some reason y'don't want t'allow yourself t'be happy. T'let someone else in. M'not going t'stop asking. Not until I hear y'say "Harry Styles I would rather die than go on a date with you. I never want to go out with you." Maybe that makes me conceited or creepy. Mâsure it does make me crazy. But I donât care. I want t'go on a date with you. I want t'go on a million dates with you, actually. So m'not giving up until y'call me creepy or y'say y'donât want to.â
She swallowed like there was something stuck in her throat. Her eyes didn't move from her lap.
"Kitten," he murmured. She didnât look up. âPoppy,â he whispered. She finally met his green-eyed gaze again. His expression soft, pleading. âGo on a date with me,â his voice was soft. Harry swore his heart stopped beating because if he was wrong, if she really was saying no all those times, he wasn't sure he could ever stop asking her. The idea he would never get to take her out to eat and order her favorite dessert. He wouldn't see a movie and wrap his arm around her shoulders and that was completely unfair. He wanted to offer his jacket to her when it rained and hold her hand while walking through a museum. "Poppy," he repeated.
She bit her lip, her lips opening and closing like she wasn't sure which word was going to pop out. âI canât,â she whispered. Her eyes looking at him in a way that he could read right through her. They screamed at him, please donât stop asking me.
As if he could ever. Harry smiled. "Okay," he shrugged, hope and adoration for her flooding him. "I'll ask again tomorrow."
A sad smile graced her face. "You're crazy," she whispered again.
"Only 'bout you, Poppy.â
*
Harry felt like he was getting sick. Probably due to the sweet girl in his apartment who had worn herself so thin and weary that she had inadvertently brought illness home to him. His head was killing him. His pillow was calling for him the way he wished his favorite stubborn woman would call him.
He didn't even know if she was home. But honestly, he was glad. If she knew he was sick, she would dote on him. Even if she was starting to fell unwell. The thoughts of her were never too far from his mind. He would never be too sick, too lost, too far away from her that she could leave his thoughts.
Sleeping was one of his favorite hobbies because he loved to see her in his dreams. Loved to see the unaffected, carefree, beautiful, stubborn woman. The angel that enjoyed affection both giving and receiving.
It was his nightly dream. The one where she snuggled with him, and it was like they had been together twenty years and not zero. The one where he could taste her lips (even if in his dream she tasted like nothing) he knew it was wrong. She probably tasted like chocolate or caramel or something deliriously sweet.
Unfortunately, his phone vibrated below his pillow pulling him from his perfect beautiful dream.
âHarry?â
He squinted at his phone. Head aching, throat sore. Curious as to why he didnât have the number saved. âSpeaking.â
âOh, thank god,â the voice sighed. âItâs Joey,â she said. âHarry. Somethingâs wrong. She wonât stop crying and she wonât say anything but your name.â
He leapt out of bed. Illness forgotten even if he was dizzy. His heart thudded like a chorus of drums, and he didnât even grab shoes as he raced out of his room, snagging his wallet and keys off the counter as he exited the apartment.
He listened to Joey say a few more things. Something about being out at a club. She never left the bar area. There was no way someone had hurt her. But Harry drove through the night with his heart in his throat like someone had hurt her. He wasnât sure seeing her would even calm him. He knew where Joey lived, fortunately, so he sped as quickly as he could. The ache in his head and his throat was lost behind him along the drive.
He didnât knock as he hurried barefoot into Joeyâs apartment. Matt was coming from the kitchen and making his way down the hall. He looked at Harry sadly as he approached the main room.
âPoppy?â he whispered as he entered the room, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. "Kitten," he frowned and knelt in front of her. He picked her face up between his and he scanned her looking for signs of injury. Anxiety was in every inch of his body. But she fell into his arms before he could look any longer. Sobbing harder than when he entered. âM'here. M'here, baby. Itâs okay. M'here," he kissed the top of her head, cupping the back of her head with one hand. The other arm winding around her and squeezing her tight to his body. âOh kitten,â he sighed, sadness coating his voice. His heart ached. Like it was going to snap in half if she cried any longer. âMâsorry, baby. M'here. Sâokay. Tell me. Please. Iâll make it better,â he promised.
Her sobs continued, like she was unable to speak. "Harry," she whimpered.
"M'here, Poppy, s'okay," he assured her even if it wasn't. "Baby," he frowned pulling away to look at her her tearful eyes. He tugged her back to his embrace and continued to soothe her. He rubbed his hand up and down her back hoping it was comforting as he hoped it was.
Harry caught Joey's eye, who looked over from the entryway and smiled weakly.
"You good?" She mouthed. Harry nodded and when he glanced back, her friend was gone.
*
Harry kissed the top of her head for the hundredth time. He continued rubbing his hand down her spine. His head was still screaming.
But she was well worth it. Her cheeks were streaked with salt lines. Her eyes puffy and red around the edges. He had pulled her to him so they could snuggle into the corner of the couch. Her body tucked between the back cushion and Harry's body. Like he didn't want anyone to see her if they entered the room.
âHarry?â Her voice was raw.
âHmm?â He tucked her hair behind her ear and skimmed his fingertip along the same path repeatedly.
âWill you go on a date with me?â She whispered.
He smiled lazily. His heart exploding in his ribcage. âGod, Poppy, I don't know. I have t'check m'schedule.â She smacked his chest with no weight behind it. He kissed the top of her head. âIâd take yâright now. Whenever yâwant.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNothing tâbe sorry for.â
"I have issues."
"We can work on them together."
"I don't know if you'll..." She trailed off.
"If I'll what?" He brushed his thumb on her cheek.
She took a deep breath. "I love love, Harry. I love watching people get married. I love when people have babies and grow a family. I want to have babies. I love reading romance novels and watching silly rom-coms where you can predict the ending before the movie even starts."
"Sounds pretty romantic and easy, Poppy," he murmured.
She swallowed continuing. "I will do a lot for you because I believe that's the way love is supposed to be. I want to make your life easier, and I want to do things that make you happy because I think happiness and love are in short supply and I want those books and rom-coms to be real."
Harry nodded. "Wellâ"
"I've never had that. I had a boyfriend for four years and..." she sniffled. "When we broke up, I said that I wouldn't do that again. I wouldnât devote myself so completely to someone that wouldn't give me half as much. Then I met my next boyfriend and at first, I thought it was right, finally. It was equal. He loved me the right way, I mean. The way I thought I wanted, deserved... But then it was like he got tired of doing things. I don't know. Maybe my love language is acts of service. I don't know. Iâm not making sense, I'm sorry. But..." she swallowed. "I broke it off after only two years that time. I just don't think I can be loved the right way... not forever. I don't know. I sound so selfish, donât I? I donât know why you want to go out with me so badly. I want someone to love me the way I love them, and I donât think thatâs...fair."
It was why she always had everything. Why she planned and hosted parties. Why she never drank and always took care of her friends. She loved everyone that was lucky to cross paths with her, with her whole, big, beautiful heart.
Harry tilted her chin up. "Mâgoing to love you the right way,â he promised. âMâgoing to love you the way yâwant because that's what yâdeserve. If I love you anything less than you deserve then... well... I don't know what, Poppy. If thatâs the case mâprobably dead because sâthe only possible explanation,â she snorted and tears dripped down her cheeks again but not like the night before. âBut it's not going to be a problem, kitten. Mâgoing to love you the way your books love. The way a rom-com loves. Mâgoing to love you the way you love everyone that walks into your life. The way you so selflessly devote your kindness to them. Mâgoing to love you the way you love," he promised. âBecause sâan honor to love you,â he assured her. âSâan honor to be loved by you.â
She looked away from his gaze, closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his chest. His throat was aching again. He was really tired, but he would suffer her wrath and frustration of going on about this later. He knew that she would be beside herself knowing he was sick and dealing with her anyway. But where else would he be? "Harry," she whispered finally. He met her eyes the back of his fingers skimming her cheek.
"What, Poppy?"
"Do you love me already?"
"Of course I do."
She sniffled, her face crumpling with relief. Like all of it had been a trick up until then. "Okay," she whispered. âCan we go home?â
âCourse, kitten,â he kissed the top of her head and moved slowly to get up from the sofa. All of his muscles ached from sickness and from the awkward but perfect position of holding her all night in the cramped little space.
He held his hand out for her to take as she stood next. âHarry,â she whispered softly.
âHmm?â He hummed and looked at her with a soft expression that made her stomach flip, her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, Poppy?"
âIâm in love with you too.â
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Just a little price thotđ„°đž
You meet Price in a supermarket. Bumping right into him, more like slamming into him. The pint of chocolate ice cream and box of extra soft tisses that were safety tucked in your arms going all over the floor. Moving rather swiftly for a beefy man of his size, he quickly darts to the ground to grab the dropped items.
Heâs so careful about the way he gives them back to you, holding them out to you with a small smile. The comfort items look so much smaller in his hands than they did in yours, he doesnât even have them all the way out to you. Theyâre practically against his stomach, unconsciously encouraging you to come to him for them.
Then you look into his eyes and you think you feel your knees going weak, he definitely feels his buckling. The way you blink up at him with your pretty eyes all teary with smudged mascara and your soft lips formed into a sad little pout.
The words who did this he instinctively wants to say die on his tongue when he realises you arenât his to protect, you donât even know each other. Strangers, and he already wants to fight your battles without even know what they are.
âMâsorry.â You sniffle.
âNot a problem little darlin.â Itâs a deep rumble from within his chest when he speaks. Thin lips curving up slightly, his bushy moustache moving with them, those thick mutton chops and that full beard catching your attention too. His voice is gruff and accented. You reckon you could listen to it every second of the day and never want for silence.
John was there from then on. He was just there, had inserted himself into your life, almost like a stray cat you feed once and suddenly it comes back everyday. This gorgeous older man had simply become a part of your day to day life.
Youâre heading to work? Heâs giving you a lift in his black chevy truck. Youâre on your lunch break? Heâs luring you outside for a cute little picnic in the park. Youâre finishing work? Heâs taking you back to your place and staying. Heâs cooking you dinner, massaging your tired body. Lingering touches and longing stares. He wasnât even trying to hide how much he fancied you.
Especially when it came to you dating other guys. Heâd hate when youâd come home after a date, heâs in your apartment obviously waiting for you to return, and youâre all sad it didnât work out. Questioning yourself and your worth or beauty. It would have Priceâs ruggedly handsome face contorting in anger.
He would tell you no man would ever be good enough for you. He would also say no one was deserving of you. John would express that although he very much believed that, he would love it if you gave him the chance to try.
You would be so confused what he meant. Only understanding when he would hover over you, caging you in with his tall, burly figure and repeating the words âbe mineâ over and over again like a mantra.
He caught a look in your eyes at his words, similar to the one he saw when he first met you. It was clouded with confusion and want but it was there. Price knew. It was so obvious he wondered how no one else had seen it. But he knew, one look into your pretty eyes and he knew you needed taking care of. And the retired vet was more than happy to fill that role in your life.
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Yan Sugar Daddy
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âą You were a broke college student even after doing part time job. You wanted to earn more money so asked your friends for suggestions.
âą One friend of yours suggested to get a sugar daddy from website. You were a bit scared as you have no idea and experience about this but after much convincing from your friend you made an account on the app.
âą After scrolling a bit you thought It's very unlikely for any sugar daddy to show interest in you when the website was filled with drop dead gorgeous sugar babies available. You felt insecure and deleted the app forgetting to delete your account.
âą You continued your college and part time job. Forgotten about your account still being active.
âą While Yan Sugar Daddy scrolled through the app and your account caught his attention especially your photo. He thought you were beautiful and so simple. He sent you many messages on app but no reply. He would check the app many times a day in hope of seeing your reply. After many days passed and nothing from you he decided it's time to finally meet you in person.
âą He got details about you through his mens. Your address, your college schedule, your part time job location, your birth place, your date of birth, your zodiac sign, your favourite ice cream flavour everything. This man made sure his team didn't leave anything.
âą And hence here he is waiting for you at your college campus radiating money, power and glory through his work suit, and handsome face. Hell even the watch he is wearing is of the cost of your years of salary you thought.
âą"Ms y/n?" He approached you while you were just stood like a statue there mouth open. How come this man is here you thought. You remember seeing his profile in a blur on app before deleting.
"Close your mouth, love. Or people might think I said something offensive to you" he said chuckling looking at your expression.
Seeing your uncomfortable expressions he offered to talk to you over a lunch in a nearby restaurant rather than in your college campus. You accepted it not wanting to create any gossip at college.
You both wear sitting in a fine dining one of the most expensive restaurant in city whose reservations are hard to get even for some elites. By saying a near by restaurant you thought about some local restaurant near your college campus not this. But nevermind it's his money not yours. His money his choice you thought.
âą He explained how he wants to be your sugar daddy. When you didn't reply his next sentence was "I can double the weekly allowance if you want". But you still didn't accepted it. You told him how the account and everything was a mistake and that he should find some one else you explained and left. You were scared about this whole relationship even though you needed money.
âą You left the place but not his mind. He would send you expensive flowers with notes, perfumes, wines of old collection to your address in hope of you accepting. He never got a no as answer. And he will make sure to convert your no to yes. no matter what it takes.
âą What in the fifty shades of grey Christan grey the fuck is happening? You thought while continuously getting gifts from him.
âą He even paid your college fees in advance for upcoming years.
âą By all the constant stuff he was doing you finally said yes and signed a contract with him.
âą You entered his world.
âą Yan is definitely dominant and rough in sheets.
âą Would tie you up, blindfolded you,pull your hair, overstimulate you until you are a begging, crying mess.
âą Is kinky. Would put a vibrator in your cunt and control the speed via remote kept in his pocket while you both are dining outside. Enjoying seeing you trying to control your moans.
âą Is very protective of you. Someone tried to flirt with you? Would definitely make his security team beat him up till they are unconscious.
âą You liked him while this man was crazy in love with you.
âą Would spoil you with gifts, jewellery, dresses, perfumes, flowers, dates, vacations, handbags, shoes anything you want. Hell even his black card is with you most of the time because he says so.
âą Kisses you any chance he gets.
âą Makes you move into his penthouse so that he could spend more time with you.
âą Carriers you in his arms whenever you are drunk afraid that you will fall with your high heels.
âą Helps in wearing your heels.
âą Is a gentleman in public and an freak in sheets.
âą You looked at something for too long during shopping next day it's getting delivered to you. ( This man is god level rich and doesn't even think about the cost when it comes to you)
âą You always wanted to go to paris? Well let's go darling his private jet is ready.
âą This man is utterly whipped for you. Would do anything for you.
âą You came into this arrangement to pay off your college and since your graduation is near and so is the contract expiry.
âą You decided to part ways after graduation and contract expiration. When you tell him about your decision. He is absolutely devasted. Did he not love you enough? You are his everything. How could you even think about leaving him??
âą This man has hired a professional proposal planner to propose you to be his wife and you are thinking about parting ways? Good joke baby. Good joke. But this is not gonna happen. The only way you are leaving this contract is with your last name changed to his and your finger bearing his engagement ring.
âą And even if you rejected the proposal despite all of it he can trap you with him by his baby he thought with an evil smirk.
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Request: Remus Lupin x ravenclaw!girlfriend!reader
Plot: Just them appropriately loving on each other, chaste kisses on shoulders and wrists while sitting in positions that may not look innocent, but it doesnât go farther them that?
I donât usually ask for bland ones, but some peace would be nice.
SIMPLE LOVING
LENGTH : 0.7k
TAGS : fluff ; remus being smitten ; feeding each other ; couple goals ; tickle fight
NAVI.
âHow was Herbology, Rem?â you ask, sitting between his outstretched legs under the willow tree as it cried over the black lake. It was lunch break and because it was one of the lovelier days outside, you and your boyfriend decided to have lunch picnic-style along with the rest of his friends. Your group were also free to join, as always, and sat not too far from where you were comfortably melded against Remus, who lent back against the willow treeâs trunk. The both of you were cradled by its roots and shaded relatively well by its mourning silhouette. It was a perfect day.Â
âIt wasnât bad,â Remus mumbles against your hair before pressing a brief kiss against your temple. Straining your neck only slightly, you share a smile before relaxing into one another once more, âhow was Charms?â he asks, wrapping one arm around your torso as his other hand extends out to your right and pulls the small plate of lunch you brought out from the dinner hall. Remus had done the same but hadnât touched his lunch yet. He prioritises yours and begins to feed unprompted. Caring for you comes so easily to him.Â
In between mouthfuls, you reiterate the happenings of your Charms class. Remus didnât care if the conversation got boring or had extended pauses, he merely enjoyed being around you. He also really enjoyed tending to your needs in small gestures. People often saw him carrying your heavy books to classes, helping you with your assignments and carrying spare hair ties on his wrists for you. Boys didnât appreciate his setting of the standard and girls envied you for having such a considerate lover.Â
âThe flick and swish always gets me. Thereâs no standard for it so the outcome is always variable. The others made it look easy but Iâll show them and master that charm soon enough,â Remus smiles at your attitude and rids your pout by offering another spoonful. He loves listening to you talk. He loved hearing the sound of your voice; it was one of the most beautiful sounds he could hear. Whenever you got to talking, he always made sure to be completely silent and gave your words special attention. Oftentimes, whenever heâs reading his academic books for references and pre-reading relevant material before classes, your voice would be the one reading out the verses in his mind â that way, learning became a little more enjoyable and he got through the material much quicker. You finish up your plate of lunch soon enough and lovingly turn your face to kiss his inner wrist in gratitude. Â
âYour turn, Rem,â you giggle and reach for his neglected plate of lunch. Smiling warmly, Remus observes as you turn in place before moving to straddle his lap. Naturally, his large hands move to hold your hips and you begin to feed him bite after bite.
In the background, your friends gape obnoxiously at the affectionate display, some burn bright red in the cheeks and others hurriedly look away. It was incredibly easy to mistake your activities for something much as the willow treeâs roots cradled your forms and obscured your lower halves. However, your innocent feeding of his lunch was all the indication they needed to know you werenât doing anything beyond that.Â
âYouâre a mischievous little minx, you know that, darling?â Remus muses, licking his lips as you set down his finished plate.Â
âHmm?â you tilt your head innocently and lean down for a kiss, licking away the remnants of his lunch from his lips as you pull away, âWhat do you mean, Rem? I donât know what youâre talking about,â
He laughs at your playful display and carefully throws you off him, to the grass. As you lay on your back, giggling sweetly, he leans over your form and captures your lips in a heated kiss. A stray hand traces the curves of your waist and hips as the other keeps him hovering above you. He never goes too far with intimacy, especially in such a public place but you savour the scandalised gasps of your distant friends. Your handsome boyfriend pulls away with a hidden smirk and buries his face into your neck, kissing your sensitive skin and tickling the area with his nose.Â
âRemus!â you squeal in delight, laughing as brightly as the sun overhead. His wondering hand and the loving kisses to your neck and shoulder had quickly divulged into a tickle attack. Onlookers stare on, envious of such a loving and harmonious relationship.Â
âLily, can weââ
âNo!â   Â
NAVI.
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weakness
Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
summary: An afternoon at Bill and Frankâs place takes one hell of an unexpected turn for you and Joel when hidden feelings start coming to the surface.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. BOSTON QZ ERA JOEL. AGE GAP (reader is in her 20âs and Joel is in his early 50âs). mentions of reader having longer hair/her hair gets brushed, reader wears a dress, no specific mention of readerâs size, but there is a brief mention of the dress fitting loose on her, Frank is sweet and makes her feel pretty, Bill is a grump, Joel is kind of soft, hidden feelings. dashes of angst, fluff, and an abundance of Frank being an absolute angel.
MOODBOARD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY. NO MENTION OF RACE OR BODY TYPE.
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âCan you stop fidgeting for just one second, please?â Frank scolds you lightly, bringing down the palm of his hand onto your shoulder in a small, quick slap in an attempt to get you to stop squirming. He then moves his hands back up to your hair, which is out of its usual braid and towel dried after a much, much needed wash. The sickeningly sweet scent of the floral shampoo youâd used in the shower earlier that afternoon lingers deliciously in the air around you, a refreshing and welcome change from what your hair normally smells likeâgrime and smoke from hours of work detail in the Boston QZ. After coming out all of the stubborn tangles that he can find, Frank then picks up a boar hairbrush and he carefully begins to run it through your locks. He starts from the roots of your hair and brings the natural bristles down, all the way through to your ends. He chuckles and says, âYou know, I would be done a hell of a lot quicker if you would just sit still.â
You sigh softly, but impatiently, allowing yourself one final, uncomfortable little shuffle in the white wicker chair he has you perched on before finally giving into his request. âAlright, alright, Iâm sorry,â you mumble You bring your knees up against your chest and exhale another small sigh. You canât see his face, but you can picture the smug, satisfied smile on Frankeâs face as he continues brushing your hair. âSo, tell me again why weâre even doing this?â you question him just a minute later, as if he hasnât already explained it to you about a hundred timesâhe wants to do something special for you. âIt kind of seems like a complete waste of time, donât you think so?â
âWeâre doing this because you deserve to get dolled up for once in your adult life,â Frank states in a matter of fact tone. The world had ended when youâd been about seven years old, and heâd imagined that since then, youâd never done a single damn thing for your appearanceâbesides the occasional at home haircut you would give yourself every few months with an old pair of rusted shears. Heâd have been absolutely right about that. âAnd besides, itâs something of a special occasion today,â he adds. âItâs the first day of spring. The weather outside is stunning, our flowers are finally in full bloom, and we have a nice outdoor lunch planned to celebrate the new season.â
You canât help the way the corners of your mount turn upwards into a small smile. One might think it was all rather silly, given it was the end of the world and all, but you have to admit, you admire the way Frank manages to find genuine happiness and joy in the little things, like warm sunshine on the first day of spring. Or showing a friend what a proper hairbrush looks like. He has such a beautiful soul, something that very, very few people in this new world possess.Â
âYour hair is so healthy,â Frank observes a few minutes later, setting the hairbrush aside. Taking two handfuls of your hair from the front, he twists them gently and brings them around to the back of your head. He then secures them with a clear, elastic band and runs his fingers through your soft locks, maneuvering your hair until it cascades perfectly around your shoulders. Frank walks around your chair to face you, fussing until he makes sure that every stand is neatly in place. He smiles. âYou should wear your hair down more often, you know. It really suits you.â
âLong, loose hair and work detail are a recipe for disaster,ïżœïżœ you laugh, shaking your head at him. âMost of the work sites in the zone require anyone who has longer hair to keep it tied back, anyway.â You push your legs out away from your chest and plant your feet firmly on the floor. âListen, Frank. I really do appreciate what youâre trying to do for me. I really do,â you swear. âItâs incredibly sweet, but thereâs really no point. In just a few hours, Joel and I are going to have to head back into Boston where my hair goes back into its braid and I have to change back into my normal clothes.â
âExactly. So how about you just zip it and enjoy this while it lasts?â he suggests with a tiny, cheeky grin.
âBut Frankââ
âHoney, this is a fight you simply arenât going to win, so hush. Now, come with me.â He takes your hand, pulling you out of the chair and up to your feet. âClose your eyes,â he instructs, and with a reluctant sigh, you do as youâre told. Frank leads you over towards the full length mirror in the far corner of his and Billâs bedroom. âOkay. One, two, threeâopen your eyes.â
Your eyes flutter open and your mouth parts slightly in surprise.Â
âWhat the fuck,â you murmur underneath your breath, taken aback by the reflection in the mirror. The young woman staring back at you, she looks absolutely nothing like you. The hair, the hint of blush on your cheekbonesâthe color heâd found was one one that flatters the tone of your skinâand the thin coat of decades old mascara that heâd applied to your eyelashes; the tube had been bone fucking dry, but Frank used a few drops of water to bring it back to life, swearing up and down it was fine to put near your eyes. And then there was the dress, the goddamn dressed heâd force you into. His favorite part of the makeover and your least favorite.Â
âWait until you see what I found for you to wear,â heâd told you, giddy as if it were him who would be donning a new outfit. âYouâre going to love it!â
Skeptical, you had asked, âAm I though?â
Frank had gone to the boutique and found you a dress to wear, and while it was just a tad loose on your frame, he insisted that it would look just fine on you with the help of a safety pin hidden at the back of it, pulling the fabric taut. It was simple enough, white with a subtle sweetheart neckline and thin straps that tied together at your shoulders. The delicate lace fell down in a flowing skirt to just a few inches above your knees and it itched like hell, especially at your sides. Wanting to add a finishing touch to the outfit, Frank had brought you a pair of brown, strappy sandals and heâd let you know that he had a couple of different color options for a cardigan in the event it became too chilly outside.Â
âYou look perfect,â he gushes. âLike a daydream!â
You look different. But that isnât what brought on the shock. More than anything, youâre completely taken aback by how fucking normal you look.Â
Sure, coming over to Bill and Frankâs always gave you a temporary sense of normalcy. They always allowed you to take a hot shower, gave you the opportunity to properly wash your hair and change out of your dirty shirt into a new clean one. They always provided you with a warm meal presented on porcelain dishware that wasnât stained or chipped like the shit you had back home in your crumbling apartment in Boston. Youâd had several tastes of normal thanks to those two, but this drastic change to your appearance was overwhelming. Too overwhelming.
Youâd never thought that you could look like this, not in this fucking lifetime.Â
Frank immediately picks up on your emotions, senses how youâre feeling. Standing behind you, he places his two hands on your shoulders and leans his head forward, pressing his cheek against yours as his kind eyes meet your tearful gaze in the mirror. âYou look absolutely beautiful,â he whispers, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. âI really hope you feel beautiful. You deserve it. You deserve so much more, but if I can at least give you this much, then my mission is accomplished.â
You open your mouth to speak, but words fall short. Afraid that you might burst into tears on the spot, you clamp your mouth shut and give him the tiniest little nod of your head accompanied by a quivering smile of gratitude.Â
Frank smiles back. âGood. Now, come on, letâs go out front and have lunch.â His hands fall from your shoulders and he ushers you out into the hallway and towards the staircase. Looking over his shoulder, he gives you a wink. âIâm really eager to see what your man thinks of your new look.â
âWhat?â you sputter, almost tripping over your own two feet. âWhoâyou mean, Joel?â
Shit. Youâd almost forgotten about Joel.
What the hell is he going to say when he sees you like this?
Whatâs he going to think?
Probably that you look utterly fucking ridiculous, thatâs what.
âWho else would I be talking about? Bill?â Frank snorts. âYes, Iâm talking about Joel.â
You glare at his back. This isnât the first time Frank has teased you about Joel Miller, and despite the countless times youâve sworn to him that there was nothing going on between the two of you, he insists on believing otherwise, adamant that there has to be something more there. âDonât start with this shit again. He is not my man, and you damn well know that.â
âHe might as well be,â Frank shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he leads you down the staircase.
âFrank, Iâm being serious,â you say. Normally, werenât so uptight about it all, but today, youâre not finding his antics amusing in the slightest, not while youâre wearing goop on your face and sporting a fucking dress. âIâve told you a million times that there is nothing going on between me and Joel. Heâs my partner.â You pause briefly, realizing how that must have sounded, and add in emphasis, âHeâs my work partner. We work together, Frank. We smuggle shit together. Thatâs it.â
Frank stops at the bottom of the staircase and turns to you, letting out a curious hum. âHmm. And if I remember correctly, you two also live together, you sleep in the same bed together, you spend every waking moment from sunrise to fucking sunset togetherâI have never heard of two work partners being that close, sweetheart.â
Stubborn, you shake your head. âHeâs like fifty!â
âThe world ended and thatâs your concern? An age gap?â he questions. âReally?â
âFrank,â you plead his name, groaning. âI swear it. Weâre nothing to each other. Joel isâwell, heâs Joel. Heâs not exactly the type of man who does that. You know, feelings and shit.â
He throws his head back slightly, letting out a loud laugh that echoes through the foyer of his home. âOh, trust me. I know that much. Between you and me, I have to say that he reminds me a whole lot of Bill,â he muses. He notices the horrified expression that crosses your face and laughs again, holding up his hands in defense. âWait a minute, just hear me out. Theyâre polar opposites in some ways, but in most ways, theyâre almost the same fucking person. Joel is just like Bill. Cranky. Grumpy. He hates everyone and everything. Kind of man whoâll stab someone if they so much as look at him the wrong way. Would you say thatâs pretty accurate?â
âYeah, sounds like Joel Miller,â you have to admit. As much as you did not want to think of Joel being the same person as Bill, Frank had a pretty good point.
âBut Joel also reminds me of Bill because heâs the kind of man who means well when it comes to the people that he cares about. The kind of man who will do whatever it takes to protect what is his,â he further explains. He pauses and then asks, âLet me ask you something. You trust him, right?â
You donât even miss a beat, answering, âOf course. With my life.â
He ticks his index finger at you. âAha! Exactly!â he exclaims. âYou know that Joel would never let anyone lay so much as a finger on you. Heâd never let anything bad happen to you. And why is that?â
You stare at him blankly, unsure of how to respond. âIs this a trick question?â
Huffing, Frank rolls his eyes and lets out a disappointed sigh, as if youâd missed the obvious. âItâs because you mean something to him, sweetheart. Whether you choose to let yourself believe it or not, you mean something to Joel Miller.â
For a moment, it feels like all the windâs been knocked out of you.Â
Could Frank actually be right?Â
Do you actually mean something to Joel?
No, that was impossible. Joel Miller doesnât give a shit about anyone or anythingâall he cares about is surviving long enough to find Tommy again one day, and even then, he never speaks of his younger brother too kindly. Heâs been hardened by this world, closed himself off, put up a barrier around himself that nothing can permeate. Not even you.
âUnder that tough, rugged exterior, thereâs a soft spot. Itâs there, for you and only for you.â Frankâs eyes glimmer, speaking a truth heâs been wanting to tell you for the better part of the last several months. âYou might need to do some digging to find it, but itâs there.â
âI just donât understand why you would think that,â you confess, shaking your head. âJoel has never said anything to me to indicate that I mean something to him. More often than not, I find myself wondering if even considering us to be friends is too generous.â You cross your arms over your chest, growing uncomfortable under his knowing stare. âYes, Joel looks out for me, but thatâs only because we work together so well. I know my way around. He needs me, especially if he plans on getting to Tommy.â
Frank bites his bottom lip, stifling another laugh.
âWhat? Whatâs so funny?â
âOh, sweetheart. You donât even realize it, do you?â
Your eyebrows knit together, confused. âWhat? Realize what?â
âYou are his weakness.â
Heâd said it so simply, and yet there goes the rest of your air leaving your lungs, an invisible first driving itself right into your gut.Â
âOf course Joel isnât going to tell you how he feels about you. Heâs afraid,â Frank remarks, sounding so sure as if he had been told that by Joel Miller himself.
âYouâre wrong. Joel isnât afraid of anything,â you counter in the steadiest voice you can muster. âYouâre wrong, Frank.â
âHeâs afraid because he knows how dangerous it is, having a weakness in the form of a person he cares about more than anything can be in a world like this.â Any trace of teasing or playfulness had disappeared from Frankâs expression. He speaks gently, but with purpose, with such seriousness that it makes your heart sink further and further down into the pits of your stomach.
When you speak again, your voice is strained, thick with emotions youâre trying so desperately to shove down. âFrank, you really need to put down the fucking romance novels.â Before he can say another word to you about it, you place a hand lightly on your stomach. âIâm really hungry. Can we go eat now? Please?â
Thankfully, he gets the hint to drop the subject.
âOf course. Come onâ Frank takes your hand. He opens the front door and leads you outside and onto the freshly landscaped front lawn. He had been right, the flowers were in full bloomâthe small, round table heâd set was positioned in a perfect spot so that no matter where anyone sat, they would have a view of the colorful roses and azaleas he and Bill had planted around the perimeter of the yard.
As soon as he sees you two approaching, Bill throws up his hands in a dramatic fashion. âItâs about goddamn time!â He grouches loudly. âJesus Christ, Frank. Iâm fucking starving!â
âSorry, got caught up inside.â Frank tosses his partner a sweet smile as he releases your hand. âBut look, I found myself something pretty!â
Heat floods your cheeks. You should have known better than to think he wasnât going to make a fuss about your new appearance. âFrank, please. Donât.â
âOh come now, you know I have to show you off!â
Joel, whose back had been turned towards you, furrows his eyebrows and he glances over his shoulder, looking to see what Frank was referring to. His dark brown eyes widen just ever so slightly, the grip around his glass of red wine tightening in complete surprise at the sight of you. Frank had failed, quite miserably, to convince him to dress up for the occasion, but at the very least, heâd talked him into wearing one of the nicer shirts he'd found at the boutique, a neatly pressed, sage green button up with long sleeves that, much to Frankâs chagrin, Joel had rolled up to his elbows. His graying, dark brown curls might have even had a comb run through them, but it;s difficult to tell if the way his thick locks were effortlessly disheveled was natural or the result of his efforts to tame them.
âWhat do you think, Joel?â Frank beams proudly, as if presenting the man with one of his painted art pieces.
Joel doesnât respond. His eyes remain glued on you, following as you walk around the table and take your usual place beside him.
âWay to put me on the spot, Frank,â you mutter, your face growing warmer and warmer with every second that ticks by. You silently urge yourself to get a grip as you reach for the crisp, white cloth napkin next to your plate and drape it over your lap. The smoked, wild rabbit Bill had cooked up for lunch smells heavenlyâFrank knows itâs your absolute favorite dish, and so he had made sure Bill put it on todayâs menu, bless his heart.Â
Joel still hasnât uttered a single word. Part of you hopes he wouldnât.
âJoel?â Frank prompts as he picks up his own cloth napkin. âDoesnât she look pretty?â
You glare daggers at him from across the table and hiss, âFrank!â
Finally, Joel sets down his glass of wine and turns slowly, angling his body towards yours. When he speaks, his voice is low, but clear as day as he looks at you, âYeah. She looks very pretty.â
His eyes flicker up to meet yours, causing your heart to skip a beat inside of your chest and a strange warmth to bloom in your belly.Â
Had he actually meant that?
âYou look real nice,â he adds, giving you a subtle nod of his head. He lets his sights linger on you for another moment before tearing his gaze away. He then turns back to the table, picking up his glass of wine once again, chugging whatâs left of it before reaching for the bottle to pour himself another.Â
Bill clears his throat roughly. âWell, if everyoneâs done playing dress up, Iâd really like to fucking eat now.â
Meals with Bill and Frank were always pleasant.Â
Well, meals with Frank were always pleasant.
 Although Bill had gotten used to having you and Joel over as guests and didnât see either of you as a threat anymore, he still preferred to keep you both at armâs length, a choice you two respected. He hardly ever said much and often chose to let his partner do all the talking unless the conversation had anything to do with trading supplies. Only then would he step in.Â
As youâd tucked into your meal of wild rabbit and garden vegetables, you could feel Joel throwing subtle glances your way every so often. It was half expected that he would, seeing as heâd never seen you like this before. He was so used to seeing you in tattered, dirty old clothes with dirt and grime caked onto your skin and in your hair.Â
Surely, he must have felt like he was sitting next to a complete stranger, not his smuggling partner.
About an hour later, once everyone has finished eating, you offer to help Frank clear and clean up the table and wash the dishes. He settles for letting you help him bring everything inside, but shoos you away before you can even think about lifting another finger. âDonât worry, Iâve got it,â he says, waving you away from the kitchen sink with his hands. âYou and Joel are taking off in just a couple hours, so go on and get some rest,â he suggests. âOh, by the way, we found some new books to add to the collection. Might find something you like. Go ahead and check them out.â
âBut I forgot my library card at home,â you joke lamely, although it earns you a sincere laugh from your friend. You pad out of the kitchen and into the living room, straight over towards a grand oak bookshelf that is packed tightly to the brim with dozens and dozens of books of various genres. You hadnât been all that much of a reader before, but thanks to Frank, who always sent you home with at least two or three works in your pack, reading had become one of your favorite hobbies over the last few months, a sweet little escape that took you out of your shoddy apartment in the zone and into another world. You start searching the titles for the new finds heâd mentioned. Spotting one of them, you pluck it from the shelf, a paperback titled, A Midsummer Nightâs Dream. Opening it up, you begin thumbing through the pages, quickly realizing that itâs playâyouâve never read a play before. Still not convinced if itâs one you would like to take home with you, you flip back to the first page and start reading with a curious little hum.Â
You had been so preoccupied with it that you hadnât noticed Joel standing behind you, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest until he clears his throat, and asks, âFind somethinâ good?â
Startled, you whirl around, nearly dropping the book in your hands. âJesus Christ, Joel,â you breathe out, clutching it tightly against your chest as your heart rate slows. âDonât sneak up on me like that!â
âNot my fuckinâ fault you were too busy with your nose buried in a book,â he states, trying his hardest to fight the small smirk threatening to cross his lips. He uncrosses his arms and pushes himself away from the doorframe.
A chuckle escapes you, almost nervously, as he slowly starts walking over towards you, his brown boots heavy on the hardwood floor. He takes the book from your hands, humming as he reads the cover. âShakespeare, huh?â
âYou know Shakespeare?â you toss him a teeny, lopsided smile as you tease, âHe from your time?â
Joel lightly smacks your arm with the worn paperback. âYeah, I know Shakespeare and he was about four hundred fuckinâ years before my time, thank you very much.â He flips it over, eyes skimming the text on the back. âHad the world not gone to shit, you wouldâve grown up and spent your entire middle school career being forced by English teachers to read all his shit and write essays tryinâ to interpret it all.â He hands it back over to you. âHere.â
âSounds like a real fucking dream,â you deadpan. You glance down, running your index finger down the spine of the book. Youâre trying, almost painfully, to ignore how Joelâs eyes glaze over you from head to toe.Â
âYâknow, itâs kinda nice,â he remarks quietly, breaking the brief moment of silence that had fallen over the two of you. âSeeinâ you like this.â
You keep your eyes fixed on the book and scoff. âWhat? In a dress?â
âWhen weâre here, you let your guard down. Ainât always lookinâ over your shoulder. You smile a hell of a lot more.â He pauses, then adds, âYou look happy here. Sure, this dress looks nice on you. Your smile looks even fuckinâ better, though.â
Your breath hitches in your throat. More than his words, itâs the genuine tone in which he had said themâyouâd never even realized Joel noticed things like that. Whether you were happy or not, how often you smiled. Or didnât smile.
You force a small chuckle. âItâs the only sense of normalcy that we get. Of course I look happy when weâre here. Because I am happy when weâre here.â Still refusing to meet his gaze, you turn around and walk over to the couch towards your pack. Opening the top, you quickly shove the book inside.Â
When you hear Joelâs footsteps coming up behind you, you stiffen slightly.
âFrank, he adores the hell outta you,â Joel says. He seems to hesitate, but then continues, âYou ever think of askinâ him to stay here?â
âYou kidding?â You snort in response. âBill wouldnât allow that. Never.â
Joelâs hands go to his hips, knowing you had a point. âBut you know Frank can convince him of almost anythinâ, donât you? And besides, believe it or not, Bill actually likes you. He loves Frank more than anythinâ and you make Frank happy.â
You finally turn around to face and find yourself caught off guard by how close heâs standing to you. âJoel, what exactly are you getting at?â You raise an eyebrow before playfully asking, âAre you trying to get rid of me or something, Miller?â
Joel quickly shakes his head. âOf course not. All Iâm sayinâ is thatââ He stops and lowers his voice, just in case Bill or Frank happen to be wandering nearby. âI like seeinâ this side of you. The happy side. The normal side.â He shrugs his shoulders, the lean muscles of his upper body flexing with the movement against the smooth fabric of his shirt. âSeeinâ you all cleaned up, well fed and contentââ He trails off once again. âShouldnât be a rare occurrence, yâknow? Youâd clearly be better off here with them and you know that with Frankâs help, we could probably talk Bill into letting you stay.â
The second you realize heâs being serious, your smile fades.
âWhat? But what about you?â
âDarlinâ, Frankâs good, but heâs not a goddamn miracle worker. Even if he tried, thatâs not somethinâ Bill would ever go for,â Joel admits, lifting a hand and raking his fingers through his hair. âAnd even if he did, weâd fuckinâ kill each other by the end of the first week.â
Bill and Joel being neighbors?
Talk about a different kind of apocalypse, you think to yourself.
âI know that much,â you reply with a tiny eye roll. âWhat I mean is, do you honestly think that I would leave my life in Boston?â
âThat ainât no fuckinâ lifeââ
You hold up a hand, stopping him. âI know itâs not. But itâs my life with you, Joel.â
The rough creases on his forehead suddenly soften. That was the first time youâd ever seen that happen.
The scowl on his face wasnât permanent after all.
âYes, this is nice. This patch of town, this house, the running water, the food, the clothesâthis is a decent life. More than decent. In this world that weâre living in, this place is heaven. But without you, all of it would mean absolutely nothing to me. I wouldnât be happy here, not without you.â
Joel tilts his head back, shaking it lightly. âThink about what youâre sayinâ here.â
âI know what Iâm saying.â Before your brain and your body can even make the connection, you find yourself taking a step towards him, shrinking the gap between your bodies even further. You glance up at him, somehow finally finding the courage to have your eyes meet his. âI refuse to leave your side, Joel. Thatâs never going to happen. Not if I can fucking help it. Do you understand that?â
Joel exhales the breath heâd been holding, his warm breath tickling your face.
âI mean it, Joel. Weâre in this shitty ass fucking world, together. No little slice of heaven could ever get me to leave you behind, no matter how good it is,â you declare, silently wondering to yourself where the hell you were even finding the balls to confess all of this to him. âOkay?â
âYouâd be safer here than in the QZ, with all that shitâs that been goinâ downââ
âIâm the safest when Iâm with you, Joel. I know I am.â
You lift your hand to his face. At first, thereâs minor hesitation on your part, but you will yourself to place it on his cheek. Although your touch is gentle, Joel canât help but wince. Not because he doesnât want you to touch him, but because it had been so fucking long since anyone had ever touched him like that.Â
Since heâd let anyone touch him like that.Â
He closes his eyes and after a second or two of resisting, he finally allows himself to relax his tense muscles and he sinks into your touch.
Joel lets himself savor the feeling of your hand on his face. His bottom lip gives a subtle tremble when you softly start to graze your thumb down along his jawline. His beard, which you often playfully tease him about now that itâs beginning to gray just like his hair, feels rough and scratchy, and yet somehow still soft underneath your fingertips.
âHey,â you murmur, and he forces his eyes to snap open. âWeâre in this together. Thatâs how itâs been and thatâs how itâs going to stay,â you assure him. âMy place is with you, Joel.â
Joel manages to speak through tight lips, his voice strained. âYou really fuckinâ gotta stop talkinâ to me like that, darlinâ.â
You carefully move your hand away from his face, letting it drop back down to your side. âWhy?â
ââCause. Shit like that is dangerous.â
âDangerous,â you repeat, almost laughing. âOf all the thingsââ
Then, Frankâs words from earlier come to mind.
Heâs afraid because he knows how dangerous it is, having a weakness in the form of a person he cares about more than anything can be in a world like this.
Joelâs dark eyes flicker to the strap of your dress, noticing it had started sliding off your shoulder. Before he can even think to stop himself, he reaches out and pulls it up back into place, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against your smooth skin. âYouâre so soft,â he murmurs under his breath. All those fucking years of working with you, even sharing a bed together, and he had no idea of what it was like to touch you.
âJoelâŠâÂ
Your heart had all but climbed up into your throat.
âEverythinâ you just said a minute ago, âbout not wanting to stay here without me,â he starts to say, âI know that itâs fuckinâ selfish of me, but Iâm real glad you said it. âCause no way in hell do I want a life without you. I know itâs wrong butââ
Placing your hands delicately on his shoulders, you lift yourself up on your toes and cut him off mid-sentence by pressing your lips softly against his. The clean scent of the soap Frank had given him to shower with fills your senses and you yearn to have more of him, you nearly ache to get a real taste of himâbut your courage only went so far. Thankfully, Joel knows to take over from here. One of his arms snakes its way around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest while the other reaches up, the warm palm of his hand pressing against your cheek. His tongue swipes lightly across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to explore your mouth just a little bit further.
You eagerly grant him access, half expecting his mouth to ravage yours.
Much to your surprise, Joel remains gentle.
The way that he kisses you, the way he holds your body against his, the way his large handâthe same hand that slits throats and breaks bonesâdelicately cradles the side of your face like youâre made of porcelain.Â
âJoel,â you nearly whimper his name when he breaks away.
His face remains just inches from yours.
âFuck,â he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours, fighting to catch his breath. âWeâll need to get goinâ soon.â
âI know.â You nod, hoping you donât sound as disappointed as you feel. You can sense that Joel, much like yourself, is at war with himself over what had just happened. Not that either of you regretted it, at least you certainly donât, but the realization that you two have just crossed a line youâll never come back from was daunting.
Joel lifts his head, lightly pressing his lips against your forehead. He then forces himself to release you from his arms and steps back, dropping them back down at his sides. âI need to, uh, I need to go get some things from Bill. Yâknow, get my pack ready before we take off.â
You nod again. âIâll start changing and get another pack of supplies ready as well.â You pause, clearing your throat awkwardly. âJoel, about what just happenedââ
He silently shakes his head before leaning down, capturing your mouth with his.
This kiss is short and quick, and when he pulls away, he says nothing. He turns on the heel of his boot and disappears, heading out to meet Bill in the garage.Â
Your hand flies to your mouth, your fingers lightly touching your lips.
âWell, well, well.â
Looking over your shoulder, your throat goes dry when you see Frank standing there, hands on his hips and a knowing, smug expression on his face.Â
âHow long have you been standing back there?â
âLong enough.â Even from a distance, you catch the amused twinkle in his eye. âWhat did I tell you?â
You turn away from him, biting your lower lip.
So maybe heâd been right after all.
Maybe you were Joelâs weakness.Â
But he was yours too.
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Yandere florist x reader
Tw: mentions of physical abuse in sexual settings, implied drugging and somnophilia, stalking, implied possessive behavior and controlling nature, mildly nsfw. Not proofread đș
đ·Benny was the quiet kid of your school. You didn't know much about him, except he was a good student and apart of the gardening club. That was all, but Benny? Oh he knew you very well..
đ·you were stunning. You had such amazing hair that he wanted to play with every night before going to sleep, those stunning beautiful eyes that always ghosted over his form in the cafeteria, and your voice that always managed to make him rock hard down there
đ· recently your family had gotten a wide assortment of flowers for an event. Thinking they were pretty, you asked for the florists name or any social they might have. They handed you a card with the info, and with that you looked up the account on Instagram.
đ· scrolling through their posts you found a familiar face you'd see every day in the school halls. What was his name again? Benjamin? Beanie? No.. oh yeah! Benny! You didnt know he had such a good eye for aesthetics, especially flower arrangements. But that has to be expected since he spends all his time gardening
đ·the next time you saw him, you walked right up to his table on campus grounds. A bit far from the other outside lunch areas. He froze when he saw a familiar pair of shoes, looking up at you slowly with those big blue eyes
"you're a florist right?"
"y-yes..?"
"how much for a dozen roses and half a dozen tulips?"
đ·you became a regular after that. He'd wait anxiously every day for you in the plant nursery after school. He always gave you such cheap prices, claiming you were his friend and he only did favors for them. You thought he was sweet, so when you heard rumors about him being caught sneaking around the girls locker rooms and stalking a classmate? You shrugged it off,most likely empty gossip
đ·if only you paid attention to the red flags sooner.. you would have realized Benny's real nature. When he asked you out prom night, you agreed, he was sweet and you weren't seeing anyone at the moment. Who knew, maybe this would be the start of a beautiful relationship?
Pros with Benny:
đčatleast he's a very generous lover. Spoiling you with what he could afford, since he came from humble beginnings he's always wise with the money you both have
đč he's completely devoted to you! Never looking at anyone else with love or lust, always worshipping you both in bed and outside it
đčyou learn new things. Like natural remedies, plants and their names, their usefulness to make nearly everything. Even drugs (He's vegan.)
đčhe wants to settle down and raise a family with you as soon as you graduate college! He gets tipsy and love drunk thinking about it too much. He'd make an excellent father. Kind of.
The cons:
đ„ randomly, he'll get very aggressive in bed. Biting you till your skin bleeds, slapping your chest and ass, degrading you with the most vilest words. Not to mention he seems to really like choking you till you almost pass out
đ„he doesn't know how to take no for an answer, he'll go scarily quiet and his eyes will turn dull. A complete contrast to how he usually is. Surely a little intimidation will make you change your mind no?
đ„ he's possessive with your time and love. If he ever notices you staring at anyone a little too long, who isn't friends or family he knows of, you bet there'll be missing person posters by the end of the week
đ„he forbids you from going into the basement. Saying it's his private nursery and you should respect his privacy, even if he doesn't respect yours
đ„ randomly you'll feel sleepy after Eating anything he makes you, growing drowsy and the last thing you can remember is feeling clammy hands hastily unbutton your pants and shirt
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the grid: wedding shenanigans
Day 14 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen
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Oscar Piastri: driving off into the sunset (literally)Â
The entire day was so special, it was a small service with just family and friends where youâd flown everyone out to their beach house. It was beautiful, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were getting married. You looked stunning in your dress, and everyone cried as you came down the aisle, but no one more than Oscar. He looked at you with all the love and affection in the world and as you finally reached the top of the aisle, pressed a small kiss to your cheek whispering an âi love youâ much to the dismay of your officiant.Â
The day went on with lunch, some pictures, and finally the dancing, and as the sun set, you grabbed your suitcases and grabbed the keys to his pickup, driving off into the sunset for your honeymoon in the Outback, southern Australia, and then onto New Zealand.Â
He glanced over at you as he drove, the setting sun giving you a special glow as you looked at the ring on your finger. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road, wanting to gaze up at the stars that were just beginning to show. You two sat in the back of the pickup with a blanket over the top of you. You cuddled into his side and smiled.Â
âHow does it feel, Mrs. Piastri?â he whispered, staring up at the stars.Â
You beamed. âIt feels fucking amazing to be your wife,â you pressed a kiss to the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders. âHow does it feel for you?â
He groaned, a bright smile on his face. âLike everything Iâve ever wanted has come true,â he almost cringed at himself, knowing how corny he sounds.Â
But you just nodded and smiled, perfectly contempt.Â
You two really were made for each other. Oscar stared up at the sky as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, before he started driving again after lying you down in the passenger seat, he thanked his lucky stars for giving him you.Â
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Lando Norris: sneaking off in the middle of the party
You felt the adrenaline rush through you as he led you down yet another long corridor. He was giggling the whole way, as were you, his hand held tightly around yours. The day had been wonderful, youâd gotten married in Sibton Park Estate, a beautiful country house with all the charm of a castle. You felt like a princess as you walked down the aisle, smiling brightly at Lando, who shed a tear or two, but mostly smiled and laughed out of nervousness. He had to stop his vows twice because he started laughing, and once because he started crying. Your vows made him bawl, having to give him a few minutes break before continuing. But god, had it been a tiring day. All day you were on your feet, away from your husband talking to guest after guest, seeing him on the dance floor for your first dance, then immediately being pulled away. It was jarring, even Max commented on it, saying. âYou two are usually so all over each other, today Iâve barely seen you two interact outside of genuinely saying your vows!â
Safe to say you missed each other.Â
Somehow, he pushed a door open that brought you to a drawing room that overlooked the entire outdoor party and you smiled as you watched your friends and family let loose. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your neck.Â
âI canât believe youâre my wife,â he grinned like a schoolboy. âDonât think Iâll ever get tired of saying that.â
You chuckled. âI love you so much,â you sighed. âToday was perfect.â
He nodded. âSo perfect. Best day of my life.â
âNot your first win?âÂ
He pulled his âsassy faceâ, as you called it. âFuck no. This is the best day of my life, hands down.â
You looked at him sceptically. âI wouldnât be offended-â âMy word, I got to marry the most caring, lovely, kind, smart, incredible, stunning, gorgeous, loyal, gentle, hilarious, most wonderful woman in the world and call her my wife. Sheâs wearing my ring on her finger, sheâs kissing my lips, and sheâs sleeping in my bed. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will die on that hill, alright?â
You chuckled. âAlright,â you turned around and kissed him, softer than you did when youâd been pronounced as married.Â
âI fucking adore you,â he whispered.Â
Perfect moment on a perfect day.Â
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Lewis Hamilton: anxiety before the ceremonyÂ
You paced back and forth in your dressing room, internally freaking out. You knew you loved Lewis, more than anything you loved Lewis. Though today was just proving⊠terrifying. Everyoneâs eyes on you, everyone talking to you, everyone trying to be around you. Hellish experience, and it was only 1pm.Â
There was a knock at the door. âBaby?â It was Lewisâs voice, and everything felt ok again for a split second, then he started to try and open the door. You flung yourself against it with a thud and he chuckled. âAre we really believing in the superstitions?â
âYes!â you stressed. âWhy are you here?â âBecause someone told me my soon-to-be wife is freaking out a little bit.â
You could hear the smile on his lips. âYouâre not mad?â
âIâm freaking out too,â he whispered. "It's ok."
You let out a breath of relief. âThank fuck,â you chuckled feeling the tension in your shoulders lessen. He poked his hand through the cracked door which you took and squeezed.
âLook baby, weâve got this. Today is scary and nerve wracking, but itâs alright. Iâll be beside you all day, ok?â
You nodded. âOk.âÂ
Maybe you could do this. Lewis would be there, standing at the end of that aisle with his regular goofy smile and big heart. Lewis would be standing beside you all day. Lewis loved you.Â
âOk,â you breathed out again.Â
âIâll see you on the altar then?â he smiled.Â
âIâll be the one wearing white,â you smiled.Â
All that anxiety was replaced by excitement.Â
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George Russell: quiet morning after the weddingÂ
You laid in bed beside him, utterly spent from the day. It started at 9am and went until about 3am, then those 2 extra hours of ânewly-wedded activitiesâ made you sleep in until about 12pm. You woke up with Georgeâs arms around you, the sunlight coming in from the gorgeous day outside. The sun was shining in Greece, and you were extremely excited to have George to yourself for 3 whole weeks of good food, good wine, good sex, and him being your husband.Â
âMorning,â he groaned, burying his head further into his pillow. âI think Benjy got alcohol poisoning last night.â
âMorning sunshine,â you teased. âAlso, I donât think your brother drank that much last night, but Iâll shoot him a text anyway.â
âWe should probably get up,â he huffed, you chuckled.Â
âWe could,â you nodded, climbing on top of him and pulling his head away from the pillow. âOr, we could just stay here all day and only resurface for water and food?â
He smirked. âInsatiable much?â
âSorry, I just have a really sexy husband,â you smirked, flashing your ring. He groaned and pulled you in for yet another kiss.
You didnât leave the bed for a good while.Â
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Alex Albon: nothing goes right
You had planned the most beautiful wedding, youâd spent months refining everything, making sure it would be perfect, mostly because you knew it had to be, or else youâd be judged. Your parents would judge you, your family would judge you, the world would judge you.Â
But no matter how much you tried, you couldnât control the weather. You had planned the perfect beach wedding, flew everyone out, spent the last 3 days making sure everyone was comfortable, and when you woke up, you woke up to pissing rain and your caterers cancelling. Being the over-thinker you are, you already had another catering place on speed dial, and you sorted out any other problem that came your way. You moved the weeking to an indoor venue, you dealt with all of your guests' complaints, you listened to the moanings and bitchings of your judgemental mother, all while getting ready for your special day.Â
It pissed rain as Alex stood at the end of the aisle, soaking wet in the humid Thai rain, but smiling all the same. Thatâs when you realised that was all that mattered. You and Alex.Â
"You look beautiful," he whispered when you finally reached the end of the aisle.
You smiled. "Beautiful drenched?"
"Beautiful always."
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Daniel Riccardo: his vows You stood at the top of the altar, the months and months of planning came down to this moment. Daniel, his bright smile, standing there in front of you. Shit, he was beautiful.Â
Youâd already said your vows, he smiled his way through them while you cried, and now it was his turn.Â
He looked down at the little book in his hands and took a long shaky breath. âI love you,â he smiled. âMore than anything in this entire world, I love you. I love how deeply and truly you care about things, I love your humour, I love your smile, I love your ability to somehow rail me in,â the crowd laughed at that as you wiped tears from your eyes. âI love the way you always wave at kids passing by, I love the way you support and encourage the people around you, I love the way your nose crinkles when you laugh,â he looked up to see you laughing, and somehow, his grin got wider. âLike youâre doing now. I love coming home to you, I love waking up with you beside me, I love my life, because youâre in it. Youâve stayed with me through some of my darkest times, and loved me the same as you do through my brightest. From our first date to our dying day, Iâve loved you, and Iâll continue to love you. I never thought Iâd believe in Divine intervention, but something tells me that you were meant to find me in this lifetime, and all the ones before it, and after. You make me better, you challenge me in the best ways, you make me laugh and cry, you make me calm and comfortable. You make me fucking happy. I never knew Iâd find someone as incredible and wonderful as you, but trust me when I say Iâll never let you go. Youâre my person, baby, and youâre all I need.âÂ
Did he have to be so perfect?Â
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Charles LeClerc: the engagement Charles sat in the restaurant, his mind far away from you in front of him. He had to somehow make you want to go down to the beach, somehow make you -
âCharles I know youâre breaking up with me tonight so just get it over with, alright?â You sighed. It had been months of him being distant and awkward. Months of him being absent even when he was right in front of you, months of him being secretive and guarded. You were done.
It sucked because you loved him, but he didnât love you anymore, at least, thatâs what you thought.Â
He looked at you horrified. He snapped out of his shock and stared at you. âWhat?â
âPlease just get it over with Charles, I get it you donât-â
âNo! No! You donât get âitâ, please just hear me out?â He was clearly causing a scene, but he didnât seem to care. If it was between not losing you and not making a scene, he was choosing to make a scene every single time.Â
âCharles!â You scolded. âKeep your voice down!âÂ
He nodded. âJust⊠wait until after dinner, alright? Please?âÂ
You scoffed. âYou seriously care that little about my time? Charles, stop stringing me along! Itâs been a year and a half of wasted time now.â
âWasted?â He questioned.Â
âYou donât love me anymore, itâs fine! I get it. Just⊠let me leave with a piece of my dignity still intact, alright?â
âPlease my love, just wait until after dinner,â he asked, checking his watch.Â
âFuck you Charles,â you sighed, getting up to leave.
It was now or never.Â
âMarry me!â He exclaimed as the restaurant went quiet. You turned back to face him with a shocked expression. He was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring in a little red box in his hands.Â
âCharlesâŠ?â
âPlease let me speak. I know I have been distant lately, but I just knew I would end up spoiling the surprise. You know how bad I am at lying, especially to you. Iâm sorry, my love, please donât walk out on us like this. I love you. More than anything, I love you. I want to be with you forever.â
You nodded silently, tears flowing as you stood there, shocked. You thought this was a break-up dinner, but really, it was the start of the rest of your lives.Â
Did you just do a reverse Elle Woods?Â
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Max Verstappen: family drama at the weddingÂ
Of course, knowing Jos, you knew there would be drama at the wedding. It was inevitable. Your father hated Jos and your family hated him too. They couldnât understand why Maxâs father could be such a monster to such a sweet man. To be honest, you didnât understand either. Max was the most caring and gentle man youâd ever known, and you honestly didnât understand how heâd become the man he was with the absolute asshole of a father he had.Â
âIâm sorry,â Max whispered in your ear as you both changed for the ceremony. Jos had started a fight with your dad about walking you down the aisle that had set the whole ceremony back by about 40 minutes. Max was so embarrassed. âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You just smiled, ever the understanding saint, in his eyes. âMax, do you think I give a shit about how we get married?â
He nodded.Â
âI donât. It couldâve been in a factory, a pig stye, a fucking metal concert, I donât care. Tonight, when we go to bed and wake up tomorrow, we will wake up as husband and wife. Thatâs what I care about. I care that Iâm your wife, and youâre my husband. I care about you.â He teared up. âYouâre sure?â
âAbout you?â You asked and he nodded. âIâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â
Max would always have you, you'd always have him. That was the important thing.
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The Traveling Artist's Ailment
Pairings: Zhongli x fem!reader x Neuvillette
Summary: As a renowned traveling artist from Mondstadt, you travel the world to paint and draw various things. Your lovers, Zhongli and Neuvillette, are supportive of your dreams of becoming a traveling artist. However, during one of your work trips to Sumeru, you stumble across a sickly floating anemo fungus (well, technically, it came to you). You nursed the floating anemo fungus back to health, only to fall ill yourself.
Note: One of my followers and close friends commissioned this fanfic! To read her commissioned version, I will link it at the very end of this fanfic. This is the longest fanfic I have typed out ever since I came out of my hiatus. I hope my friend likes her commission (she has read most of it so far but hasn't read the newer parts I have added). Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: None that I know of đ€ However, since this is a commissioned fic, there will be some things that trace back to the commissionerâ there will be she/her/hers pronouns used throughout this fic when referring to the reader.
Word Count: 6.8k
Sumeru, the nation ruled by the God of Wisdom. The scenery is beautifulâ everywhere you look is a land of luscious greenery. You stand in front of the statue of the seven in the Avidya Forest, admiring the view before you. As a traveling artist, you have the privilege of witnessing the beautiful scenery of every nation in Teyvat.Â
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When you first began your career as a renowned traveling artist, you started in your home nationâthe beautiful nation ruled by the Anemo Archon Barbatos. Before becoming a traveling artist, you werenât satisfied with your career. And as cheesy as it sounds, you wanted to find your purpose, and the only thing that kept you going was your love for drawing and traveling.Â
âYouâre incredibly talented. Have you thought of becoming a traveling artist?â Albedo asked, analyzing the canvas while stroking his chin.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, mimicking Albedoâs actions. âIâll have to be honest with you, Albedo. I have not! And even if I did, I donât think a certain someone would approve of my ambitions.â
Albedo raised his eyebrows. âOh? Are you implying that your boyfriends will not approve of your goals?â
Your face becomes hot at the mention of your, ahem, âboyfriends.â You wouldnât say that you, Zhongli, and Neuvillette were dating per se, but you wouldnât say that you three werenât seeing each other romantically. You would often travel to Liyue and Fontaine to visit the men on separate occasions. Sometimes, when they had the chance, Zhongli and Neuvillette would visit Mondstadt to spend time with you. There were lingering touches and longing stares thrown around, but anything above that had yet to happen. Wait, what was Albedo saying again? Oh, right!
You cleared your throat, looking back at the canvas. âItâs not like theyâll disapprove of my choice of wanting to become a traveling artist. They worry, Albedo. And can you blame them?â You muttered, finishing up your painting of the Stormterrorâs Lair.Â
The day you sat down with Neuvillette and Zhongli to talk about your decision to become a traveling artist, you three were sitting outside Good Hunter in Mondstadt. You sat between the two men, eating your food. Children were laughing and running around the area while the adults were going on with their day, enjoying the simple life in Mondstadt.
âDear, are you alright? You seem distracted,â Neuvillette said, breaking you out of your daydream.
You didnât realize you were poking at your Sticky Honey Roast until Neuvillette brought you out of your thoughts. You nodded, giving Neuvillette a reassuring smile before proceeding to eat your lunch. While you werenât looking, Neuvillette and Zhongli looked at one another, not saying a word.Â
Zhongli cleared his throat, placing his hand over yours. âAre you sure youâre alright? If thereâs anything you want to talk about with us, youâre always welcome to,â Zhongli murmured, gazing at you with his warm amber eyes.
You placed your fork on the plate and took a deep breath. âI am thinking of becoming a traveling artist. What do you two think?â You looked at Neuvillette and Zhongli anxiously, worried they were going to discourage you from pursuing such a career.Â
Zhongliâs eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curving up. âOh, I think that would be a lovely idea. I believe in doing things you love, and you are an incredibly talented artist.â Zhongli took a sip of his drink. I donât see why not.â
After hearing Zhongliâs approval, your eyes lit up with excitement and hope. You turned to Neuvillette only to see the hesitation on his face. Neuvillette didnât seem to agree with Zhongli. Neuvillette had always encouraged you to do what you love, but with this new career path, the Iudex was rather hesitant about the idea.
You blinked, reaching for Neuvilletteâs hand, and gently squeezed it. âNeuvillette, are you alright?â
Neuvillette lets out a long exhale before meeting your gaze, smiling weakly. â[Y/N], dear, as much as I would love to see you pursue your dreams of becoming a traveling artistâŠâ Neuvillette trails off, sighing again, âI canât help but worry about your safety and the potential dangers of you getting into while youâre traveling alone.â
You couldnât help but feel offended but also giddy over the fact that the oh-so-powerful Iudex of Fontaine worrying over little ole you. You couldnât help but giggle, tucking your hair behind your ears while blushing madly. Neuvillette gazed at you, confused. You could hear Zhongli chuckling behind you while proceeding to finish his lunch.
You cleared your throat and placed both hands over Neuvilletteâs. âNeuvi, I understand where youâre coming from, and,â you paused to squeal, reaching up to pinch his cheeks, âI would be much happier as a traveling artist than my current career path. Not only do I get to travel the world, but that means I can visit you and Zhongli more often!â
Neuvillette mulled over the idea of you getting the chance to visit Fontaine and Liyue more often and longer than in the past. Right as you were about to take a bite of the Sticky Honey Roast, a thin arm wrapped around your shoulders startled you and caused you to drop the metal fork. Zhongli and Neuvilletteâs heads snapped in your direction to see the familiar bumbling drunkard draped over you.Â
Zhongli scoffed, his nose wrinkled with disgust after catching a whiff of alcohol from the Anemo Archon. âVenti, please refrain from touching [Y/N] without her consent,â Zhongli said, narrowing his eyes at the bard.
Venti giggled and released you. âHey, blockheadâ I mean Zhongli andâŠâ Venti froze when his eyes locked with Neuvillette. âO-Oh! Itâs you!â Venti squeaked.
Neuvillette smiled at Venti before sipping water from his chalice and placing it on the table. âGreetings, Venti. I see that you are acquaintances with my beloved [Y/N].âÂ
Zhongli furrowed his eyebrows at Neuvilletteâs comment and cleared his throat, âOur beloved [Y/N]. What am I? Chopped liver?â Zhongli rolled his eyes.
Neuvillette ignored Zhongliâs comment, proceeding to stare down the Anemo Archon. Venti cleared his throat before walking around the table to face the three of you. The bard propped his hands on his hips. You, Neuvillette, and Zhongli stared back at Venti, unsure what he had in mind.Â
Venti sniffed dramatically, wiping away nonexistent tears with his index finger. âOh, [Y/N]! Hearing your departure from Mondstadt breaks my heart. But hearing your love for the arts and wanting to share your exquisite talents with the world is inspiring!â Venti said dramatically, his lyre materializing in his hands, and he started to strum the instrument. âI would like to dedicate this song to you~!â Venti winked at you.
While Venti was serenading the three of you, Neuvillette mulled over the idea of you traveling the world and sharing your talent with people from every nation on Teyvat.Â
Neuvillette turned to you, whispering into your ears, âIf that is what you wish to pursue, then I shall not intervene with your desires. As long as you are safe and happy, that is all that matters to me.â
Your eyes lit up once again. âReally!?â You squeaked, gazing at Neuvillette with stars in your eyes.
Neuvilletteâs cheeks slowly turned pink the longer you stared at him with awe and happiness. The Iudex cleared his throat, nodding. You squealed and threw yourself at your beloved Neuvillette, arms wrapped around his shoulders while pressing your cheek against his. Zhongli chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to listen to Venti sing, admiring you and Neuvillette from his seat.
You turned to Zhongli and beckoned him over. Zhongli hesitated for a moment, only to give in when you gave him puppy-dog eyes. Who could say no to that sweet face of yours? Zhongli stood from his seat and walked over to where you and Neuvillette were sitting before leaning over to wrap his arms around you and Neuvillette. Zhongli made sure to kiss the side of your head, ignoring the stares shot in your direction.
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âSumeru is so beautiful,â You whisper, setting down your art supplies. You have been traveling for a few months now, and youâre loving every bit of it! You met so many nice people, and many people have commissioned you to paint certain landscapes from other regions! Your being in Sumeru is for your customerâs commission, and you cannot wait for them to receive the painting soon.
Usually, you would travel to your customer to personally deliver their commission. However, this time is different because your customer will be picking up their commission in Sumeru. After all, according to them, they will be on a work trip to Sumeru in a few weeks. When it comes to your paintings, it doesnât take you long to complete them. You work quite fast on your paintings, and that is what your customers love about working with youâ you get things done in a timely manner, or you complete the commission way before the deadline.Â
You scan your surroundings, trying to find the perfect image to capture onto your canvas. The customer was quite vague with what they wanted you to paint. The only instruction that was given to you was to paint a scenery in Sumeru. Did you ask them to clarify for you? Yes, you did! However, this person didnât have an idea in mind.
âYou have free range, Miss Renowned Artist! I would like for it to be a surprise! Any scenery will do as long as itâs in Sumeru!â The customer said, smiling smugly as if they were doing you a huge favor.Â
You exhale and scratch your head. âThis is going to be more complicated than I thought,â You mutter.
Sumeru has a lot to offer, and it is hard for an artist like yourself to capture a specific landscape onto one canvas. You see, you want to capture the current landscape before you, but at the same time, you also want to capture the breathtaking deserts of Sumeru. You pull out a single Mora from your bag, choosing to do heads or tails to make the decision for you. Easy, right? Youâre indecisive, so the Mora will pick what you paint for your customer! Before flipping the Mora, you make sure to mark one side of the Mora with white paint because both sides have the same engraving.
The side with white paint will be the desert (heads), while the side without paint will be the current luscious green landscape before you (tails).
You place the Mora between your thumb and index finger with the side with white paint facing upward. Using your thumb, you flick the Mora in the air before catching it and placing it on the back of your other hand without revealing the results. When you move your hand, you see the decision the Mora has made.
The side of the Mora facing upward isnât marked with white paint; therefore, you will be painting the luscious green landscape! You wipe the white paint off the other side of the Mora before tossing it back into your bag. You pull out the canvas and place it on the easel before digging into your bag for your palette, paints, and brushes.Â
Once you have set up your materials, you start sketching out the landscape with a pencil. You hum softly, engrossed in your work, as you listen to the birds sing around you. Itâs relatively cloudy today in Sumeru; itâs not too hot or too cold, and the weather is just right. You peek from your canvas to double-check to make sure everything is in the correct spot, and nothing is missing.
After an hour passes by, your sketch of the landscape is completed, and you can now start painting the beautiful scenery after your lunch break. In the medium-sized container, you pack rice with Honey Char Siu on top, and in the smaller container, it contains seven rainbow macarons.Â
Every time when you go on your trip, you make sure to pack food that reminds you of your beloveds on the first day of your arrival to a new nation. From then on, you will eat food from the nation youâre currently visiting. Thereâs no easy way to contact Zhongli and Neuvillette while youâre traveling the world, so the only way for you to feel connected to the two men is through food that you pack for yourself!Â
Being a traveling artist does get lonely from time to time. You have no one to talk to aside from locals in that region, but itâs nice to have some alone time. You enjoy the peace and quiet, but you love being able to interact with those around you. Your wanderlust drives you insane. What can you do about it? You choose to become a traveling artist to be able to do what you love: traveling and showing the world your amazing art skills.Â
âYour gift needs to be shared with the world, [Y/N]. Iâm baffled that youâre not a renowned artist yet. If you want a head start in your career, you can always let me know, and I will gladly help you make your dreams come true.â Zhongliâs words echo in your head as you happily munch on your lunch.Â
You couldnât help but tear up at the thought of how incredibly supportive both Zhongli and Neuvillette are. Growing up, you didnât have much of a support system in your life, but as you grew older, you ended up meeting amazing people who loved and supported you. Youâre grateful for everyone in your life, and you will make them proud as you continue to work hard as a traveling artist.Â
After finishing your lunch, you immediately start on your customerâs commission. You mix a few paints to create a specific color for the sky as the sun is peeking from the cloudy skies. Each brush stroke brings the canvas to life, almost as if you used a Kamera instead of paints to create the masterpiece before you.Â
Just as youâre a little over halfway done with the painting, you hear something strange coming from behind you. You freeze in your spot, hoping that itâs not a vicious creature behind you, planning on making you its dinner. You slowly turn your head to see something you werenât expecting. The small creature looks sickly, struggling to stay afloat, only to tumble to the ground. You canât help but pity the poor thing.
You continue to watch the floating (well, not anymore) anemo fungus waddle and stumble in your direction. Judging by its appearance, itâs most likely ill. You place your paintbrush and palette on the ground before cautiously walking towards the sickly floating anemo fungus. You kneel and hold your hands out, catching the anemo fungus before it can fall on its face.Â
You cradle it in your arms and wince when it lets out a small sneeze. Well, small is an understatement. When the anemo fungus sneezed, it let out a strong gust of wind, causing the items around you to rattle in their spot. You chuckle and take your apron off, laying it on the rock nearby.
The floating anemo fungus shivers in your arms, sniffling here and there, and its eyes are glazed over. Youâre unsure whether there is a doctor that specializes in caring for mystical beasts such as this anemo fungus. You glance at your unfinished painting, unsure whether you should temporarily abandon your painting to care for the sick floating anemo fungus or proceed as usual before caring for the creature.Â
âHold on, little guy. Let me finish this painting, and then Iâll get you some help,â you coo to the floating anemo fungus.
You walk to where your apron lies and place the floating anemo fungus on the rock before draping it with your jacket. It wonât do much, but it will provide some warmth for the poor creature. You pick up your paintbrush and palette, continuing where you left off with the customerâs commission.Â
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A few days into your trip to Sumeru as a traveling artist, you end up renting out a quaint home in Gandharva Ville close to your painting site. Initially, you did plan on staying in Sumeru City during your stay, but due to some unforeseeable circumstances, you decided to remain in Gandharva Ville for the remainder of your trip.
Your customerâs commission is about ninety-eight percent completed, and since youâre almost done with the painting, you decide to take a few days off to nurse the floating anemo fungus back to health.
Needless to say, caring for a sick fungus is more complicated than you expected it to be. Youâre never sure what to feed the fungus, aside from giving it plenty of water to drink. Are Liyuen dishes too spicy? Would Fontainian food be too bland for it? What about Sumeru dishes? There are many times when you question your sanity because you donât have someone to consult about this issue. You were on your own.
Did you consult specialists or scientists about this issue? No, you did not because they would not take you seriously because why would you care about a creature that wreaks havoc on civilization if it gets the chance?
After the fifth day of being in Sumeru (and nursing the poor floating anemo fungus back to health), you wake up feeling horrendous. Your head is pounding, one nostril is stuffed while the other is runny, your entire body feels incredibly hot, and your throat feels swollen. Dear Barbatos, is it possible that the floating anemo fungus passed its sickness onto you? Despite feeling like a mitachurl has whacked you with its wooden shield, you continue to push on and finish the commission. After all, you do have to meet with your customer in Sumeru City in a few hours.
Standing at the site, you put the finishing touches on the painting while trying to act like youâre fine and healthy. The floating anemo fungus hangs out beside you, happily floating while looking as healthy as ever.Â
âAnd weâre done!â You sigh in relief, clearing your throat and putting your paintbrush on the palette.Â
You take a step back and admire your now-completed artwork. The floating anemo fungus squeaks with joy and twirls around. You gently pet the creature, watching it nuzzle into the palm of your hand. Just when you assumed you were going to spend time in Sumeru alone, a (formerly) sickly little fungus ended up keeping you company.
You smile and pet the floating anemo fungus, âThank you for keeping me company, little guy.â
The floating anemo fungus squeaks with joy, nuzzling its face against yours as if itâs thanking you for nursing it back to health. As much as youâre hesitant to release the floating anemo fungus back into the wild, you have no other choice but to do so. You watch the floating anemo fungus slowly disappear off into the wild, your heart feeling heavy after realizing that youâre now alone.
You muster up the strength and start packing your things to return to the house you rented. At least you finally completed the commission and can relax in Sumeru before going to your next destination. However, youâre not sure when you can set off on your next journey due to your sickness.
After dropping your items off at your temporary home, you set off to Sumeru City to meet with your customer. The city is bustling, and the smell of delicious Sumeru dishes wafts in the air, making your stomach rumble with hunger.Â
A voice brings you out of your thoughts, âAh! Miss Renowned Artist!âÂ
You turn to see your customer waltzing towards you with guests behind themâ their business partners, you presume? The customerâs eyes light up with excitement upon laying their eyes on the large canvas in your hands.Â
âYou have completed my commission, I see!â The customer states, standing before you with an expectant gaze.Â
You smile, nodding. âYes! I have completed your commission! Please let me know your thoughts on it!â You say, turning the canvas around for the customer to see.Â
The customer, their business partners, and citizens of Sumeru passing by gasped in awe. The painting looked beautiful and breathtakingânot only breathtaking but very vivid. People around you started whispering and pointing at the painting. Some even pulled their Cameras out to snap a picture of you and the painting.
The customer places their right hand over their heart while covering their mouth with the other, âMiss [Y/N], this art piece is absolutely beautiful! You really outdone yourself!â The customer praises, eyes gleaming with joy. âIs it too soon to commission you again?â The customer giggles.
The people around you two chuckle as they continue to admire the painting in the customerâs hand. After a few minutes of admiring the painting, the customer pays you a handsome amount of Mora before walking off with their business partners. You place the bag of Mora in your travel-sized bag before walking to the nearest bench in Sumeru City, sighing. Archons above, you feel so exhausted, and you have a long way back to your rented house on the outskirts of the city. You donât know how much longer you can handle this.Â
â[Y/N]! Is that you!?â A high-pitched voice pulls you out of your inner turmoil.
You look up to see Aether and Paimon approach you. The white-haired floating girl waves her hands at you ecstatically while barreling in your direction. Before she can smack you in the face with her entire body, Aether quickly grabs her by her clothes and holds her backâ Paimon squirms in Aetherâs hands, huffing and protesting.
Aether shakes his head, smiling at you apologetically. âSorry, [Y/N]. Paimonâs just excited to see you again after not seeing you in months.â
You smile at Aether and Paimon, standing up from the bench while dusting your clothes off. âThereâs no need to apologize, Aether! Iâm happy to see you both again!â You say, ignoring the shivers going down your spine.
Aether releases Paimon, and she immediately hugs your face, resting her cheek on your head while petting your hair happily. âItâs good to see you again, [Y/N]! Howâs the life of being a traveling artist?â
You laugh and pat the top of her head, watching Aether pull Paimon off you with another apologetic smile. âItâs great! I get to do what I love: travel the world, paint, and draw. I get to visit Liyue and Fontaine much longer compared to when I was still working at my previous job.â
You start to recount your traveling experiences as a traveling artist to Aether and Paimon. You tell them about your commissions, answer their questions regarding your career as a traveling artist, and more. While the three of you are catching up, a huge wave of dizziness hits you like a mitachurl. You clutch your head and close your eyes, your body breaking into cold sweat as you shiver under the warm sunlight. Aether places his hand on your shoulders, steadying you.Â
Paimon hovers in front of you, looking at you worriedly. âAre you okay, [Y/N]? Paimonâs worried about you.â
You crack your eyes open and smile at her. âIâm not feeling well, actually,â you reply. You tell Aether and Paimon the gist of what caused you to fall ill ever since you step foot into Sumeru: a sickly floating anemo fungus coming to you for help, you putting your customerâs commission to the side to nurse the fungus back to health, and here you are. Sick. The sickness isnât anything deadly (you hope), but youâre in desperate need of rest, or else you will collapse, and the trip to Sumeru will last longer than you planned.Â
Paimon tugs on your shirt, ushering you to stand up. âWe gotta take you back to your rented house! You need to rest!â
Aether wraps his arms around your waist and has you wrap your arm around his shoulders as he walks you out of Sumeru City. Your legs feel like jelly, making it nearly impossible for you to take more than twenty steps. Aether ends up giving you a piggyback ride back to the house you rented in Gandharva Ville, with Paimon occasionally making sure youâre still alive and breathing.
One minute, youâre on Aetherâs back, being carried back to your rental house; the next, you find yourself lying on the bed with Paimon and Aetherâs face hovering over yours. The two stare down at you worriedly, wondering whatâs the next step.
Paimon snaps her fingers when an idea pops into her head. âWe should contact Mister Zhongli and Monsieur Neuvillette to inform them of their loverâs ailment!â
Before Aether can do that, you sit up and quickly grab Aetherâs wrist, startling both outlanders. You shake your head, looking at them pleadingly. Neuvillette and Zhongli cannot see you like this! Sure, you never hide things from the two people you hold near and dear to your heart, but you donât want them to worry about you! Besides, itâs not like youâre dying! What you have is most likely a minor cold and should pass within a few days. Right?
Aether lets out a shaky sigh, gently pushing you back to lie on the bed. âOkay, okay! I wonât tell Mister Zhongli and Monsieur Neuvillette about your sickness.â
You sigh in relief, feeling the tension leaving your body after hearing Aetherâs promise not to tell Neuvillette and Zhongli about your situation. Despite never hiding anything from the two men you care deeply about, this is the only time you will hide something from them. Not because you donât trust them but because you donât want them to see this as an opportunity to pull you away from this career path. While they may not do that, youâre worried theyâre going to try to coax you out of this career. Aether and Paimon exit the room after tucking you into bed; they close the door and trade looks.
âWe are going to tell Mister Zhongli and Monsieur Neuvillette about this, right? We canât hide this from them!â Paimon loudly whispers.
Aether runs his hands through his hair, shrugging. âI guess weâll try to nurse [Y/N] back to health ourselves and see from there. If they donât improve within two days, weâll have to inform both of them about [Y/N]âs situation.â
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A day has passed, and there arenât any signs that you are getting better. In fact, it seems like you have gotten worse than the day before. Your temperature is worse than before; youâre barely eating, barely awake, and sweating through your clothes, but your hands feel ice cold. Paimon flies to your bed and switches out the wet rag on your forehead with another cold, damp towel. You shudder in your sleep, sighing with contentment when the cool rag touches your scorching hot forehead.
âHow is she doing?â Aether asks, peeking into the room.
Paimon shakes her head, her shoulders slumping. âIf her illness persists, weâre going to have to take her to see a doctor.â
Thunder cracks outside, startling both Aether and Paimon. Aether peeks from behind the curtains to see rain pouring down outside. If it rained any harder, Sumeru might as well be underwater. Great. Even if Aether were to take you to the doctor, thereâs no way he would be able to get you there without you getting soaked.
The rain will worsen your illness, and who knows what will happen? The thunder cracking in the distance and the pouring rain are loud enough to drown out Aether and Paimonâs racing thoughts, but itâs not loud enough to drown out the sound of panicked knocks at the front door of the rental house.Â
Aether and Paimon freeze, looking over in your direction. You barely react to the sounds around youâ too exhausted and ill to have the energy to react. Paimon nudges Aether towards the door, gesturing to Aether to check to see whoâs at the door knocking like a madman. Aether puts on a brave face and marches toward the front door.Â
The knocking persists, and there seems to be another person assisting the person who knocked the first time. Great, more than one person to deal with! Itâs not the person who rented the house out to you, is it? Archons, Aether sure hope it isnât. Aether grabs the door handle and swings the door open to face the guests head-on.Â
Aether clears his throat, âCan I help youâ Oh, Archons.â Aether feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.
âWhere is she?â Neuvillette demands, glaring down at Aether as raindrops pelt him.
Zhongli doesnât look too pleased either, soaked to the bone. Aether gulps and takes a step back to let Zhongli and Neuvillette enter the rental house. How the hell did Neuvillette and Zhongli find this place? He and Paimon certainly didnât inform the two refined men of your situation, so why are they here?Â
Aether closes the door after Zhongli and Neuvillette step into the house. Aether clears his throat, watching the two men wring their clothes, creating a puddle beneath their feet. Aside from the cracking thunder and raindrops viciously pitter-patter on the roof, all Aether can hear is his heart drumming in his ears.Â
âAether? Whoâs at the door?â Paimon calls out.
Aether, Neuvillette, and Zhongli turn to where Paimonâs voice comes from, only to see the white-haired girl floating out of a bedroom. Paimon shrieks upon laying her eyes on two draconic men standing at the entrance of the wooden house.Â
Zhongli sighs, brushing his wet bangs from his forehead and crossing his arms over his chest. âItâs a pleasure to see you two again under this unpleasant circumstance,â Zhongli says, giving Aether and Paimon a fake smile.
Paimon floats over to where the three men are standing and scratches the back of her head. Paimon doesnât remember informing anyone of your situation, nor does she remember if Aether informed the two intimidating men anything regarding your ailment. The floating girl looks at Aether, only to see him shrug his shoulders in response to her questioning stare.
Neuvilletteâs eyes scan the quaint house and clear his throat. âApologies for showing up unannounced and uninvited. However, Deus Auri and I had a bad feeling, and we had to show up,â Neuvillette said, adjusting his cravat.
âThat doesnât explain how you two are able to find the house [Y/N] rented out in Gandharva Ville,â Aether states, crossing his arms over his chest.
Zhongli and Neuvillette stare at Aether, not saying a word. The silence in the house is nearly unsettling but not as unsettling as the thunder continuously getting louder. Aether and Paimon are well aware that any form of precipitation ties to the Iudexâs emotions. The traveling duo isnât sure if they should lead the two draconic men to where youâre sleeping or try to lie to the men that they got the wrong house and that you left for Natlan yesterday.
The deafening silence is broken by the sound of glass shattering in the next room. Everyone in the room freezes for a moment before running towards where the sound comes from. Neuvillette pushes the door open to see a glass pitcher in shards, and beside the pile of glass shards is you, lying on the ground, unconscious. Paimon shrieks, flying towards your unconscious body; she kneels beside your head and gently shakes you.Â
Aether loudly whispers, âPaimon, let them get through.â
Paimonâs bottom lip quivers as she backs away from your unconscious body, watching Neuvillette and Zhongli kneel over you. Aether and Paimon quietly leave the room, knowing their presence will not be needed as of now. Neuvillette pulls you into his arms and cradles you, caressing your head while watching Zhongli clean the mess.
You let out a weak cough, body shivering when the cool air of the house fans your skin. Your skin is hot enough for Neuvillette to feel it through his coat. The storm outside worsens as he carries you to the bed, tucking you in. Zhongli pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering what to do next.Â
Neuvillette continues to stare at you, assessing you from head to toe. âYou briefly mentioned Doctor Baizhu while we were on our way to this rental house. Is there a way for you to get in contact with Doctor Baizhu regarding [Y/N]âs situation?â
Zhongli nods, now standing beside the Iudex. âDoctor Baizhu is enroute. He should be here very soon.â
Zhongli removes his gloves and places his hand over your forehead, letting out a long exhale. He slowly removes his hands from your forehead and glances at the discarded rag on the wooden nightstand. Zhongli excuses himself and leaves your and Neuvilletteâs side for a moment before returning with a cool, wet rag. Zhongli brushes your hair to the side and places the rag on your forehead. The two men can see you visibly relax and sigh with contentment.
Neuvillette looks at Zhongli after the Liyuen man places his hand on Neuvilletteâs shoulders. â[Y/N] is a strong woman. Sheâll be okay. If [Y/N] can scare a mitachurl away, she can fight this illness.â Zhongli winces internally. Perhaps thatâs not the best pep talk, but heâs trying his best to quell Neuvilletteâs worries.
Neuvillette places his hand over Zhongliâs hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. â[Y/N] is something else. I just hope this illness passes by without causing any damage,â Neuvillette murmurs.
About an hour later, Doctor Baizhu arrives with his little helper, Qiqi. Neuvillette and Zhongli stand to the side to let the green-haired doctor treat you. Doctor Baizhu rouses you from your sleep for a check-up and medication. Qiqi sits beside you, letting you lean against her as the green-haired Doctor checks your vitals.
After your checkup, Doctor Baizhu hands Zhongli a bottle of medication. âMake sure [Y/N] takes her medications every six hours. Do not let her take it on an empty stomach, as it may cause nausea. I do not recommend traveling while in such conditions; she can start traveling within a week as long as her illness subsides.â
Neuvillette raises his hand. âIf you donât mind me asking, Doctor Baizhu, do you know when [Y/N] will regain consciousness?â
Doctor Baizhu pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and strokes his chin. âThat, I do not know. I want you to remember, Mister Neuvillette, that [Y/N]âs symptoms are quite severe. She needs all of the rest she can get.â
If Neuvillette had ears, they would be drooping. Zhongli squeezes Neuvilletteâs hands, giving him a reassuring smile. Qiqi waddles up to the two men, handing them a piece of paper. Zhongli blinks and unfolds the paper to see a list of items youâre allowed and not allowed to eat.Â
Qiqi returns to your side and gently pats your head, saying, âGet well soon, [Y/N].â
Doctor Baizhu and Qiqi bid the two men farewell before exiting the rental house. Doctor Baizhu and Qiqi stop in their tracks. The green-haired Doctor chuckles and looks at Zhongli and Neuvillette, who look at them quizzically.Â
âIt looks like [Y/N] has a visitor,â Doctor Baizhu gestures to the floating anemo fungus.
The floating anemo fungus nervously floats towards Zhongli and Neuvillette, drenched in the rain. Zhongli and Neuvillette canât tell whether the floating anemo fungus is shivering due to being soaked or because they intimidate the creature.Â
After bidding Doctor Baizhu and Qiqi goodbye, Neuvillette and Zhongli close the front door. The shivering floating anemo fungus squeaks, looking at Zhongli and Neuvillette. Zhongli and Neuvillette return to your room with the floating anemo fungus close behind. When they open the door, the floating anemo fungus makes its way to your bed.Â
It squeaks, gently nudging at your face. Zhongli steps forward, ready to snatch the floating anemo fungus away from you to prevent it from disturbing your very much-needed sleep, but Neuvillette stops Zhongli. The (now dry) floating anemo fungus makes its way under the blanket to snuggle up against you, providing comfort. Just when Zhongli and Neuvillette assume theyâre going to be the ones to snuggle you as you sleep, a floating anemo fungus decides to take their spot instead.
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The very next day, you wake up to be sandwiched between Zhongli and Neuvillette with the floating anemo fungus you nursed back to health lying on your chest. While youâre still sick, you are feeling much better compared to the day before. However, that doesnât stop Zhongli and Neuvillette from being your temporary caretakers.
âDearest, you must drink this ginger tea. Itâll soothe your sore throat,â Zhongli says, placing the cup of hot ginger tea in front of you.
You scrunch your face, hesitant to drink the tea Zhongli brewed for you. Itâs not like you donât appreciate Zhongli brewing tea for your sore throat! Itâs the taste that you canât handle! You have tried ginger tea in the past (yes, also brewed by Zhongli), and it ended up not being your cup of tea.Â
âI donât like the tasteâŠâ You mumble, hugging the floating anemo fungus to your chest.
Neuvillette sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed. âWould you like to drink warm water instead?â
Your eyes light up, immediately agreeing to drink warm water over ginger tea. Zhongli sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You give Zhongli a sympathetic look and then at Neuvillette, who tucks your hair behind your ears.Â
âIâll drink both the warm water and ginger tea if itâll make you two feel better,â you suggest.
Neuvillette shakes his head, âNo, no. If you prefer to drink warm water to soothe your sore throat, then that is what you will be drinking. Do not force yourself to drink something you canât stomach.â
Zhongli sighs in defeat. âAlright, if that is what you wish, I will make Bamboo Shoot Soup for you to eat.â
Neuvillette looks at Zhongli, confused. Before Zhongli can leave the room, Neuvillette gets up from the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Zhongli raises his eyebrows at Neuvillette, who approaches him. You and the floating anemo fungus awkwardly sit there, watching Neuvillete and Zhongli have a stare-down. Theyâre not going to start arguing with each other, are they? Youâre not in the mood to deal with any quarrels.
âI was going to make Consomme Purete for her to eat,â Neuvillette mutters to Zhongli.
Zhongli raises an eyebrow at the Chief Justice of Fontaine. âOh? Sheâs going to be drinking warm water, as you have suggested. [Y/N] loves my signature dish, and I believe the soup will fill her stomach and give her plenty of nutrients.â
Neuvillette frowns. âAre you implying my Consomme Purete lacks nutrients and wonât fill her stomach?â Neuvillette props his hands on his hips.
Oh, dear Archons.Â
âNeuvillette, that is not what Iâm implying.â
âOh, really? Then what are you implying then?â
Zhongli hands the paper over to Neuvillette. âIâm following Doctor Baizhu and Miss Qiqiâs orders. Miss Qiqi specifically said to feed [Y/N] food with plenty of nutrients.â
Neuvillette takes the paper but doesnât read it. âYou are still implying that my Consomme Purete doesnât contain enough nutrients for her to eat.â
âDear Archons.â Zhongli sighs, rubbing his temples.
You cough to grab their attention, only to cough up phlegm, nearly choking on it. Neuvillette and Zhongli are by your side almost immediately, making sure youâre okay and not choking on the phlegm.Â
You slump in your spot and hug the floating anemo fungus to your chest, sighing. âI will eat both the Bamboo Shoot Soup and Consomme Purete. I havenât been eating well, and I believe both of your dishes will not only fill up my appetite but also provide me with copious amounts of nutrients.â
Thankfully, that is something both Zhongli and Neuvillette end up agreeing on. You managed to finish the Bamboo Shoot Soup and Consomme Purete, making both your lovers proud and relieved. Zhongli makes sure you take your medication, and Neuvillette provides more warm water to drink with your medication. Your stomach didnât churn when you took the medication, thankfully.Â
By the time itâs nightfall, both Zhongli and Neuvillette are in their dragon forms, taking up all the space on the bed. Zhongli and Neuvillette are curled into a half circle with you between them. You close your eyes and rest your head on Zhongliâs body, feeling Zhongli and Neuvillette curling and wrapping around you.Â
As you slowly doze off, you hug the floating anemo fungus tightly while Zhongli and Neuvillette each take turns pressing their nose against your headâ kissing your head but in their dragon forms.
âThank you three for being here.â You whisper, shivering.
Neuvillette flicks his tail, draping the blanket over your and their bodies before resting his head beside Zhongli. Zhongli and Neuvillette close their eyes, drifting off to the sound of your quiet snores.
Note: I had this commission delayed due to being busy with my university and other things happening in my life. I actually like how this fic turned out! While I was on hiatus, I had this mental drawing board for this commission and have changed a lot of things in this fic. I'm happy with the outcome of the fic itself. Tama/Kacie, if you see this, I hope you love this fic as much as I loved typing it out :) Anyway, To all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!
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luke x daughter of aphrodite!! maybe a super cute fluff where they help luke show percy around and just their experience with percy!
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stop this prompt is soo cute ! thanks for sending it in <3
"You okay?" Luke asked the newest camper in his cabin.
"Super."
"We all have them, you know." Luke clicked his tongue. "Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else."
"So are you also... Do you not know who your..." the blonde boy began to ask.
"Am I unclaimed?" Luke shook his head. "No, Hermes is my father. That doesn't matter though, we're all on the same team here."
"Why is it okay they ignore some of us?"
"Spend too much time figuring out what the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy. Sooner you can stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer."
"And what's that?"
Luke smiled, guiding Percy out the door to show him the rest of camp.
The two boys ran into Clarisse and the Ares kids first. Luke explained to Percy that the Ares kids were always confrontational and brutally honest, but he had nothing to worry about, as long as he was around.
"Come on, let's go figure out what you're good at."
After crossing off archery and metalworking, and dodging several near death experiences, they sat down for lunch.
"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy sighed.
"We're gonna find the thing you're good at, I know it," Luke reassured him. "We should try-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Luke's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face, causing Percy to turn around.
A girl came over to Luke's side of the table and kissed the top of his head. "Hi, love."
Luke beamed, turning toward Percy. "Y/N, this is Percy, I'm giving him the tour. Percy, Y/N. She's in Aphrodite."
That much he could tell, Percy thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
"Ah, bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked him.
Percy looked confused, only recognizing the first part of the sentence. "Uhhh... hello?"
Y/N smiled softly, "Guess he's not in Aphrodite then. Any luck finding out your skill, Percy?"
"No, unforunately," Percy grumbled.
"Aw, don't worry. Soon enough you'll be like Luke here," she had moved to sit in his lap by now, one of his arms curled around her waist. "Did you know he's the best swordsman at camp?"
She looked at Luke proudly, Percy swore he saw hearts instead of pupils in her eyes.
"I think it's come up once or twice," Percy responded.
The Aphrodite girl smiled again, "Have you shown Percy the lake yet?" she asked Luke.
"No, not yet. Do you want to come with us?"
"You mean, do I want to show him the place where we met? Is that even a question?"
The trio finished up their food and headed back outside. Y/N led the way, her presence enough to clear a path in the group of campers idling outside. Luke and Percy followed a few feet behind her.
"So... how long have you two been...?" Percy asked shyly.
"Three years. Since we were 16," Luke responded. Though Percy had only known Luke for about a day at this point, he couldn't help but notice how Luke's entire demeanor had changed since Y/N's arrival.
"Oh, wow. That's a long time."
"I got really lucky."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I got here, I had nobody. I mean, there was Annabeth and Thalia, but they're like my sisters. Y/N was the one that showed me what love is."
"Is that what you meant earlier? About enjoying what this place has to offer?"
He smiled. "You might be surprised, Percy."
"Are you boys coming or not?" Y/N called back toward them.
"Yes, ma'am!" Luke yelled back, jogging up to where she was. They were almost at the lake by then.
"So, Percy, anyone at camp catch your eye yet?" Y/N asked, her hand wrapped around Luke's arm.
"Babe, he just got here." Luke said.
"So? I knew I liked you the second we met."
Luke blushed, caught off guard by her sincerity. That was one thing he wasn't sure he would ever get over, her ability to express her emotions so unabashedly. It was something he still struggled with from time to time, but for her, he would let down all of his walls.
"I wouldn't say I have a crush on her or anything- she kinda just scares me but she did catch my attention," Percy interrupted Luke's thoughts.
"What's her name?" Y/N asked.
"Annabeth, I think."
Y/N nodded knowingly, looking over at Luke. "Well, I guess we'll just see if anything special blooms there. Anyway, we're here!"
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon now, painting the sky in beautiful hues of purple and pink. A gentle breeze accompanied the three as they sat down by the water.
Y/N leaned against Luke's body, savoring the warmth he offered. He absent-mindedly twirled a piece of her hair.
"Three years ago, I was sitting right here, when I saw someone a few feet away from me. He was throwing rocks into the lake and disturbing my peace," Y/N began. "When I looked over to see who it was-"
"You saw the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on," Luke cut in.
"Hey!" Y/N playfulled smacked his shoulder. "I know you've heard this story one hundred times but Percy hasn't yet."
"Yeah, I haven't yet!" Percy backed her up.
The two older campers laughed. "Thank you, Percy. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I saw this boy with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes, and I thought that's him. He's the one. This was before I was claimed by Aphrodite, but I just had a feeling, you know?"
Percy nodded, even though he wasn't sure he had experienced that feeling yet.
"But anyway, this boy looked kind of sad, so I decided to sit next to him."
"I think that's why he was throwing rocks into the water," Percy broke in.
Y/N giggled and Luke nudged her shoulder to continue.
"You're right, Percy, I had the same thought. When I sat next to him, I sensed that he was annoyed."
"Okay, love, let me finish from here." Luke softly kissed her shoulder and she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
"I wasn't annoyed-" he clarified. "At least, not at you. I had just been claimed by my father, but I was still frustrated with the whole idea of gods having children and just ignoring them. Then, this angel sat next to me and for the first time, I felt seen."
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, her face full of nothing but admiration. No matter how many times she heard this part of the story, she still couldn't believe how she got quite so lucky.
"Percy, our parents may never redeem themselves for their wrongdoings, but I thank the gods every day they sent me Y/N." With that, Luke gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.
"Hello! As lovely as this story is, still a minor here!" Percy waved his hand in front of their faces enthusiastically, causing all three of them to burst into laughter.
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Perfectly Pathetic
synopsis: when you take an interest in the new girl, regina takes an interest in you
pairing: regina george x plastics!fem!reader
words: 4.6k+
A/N - in the nicest of ways, please DO NOT read this if you don't want to read about toxic relationships. you have been warned. I don't want a repeat of last time. also we need more fics where regina is actually mean so
WARNINGS - swearing, alcohol use, general toxicity, toxic relationships and bullying/vague reference to weight
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the clash of plastic trays and idle chatter brought alive the fragile student body of North Shore High School. on the outside this may seem like any other lunch room but inside it was a carefully crafted game of chess. every move was calculated. each person has their place and if you stray too far you're at risk. you're sat next to Gretchen Weiners. known for big hair and keeping secrets, she knows everything about everyone. opposite her is Karen Shetty. she... tries her best and looks adorable doing it. a ray of sunshine if you get to know her. and before you sits the most beautiful woman you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Regina George. effortlessly perfect but needlessly cruel. she was the most popular person in school and one of your best friends.
perfectly manicured nails stab into the skin of your cheek as your head is yanked in her direction. razor-sharp eyes stare back. "are you even listening?" the answer was no but you didn't want to say that. "what are you staring at?"
a flash of blonde as she looks behind her. you push against her grip to look too. across the room sat Janis 'imi'ike and Damian Hubbard. you hardly ever spoke to them but you were lab partners with Damian. he was funny. today, however, there was a new addition with strawberry blonde hair, a blue checkered shirt and brown pants. you knew everyone at this school to some degree. a curse of popularity. but you had never seen her before. "seems they've got themselves a new friend"
"who cares," her nails dig a little deeper drawing a pained expression as she pulls your head back to face her. She holds your gaze for a moment. a silent challenge. before fingertips glide across your cheek and she goes back to leading the conversation across the table. you pick at the food on the tray with a fork but you can't help but be intrigued. North Shore was boring and predictable. a direct result of being under Regina's control. but this girl was new and you couldn't help but be drawn to that. to the unknown. to the possibility. three pairs of eyes as you push up from the table and march across the room.
"I haven't seen you around here before." was all you could think to say as you approached the end of the table. Janis and Damian share a look before settling on... confusion. You weren't ever particularly mean to others but you were guilty by association. people mess with you. they mess with Regina.
"oh," by the look on her face, she already knew who you were or at the very least your friends. "it's my first day."
"Where did you transfer from?"
"uh... Kenya," she seems unsure. you put it down to nerves.
"you sure about that?" a curious raise of your brow. "'cause you don't sound-"
"we're leaving" stated firmly as three girls breeze past. the blonde leads the way. the other two are just a step behind.
"so what made you move all the way here from Kenya?"
"my mom got a new job."
"couldn't find one-"
the sound of your name echoes through the room bringing the world to a stop. a weird silence settles over the room. "come. now." growled through gritted teeth and paired with snapping fingers. you were being summoned like a naughty dog ignoring their owner. a sigh as all eyes fall to you. waiting to see what you'd do but make no mistake, they already knew the answer.
"I'll see you around." a flash of a smile before you scamper after Regina.
"so your ears do work." is all the girl says as she shoves you through the door. you bite back any comment because that was how this worked. you may be top of the food chain to everyone else but Regina led the pack.
as the final bell for the day rings, you're shoving things in your locker when you spot the new girl. she seems to be struggling to even open it. you watch her for a moment. a smirk settling. this was another chance to talk and this time Regina couldn't demand your presence. "need some help?" it seemed to take her by surprise as a handful of papers drifted to the floor. a small chuckle, you reach down to collect her work and hand it back. "how's your first day going?"
she shrugs, taking the papers. "it's alright."
"anyone giving you any trouble?" you ask, falling to lean against the lockers. people around here were not nice and took every chance to show it. some more than others. She shakes her head. "you sure? if anyone does anything, I can sort them out." you give her a knowing look and she offers a sort of amused smile. "so you do know how to smile, it's cute. are you gonna tell me your name or am I gonna have to guess?"
"it's cady. Cady heron."
"well, cady heron. the trick to these," you tap her locker door with your knuckle. "is to push in and pull up before trying to open it. annoying, I know but they're old." you watch her try again and this time it swings open. "see."
"Thanks." you linger as they shove some of their stuff inside. you notice a few stray stickers on the locker opposite.
"no problem." you push up from the metal. "I can show you all types of tricks to get through this hellscape if you want?" she shuts her locker and you both start walking towards the exit. "number one tip, avoid Regina."
"Isn't she your friend?"
"yeah," you nod. "that's why I said it. She can be... a lot. surely Janis told you that."
Cady looks at you for a long moment. "something like that." you let out a chuckle. Janis probably told her what a massive bitch Regina was. they had a less than favourable history.
"I should go. I'll see you around Cady Heron." as you both go your separate ways, you can't help but glance at her as she walks away.
having a study period just before lunch was both an absolutely ridiculous idea and the best thing to happen to your schedule. it basically guaranteed you didn't do any work whatsoever and felt more like a two-hour lunch period. seems you shared it with the new girl because she was sitting at a table scribbling in a book alongside Janis who was doing her normal embroidery or whatever.
"if it isn't Cady Heron," you comment, taking a seat on the bench. her face brightens at the sight.
"where's the rest of the coven?" Janis asks, not even bothering to look up from her work. "wait- don't tell me, a house fell on them."
"you're so funny Janis," an exaggerated sarcastic laugh.
"I think I can hear children singing... ding... dong the witch-"
"So Cady, how are you enjoying north shore?" you interrupt loudly and the 'song' trails off.
"It's fine."
"you don't talk much huh?"
her mouth opens but falls silent as Gretchen approaches the end of the table. she shoots you a less than favourable look. your brow furrows a little.
"Can I talk to you," pitch a little too high to say no.
"Sure," a shrug. you look at her for a long moment waiting for her to continue.
"in private," Gretchen urges. with a roll of your eyes, you stand up. flashing a smile at Cady, Gretchen grabs your hand and drags you away before you can say anything.
"what are you doing?" whisper yelled at you.
"I was just talking." god this girl was dramatic. you take your usual spot. she sits opposite.
"to the art freaks?"
"dude, it's fine."
"no it's not." she urges quickly, shaking her head "You know how Regina gets."
"Regina isn't here?" and she wouldn't be until lunch. only you and Gretchen share this free period. usually, you spend it listening to her gossip about people. she could not keep a secret to save her life at least not when it came to anyone outside of you and your friends; even then it's dicey. fun for you though.
"All I'm saying is you need to be careful,"
"don't worry. I was only interested in the new girl."
"that's worse," you just roll your eyes. "Regina doesn't like her."
"Regina doesn't even know her," you argue. "none of us do. she's been here like a week."
Gretchen thinks the idea of even wanting to talk to Cady is blasphemy. that it's better to avoid her but you think she's overreacting. Cady hadn't established herself at this school yet. right now she is with Janis but tomorrow who knows? she could be cool. it's a matter of perspective.
a pretty perfect smile does little to distract from playful eyes as you approach her jeep. the blonde is in the driver's seat. one hand rested over the steering wheel. the other typing something on her phone. She had sent a message telling you to hurry up but on arrival, neither Karen nor Gretchen were even here yet. you toss your bag in the back, climbing into your usual spot behind the driver's seat. Karen is usually next to you. "sit in the front, weirdo," she comments. you don't bother with a comeback, just moving to the front passenger seat.
"Where are the others?" you ask, glancing at her. the soft glow of the afternoon sun kissed her skin beautifully. black shades hang on the end of her nose. She really was something to be admired. Regina shrugs and then tosses her phone down. the car roars to life and you're starting down the road before you can think any more about it. it's pretty silent at first. the sound of the radio filling the space. the lack of your two other friends acting as a buffer was sitting weirdly. this wasn't your first time alone with Regina but she's been so grumpy lately. whatever you say feels like an invitation.
"so you like the new girl?" asked casually as she came to an abrupt stop at a red light. you just forward, the seatbelt digging into your neck. it drags up a quick cough but that could also be from surprise. other than that first interaction where she'd summoned you from across the room, you had never spoken to Cady when she was around. Gretchen may be dramatic but she probably wasn't wrong and you really didn't feel like risking it.
"Sorry?" feign confusion was... a choice but it seemed like the better option here.
"you like the new girl," repeated calmly; her eyes drift to you as yours move towards the traffic light. was this the longest red light in history? "right?"
now it's your turn to shrug. you find Cady intriguing but you're not entirely sure if it's interested in the way Regina is implying or just because you were so bored of the every day. "she's cool." a scoff as she pulls away continuing down the road. "you've hardly spoken to her."
"don't need to," Regina didn't miss a beat. Cady definitely didn't fit into what she'd consider cool but then again, neither had you. not entirely anyway and now you're here. you hang out with the most popular people in school. went to the hottest parties. you were currently being driven around by the Regina George. you never understood why or maybe you did and just refused to accept it was that simple. you know what everyone else says. that it's because of the attention you show her. you wouldn't necessarily say they're wrong but everyone gave her attention. She did always say there was something special about you. "I thought you at least had standards."
the rest of the car ride is silent as you think over what she said and Regina keeps to herself. the music is the only thing, keeping you sane until you pull up at the George residence. you always forget just how big her house is until you're there. As you walk inside, her mum appears abruptly startling you a little.
"hey, ms. George."
"hey girls," she singsonged. "how was school?"
"fine," Regina shoots back.
"well if you need anything? a drink? some snacks? advice? I'm here,"
"I'd actually love an iced-"
"we're good," growled as she grabbed your wrist hauling you up the stairs. "don't bother us." a confused look but she didn't let go until you were firmly inside her bedroom. door slammed shut. the blonde tosses her bag down.
"you should really be nicer to your mom, she adores you," you say idly taking a seat on the end of her bed, placing your bag down.
"you should shut up because it's none of your fucking business."
jesus christ. you kinda regret the decision to come over. "I just wanted an iced tea. maybe a little snack."
"god knows you don't need it," Regina comments. wow. okay. she was in a mood.
"what's up with you?"
"I'm fine," she responds. "you're just being so fucking annoying recently."
"I haven't done anything?" you've not been acting any differently so you have no clue what she's talking about.
"just absolutely drooling over the new girl. it's embarrassing." she declares, taking a seat on the bed.
"I..." you stop yourself because you're more confused than anything else. "we've spoken like once."
"liar" she responds. "I know you've been talking all the time," fucking Gretchen. "do you think she's pretty?"
"Cady?" Regina nods. you shrug. "I guess."
"prettier than me?" her head tilts. you can't tell if she was jealous or fishing for compliments; neither was her style. so it was probably a trap.
"no." you wanna say she's being dramatic but that wouldn't end well. She doesn't say anything, hardly even reacts. just cold eyes. Is she expecting you to say more? "of course not." you're waiting for the ball to drop. for her to make a snide comment or something. anything was better than nothing. but it just never comes. she takes out her phone and starts typing. you fall back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. you both just sit in the quiet. you're worried about saying anything that'll lead to more insults. god knows what she is doing on her phone.
"you're so pathetic." Regina eventually says. you'd take offence if you weren't used to it; basically a term of endearment at this point. you can hear her moving but don't bother looking until she's towering over you. dark eyes and a small smile that would seem genuine coming from anyone else. a hand cups your cheek but no nails follow; it's gentle and slow as she runs her thumb over your skin. what was happening right now? "do you ever think about me?" you blink a few times trying to make sense of everything. why was she being so nice? why was she being so gentle? why did she ask that?
"what do you mean?"
a roll of her pretty eyes. "you know what I mean." you did but surely not.
"I... don't know what to say."
"Because I think about you," your breathing hitches as you sit up. looking at her properly. "those pretty eyes," she moves closer. "these lips," her thumb runs over your bottom lip. you swallow hard. "do you wanna kiss me?" you just stare back. a smirk as she ghosts your lips.
"say you wanna kiss me." this felt cruel. you lean in and she pulls back slightly. a finger pressed against your lips. her expression is colder now. sharp. "say it."
"I... wanna kiss you," you dare and that smirk quickly returns. removing her finger, Regina leans in and connects your lips. it's soft and slow. not at all like you imagined kissing Regina George would feel like... until the girl pushes into you and it's exactly like you imagined. fast. forceful. like she wanted to devour you. A hand pushes you back against her massive bed and she moves to straddle your hips. your heart is beating so loudly you wouldn't be surprised if she could hear it.
"still thinking about the new girl?"
"I never-" You feel her press a little harder against your chest so you change your answer. "no." Regina tosses her hair over one shoulder, and a finger under your chin pushes your head up.
"I don't think you should talk to her anymore," Regina states before leaning down to connect your lips once more. "understood?"
you're too caught up in the moment to really gauge how serious she was being so you nod. "good girl." whispered against your lips.
Regina George had always been a lot. She always demanded attention and you often gave her it. you weren't ashamed of that. She knew you'd do anything for her. As did most of the school.
"Hey," Cady suddenly appears beside you in the hallway. she seems a lot more relaxed around you which was nice to see. however, you have not spoken to them since that weird night with Regina. She wouldn't like it. plus Gretchen would probably snitch on you immediately. "so we should probably figure out a time to work on our project." you've been paired up for an assignment in American literature.
"We can do it today after school if you want?" she nods. "I'll meet you out front."
"hey Cady," Karen slides up beside you on the other side, instantly looping your arms. ever the pleasant company. you wonder if she just wanted to see you or get you away from Cady. probably the former.
"I'll see you later," you say to the new girl before turning to your friend. "what do you want?"
"you're coming to Connor's party Saturday?"
"Obviously,"
"I have the perfect-"
"no," you respond instantly. you loved Karen. she was genuinely the sweetest person you know. but at every party, she tries to give you a Karen Shetty special aka a makeover. and every single time you have to say no.
"but I have the perfect outfit for you."
"is it actually perfect for me or just slutty."
"Both," Karen states excitedly. "please," pleading eyes as she draws you closer, hugging your arm. "please please please."
a loud groan. "fine."
"Really?" her eyes light up and circulation quickly returns to your arm. you nod at her which leads to excited clapping. maybe it wouldn't be so bad. maybe it was the perfect outfit for you but also sexy enough to satisfy Karen.
"oh here," you reach into your bag and produce a homemade friendship bracelet. you'd been tutoring some younger students for extra credit but sometimes you just hung out with them. "made them with some of the kids so,"
"ah thank you," she takes it eagerly. you had one for Gretchen and Regina too. only one of them would appreciate it though.
"why were you chatting with Cady?" Karen asks, sliding on her bracelet as she takes your arm once more.
"we're doing a project together," you explain. "you were literally just in class with us Karen."
"oh yeah," she smiles brightly. "I'm starving." you chuckle a little and allow her to eagerly pull you towards the dining room.
you're sitting on the grass. Cady is talking in your ear as you stare into the distance. most students had gone home already. The rest were working on homework or projects or extracurricular activities. you arranged this meeting but god were you bored. no offence to Cady but you kinda wish you'd been paired with Karen so you could be fucking about right now and then rush the work the night before it's due.
"are you going to the party Saturday?" you ask idly.
"What party?"
"oh shit." you forgot she was hanging out with Janis and Damian who definitely wouldn't have been invited. "connor mckay is having a party. The dudes a mess, big house though. you should come,"
"don't think I was invited,"
"I'm inviting you."
"not sure that's how it works."
"Just come Cady," you insist. "you can bring Janis and Damian too if you want. everyone will be too fucked to notice."
"uh, thanks then" she smiles a little, glancing back at her textbook. "I'll think about it."
"you have to think about attending your first high school party?" you question. laying down on your back. "I'll be there," you turn your head to look at them. "it'll be fun." you watch her carefully and soon she smiles.
"Okay, yeah."
"well that was easy," should have just started by stating you'll be there. "Be careful, Cady." you tease, looking back to clouds passing by but you can't help but smirk a little. "I'll start thinking you like me."
sat in the back of Regina's jeep as she fixes her hair in the overhead mirror, Karen inspects your face while Gretchen is copying Regina by fixing her hair. "can we just go in," you insist, slapping Karen's hands away. "before I regret coming."
"Why would you regret coming?" Gretchen questions, looking around at you.
"I feel stupid,"
"you look amazing," Karen urges. "perfect."
"you would say that."
"stop whining," Regina insists. flipping up her mirror. "you look hot. now let's go."
finally. "I'm gonna get so fucked up," you state as you step out of the car. walking beside Regina with Gretchen and Karen a step behind. the party is already alive. started at six. It was eight.
you reach the point in every party where you just don't want to be there anymore pretty quickly tonight. you're suddenly so aware of how annoying everyone is. sat on the kitchen counter, you swing your legs back and forth as you sip whatever was in your cup. Gretchen gave it to you. the party passes around you like you're not even there until an all too familiar blonde appears. "you look sad," you'd mistake that for genuine concern if it wasn't Regina "Already at sad drunk, that's impressive."
"what do you want Regina?" she had basically ignored you since you arrived so why she suddenly thought you were worthy of her presence, you'll never know. Shane was the object of her disgustingly public displays of affection tonight. "thought you'd be too busy with Shane."
"god, you're so obsessed with Shane," a roll of her eyes as she takes the cup from your hand to help herself. you watch her as the red cup comes to painted lips. not a hair out of place. so perfect. Regina was perfect. it was annoying
"I invited Cady tonight," you state, snatching your cup back.
"ew. why? I thought we agreed you weren't going near Cady anymore," technically you did. practically it wasn't that deep. who cares.
"And Janis and Damian but mostly to get Cady here,"
"desperate to hang out with losers," Regina sighs. "is she here?"
you shrug. "too many people. too big a house. I haven't looked, to be honest."
"Well," a hand finds its way to your thigh, running up and then down softly. "if you're good tonight maybe I'll give you a little treat."
"don't," you push her hand away. "go back to your boyfriend."
"he's not my boyfriend,"
"well whatever he is," you jump down off the countertop. "you made it very clear that I'm not what you want."
"you're so dramatic," she pushes up too. "I hate when you get drunk."
"Whatever."
"fuck sake," Regina responds. "you act like I said we're together or something."
"you're such an asshole," you huff. "I'm gonna find Cady."
"good luck with that,"
there are so many people at this party. you're not sure who half of them even are but they all seem to know you as you stumble around after the new girl. a constant barrage of 'hellos' and 'you look hot' in various forms. it's tiring. annoying. and you're about to give up and go find Gretchen so she can rub your back to make you feel better when you spot her. She was looking as awkward as ever. "you came." shouted over the thump of the music
"yeah," her face lit up. "Damian too. Janis said she'd rather jump off a bridge than come so..."
"That sounds... exactly like her," you nod. "I like..." you glance at her outfit. Regina would hate it. you don't love it. "your outfit. very school teacher chic."
"Thanks," she replies. "I didn't have anything to wear so,"
"it's cool. I'm just happy someone here isn't gonna irritate me- do you want a drink?"
"Sure," she nods. "do they have juice?"
"uh... probably somewhere." who asks for juice at a party? "I'll check. stay here."
you wander off back to the kitchen in search of some juice. your first stop is the fridge which is very stocked. you briefly scan for anything open, sweet and edible before just grabbing a carton of fresh orange and deciding that will do. pouring her a glass before heading back. she's still in the same spot only a particular blonde in the tightest little black dress has decided to strike up a conversation. you immediately know something is wrong. Regina can't stand Cady. it's why you told her you admitted to inviting her so easily. You wanted to piss her off. you can't make out what is happening but as you make your approach the redhead leaves. Regina turns to you with a sugary sweet smile betrayed by her eyes. "hey baby girl, feeling any better?"
"What did you say to her?"
"why do you have a glass of" brow knitted as she tapped her nail against the glass. "orange juice?"
"What did you say to her?"
"who?" you let her have the glass and she takes a sip. a visible look of disgust. "is there anything in this?"
"It's just fresh orange,"
"what the fuck? are you trying to sober up or what?"
"it was for Cady," you explain. "what did you say?"
the blonde shrugs. "she just had to go. not my fault." you don't believe her. why would you? She has a track record of being a conniving person who'll make trouble just for the sake of it. it'd be naive to think she didn't do anything."
"Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch all of the time," you grumble loudly. a hand snaps around your wrist and suddenly you're yanked closer to her. hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.
"I let you off before because you were all sad and tragic but don't think you can ever talk to me like that," growled in your ear before she abruptly shoved you away. "Cady left. get over it."
"she only left because you said something,"
"she left because she realised you don't like her," the blonde snapped. such a pretty poison came in the form of Regina George as she turned her gaze on you. She was pissed but kept it quietly contained to just beneath the music so nobody else had a clue. "that you've just been stringing her along. pretending to be her friend. all because I wasn't showing you enough attention," she's close again. too close. she wasn't physically that tall but right she seemed massive as she loomed over you. her eyes flicker to your lips and back up. did she wanna kiss you or kill you? neither seemed smart. "she realised that you belong to me."
"I'm not a dog Regina."
"you sure about that," a mean glint in those pretty eyes. "you wanted my attention. you got it." she shoves the orange juice back in your hand. it's contents splashing your hand. "don't cry about it now." and with that she turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd
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Totoâs Daughter (part 1)
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader
Warnings: smut
Most would think that it is not easy to be Toto Wolff's daughter. But that was not your case. You weren't part of the Formula 1 world. You lived abroad far from the world your dad was in. Everyone knew that you existed, of course, but you did your best to make your life as private and peaceful as possible, away from the public eye. And you did it successfully.
When you were younger you often attended races, you traveled with your dad all over the world, you were surrounded by big names, but over time, as you got older, that world stopped being of interest to you. You found your hobbies, your interests and your life, which you enjoyed every day.
When Lewis Hamilton won his first Formula 1 championship, you were only 9 years old. He was not a stranger to you, you practically grew up around him. Your dad held him in high esteem and enjoyed working with him. Over time, for your dad, Lewis Hamilton was no longer just a "driver", he became part of your family. Your family and Lewis often hung out outside of work, going on vacations, family lunches, birthdays, celebrations and things like that.
You had a good relationship with him, he would always ask you something here and there, joke with you, ask you about school, the usual things that adults ask children. Thatâs exactly what you were then, a child for him. To him you were Totoâs little daughter and to you he was almost like an uncle.
As the years went by, you grew up, you went to study abroad where you ended up living, and Lewis continued to work with your dad and be in a close relationship as before. Everything was the same except you were no longer part of the fast world they lived in.
The media were interested in your life, they were eager to find out what Toto's daughter was doing, where she lived, who she was dating, they wanted to know anything, but you didn't give them any material.
For Toto and Susie's 13th wedding anniversary, you decided to surprise everyone and come to the celebration that the two of them organized for close friends and family in a beautiful villa in the south of Italy.
It's an understatement to say that you stole the show when you showed up. All grown up and beautiful, you have become a real woman. All eyes were on you since even your immediate family hadn't seen you in a while.
You looked like a real lady when you showed up in a light yellow floor length dress (with a slightly deeper neckline than your family would have liked but oh well) over your tanned skin with long curled golden hair that fell over your shoulders. You really were something to see.
âDear family, dear friends, I would like to take a moment to thank you for being here with usâ Toto said moving to hold the toast as he stood next to Susie with one arm wrapped around her. You were all sitting at the long big table waiting for dinner so your dad took the opportunity to thank everyone.
âThank you for taking the time to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary with us here in Italy. Susie and I appreciate and love you all very much and there is no one else we would rather share these moments of happiness with than all of you. I'm especially glad that my daughter y/n is with us today, since she's not so little anymore, so I can't force her to spend more time with me and Susie anymore or ground her for not being with us more oftenâ You blush as everyoneâs gaze settle on you for a moment and laughter rings through the room.
âAnd finally, I want to thank the most important person in my life for making me the happiest person in the world for so many years. My rock, my biggest support in everything always and forever, my beautiful wife. I just want you to know that I look forward to every new day with you, that you are my true happiness and that I don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to know. I love you and I look forward to being with you for the rest of my life. Happy wedding anniversary love.â As Toto finished his toast, Susie's eyes glazed over with tears at his touching words, and so did yours.
Everyone clapped as the two kissed. You were really happy for the two of them. You loved seeing them as happy and in love as they were the first day they met and you could only wish you could find someone to love you the way your dad loves Susie.
Oh, what you would give to hear someone talk about you like this in front of everyone. To show this much love for you, to show you off so proudly.
âIâm so happy that youâre here, y/nâ Susie said giving you a hug after the dinner.
âIâm happy to be here with you too. Iâm having a really good time so far, I think that from now on I want to be involved in these kinds of family gatherings a little more often.â
âHoney, we always invite you, but you rarely come..â
âI know, I know and Iâm sorry about that. You know that Iâve been busy with myself for the last couple of years.â
âI do know. Everyoneâs been asking about you though. They can't believe the woman you've grown into. Everyone remembers you as the little girl with braces who sat on her dad's lap in the garage.â Both of you laugh as you remember those days.
âIf you had walked past me, I'm not sure I would have recognized you, y/nâ Susieâs eyes shift on the talking figure behind you. You turn your head to the side only to see Lewis with his hands in his pockets standing behind you and admiring you.
âLewis..hiâ You smile at him offering him a hug which he gladly accepts.
âIâll leave you two alone to catch up, itâs been a whileâ Susie says before disappearing to find her husband.
âHow have you been, y/n? I always ask Toto about you, but I havenât seen you in quite some time now.â
âYeah, Iâve been a bit busy with life, but in a good way. I dedicated my time to working on myself and my career and enjoying myself as well, traveling the world and so on. I can't complain.â
âWell, Iâm glad to hear that youâre doing well. Itâs crazy to me how much youâve changed. Youâre not a little girl anymore that I used to ask about school, youâre..a woman now.â You couldnât help but notice the way his eyes were stuck on you. He was completely stunned by your beauty.
âYeah, well I prefer to think that Iâm more fun now than I was before no?â You wink at him making him laugh. âAnyway, whatâs up with you? Heard youâre breaking up with my dad and going to Ferrari next year?â
âYeah, well you know..It was not an easy decision to make, but the red car was one of my biggest wishes as a child, I think now is finally the time to fulfill it. If not now, when?"
"I understand although it's definitely gonna be hard to let you go." You tilt your head giving him a soft smile.
"I'm never gonna leave you guys." Lewis says. "I'll always be here, one way or another."
You spent the rest of the evening hanging out with friends and family, sharing stories from your life that they were happy to hear. Lewis spent most of his time around your dad, and you would glance at him every now and then only to catch him already secretly looking at you.
You haven't seen him live for a long time, of course, you've seen his pictures online, but you couldn't believe that he really still looks that good live despite his age.
When you were younger you didn't pay too much attention to him, you never looked at him in that way to think if he was hot or not. Especially because when you were younger he was in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend at the time, and after all, he's always been your dad's friend. But now, now that you are a little older, if you wanted to have someone by your side who is mature, who knows how to treat a woman, who is protective of you and who would take all the stars out of the sky, you know that Lewis would be the right choice for that.
What you expected even less was the knowledge that since Lewis saw you again after so many years, he hasn't stopped thinking about you for a second. He couldn't get you off his mind, and you found that out in a very unexpected way.
The next night you got dressed for another dinner and you wanted to ask Lewis to take a picture of you from the balcony of his room because his room had a better view of the sea than yours.
You stood in front of the door of his room and knocked and knocked, but he didn't open. At that moment, something did not give rest to your curiosity, so you let yourself into his room on your own.
You slowly scanned the room and saw that there were clothes on the bed prepared for tonight's dinner, and the door to the bathroom inside the room was closed. You moved a little closer to the door and leaned your head towards it and heard the water coming from the shower.
But that wasn't all you heard. The next word that came out of Lewis' mouth completely shocked you and made you gasp.
"Fuck, y/n.." You heard from the other side of the door.
The short whimpers, long-winded moans, the filthy sound coming from his mouth almost knocked you off your feet. You wanted to run away and pretend like you never heard this because you weren't supposed to hear it in the first place. But then you thought you had heard wrong and that he had said someone else's name because it couldn't possibly be true that Lewis was thinking about you this way. So you leaned your head back towards the door to try to hear something, anything again.
"Oh yes, just like that.." He groaned. "Just like that, y/n"
part 2
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