#otp: to you my heart i surrender ( haruby )

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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

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Ruby Renaldi & Harrison Morgan Edition

More than half of their texts, are sexts. Let's be real here.

There are very few semi-public places they haven't done something together, including blow jobs at the gym, sex in his jeep, and other things at the drive in. Plus she likes to tease him at parties and see how long they can last before they've called a back bedroom for themselves or are racing back to one of their dorms and straight to bed.

Ruby was more than ready to just help Harrison with his college experience of a true sexual awakening, but what she couldn't have predicted was how quickly and easily she'd fall for him, or how much —for once— it wasn't as scary as she thought it would be.

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She's tossed all their snacks into the cooler and left it open for him to add the ice when he comes back out, and has reclaimed her spot in the passenger seat, shoes kicked off in the floorboard again. "Ooo I want the chicken!" she exclaims making grabby hands for the warm sandwich and taking the bag with their drinks in it to put them in the cup holders between them. She's into her second bite when his question comes, and for a moment Ruby doesn't understand, until the music he turns on suddenly makes sense and she rolls her eyes. She's never been a big fan of T.Swift but she listens to the whole song anyway, even dancing in her seat a little bit because she has to admit the whole thing is a kinda catchy and fun. She does her best to follow along to the lyrics which really just leaves her mumbling her way through the song but no one in any passing cars could tell she didn't know it. When it comes to her birthday, Ruby hasn't actually celebrated it in years. Halloween has overshadowed the day for everyone for practically her entire life, so she just stopped mentioning it and went out trick or treating with her little sister and their friends and got to eat loads of free candy. It felt like a win even if it wasn't special to her.

By the end of the song her sandwich is gone, the munchies she'd acquired had been sated and she's halfway through her soda. Harrison has guided them back onto the roadway and closer to the beach, and for once Ruby isn't feeling too bad about turning a year older in a few hours. She might not have mentioned what day it was about to be, but it seems that Harrison didn't forget (or it popped up on his Facebook reminders or something at least) and that warms a piece of her heart that he even took the time to mention it. "Twenty-two isn't that big of a deal, you know. It just means I'm way more of an adult than I feel like I am and I just don't think I'm ready for that kind of responsibility. Nineteen forever!" she laughed, throwing a fist in the air. "Except if I need cigarettes or alcohol... then I'm totally 21 and nobody can take that away from me." A girl's gotta have her vices, right? And Ruby had many, some dangerous and likely really stupid, but she didn't care. She felt invincible sometimes and that was a high all on its own. They made it through one more Taylor song before she took command of the music and turned on something with a little more of an island vibe to get them in the beach mood. At some point she reached over and threaded her fingers with Harrison's again and rested their hands together in his lap, content with the personal contact to go along with the happy feeling she got from her high, as well as the euphoric feeling that accompanied being in his presence more and more often. It wasn't that she hadn't acknowledged the feeling to herself, she just didn't want to examine it too closely for fear that if she did her natural inclination to run from anything resembling a relationship would kick in and ruin the good time they seemed to have when they were together. "There's a lot we can park in right near Pier 23 up here somewhere. That's where I heard all the good parties were gonna be tonight," she told him, pointing in the direction they should go. That's also where they could claim a spot on the beach near the fire pits to leave their things while they swam and socialized.

Harrison is well aware that there's a bigger occasion taking place before Halloween should even be considered, let alone discussed, one that up until now, Ruby's failed to mention. Her twenty-second birthday is in less than twenty-four hours. He likes to think it's a big deal --- that she's choosing to spend it with him. Or perhaps, there’s more to it; in that moment when the clock strikes twelve and she turns a year older, he's the person she wants next to her. It's one of his living-in-delusion ideals because in reality, Ruby's never been big on birthdays. The celebrations, the presents, the attention, it wasn't exactly her thing. Still, he'll happily exist in his fantasy, that liminal place where she sees him beyond the kid who grew up with her little sister. He spots a pack of gummy bears and tosses them into the basket, where they fall down atop Ruby's choice of savoury snacks. "You know if you want to fuck around and go trick or treatin' with me, all you have to do is say." He teases, squeezing her hand. "I don't know what they're planning, but whatever the fuck it is, you should come."

He laughs under his breath at the elderly couple babbling in the aisle next to them; they're the kind of harmless, quirky duo who look like something straight out of a sitcom. They're also a little too happy to have found themselves in the backroads of Florida, Harrison thinks, until he realises they're only passing through. When Ruby pulls him into her to allow for more space, he affectionately backs her up against one of the confectionary stacks. There's a moment that passes between them, one that makes him waggle his brows at her when the friendly stranger mistakes them for a couple. He decides to play along, if only for a minute and leans down to place a kiss upon Ruby's forehead. There's no time to overthink it and when they pay for their items and head back to the jeep, he knows that he made the right decision. Her humour is aligned with his own, but when she calls him baby, there's a significant shift. She's fucking with him, it's all for fun and yet, it doesn't stop his heart-rate from elevating slightly. "Sure thing, beautiful." He bites his lip in response and winks at her before heading back into the store. Harrison quickly locates the ice and grabs two hot sandwiches and a couple of sodas for them to eat on their journey. "You want cheese, tomato and pesto or fried chicken?" He asks, giving Ruby the option once he's emptied the ice into the cooler and is back in the driver's seat. Soon, the engine is revved and he turns the music up, leaving the gas station so that they can arrive at the beach before sunset. "Are you really not gonna talk about it?" Har glances over at her when they're back on the road, brows raised in her direction. "Oh, come on." There's temptation to play the song --- THAT song that will no doubt infuriate her, which is all the more reason to blast it --- and he can't resist. With a few swipes of his fingertips, he selects a new track to play through the car speakers. It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes.... Taylor's version, of course.

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she reads the whole sleeve of instructions twice, then followed each step to the letter so she could ensure the greatest accuracy. she was able to take two of the three tests they bought, and she set them on the counter while she washed her hands. deciding to bring them with her when she leaves the bathroom, she sets them on the nightstand in their bedroom where she finds harrison waiting for her. her clothes are laid out for her and she slips out of her own jeans and the blank tank she wears at work, glad to be rid of the smell of alcohol and grease and bar sweat. the t-shirt he picked out is slid over her head and it's immediately like being wrapped in his arms, the familiar and comforting scent of him engulfing her while she steps into her sweatpants and climbs into his lap like a child. the mug is warm in her hands when she picks it up, sips the tea slow and is happy to find that it doesn't immediately feel like making a reappearance. "a little. thanks for this," she gestures at the tea, then settles against his chest and let's the mug keep her fingers warm. "the box said the tests had to process for five minutes, then we can check 'em. we've maybe got less than half that time left," she informs him, looking over at them sitting there a few feet away like they don't hold the answer to the rest of their lives. it's funny how much mental gymnastics her mind is doing right now, flip flopping between how they got here, to how she's going to feel if the tests are negative vs. how she's going to feel if they're positive. as much as she'd immediately assumed earlier that this would be a really bad situation to find themselves in, there's also a part of her that can't help but think that although they may be younger than they'd wanted to be, and not married (yet - they're working on it) maybe it's not the worst thing in the world. harrison has the gallery, which is doing really well, and ruby has saved up enough working for the bar over the past couple of years that they're not in any kind of financial bind. maybe having a baby doesn't feel quite like the end of the world. she sips her tea once more before she sets it down and snuggles in again, her hand automatically reaching for his, winding their fingers together while she fidgets nervously. "are you ready?"

her body is tense and when he steps back to look at her, he knows how hard she's trying to keep it together. at the pharmacy, they didn't talk much but now, standing in their bathroom, it all feels so real. he's not sure what kind of support he can offer to her, at least not until they know for sure, so he decides to opt for some familiar home comforts. "yeah, of course. i'll pick one out for you. take your time, okay?" harrison exits the bathroom and heads towards the kitchen where he fills their kettle and clicks it on. he makes ruby a cup of weak tea to help with the nausea, then pours hot water into a heat pad. harrison considers making her something small to eat, toast, some cut up fruit, something sweet to take the bitter taste out of her mouth but he decides against it until he knows that her stomach has fully settled. walking into their bedroom, he thinks of their many intimate encounters over the past four weeks, trying to pinpoint one that could have led to this. it was impossible, though. he rarely wore a condom which wasn't an issue for them considering ruby was on contraception --- they didn't have to worry about being careful but they also both knew that birth control wasn't always 100% effective. lifting the duvet, he carefully situates the pad on ruby's side of the bed so that it'll be warm for her coming out of the bathroom. he locates her black sweatpants, walks towards his drawers, finds her a t-shirt and set its down on the bed as per her request. all that's left to do is wait, so he slips out of his own clothes, changes into a pair of joggers and a top he wore to bed the previous night, one that's still discarded over the chair by his desk. when ruby makes an appearance, harrison taps his hand against his lap, beckoning her over to sit on him, "i made you tea, baby." his gaze shifts to their nightstand where the mug is cooling, "you feeling any better?"

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she watches the white powder disappear through the straw, his words churning through her drug-addled mind and only solidifying that when he's done, the last two lines on the table are for her. there's no way she can relive that experience, even in her mind, and get through this conversation at the same time without a little help, so as soon as he's done she takes the straw from his hand and snorts up one line, then switches to the other nostril and downs the second one without so much as blinking. slowly the straw clatters to the tabletop and she says the first thing she can think of to respond. "he wasn't gonna touch me again anyway. don't you fuckin' know i'm yours?" she doesn't even think about how she means that, or what the implications might be that he takes from her moment of tormenting honesty. all she knows is that there's no reason for him to resort to this level of violence again, and she hopes that he won't just for her sake. "are you really fucking worried about that? about me not wanting to keep doing this thing we're doing? when the fuck have i ever given you even a hint that i wanted to stop?" it's funny how on one hand, he's making sure that professor never fucks her again, while on the other hand she's making sure he knows the only guy she even wants to fuck is him. it's amazing how so much of life (and near-death) revolves around sex. "you don't scare me, har," she says quietly, leaning against his shoulder and sighing. "i've never felt safer than i do when i'm with you."

the darkness that festers inside of him --- a culmination of pain and rage and loss, nobody fully understands it. harrison himself still can't find the words to identify or articulate it, not fully. all he knows is that it's there and it never goes away. "stop." ruby's eyes are darker than usual and right now, he can't tell if it's a lack of sleep or if she's hungover or if it's just sheer disgust for his actions that's causing it. no matter what it is though, he isn't about to let her carry any guilt for what he chose to do. "fuck that, you had to tell someone." for him, the worst part about it was that while the act itself wasn't entirely non-consensual, he could still tell that she carried some trauma from the experience. he's slow to join her on the floor, brown eyes unable to meet her gaze when she asks him how he is. "he's not gonna touch you again." avoiding her question, harrison leans down to snort one of the lines off of the table. the white powder rushes straight to his brain, there's a burst of endorphins and a simultaneous release of relief. "if he does, i'll fuckin' kill him." he takes another line, sniffing aggressively once it passes, then turns to look at ruby. "i'm sorry if that scares you, but it's the fuckin' truth. if you think i've gone too far, or if this has made you want to stop what we're doing, i understand. just don't ask me not to protect you, okay? 'cause i can't do that. i won't do that."

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he's fucking adorable the way he talks so boldly and then blushes like he's just asked his middle school crush out on a date for the first time. ruby can't help but chuckle at him and then reaches out, beckoning him close enough to the bed that she can get a good grip on the hem of his shirt and pull him down on the bed with her as she rolls to her back and lets half his body weight press her into the mattress. she beams a smile up at him and cranes her neck up a little to kiss him square on the lips. "well you're the one that said younger guys are more willing to try new things, right? so... what kinda things do you think sound like fun?" ruby is aware she's a bit more experienced in the world of all things sexual, but harrison is smart, and she's sure that he's done his research (aka watched porn) and has at least one or two things he wants to experiment with. to help him open up and get comfortable, ruby once again locates the hem of his t-shirt, pushing her hand beneath it to find soft skin covering cut abs, like velvet over marble, and she lazily runs her hand over them, giving him the intimate and affectionate touches that he's seemed to respond well to before. "anything you think sounds interesting, or even just that you're curious about?"

+ continued from here with ruby / @fidelissimi !

"you already know i'm all in. you got a specific hypothesis you want to try and reach with me?" harrison asks, glancing over at her from where he's currently standing, leaning his weight against her doorframe. her bed is all too inviting, as is the brunette herself. she's laid out across it, her tanned skin a perfect contrast against white linen sheets. "if you've got nowhere to be today, i'm more than happy to experiment." he smiles a shy smile as soon as he says it, his gaze briefly dropping to the floor, before rising back up to look at her. what they've been doing lately has been making him ridiculously happy. sex with ruby, he'd come to learn, was a culmination of everything he hoped it would be --- the kind of intimate, passionate, affair that's only reached when the person you're with shares the same level of enthusiasm. he's not been with anyone else since before summer and while he knows ruby's not looking to commit, he can't help but let his mind arrive at the thought every time he finds himself back in her dorm room. what it would be like if she were his and only his. would the sex be better? could it even get any better than this? "or, we can head out? go for a drive?" he adds, on the chance he's misread the situation completely. he didn't want to be that guy, either. hanging around, expecting more than she was willing to offer. her pleasure in all of this was just as important to him, if not more, in and out of the bedroom.

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after she's crawled her way out of bed, running on not-enough sleep, as she usually does, ruby stumbles into the kitchen and into a surprise breakfast that harrison has woken up wayyy too early to make for her. it takes her a few bites in before she realizes this is supposed to be something special, because he bough her favorite artisan bread and that's when she sees the gift bag. "what's that?" she points with the bread in her hand, reaching over for it, and when he doesn't stop her and informs her that it's hers, she dives in right away. the t-shirt brings tears to the corner of her eyes, her vision blurring for a quick moment before she looks at him and gives him a big watery grin. "you didn't have to do this..." she tells him, but the bag still feels heavy and when she removes the necklace it's all over for her. not only is it the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, but the words on the inside of the box are absolutely the cutest and she can't help but to rub her hand over her belly as the happiest of tears stain her cheeks. "Thank you, jelly bean. You have great taste in jewelry," she chuckles, setting both gifts down and walking over to slide into Harrison's lap to give him the biggest kiss she can manage. "I love them. Thank you, Daddy."

surprise mother's day gifts for @fidelissimi / ruby !

if she calls him cheesy for his efforts, he'll take it. ruby's still asleep and after having a particularly late night at the bar, harrison is making her breakfast in the hope she will wake up feeling much better than she did when she crawled into bed beside him just a few hours prior. this day is for her, albeit she's not a fully fledged mother quite yet, she's still growing their baby. she's giving them a future, a family. he's cutting up fresh fruit and he's already been out to buy a selection of sweet and savoury pastries and the fancy artisan bread that she likes. on their kitchen table, he's set out some gifts in a small paper bag, nothing too over the top. he'd give her the world on a platter if she asked and even though it's not technically her first mother's day, he still believes that she should be celebrated --- for the woman she is, for the mommy she's going to be and for all of the love she's bringing into their lives.

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not only does her body not let her forget exactly what they're doing sitting on the bathroom floor of their apartment, but she can't even get out of her own head long enough to separate herself from the situation. and it's not a horrible situation for them to have ended up in, when all is said and done, but ruby has been deep inside of her head since harrison suggested that ruby being pregnant was a possibility, and she's gone back and forth between being mostly okay with the idea, and freaking the fuck out internally. his reassurance of how much he loves her is comforting in a way she can't explain right now, and she tightens her arms around his waist before she finally has to let him go. "i do. and I love you too." she tries for something resembling a smile as she gazed up at him, and when he sets the test down on the bath beside her, she can only stare at it for a long moment before she takes the box in her hand and starts reading the instructions on the back panel. she stands when he does, still reading, and gives him a nod. the instructions seem simple enough, so she gives him her attention once more. "could i borrow a tshirt from you? and grab my black sweatpants. just set them on the bed, i'll come out and change while we wait for this thing to process or whatever." and with a squeeze to his hand before he leaves the bathroom, ruby closes the door behind him and pops open the box in her shaky hands.

+ haruby feels for our mama and dada to be @fidelissimi / ruby !

they're sitting on the bathroom floor and time feels like it's at a standstill. harrison isn't sure what the right thing to say is just yet, so he holds ruby after she throws up for the second time, wipes her mouth with a facecloth and tucks his chin into her hair. they stay like this for a long while, until he kisses her head and finally breaks the silence. "do you know how much i love you?" it might not be the most comforting thing that she needs to hear right now but he knows that now is as good a time as any for a reminder. that no matter the result, he's going to continue to love her. even if it's not what they planned for yet, whatever her decision is, he's going to support it. "if you're ready, let's do it." he opens the paper bag up from the pharmacy and discards the packaging, setting the pregnancy tests down onto the ledge of their bath. "i'm going to let you do your thing but i'll be right outside, okay?" he slowly stands and helps guide her up as he does so, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, still holding her close. he's not ready to let go but he knows that there's only so much he can do until they know for sure. "you want some fresh clothes brought in? pyjamas, maybe? there's no way you're going back to work tonight."