#“how nice to see you here in our bedroom at 6:00 am”

[moocha-muses]

"Good morning, Sparrow."

"Good morning, my love."

"Good morning, Mom!"

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Kenma hanging out with his 6 month old baby because her mom went to work (training is very rough now!!)

9:00 AM

“ Kenma!”

“ yes babe?”

He asks leaving the bedroom.

“ Are you really busy today?? I can’t leave karrie (THATS HER NAME OKAY) to kuro cause he said he’ll be having a meeting, and akaashi said his mental health is lower than the gas prices so he can’t take care of a child right now, but anyways can you take care of her??”

“ sure babe. I just have to go to some proposals and meetings and stream until 11pm.”

“Okay! I’ll be home around 6:30 be responsible kenma!”

“ Bye! say bye karrie.”

Your husband gets his daughter’s hand and makes a wave motion.

(Baby Karrie’s POV)

10:00 AM

You’re stuck in an uncomfortable baby seat in a car where the air freshener smells like cake.

You wail.

“ whats wrong sweetheart? C’mere”

your dad then lowers the air conditioning (he thinks it’s getting too cold and he unfortunately forgot to bought an extra blanket) (you threw up on the first one)

“ Okay we’re here. If anyone looks at you weirdly just wail at their faces.” He chuckles.

“ okay everyone, what’s up? What’s the new idea?”

“ KENMA IS THAT UR KID? OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU SO MUCH.” Hinata says.

 “ SEE? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” kuro adds.

 “ We’re getting a little bit off-topic here guys.”

Akaashi says.

“ Can we get mcdonalds?” Bokuto asks.

“ Can you all tell me why I’m here instead of making my wailing daughter go to bed??”

“ CAN WE ADD SPARKLY CAPES TO OUR UNIFORMS??”

Bokuto asks.

“ THAT WOULD BE SO COOL CAN WE DO THAT?”

Hinata adds.

“ first off, stop yelling you’re scaring my child, second, you guys are volleyball players not superman.”

“ anything else?”

Kenma asks, getting impatient yet his daughter was chewing on the blonde tips of his hair.

“ CAN WE DO AN AD?” Bokuto says.

“For?”

“ IDK ANYTHING ELSE?”

You see your father touching the bride of his nose.

You kept on babbling random things until-

“ dada??”

“Yes- wait what?” 

“ Oh my GOD! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!” Bokuto screams.

“ I am so proud of that baby!” 

Kuro says.

Akaashi fell asleep on the table while hinata broke the water dispenser (its leaking on the floor) bokuto’s drawing on the whiteboard explain how having sparkly capes on uniforms would make their performance better (newsflash he most likely would trip on them)

12:00 PM

(Lunch!)

“ I’m getting hungry and those guys wasted OUR time when we could be playing games, wanna eat fruits and lunch??”

You pointed to the chips.

“ these?? I don’t think you can have these.. but heres a peice of orange.”

(Kenma’s Point of View)

1:00pm

“ We’re finally home, thank goodness, you tired sweetheart?”

You put your tired daughter on the crib, it’s nice seeing her be peaceful for a while. she looks like her beautiful mother.

As the computer opens, you post an announcement saying you’ll be streaming at 4PM ( hoping your daughter is awake by then)

2:00 PM

(Kenma’s POV)

As you prepare to stream (updating games, preparing snacks and water also 3 cans of energy drinks and somehow a bag of chips bigger than your daughter)

You get a phone call.

“ Hey honey!”

“ hey babe? Hows work?”

“ Yeah it’s good, its just that-“

You hear what’s probably sakusa and atsumu screaming at each other, kageyama and hinata not agreeing to a single thing, and bokuto on the corner who managed to squeeze himself there.

“ Y’know you could quit, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“ silly. I can’t! I like this job, these idiots are my friends, and so are yours too.”

“ I got to go babie! Bye!”

“Bye.” You say dropping the call.

3:00 PM

Just an hour left, you started the stream with a timer popping up (R THOSE RIGHT I SEE PEEPS ON TWITCH DOING THOSE)

Getting all the stuff you need on a small table next to your desk, You kinda feel lonely, your daughter is sleeping and your wife is hanging out with her friends.

“She’s better with me.”

“I miss her so much.”

4:00 PM

(kenma’s pov)

“ she’s not awake yet? That’s weird.”

You check on your daughter on the other room ( she’s still there don’t worry)

“ that’s rare.”

As the stream starts everyone and the chat goes loud.

“ hey guys. What’s up?”

After 30 minutes of being focused on a game, you check up on your daughter again.

“ She’s still asleep?? Is this even normal? She’s not crying as if we’re cooking her alive??? wow!”

He goes back to the room.

“ sorry to keep you guys waiting. Let’s continue this.”

stancats4: Why do you keep on leaving the room??

You see the question, you get a bit irritated by this question yet answer by:

“ Just busy taking care of someone special. That’s all” you smile.

The chat somehow goes wild with you smiling, this is how far they can get with you anyways.

5:00 PM

( Kenma’s POV)

 “ She’s still asleep?? Wow.” 

You’re looking at your peaceful daughter, who’s been sleeping for 4 hours now.

It’s getting lonely, you miss them both even if they’re near.

As the last game comes to an end, you ask the chat what to play next?

“ this is like the last chapter what else do you guys wanna play??”

matchalatte: you should play animal crossing!

You squint your eyes to see the suggestion

“ animal crossing?? Sure i guess.”

Moments after joining the game you hear a famillar sound.

Your daughter was crying from the other room.

You rushed there.

“ hey baby, had a great nap didn’t you?? Come here with me.”

( here’s where more chaos starts.)

“ Okay guys, let’s continue.”

“ No karrie- thats my CPU that heats up, you’ll get hurt. No- karrie!”

(He’s not mad dw)

“ what are you pointing to??”

She’s pointing to the can of energy drink.

“ You can’t have that, anyways eat this.”

You paused the game.

Your daughter ends up crying really loud.

“ What’s wrong?, this isn’t even expired.”

You taste the baby food (just checking if its still good ofc)

 “ what the- YUCK. If i was an 8 month old baby and they told me to eat this, I’d cry louder than you, let’s get you nicer food.”

He brings his laptop, and then goes to the kitchen.

“ Okay you like bananas right? Let’s mush them with honey”

after minutes of doing the work you spoon feed your daughter. 

“ Okay guys, might aswell end this. Bye for now.”

He ended it early because he thought his daughter was getting tired and scared of the webcam.

6:00 PM

As the blue sky slowly and slowly fades, you craddling your daughter, knowing this won’t last forever.

Yes she’ll always be your daughter you think, but will she always need you? Will she ever call one day and tell you how was her day? Will she ever remember you when she has a family of her own? 

This sounds like he’s overthinking yet, he just likes to think how he’s enjoying every moment because all of this, everything that surrounds him, will never last forever.

He hears the doorknob jingle a bit.

“I’m home!” (Y/N says)

“ how’s our sweet cherry??”

 “ she’s doing good, just good.”

Shout out to Venn for keeping the live action headcanons rolling 🥰

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

He lost a bet... (Major thanks to @screechyaurora)

154 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 21:31:06 GMT

#4

See the full post

175 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 17:45:45 GMT

#3

“Stay..” Happy 5th DSoD anniversary! (what do you mean I'm late as usual?) Time to celebrate with more prideshipping!! (which..I haven't drawn lately..sorryyyy....) My headcannon is that soon after their epic duel, Kaiba collapsed of no energy because staying in the afterlife takes it's toll. He woke up few hours later in a royal bedroom while Atem watches over him with worry.

185 notes • Posted 2021-04-25 09:03:17 GMT

#2

Found this GEM via Couple Quotes (kudos if you can help me find the original post so I can credit):

Instantly thought of:

198 notes • Posted 2021-09-29 08:54:21 GMT

#1

It's that time of the year again!! It's my birthday!! (yup it's 00:00 where I am and I have tons of balloons with me now so.. AAAAA!!) And this year is a special one, I turn 30! I'm one of the elders of the fandom!!!  

And as of every birthday-I present you the annual prideshipping pic -or in our special case -animatic! Since I'm a 2d animation student those days, I found big interest in rotoscoping, which is animation draw-over.

Sooo.. I present you the idea that came to me in a dream (and I felt the HUGE urge to make it happen)

Avatar and The Legend of Korra have been a huge influence on me and I thought it would be nice to pay it a tribute with our boys (and Dartz).

It was a big challenge and please don't judge me too hard on that one since it's one of my first attempts, and future works will be better (that's how I say Yami's hair in different angles makes no sense and me and ScreechyAurora broke the senses of logic to understand it (shootout to Val and Dana for cheering me up during this mess of a project I made to myself)). Anyways, I had lots of fun drawing those 200 frames (in the time I wasn't crying the "why I've done this to myself" song)

So, in case you didn't see the legend of Korra (go watch it and come back, you!) - Yami is the Avatar who can control all 4 elements of nature, Dartz is their enemy who can take away anyone's bending powers (or soul XD) and Kaiba is a fire/electricity bender who sworn to protect Yami (episodes 177-182 much?!) I hope my mess of crossover is clear now ^w^

Woo that was a long description, now to go to sleep cause I have a lesson later today XD i'll probably add to the description later...

292 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 22:12:42 GMT

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Why are You Here? Jotaro x Reader Pt. 1

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As a twenty-one-year-old mother, you opted to become a housewife. Taking care of household chores and your newborn baby, Jolyne while your husband, Jotaro worked as a marine biologist. Life for you was like that for about eight years till you thought about doing something else with your life. So after some thinking and debating with yourself, you decided to go to college and major in Veterinary Science. As a child, you had always wanted to be a veterinarian as your interest in animals and worrying about their safety was always prominent in your life. So bringing that dream to life after twenty years brought you joy and excitement. So here you were, up at 5:00 AM, laying in your king-sized bed alone preparing to get up for your first day at Palm Beach Atlantic University. Looking to the empty left side of the bed that was missing your husband left you a little dejected. You were hoping you would have woken up early enough to get ready with him. Yawning to yourself, you get up and heads toward the bathroom to freshen up. Setting the shower to the right temperature, you stepped instead and felt more awake than ever. While inside the shower, you started thinking about how college was going to be like. 'What if it's similar to high school? That was hell enough...' you thought in distress. Sighing to yourself, you fixated on finishing your shower and thought about getting ready to distract you from your nerve-wracking thoughts. After your shower, you quickly brushed your teeth and made your way downstairs to a big surprise. There he was, your husband, Jotaro in the kitchen making a cup of coffee. Now, Jotaro knew you were going to college as he helped pay for your tuition even though you said not to. He also knew you were going to one he was teaching at as he also recommended it to you. But what he didn’t know was that she was in one of his classes.

“Oh, Jojo! I thought you had already left," you exclaimed, hastily entering the kitchen to stand next to your husband. Grunting to himself his usual catchphrase, he looked at you before slightly grinning.

“I don’t leave the house as early as you think I do you. Besides I was going to give you a ride because we are going to the same place.” Blushing to yourself, a quiet thanks left your lips before you gave Jotaro a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘Okay I need to make breakfast,’ nodding to yourself as to agree with your thoughts, you started to make your way towards the stove to make a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon for you and your husband to eat.

“Jotaro can you also make me a cup of coffee as well?” You asked, which in response you got a grunt that sounded like a yeah. After you finished making breakfast, you set up the dining room table with two plates of food while Jotaro brought the two cups of coffee. Both of you started to sit down and enjoy your meals. Even though Jotaro opted to eat in silence, you certainly did not. “Jojo, I hired a nanny to take care of Jolyne while I go to college and she will be staying with us in the guest bedroom until then.” Humming in response, Jotaro continued to eat, not knowing what else to respond with. Slightly huffing, you were hoping your husband would give you a little more attention and talk to you a little more. ‘Asking questions will only annoy him’ you thought. Realizing your attempts would be feeble, she just decided to stay silent and finish eating. Once the couple was finished, you took the plates into the kitchen to wash them with Jotaro not too far behind you. While washing the dishes, you could feel your husband come behind and hold you gently.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, kissing your cheek. Blushing again just like last time, you looked up at Jotaro with slight confliction.

“Just a little Joots. I mean I haven’t been to school in what? Eight years?” Sighing to yourself, you continued to wash the dishes. Rubbing your arms in response, Jotaro reassures you in his special way that she will be fine. After their little intimate moment, you check the clock to notice it's 6:15 AM and remembers to call the nanny. Detaching yourself from your husband, you made your way towards a wall phone in the kitchen and quickly dialed up the nanny’s number. The phone rang for a little while before the sound of the lady was heard. “Hi Anastasia, I just wanted to let you know you can come over now.”

‘Oh thank you! I will be there in about ten-fifteen minutes.’ Anastasia responded. Grinning to yourself, you quickly responded with a thank you of your own and a quick goodbye before hanging up. Turning around, you saw that your husband had left the kitchen. Confused, you leave the kitchen in search of your husband to find him sitting on the couch of their living room with papers in front of him. Slowly you walked up to him and sat next to him before latching onto his arm. “I got off the phone with the nanny, she should be here in a little bit.” Humming in response, Jotaro looks down at his wife for a few seconds before looking back at his disorganized paperwork. Noticing how unorganized the papers were, you offered to help but in response, you were given a quick no before he started to ignore you and continue organizing. Huffing slightly, you opted to make sure you had everything you needed before you could head out the door. Now noticing you left your bag upstairs, you quickly ran up the stairs to the master bedroom to retrieve it. Although before entering, you quickly checked your daughter Jolyne's room to check on you to make sure she was okay. Just as suspected, Jolyne was still in bed asleep surrounded by all you aquatic stuffed animals. Smiling to yourself, you quietly closed the door and quickly grabbed your bag from your shared bedroom. Running down the steps and looking through a bag probably wasn’t the smartest choice for you. Causing you to miss a step on the stairs and trip. But surprisingly, you didn't fall and neither did your stuff fall out of your bag. Feeling hands on the sides of your waist, you look over your shoulder, you noticed a tall purple ghost-like figure behind you. “Hehe, thank you star,” you giggled while walking down the stairs carefully. Finally reaching the living room from the stairs, you noted your husband staring at you intensely with concern.

“You alright?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Nodding slightly embarrassed by the small situation that occurred only a few minutes ago. Looking at the pastel blue clock in the corner of the room showed that it was 6:45 AM. ‘Shit… Where is she?’ thinking to yourself with slight frustration. Although not even 10 seconds after you ’s little tantrum in your mind, she heard a knock at the front door. Blinking slightly, you quickly ran through the living room to the front door to see the one person she needed to be there.

“I am so sorry I’m late, I got sidetracked a little.” Chuckling a little bit, you reassured her and invited her inside. Giving a quick tour of the downstairs of their house. A few compliments were thrown in for the decor and a few thanks before they reached the living room that held your cold and stoic husband.

“This is my husband Jotaro. Jojo this Anastasia, the nanny.” Turning his attention to the short lady he gave you a little nod before picking up the rest of his paperwork. Blushing to herself, Anastasia hastily said hello trying to make herself look professional and also slightly seductive for the man in front of her. There was no doubt in your mind that the nanny would think your husband was hot. I mean almost every woman did. “Alright Jolyne is upstairs asleep so please wake you up around seven-seven thirty, please. There also should be a list of things for you to do in the kitchen on the counter. If you have any questions, my number is on the list as well.” Anastasia nodded taking in the information given while also taking small glances towards the big man standing up. “Alright, thank you so much again. Jojo, we should get ready to leave.” Humming in response the couple started for the front door towards Jotaro’s white SUV. Sitting in the passenger seat, bag in hands, you felt a flurry of emotions consisting of excitement, worry, and also determination. The drive to the university wasn’t that long because they live close to the beach anyway. Unbuckling his seatbelt on the driver's side, Jotaro exited the car waiting for his wife in suit. Noting that she didn’t he sighed out a ‘yare yare’ before walking to the passenger’s door and opened it for his wife.

“Hey, you’ll be fine.” Looking up at your husband, you sighed and got out.

“I know I know, just first-day jitters.” Receiving a hum in response once again, you kissed Jotaro quickly on the lips smiling,” I’ll see you during lunch?” Nodding, Jotaro reciprocated the kiss and started walking towards the university, with you not too far behind him. Entering the building, you noticed that your husband was nowhere to be found and she was left all alone. Opting to ask someone, you slowly walked up to a tall woman with fair skin and freckles. Red hair to your shoulders and green eyes that are as green as leaves on a tree. “Um, excuse me…” you asked the fair lady. Turning to the voice that called out to you she looked down and smiled.

“Yes, is there something you need?” Looking down for a second, you blushed in embarrassment,” Um I’m new here and just needed some help finding some of my classes if that won’t be a problem.” Smiling again, the taller girl agreed to help, making the shorter girl happy. “Here’s my schedule…” Looking over it the taller of the two looked very pleased.

“Ahhhh! Surprisingly we’re in some of the same classes. Looks like it’s your lucky day hehe. I’m Esme by the way.” you smiled thankfully to meet someone nice before sharing your name. “So it seems like our first class is Microbiology.” As if thinking for a moment, Esme continued to study your schedule before smiling softly. “Are you by any chance going into Veterinary Science?” Quickly looking up at her, you smiled brightly and nodded with excitement.

“Yes yes! I’ve always wanted to help and take care of animals ever since I was a little girl.” Eyes lighting up in admiration and excitement, Esme grabbed you ’s hands and jumped up and down with the excitement of a 6-year-old before saying, “Ahhh no way me too!!! Animals are just so cute, it breaks my heart seeing them injured.” you nodded in agreement before looking at a clock on a far wall of the University. Almost not being able to read it, you read what looked like said 7:36. Eyes widening, you quickly ask Esme to take you to their class before they are late. Noting your rushing tone, Esme realized they might be late. Nodding in response, Esme led you to their first-period class.

Barely making it, both you and Esme make their way towards some seats in the back next to each other. Once they sat down, you took into inventory how the lecture hall looked. Very spacious, but also very bland. Grey walls with a basic faded carpet floor. Rows of long wooden desks with a set of wooden stairs in the middle.

“Ahem.” Eyes forward you notice a man who looked to be in his 40s standing in front of the class in a nice white dress shirt, black dress pants, and nice black shoes. “My name is Mr. Brando, and I will be your Microbiology teacher this year.” Feeling an elbow jab to my side, you quickly turned to see Esme leaning over to say something, “He’s kinda hot.” Gasping slightly to yourself, you looked towards Emse with disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna try and fuck him or something.” Slightly taken aback, Esme scoffs while blushing.

“Of course not! He’s just kinda hot..” Shaking your head, you turned to face Mr. Brando, only to find him staring at you intensely.

“As I was trying to say, I’m not going to be easy on you. This isn’t high school anymore where I would take pity on you. If you don’t have your homework, it will be an automatic 0.” Still staring at you with his intense gaze, he smirked and continued, “Any questions before we begin class?” ‘Why is he staring at me like that?’ you thought with a shiver running down your back. With no questions being asked, Mr. Brando started class. Two words went through your thoughts, ‘This sucks…’ Sighing, she continued to take notes and tough it out till class was over. While taking notes she couldn't help but feel eyes on you every 5 minutes. Looking up, you noticed Mr. Brando’s eyes are on you again before going back to looking at his notes. Noting your discomfort, Esme nudged you in a way to ask if she's okay. ‘God this is such a high school thing but whatever.’ you thought before ripping a piece of paper and wrote, ‘Mr. Brando keeps looking at me.’ Passing the note towards Esme, you looked at your face for any reactions. Going from shocked to disgusted. Looking at you with sympathy, Esme flipped the small piece of paper over and started writing your response. Once she was finished, Esme handed the note back and looked at Mr. Brando with intense dislike. Different from when she was practically gushing over his looks. Looking down at the note, you ’s (E/C) scanned the paper reading, ‘Yeah we have a few of those types of teachers. If he does anything, report him immediately.’ Nodding to yourself, you continued listening to the lesson.

The class was finally over. ‘God that was boring.’ you thought before packing up quickly to leave.

“C’mon we gotta hurry to our next class,” Esme exclaimed. Nodding while giggling, you grabbed your bag and walked down the stairs towards the door of the lecture hall with Esme.

“I noticed that this is your first year of college. I hope you enjoy it~.” Freezing, you turned around to see Mr. Brando stared at you with red eyes and a small smirk on his light brown skin.

“Um, thank you, Mr. Brando...” Grabbing your arm, Esme dragged you out of the room, feelings of disgust running through her. Once out, Esme immediately gagged.

“God what a weirdo. Why do the hot ones have to be creeps,” Esme whined. You weren't not paying attention to your newly acquired friend. Instead, you were more focused on why Mr. Brando kept staring at you in such an eerie way. Shaking your head to remove the bothersome thoughts, you continued walking to your next class.

Your next few classes weren’t that bad and some were pretty enjoyable. So now, you are heading out to have lunch with your husband.

“How was the first part of the day?” asked Jotaro. Feeling a small shudder shoot through your body, you looked at your husband with a slightly disturbed face.

“Well, I have a creepy Microbiology teacher. He stares at me a lot and says if I need any help ask him.”

“Who’s your Microbiology teacher,” Jotaro asked with his grip tightening around his plastic fork. Staring at his fist, you responded with the name that your husband dreaded the most. In just a matter of seconds, the fork snapped in half and the gaze from your husband made you shrink back a little. “If he does anything, and I mean anything, you tell me alright?”. With a nod, you continued to eat and talk about the rest of your classes she had so far.

Once finished, you kissed your husband goodbye and went to your second to last class. Entering the room of organic chemistry. Sighing, you decided to sit in the front so she could get to the door faster. ‘I can’t wait for my next class,’ smiling to yourself closed and closing your eyes imagining what might happen. A few scenarios were bad and some were good. Though she was just going to have to wait patiently.

“Hello class, I am Mr. Kakyoin. I will be your organic chemistry teacher this year,” a familiar voice said. Looking up, your eyes widened at the sight of your teacher.

“Noriaki?” you asked. The said person turned towards you with wide eyes and a smile.

“Y/N! It's good to see you! Let’s talk after class.” Nodding in response, you quickly started to engage in the lesson.

'My willpower to stay awake is scampering away... this is so boring.' You thought with disinterest. "And that concludes our lesson for today. Any questions?" Mr. Kakyoin finished with a smile. Noting the silence, he looked around to see almost his whole class looked bored. Sighing to himself, Mr. Kakyoin looked towards the class and said, “Just wait for the bell I guess.” Once the bell has rung, all the students except yourself have left the room to go to their next class. Walking over to Mr. Kakyoin’s desk, you grinned widely.

“It’s been so long Kakyoin!” Getting up from his seat, Kakyoin made his way towards you and gave you a tight hug.

“Y/N, we’ve been friends for years, call me by my first name.” Chuckling to yourself, you nodded in response. “So how have you been anyways?”

“Pretty good. I’m majoring in Veterinary Science. I would have gone to college sooner, but I had Jolyne earlier than expected… But I’m happy she’s here regardless. A bundle of joy is what she is! Anyways how about you Noriaki,” you rambled. Chuckling to himself, Noriaki responded, “You still haven’t changed huh Y/N? Still a rambler. I have been well, I’m married with a child on the way.” Eyes widening, you grab onto Noriaki in excitement, “Congratulations Noriaki! I’m so happy for you! How many months?”

“She’s about 4 months in.” The conversation continued on for what felt like hours before both realized you had to leave. “Here let me write you a pass. I had fun talking to you.”

“Thank you Noriaki, here take my number. We need to hang out more. Bye bye!” You responded before rushing off to find your next to class.

Finally making it, you stepped inside and saw what you have been the whole day to see. Your stoic husband.

“Why are you here?” Jotaro asked. Giggling to yourself you respond cheerfully, “This is my last clas….”

“Why are you late?” Feeling irked by being cut off, you respond again but this time with slight irritation, “I was talking with another teacher.”

“Yare Yare, take a seat.” Listening to the simple order, you sit down in a seat next to a cute looking girl in the front. You sadly, missed the first half of the lesson meaning you were already behind. ‘Great… I’m most likely gonna have an earful after this class,’ you thought to yourself. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turn to see the girl you decided to sit next to you staring at you intensely.

“Um, can I help you?” You whispered.

“I don’t know how you guys know each other? but I want to let you know that he’s mine.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded in response before paying attention to the lesson. ‘Damn my husband and god-like appearance.’

Another class that was a bore to be in.

“Does anyone have any questions?” Jotaro asked. Once again, a silence room of college students was what he received in response. Sighing in response, he waved them off and waited for the bell.

Once the bell had rung, everyone except you once again had left for the day. While you were still packing up, you jumped slightly to hands slamming down on your desk.

“Why the hell are you in my class?”

“Calm down Joots, I just chose this class because I need another credit…. and maybe because I wanted to see my husband at the end of the day…” Sighing in response, your husband looked at you before heading towards his desk and grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. “Waaaaah wait for me Joots!” You run out of the room only to bump into a muscular chest.

“Yare Yare, let’s just go home.”

Heading towards the car, you both get into your respectable seats and head home. The car ride was silent, but you can tell your husband is still not so thrilled about you being in his class. But knowing you, trying to change your mind to choose a different class would be feeble.

Once home, you both entered the house and was immediately greeted with a big hug.

“Welcome home mommy and daddy!” exclaimed Jolyne. Smiling brightly you hugged Jolyne back before walking towards the living room seeing Anastasia with Jolyne’s homework on the coffee table completed.

“Welcome home Mr. and Mrs. Kujo.”

“Thank you, how was Jolyne?” You asked.

“Oh she was wonderful. An absolute sweetheart. By the way, I have made dinner and it’s in the kitchen if you want to eat.” Thanking her once more you head upstairs to your shared bedroom to drop off your school stuff and sit on your bed exhausted. Hearing the bedroom door open, you see your husband standing there as exhausted as you.

“Look Joots, I’m sorry about me being in your class, but I'm not changing classe….”

“I'm not going to give you an advantage because you're my wife. I hope you know that.” Huffing in annoyance you respond with a quick yeah.

‘This is going to be harder than I thought.’

This is honestly pretty old and im probably going heavily edit it but i hope you enjoy the first part of this story.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25,

Summary: After an intense argument and a forced-to-share-the-bed situation during their junior year decathlon trip, Peter and the Reader examine their faults and failings. As they attempt to fix their mistakes and improve their friendship, that friendship quickly begins to evolve into something else.

Slow burn fic in which all characters are included and their dynamics explored; multiple character POVs.

Betas: @girl-tips-from-satan and @fanboyswhereare-you

A/N: This isn’t my favorite chapter, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year and I figured if I don’t post it now, I’ll never move on to the next. Additionally, as always, I live for feedback. 😉

Without further ado,

Then Again Part 26:

(Words: 2,825)

The bus ride will probably get boring soon, or at least as long as the girls stay asleep, but even as quiet as it is, it’s almost a perfect morning. Being early (around 6:00, I think?), there’s barely any light except street lamps and car lights, but some of the clouds on the right have caught a pretty bluish purple tinge. It reminds me of that Rainbow Fish book Aunt May used to read to me as a kid. To make it better, the morning air is chilly enough that the driver turned the heaters on low so it’s wrapped-in-a-blanket-while-it-snows warm in here. Although that also might be why, apart from general dirt and old gum, the strongest smell on the bus is salty grease— since the nearest heater is under the seat Flash spilled french fries and chicken nuggets in yesterday. It could be worse, though. I mean, it’s not necessarily a bad smell and the traffic isn’t horrible. It’s not the best, but it could definitely be louder and a lot slower. The field of flowing red tail lights ahead of us is oddly comforting, like a snail-slow pasture of mechanical color. 

All in all, it’s a pretty cozy start for a dreaded five hour bus ride. It’s giving me quiet time to think. So that’s where I’m at. Or should be. I got some stuff organized in my head last night even if I keep getting distracted now. Well, it was more like a couple hours ago, since I wasn’t able to get to sleep for so long after we said goodnight. But anyway, I’m trying to focus. It’s just hard, even with both of them sleeping.

From my and Ned’s spot behind them, watching the girls’ heads gently shake and bump against each other as the bus shudders through potholes is kind of calming. They seem so peaceful from this angle, like two people who’ve never pranked me and Ned to the point we were nearly suspended, or kept us awake and annoyed by asking paradoxical hypothetical questions because they know how Ned and I will argue for days if we don’t agree on an answer, or anything else like that. It’s like finding two mischievous cats sleeping, curled up on a chair. It’s easier to appreciate them when they aren’t causing chaos. But it’s not that hard to appreciate them when they are anyway.

Though Ned and I won’t admit it when they’re fully awake, seeing their heads smack into the seat in front of them each time the bus lurched to a halt at stoplights (during the first ten minutes after they’d fallen asleep) was funnier than it should’ve been. Even knowing then that we wouldn’t mention it later didn’t stop us from exchanging silent laughs when they leaned back up, muttering unintelligible complaints before settling their heads back onto one another. For the last couple stoplights before the highway, at least, we decided to be better friends. We both stood up with one leg on the floor and one knee on our own seat so we could easily hold their foreheads back each time it happened. Again, I wouldn’t admit this out loud, even to Ned, but it’s a little bit funny that Ned was a split second slower than me, so while I kept catching MJ’s head before the stop, he half-smacked Y/N’s forehead, like a really-close-to-the-floor basketball dribble, and made a wincing face each time. A lot of times. But it did stop her from colliding with the seat, and she didn’t wake up or complain. 

As nice as it is with them and almost everyone else sleeping through the dark, quiet first hour of the bus trek back to New York, I am excited for her and MJ to wake up. Whenever that is. I’ve missed them. 

But anyway, I really need to focus. God. I’m not doing a great job of that this morning. Apparently. So I’m focusing now. It’s like Ned said. I need to be honest with myself. 

Okay. 

Alright. 

No distractions. 

I’m going to set myself straight now, before we get back, so I can make a game plan and be more decisive and make less mistakes. Fewer? Yeah, fewer mistakes. She’s told me that half a dozen times this since she read that grammar book last summer. But that’s not important.

If I’m being honest... I think I’ve avoided the real possibility that things could work out between us because it felt too risky. And I make some dumb, impulsive choices. So that’s saying a lot. If she said no, what’s the worst that could happen? May and Ned have been asking me that for months, and it’s been so frustrating. The answer should be obvious. The worst thing wouldn’t be the rejection, it’d be if it made her uncomfortable and she broke off our friendship. Or, even if she stuck around, if our friendship changed and I had to watch her get more and more distant, knowing it was my fault and nothing would ever go back to normal. 

Those were the worst — and, I thought, most probable — possibilities. For months I’ve been certain that if anything changed, everything would, and it’d all go to shit. So I kept dodging it. And dodging her before the trip. But, then, things did change this weekend. Things are changing. We fought, and it was super shitty and awful and a total nightmare fiasco, but we made up. And she seemed almost as relieved as me when we did. Now we even have this pact about spending more time together. I know it’s officially only in the name of friendship, but something’s… different. I feel it, and I think she does too. And it doesn’t seem bad. That’s the craziest part. I mean, she even kissed me last night. On the cheek, but still. “Keep it.” Maybe May’s not ridiculous: she really might feel the same way. 

I’ve been texting her this morning, actually. Aunt May. I had to admit that I’m happy she forced me to do the forehead kiss thing last night. As annoyed as I was that she and Ned ganged up on me like that, I can’t dispute the results. She kissed me! Kind of. (To be fair, she did hit my mouth a little bit even if it was an accident.) At first it made me wonder if she heard any of Ned’s shout-comments before I could turn the t.v. up to cover what he was saying. But I doubt it. Even if she felt the same way, I know her too well to think she wouldn’t freak out more and enough that it’d be noticable. Yeah, no, I’d definitely have been able to tell if she’d heard him saying things like, “Nobody’s saying you have to tell her that you googled the probability of high school sweethearts getting married that time she saved your ass on that Bronte essay, but yeah, Aunt May’s right! Just ask her to come over and either talk to her or do the hair/forehead thing!” Anyway, May’s on board with her coming over a lot this week and next week and giving us some space. So are Ned and MJ. Ned said they agreed on giving us two weeks (starting tomorrow) without them hanging out after school. And who knows, if the dance goes really well, maybe it’ll be normal for us to hang out, just us, without the whole group. Because… well, I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. 

I’ll admit, they’re the best friends I could ever have. All three of them. 

And it’s nice to have them all here now, Ned to my left and the girls in front of us. It’s even nicer to be outside of class or the city or crazy study sessions and have had a short breather from all that (despite the shitshow before we smoothed things over and could enjoy it). To be somewhere chill together. Yesterday and today probably feel even better because the last few days, or even weeks… no— months, if I’m being honest— have had me in a kind of less than happy place. But that’s over now. We’re all here and things are finally good. I just wish the girls would wake up, especially since Ned’s back on his phone. Again. 

Yesterday, everybody hung out for most of the afternoon, but being in the whole decathlon group isn’t the same as just being the four of us. Or two. 

Speaking of two— Ned being away during this next week or two is going to make everything so… unfiltered. New. Without his interference and being able to talk to him as often as normal, it’ll mostly just be her and me. Nobody to distract attention or blame stuff on or help me out when I’m doing something dumb (which is often). Like, for example, last night when I maybe let my excitement get the better of me and I might’ve jumped on the bed and thrown a pillow that accidentally broke the lamp on the nightstand. While I don’t really think writing that “Bill Mr. Harrington” note with the school’s address was Ned’s best idea, it helped me not care too much, enough that I didn’t do something dumber like actually tell Mr. Harrington. It might come back to bite us, though. Still, he was genuinely helpful this morning when Flash showed up too. 

While we were hanging out in the girls’ room waiting for them to finish packing, there was a knock on the door. I figured it was Mr. Harrington about to yell at me and Ned for the broken lamp, so I motioned to Ned to shut up and move closer to the head of the bed we were already sitting on where, courtesy of the wall between the bedroom and bathroom, he wouldn’t be able to see us as long as he stayed by the doorway. MJ gave us an odd glance before she got up to answer it. Her annoyed, “What are you doing here?” didn’t immediately disqualify Mr. Harrington, but the sound of Flash’s voice saying, “I, uh, brought you guys some muffins,” made me tense at the first syllable.

“The free muffins they give us for breakfast?”

MJ’s dripping sarcasm nearly made me laugh even though I couldn’t see her, but Y/N turning from her suitcase and walking over to join them killed it still in my throat. 

“Nope,” he said. “They’re fancy muffins from a bakery a few miles away.”

I wanted to roll my eyes out of my skull.

She may not like him, but that doesn’t mean I was wrong about him being into her. What a dumb way to impress someone. “Fancy muffins.”

“Expensive?” MJ asked. Even without seeing her face, I could tell she was giving him the squint death stare. It’s scary to have to respond to that face if you don’t know what the right answer is.

“Yes, especially with the delivery fee,” he said, sounding prepared for the question, “but they’re from a small local place, not a chain, which I figured you guys would appreciate. Actually, I think you’d like the woman who owns it, she was super grouchy and hard to convince.”

“Convince?”

“They don’t normally deliver at 5 in the morning.”

“Oh, so you thought you could just—”

“What kind did you get?” 

That’s one of the things I like about Y/N. She knows how to manage tempers and when to jump in; she has Flash and MJ down to a science. In that moment, though, I wanted MJ to fire her most confrontational questions at him with no mercy.

“Well, they’re all apology muffins—” I heard MJ scoff. Exactly. She gets it. “But I got blueberry, chocolate, obviously, coffee, cranberry orange, maple, I think that one has chicken in it or something, and banana nut.”

Ned and I turned towards each other with silent smirks at the last one. It’s a dumb joke, but under normal circumstances we’d never resist—

“Cool. Since you’ve brought so many, you can come in.”

Sometimes MJ drives me up the wall. This was one of those times. 

I mentally took back my agreement with her scoff.

The three of them came into the room, and for a couple seconds, Flash didn’t see us. The girls were closer to the window than they were to the wall and the bed Ned and I were sitting on, and he didn’t look behind him. Until MJ pointed us out directly.

“You can give them some too,” she said, her expression bordering on smug. “Apology muffins, right?”

Flash froze for a second. I straightened my back. Neither Ned or I said anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “Of course.”

Surprisingly, he shook his shoulders like a bug just buzzed by his head and walked over, opening a giant rectangle of a box up to us. 

“Take however many you guys want.”

I stared at him, not moving. Nobody flinched. Then I realized he was tapping the side of the box with his thumb. Not in an asshole come on, hurry up way, but in an anxious way. Just as I started to reach toward the box, Y/N asked:

“Why’d you get so many of the coffee ones?”

Flash looked away at just the right second. 

Did I technically cave first by reaching into the box? Yes. But did anyone see? No.

Although, I guess he technically caved by offering us the muffins in the first place. Ha. All the same, I took a blueberry one. 

“They’re my dad’s favorite. I wanted to surprise him, you know? But I can’t even get a hold of.... Um, are your guys’ parents going to pick you up when we get there, or are you actually staying for school?”

“Staying.”

“All of you?” 

He looked around to ask all of us, even me and Ned. We all nodded. When he looked at me, though, his eyes twitched. It’s a face I’ve gotten a lot before. He realized he said parents. 

“You said these are orange cranberry?” Ned asked, pointing. 

Flash nodded. 

“They’re solid, though the banana nut ones are probably the best.”

As I said, under normal circumstances, like if one of the girls had said it, I would’ve laughed right then, but I’m not used to laughing around Flash. Ned, who usually follows that same rule, shook his head and grinned, if a little bit... nervously?

“Hell no!” he said, pretending to be mildly outraged. “I’m not eating banana-bust-a-nut muffins.”

A second surprise: Flash tilted his head and paused, clearly as stunned to be told a joke by Ned as the rest of us were to witness it— and laughed. So did everyone else. It was only for a few seconds, like literally three quick seconds, but for the first time for as long as I can remember, all of us were laughing with Flash. It stopped almost as soon as it started. 

Tension crept back in soon so he left pretty quickly after that with an awkward, “See you guys in a few.” Thank god. 

The girls finished tidying their room and going over the homework that’s due today (which we did last week since we knew we’d never get it done on the trip), before forcing me and Ned into the hallway so Mr. Harrington wouldn’t need to check our room for us and potentially find the broken lamp. 

And then, pretty soon, we ended up on the warm bus, loaded in with everyone else. It seemed like everybody but Ned and I were too quiet and sleepy and squinty to be able to talk much before dozing off or staring blankly out the window or scrolling social media on their phones, the latter two options leading to the first in most cases. At this point, I think Ned, Flash, and I are the only ones still awake. 

I’m going to work at tolerating him. As long as he doesn’t cross any lines with anybody from now on, I won’t bait him either. (Admittedly, I’ve been guilty of that, especially recently.) I mean, his comment about his dad was hard to miss. And even when he said it, it wasn’t a shock. Everyone in our grade at some point has had to listen to Flash’s rambling excuses for his parents ignoring or forgetting to show up for school events. Maybe being a dick is just hereditary for him. Or a family tradition. 

I don’t remember how I got so off track. Where was I before? Oh yeah. Risk. Possibilities. The almost-worst case scenario that turned out not so bad. It’s been a messy weekend with plenty of re-evaluating, but the point is simple: I think I’ve got to give a few new things a try, and I’m excited to have a chance over the next couple weeks.

Next update: God only knows.

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[jade-of-mourning]

theformat wrote, "im floating with the birds im talking to the weeds look what youve done to me"

in which i spontaneously take several hours to translate nate’s awfully punctuated commentary on dog problems into Comprehensive English Words. partially so i can write my stupid essay on it for fun. but yes here you go, 4.2k words from a 2006 livejournal archive that i managed to snatch out of two saves. here’s a link if you want to read it from the source, but i’ll have you know it’s a nightmare. early 2000′s nate ruess learn how to type properly challenge.

theformat wrote,

[@ 2006-5-18 18:44:00]

"im floating with the birds im talking to the weeds look what youve done to me"

Hi,

Sitting on my couch, watching ESPN. Damn, it’s good to be home. Things have been pretty crazy the last 6 months. As a lot of you know, we were dropped by our label — we went and recorded a new record, labels became interested, [and] we decided to release it ourselves. We went on tour, and now I’m [...] home for the next week: my first week off in six months. What do I do? 

Well, my roommate and I got memberships to the YMCA down the street from our house. It’s an amazing place. Downtown Phoenix is pretty much an amazing place. It’s not like the rest of the state — speaking of which, I’m declaring war on Scottsdale, it’s the opposite of Downtown Phoenix.

Anyways, so I wake up at 9am every morning. I don’t know what it is, really — I’ve been a "pro" musician for about 3 years now, [and] we are supposed to wake up at 11 or 12. I know some dudes that wake up at 1, but no; since I’ve been home the last few days, I’ve been going to bed at 1 and waking up at 9. My roommate has a job, [so] I think it has to do with that. 

See, there are 3 showers total in our house. I have the big bedroom, so I have the big shower, [and] since I’ve been off on tour and recording, he has gotten used to the nice shower in my room (Which is fine — anyone that’s gotten close to me knows I’m not too fond of showers, so it’s not like I use it that much). So every morning around 8:45, I wake up to my door opening and my roommate going through my room to use the shower. 

You know what it’s like when you’re half asleep but you want to act like you’re awake so as not to freak someone out with all the crazy babble, but you just end up saying all the same crazy babble? I do that every morning. I turn and look at him and try to act like I wasn’t just dreaming about tootsie rolls and parrots that shatter like glass. "Hey [Roommate's Name], that was some game last night" [is what usually] comes out of my mouth — something to that extent — and I think he feels sorry for me, but continues to walk right into my bathroom, and use the shower. 

At this point, I’m awake. I usually have to pee, and I have to then use his restroom. It’s a terrible swap, and it always ends with me wide awake on my front porch (har har) smoking a cigarette and wondering how the hell I’m gonna fall back asleep when the air conditioning is broken. Ah, what a wonderful life at home, [but] that’s the weird thing — I love it. Now we wake up and we go to the [YMCA]. We run, we play basketball, we jump in the pool, we play pool basketball, we get yelled at for dunking the ball. We don’t use soap before we go into the sauna, and the night usually ends with a poker tournament. This is the life I love to live when I’m away from the road. It too is the opposite of Scottsdale. It’s who I am, [and] it’s pretty much who I’ve become.

See, for the last 23 years, it’s been about the highs and the lows for me. I’ve got an addictive personality, [so] I stay away from a lot of things because of this; however, when I find things, I get generally excited. I go crazy. It’s all I think about and all I do for the next howeverlong. For the first 23 years, it was either talking non-stop or locking myself in my room. It’s either great or terrible; not good or bad. Dog Problems changed that.

Initially, Dog Problems was supposed to be that — the original concept of Dog Problems was to be 2 sides of music, the first half taking over where Interventions [+ Lullabies] had left off: "We'll be together in the morning…"

We weren’t, in fact. We were over before Interventions was even released. We were over two weeks after it was recorded, [and] I spent the next 2 years feeling terrible. We got back together… we broke up… we got dogs… we broke up… we got back together and got dogs…

I was still miserable, but I wanted Dog Problems to get me through everything. I wanted it to help me, not anyone else — just me. The first side was supposed to be me down in the dumps [and] everything that went down: how the two of us were dealing with it differently, [and] the second half was supposed to be a realization.

The first inkling of realization was a day [when] we were on tour. We were all laughing about something I’m sure Marko or Adam said. Here I was supposed to be depressed, but the fact that I can spend all of my days in different states with my best friends, all of us doing what we love — that was major! Then my mom called… I’ve got my parents! My friends! What else could I possibly need?

At that point, I felt as if a relationship in a Michael Bolton sort of way didn’t mean anything. It was the people you surrounded yourself with — those were the people that made the difference, and that was going to be side two. I was convinced that when I just closed my eyes and thought about the wonderful people around me, I was going to be great. Not good, [but] great.

I didn’t get that far, no. I got back into the relationship. 

I was sure it was going to work. At that point, life would be perfect, and we all want perfection right? [But] things went right back to far from perfect. Things went to terrible. I couldn’t stop feeling sorry for myself, but I had a concept. At that point, I figured that even by singing and recording these positive songs I was going to feel better, so Sam showed me what was then just a short acoustic guitar version of Snails.

This was it. This was my first chance to prove to myself that life can be beautiful. The thing is, I had never been more miserable. I remember writing the lyrics to Snails: my roommate was at work, I was on the bed, on my night stand was a giant bottle of booze, and somewhere off in California she wasn’t calling me back on a Friday night. So I went to work, listened [to it] over and over. I wanted to get it right; I wanted to be positive. I passed out, then I woke up the next morning [with a] big headache (P.S. drinking is not really that cool; it’s cool when you condemn it for the first 22 years of your life, then it becomes not cool, then it becomes ok when you moderate yourself) and I started writing everything positive I could think of. [...] Snails was, in Sam’s mind, supposed to be a 2 minute kid’s song, [but] I wrote so much that there was no going back. I thought that was it — Snails solved all of my problems.

It didn’t get that far either. Nothing could shake the depression, [and] I really started to worry about myself. Here I want to feel great, but I only feel terrible, [and] a few months later it got really really bad. I had to go to my parents house that night, I didn’t want to be at my house. I wanted to feel like a kid.

It’s funny how we always want to be adults when we're younger. We want to drive cars, we want to have girlfriends. I still didn’t consider myself an adult — all I wanted was to come home, be tucked in, know that everything was going to be alright. I woke up the next day [and found out] she met someone new. I’ve got to figure myself out…

In the meantime, we've got 4 songs we are recording over at our friend Aaron’s house (he is an amazing producer and [...] musician, and his house and his roommates have gotten me through a lot of tough times. They’re some of the only people I know who would rather spend their Saturdays getting dinner and watching a movie instead of going to a party. I like that). All of this turmoil in my relationship was going on at the time, and I was trying to write side two [but] I couldn’t. There was more fuel to side one. These songs have to be done, so I wrote about what I knew, and at that point I knew how to feel terrible.

So much for side two. Dog Problems is going to be one giant mess of depression and "look what you’ve done to me".

Atlantic got those four songs, as well as a few others. They were not psyched, to say the least, but some people at the label actually cared about it enough to say "go record". So we were able to pick our producer, we met with a few people, talked to a few more. Things were looking up. Dog Problems was going to happen. 

I remember meeting Steve McDonald at his house — Sam and I were excited to be [there] because we knew his wife Anna would probably be there. Anna was the lead singer/songwriter for a band we used to obsess about called "That Dog", her brother was one of the ten drummers in the world that I actually liked, so Steve couldn't be so bad. And he wanted to produce our record, so he had to be pretty cool! 

He was just that, and more. Sam and I were eating every word that came out of his mouth. He had stories; he was young, hip, energetic, and yet very all knowing. We saw someone that was going to let us do whatever we wanted to do, and in the meantime he was going to make us laugh and make sure we didn't lose our minds. From that point on, I knew there was someone I could always trust. I made a friend pretty quick.

Things were moving forward. Steve McDonald was to be the producer. I hated Los Angeles so there was no way in hell I was going to record there, [so] we decided Palm Springs would be perfect. Weird, but perfect. I had a phone conversation with Steve that night and we were finalizing everything. I was going to call Atlantic in the morning and let them know just how everything was going to work, [but] I didn't get that far.

I was sleeping in a blowup bed at the house when my phone rang. I didn’t wake up and answer like it was my roommate and he was coming into my room to use my shower, [because] this call felt different. Right away, I was awake.

It was our manager: "You’ve been dropped." 

When I heard that, the first thought going through my mind wasn’t "Oh man...how are we going to be famous now and make boat loads of money?" It was more like "fuck...but Dog Problems. We were supposed to go make Dog Problems."

The thing is, Atlantic wasn’t into Dog Problems. They were into whatever it was they thought we were. Never had The First Single made more sense — what was supposed to be a song about getting the band started and doing something with it had actually turned into a song about how stuck we were in the labels eyes because of the song. I was past that; we're proud of something we wrote when we were 19 and 20, but when I think of music, I think of progression. 

I think of all of the wonderful records I had been introduced to when I had nothing to do riding in a van. I think of all of the new influences, all the instruments, all of the "How did they do that?" And I think of how much it gets me through everything.

Music has been the consecutive[ly] great[est] thing in my life. It’s been that one thing, and with Dog Problems, it wasn’t about "I want everyone to sing along because I can write a catchy song." It was about feeling. It was paying tribute to all of the bands that we obsessively listened to. It was for Harry Nilsson and Van Dyke Parks, it was for Jellyfish and XTC. It was our way of saying thanks for making our lives better, whether it be lyrically or musically. It was never about being something, being told something, and sticking to something. It was an adventure, for the artist and for the listener.

[And] they didn't get that. They wanted the old record, the old songs, just with different words and a few different chords here and there. They didn’t care about Snails or Dog problems [or] what it meant to write those songs. They knew it wasn't going to be huge; the guitars were not big enough (if big guitars are your thing that’s fine, it’s just not really our thing right now); it wasn’t going to be competitive, and so they dropped us. And rightfully so: we weren’t going to change, and obviously the major label business is never going to change, [so] now it comes down to who goes down first. And we weren’t ready to go down.

Sam and I had conversations about it, whether the business end of things have been fucking with us so much that we'll never be sane enough to just enjoy it. We thought about getting out — it wasn’t [be]cause we hated each other, or the songs; it was because we hated the business.

Steve called to let us know that he was still onboard, label or not, [and] we let him know we were still on board. We were going to make this record, [and] I was going to feel great! But the record was going to cost something. How could we afford it? 

We were lucky that we had a management company like Nettwerk. Not only are they the most forward-thinking music business people around, [but] they’re also (for the most part) Canadian. Oh, and they care a shit load about the music we make. They could have waited for the ship to sink, but they told us they would pay for the record if need be. Fortunately, we were able to get money for getting dropped — Atlantic actually paid us to leave, so we could afford the recording ourselves. The only stipulation was that it had to be done quicker, and when you want something quick, you have to go to the "right here, right now" capitol of the world: Los Angeles. I was a little irked at the thought at first, then Steve said it was his personal goal to make LA a wonderful city for me. Like I said, I would jump off a cliff if Steve said it was the best way to get coffee, but I wasn’t jumping off of cliffs. I was too excited to make Dog Problems, [so] LA it was.

Sam and I moved to the "Silver Palace" in Silverlake California in the middle of December. We found an amazing studio in Burbank, California and an amazing engineer in Ken Sluiter, and our goal was to just do everything free from a record label and someone constantly messing up the recording process by saying things like "that’s not high octave enough". The only pressure we had at all was from our manager saying "You have a tour you accepted in March, [so] get it done by then.” Other than that, it was me, Sam, Steve, and Ken working 13 hours a day for 6 days a week.

It became our lives we were putting so much of ourselves into. Everyone that worked and played on the record was the same way when they were there contributing. I would leave the studio at 2 in the morning and wake up at 10 to be at the studio by 11. There was no free time — the four of us were so invested in this. We all bought into the concept. 

In the meantime, things outside of the studio were getting interesting. We had a lot of labels calling and constantly asking about it. During one week of recording, I remember at least 3 different label people coming down to the studio. Our minds weren’t made up as to what we were doing with the record once it was recorded — all we wanted to do was finish it — but we kept our options open and let people sit in the big chair and listen to what we had been working on. The response was overwhelmingly positive, but we didn’t really think about it too much beyond the compliments we were receiving. Sam and I got used to LA — I was 10 minutes away from where I had been the previous summer when I was back "on" in my “on and off" relationship. I was ten minutes from her, she was calling every day, I was singing about it… but how was it not getting to me? Why did I not care?

My phone was off. I woke up in Silverlake one morning and started wondering why for the last month I had a smile on my face. Sure, I was down at times, but the thing that had been bringing me down for 3 years was now the last thing on my mind. Apparently, it had been that way for awhile. Something that took 3 years to get over… I was finally just okay with it. No big realization — just the fact that things happen. People make mistakes. And I came out of it alright. I was good; not great… I was good, and that felt good.

I wasn’t looking for great anymore. I was okay. The last song on Dog Problems is all about that. Here, this record was supposed to be the downs, and the ups, and it ended with the middle: the realization that I don’t need to be talking; I don’t need to be locked in my room — I need to enjoy what’s going on around me. And if things go wrong, they go wrong. There’s always tomorrow.

Dog Problems means so much to me in so many different ways. I’ve never been more proud of anything in my life. I cried so many times during the making of the record. All the money I had spent on therapy, and all I had to do was go make a record, realize that I’m alright, and realize that I made something that I’ll forever be proud of.

Shit… the record was supposed to be about how California can change you for the worse, [but] it played a huge part in doing the opposite!

So as we were putting the finishing touches on the record (all our friends came in and recorded! A ton of people we admired came and worked on the record! All of their responses were so positive that it's hard not to get an ego about it. These are the people I worship. They’re the ones I wanted to pay tribute to, and they think we've made something unique and special. It’s like Michael Jordan telling you that you have a nice jump shot (no more sports references… I swear I’m done)) and we started to think about what we were going to do with it. How we were going to release it. Labels were getting pretty into it, and we knew we would have to make a decision soon.

After much debate and discussion, we decided that the record was something we had made completely on our own, so why not release it completely on our own? Nettwerk was going to take care of the distribution so it would have a major label distro. It would be inside all of the Best Buys; what more did we want? We didn’t want a big fat check — we did that last time. It made us miserable, and nothing came out of it. Barely anyone at the labels helped us, we weren’t making music videos, our songs weren’t on the radio, so why would we take their criticism? After all, everything that we’ve done — any success we’ve had is from being real people who make music. From showing up to play, from 3 years on the road. 

On Interventions [+ Lullabies], there might have been an Elektra logo on the back of the record, but it ended right there. We were the ones SHOWING people who we were. I wouldn’t have it any other way — no one knows us better than ourselves, so why not release it ourselves? To me, it’s not only a testament to the hard work we put into the band (Mike, Don, Marko, Toco, everyone else involved in putting these songs to life — you guys are the best thing we have. It’s pretty special when your best friends are some of the most talented musicians), but I really feel like the people who come to our shows are such good people that they don’t give a fuck what label it’s on.

They are there because we are doing something positive, and because we care about them as much as they care about us. So for the time being we've said "fuck the middleman": we're the only people we can blame at this point. I’m so tired of even talking about major labels and the split and everything like this. The music is the only thing I care about. Dog Problems is the only thing I care about, so why let someone else ruin it?

The Vanity Label was born.

The record got finished. We had no time to rehearse, and we had to go right back out to tour. Our first show before the Motion City Soundtrack tour was in Nashville — I remember the last time we were in Nashville, there were about ten kids. Reuben’s accomplice kept asking them why they hate whales, so we figured why not go there and get some of the rust out of the way. After all, we haven't toured in a year so there should be like 3 kids there; we can mess up if need be.

Unfortunately, we were not allowed to mess up. On a Sunday night in Nashville, with Ted Leo playing across the street (I <3 Ted), our first headlining show outside of Arizona in almost a year was over sold out. What the fuck happened? 

We thought we were going to have to play for another 3 years just to get back to where we were when we left, and yet it’s sold out on a Sunday night? It didn’t end there either — the whole tour went like that… night after night ("nite after nite?"). I couldn't believe it. As if having Dog Problems wasn’t enough, now we have people showing their support in the most positive way: coming to the shows, being there from the only thing they knew before. Those two months were such good months. It was the last thing I expected. Thanks so much to all the bands that played with us, and thanks so much for everyone that came to the shows and sang along. We'll be back in July.

In the meantime, things were going great on the Vanity Label front. Business actually felt natural. We are shooting a video with the directors we had always dreamed of doing a video with (it won’t be serious...no pouty face). There were magazines like AP and online magazines like AP taking notice, supporting the whole idea and concept. We actually took press photos. I’ve never been through any of this before, it’s exciting. I don’t think it’s going to change who we are, not one bit, but it’s still exciting to see people who can help out actually help out.

So where does that leave me now? Sitting on my bed. I’ve rambled for hours, the air still doesn't work, and I’ve been told that Dog Problems (something that isn't supposed to come out till July) has been leaked. Not the best news when you just got out of the pool, but it happens. I freaked out at first — I thought I was going to lock myself in my room. After all, this is something that we spent over two years making. It’s something that you have to take the time… listen to in headphones… play loud… listen to in order of the tracks… the artwork… Sam did the best artwork he has ever done. The packaging is something we paid extra for because Sam’s concept was so brilliant, and now… it’s leaked on the internet? I was locking my door, then our manager called.

"Hello?" 

"We're releasing it on the website today." 

"Wow."

So, here goes. You’ve read enough. I shouldn’t have to go on about it anymore, but I will say, if you wanna wait for the full hard copy release then do so. It’s July 11 — we are gonna be touring right after that — but if you want to get it now,.please do it by purchasing it right here. We released it, it’s our money, it’s our little baby — you should take the time to listen to it all the way through, free of distraction. You should turn the songs into your own. It’s an adventure, and it’s something that we put everything we have into; and if anyone deserves it first, it’s you guys who have been here with us all along.

Without further ado...

"Dog Problems"

- Nate

[bakugous-bakahoe]

A Wonderful Birthday  (Bakugou x reader x Momo)

Hello, Sorry that I haven't been posting my fic has much I started Uni, it’s getting a bit difficult. But never the less I will keep writing, and a friend of mine gave me the idea to write this. So, thank you very much.

STRAP IN BECAUSE IT’S A LONG BITCH 

Masterlist

Bakugou x Reader x Momo Smut

Warning: Threesome, oral (male receiving), The devils tango.

April 20th

That was the date that was looming over my head like a guillotine. I didn't know what to do... I wanted to do something special, but nothing too flashy.

So, now I'm here. Sitting on the the sofa of our shared apartment with my best friend, Momo, drinking some wine.

"Momo, what am I going to do!" I questioned.

"Well, what exactly do you want to do?" She said has she took a sip of her wine.

"I wanna do something sexy, but something that he will never forget." I said with a smile. She looked at me with a small smile.

"If you want something sexy you could try some of those crotchless lingerie, then try something you haven't done." Momo said, taking another sip and started talking again. "What have you done?"

"Well..."

"No way. How much have you guys done?!" Momo said shocked, nearly spilling a bit of her wine.

"Well, we knew that we couldn't do anything at the dorm. So, when we graduated instead of going to the after activities we decided to go on vacation to Greece. That was where our first time happened." The last sentence coming out of my mouth like a whisper.

"That's so cute!" She squealed.

"After that it was like a can of pent-up frustration was open inside of both of us. So, we kinda had sex on a couple of locations in Greece." I said scratching my cheek while I took of sip of my cup.

"OH my God, (Y/N). I knew you were dirty but damn." She said with a bit of smirk. "Have you done anal?" She asked.

"No. I want to try it when we get married."

"Nice. Then maybe you could try a threesome." Momo said innocently.

"I never thought about that." She does have a point, I never thought of doing it with Katsuki and another person.

"Well if you have a good sex life you don't have to."

"Maybe you could surprise him with that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1 week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was the day.

Today is Katsuki’s birthday. I woke up early so that I could prepare him some breakfast before he went on patrol. On queue he came out of our bedroom, wearing some grey sweatpants. Only grey sweatpants.

I stop what I was doing and gave him a hug.

"Happy 24th birthday, Katsuki."

"Thank you." He said has he kissed the top of my head. "Also don't just leave the stove on when there’s stuff cooking, idiot."

"I know! But it's on low." I moved back to the stove and he leaned onto the counter. I started to make some scrambled eggs with some bacon and toast. I turned around to put to toast the piece of bread.

"Babe, at what hour do you leave work tonight?" I said has a i turned to look at him.

"I don't know. My shift starts around 12:00. So, probably around 6 or 7, It depends on what’s gonna happen. Why?"

"Just wondering." I said with a smile while I flip the strains of bacon.

"You better not make plans for a party. All I wanna do is spend some time relaxing. This month has been fucking awful." He said, irritation bleeding out of his voice.

"Well, I have a surprise but it's not a party." That last bit caught his attention.

"Oh, really? Can you give me a hint?"

"Nope." I answered putting emphasis on P. "You are going to have to wait." I plated his food and we sat down on the table. When we finished our breakfast he started to pick up my plate but I stopped him by placing my hand on his own.

"Babe, today is your day. You're not doing anything. Go watch TV."

"I wanna help." He tsked.

"No".”

"Fine." i started to clean, while he was distracted I took out my phone and started to text, Momo.

To: Yayu-chan

'Mo, is everything in order?'

'Yeah, lingerie acquired. Your end?'

'We‘re done with breakfast. When he’s gone I'll go buy the last thing we need. Meet at my apartment around 5?'

'Okay, does he know?'

‘Nope.'

'R u sure u wanna do dis?'

'Yes. I'm kinda excited!'

I was going to text back but Katsuki started yelling at me to spend some time with him before he went off to work. We spent the morning together. I love this time when he’s just vulnerable with me. Due to him tending to his hero work all the time we haven't been spending enough time together, but these are the moments we cherish.

When the clock stroke 12, he left for work. I got dressed and went out to buy the last couple of things we needed. Today's gonna be really fun, I need everything to be ready. I went out, bought some roses and some candles. I bought caramel scented candles just to add more familiar smells at home.

When I got home it was already 3:30 p.m., needed to work fast. I started to take the petals of the rose off of the stem, then scattered them all over the bed and a bit on the side of the bed. I picked up my phone, picked Momos contact and waited for her to pick up.

"Hey, (Y/N) what's up?" She said.

"I finished setting up my things. Do you want to come over? I'll buy some food so we can eat and get ready." I asked.

"Sure, I'll be there in 30."

Okay, see ya." I hung up, then picked up my car keys and went to by some food. I bought some salads and some nuggets , then went back home. 10 minutes later I heard a knock on the door and opened it to greet Momo.

She had a pink luxurious looking bag that had tissue paper coming out of the top. I gave her a hug and we started to walk to the counter. Momo could see that I was curious of what was in the bag, before we started eating she started to open up the bag.

"I bought them yesterday and they are so pretty."

"How much did the cost, Momo!?"

"They weren't that expensive" she said calmly.

"Momo, you're doing it again."

"Okay, fine they were pretty expensive." She pulled them out. One is made out of a satin material the color was baby pink, with some ruffles at the edge of the panties. The bra is very see through and had a cute little bow in the middle.

While the other one was way more sexy, the panty, if you can call it that, is sheer at the front and just a string in the back. The bra was almost exactly the same has the bottom. The material on cover your nipple and it was tied some string, this was turning out better than I was expecting.

They both came with some cute, small, velvet robes. This was turning me on and it wasn’t even 6 yet. We decided to put them back so we could eat.After we finished eating, we spent out time talking. When we noticed that 5 was near I told Momo to take a bath so that she can be prepared first while I cleaned up.

I finished cleaning and went to the bedroom. I saw that she had finished her bath and was applying a bit of makeup. She decided to wear the pink undergarments. God, she looked more innocent than she really is. I needed for the clock to strike 6, like, right then.

I decided to go take a bath, when I got out it was already 5:50. Yes, it was almost time. I went back to the bedroom and put on the lingerie. Momo was laying on the bed checking her phone.

"By the way, Your phone was ringing when you were in the bathroom." She mentioned while I applied a bit of foundation.

"Who was it?"

"It was Bakugou, but I didn't pick it up."

"I'll call him in a bit, I need to put this on." I said while I stood up and went to the bathroom again to apply some red matte lipstick. Then I heard the door open.

"What the hell!" I heard a familiar voice.

"YAYUROZU, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE AND LIKE THAT. THIS IS MY BEDROOM." Bakugou is early, damn. I got out of the bathroom and saw that he was caught of guard by Momo in the bed. He just kept yelling, then yelled at him.

"Babe, shut up!" I yelled, that caught his attention and when he saw me he became a total dumb ass. He was speechless, he didn't know what to say or what to do. I started to walk over to him.

"What the hell are you doing? What the heck is going on?" He said.

"Well... I thought that since it's your birthday, I might as well surprise with something special." I said with a smile on my ruby lips.

"When you said surprise I thought... I don't know, like a home cooked meal, and then spending some time in the bath." He said backing away a bit.

"C'mon, Katsuki it's your birthday. I wanted to do something that you will remember." In all my years with him I've never had the experience to see him this dumbfounded. I moved closer and held one of his hands.

"I want you fuck us, Momo and I." I looked up at him. He was shocked at the words that came out of my mouth.

"Let me be more specific, I want you to rearrange our guts, fuck us until all that we could think is about cock, okay?" I said as I moved closer to his ear and placed my hand down to his crotch and started to massage it.

For the last 3 years, this was something new to us both. One of two things might be going through his head right now. First, this a one time opportunity he could take and go with it. But the second, I what the hell, isn't this like bad?

He looked at me with a half worried expression.

"Is she alright with this?"

"Momo, are you okay with having a threesome with Katsuki and I?" I asked as I turned around and face her. She had her head resting on the headboard and her legs were open but you couldn't see her pussy.

"Sure." she said.

I took Katsukis hand and sat him on a ottoman we have. When I sat him down, I told Momo to come over to where I was. Now, she was next to me, I moved a bit back and I started to put my hand on her breast.

I pull her bra down and her huge boob made it’s way out of that tiny bra. I took both of my hand and started massage her breast. I could notice that she was liking this by how she was breathing. I started to suck on the nape of her neck, taking one of my fingers and pinching her nipple.

"Ahh~" she moaned. I looked back At Katsuki, noticing that he had a hard on. This even exited me more.

"C'mon baby, you are going to miss out all the fun. Look at how great her breasts are.” I said as I kept fondling Momo’s boob.

She was starting to become a moaning mess, she took one of her hands and covered her mouth. Then I decided took one of my hand and drag it down to Momos hip. I pulled the side of her underwear and exposed some her wet pussy.

"Look at her, baby. She's already this wet." I moved my hand down to her clit and started to massage it gently.

"Don't you want some of this fun?" I said while I moved my finger in a circle motion.

"Ngh~~" Momo moaned.

"Do you want more?" I asked her.

"Y-Yes~" when she said that I moved to her front and placed her on her knees. I told her to stay there, while I moved back to the birthday boy. He was still sitting but this time he was pumping his cock on his hand. I moved his hand and pulled him up to his feet and walked over to Momo.

"Baby, do you want us to suck your dick?" I whisper to his ear. He just put his signature smirk on.

"Fuck yes." I got down to my knees to were Momo is and pull down his pants. Right in front us was his big dick. I grabbed his deck and started to pump it, Momo on the other hand was a bit shy.

"Are you sure I can?" She said to me. I just looked at her with a small smile.

"Yes, go for it." She started to suck the tip of his dick, slowly while I pumped the rest of him. I could sence that he was starting to get a bit irritated by how slow she was going so I decided to take a bit of an initiative.

"Momo, if you don't mind. Can I show you something." She stopped sucking his dick and looked at me. I took his dick and started to put it in my moth. A bit further, and a bit more, a bit more until I had swallow him. My nose was hitting his base, thank God he always shaves. Then after a few seconds, I take it out. I has huffing for air at this point.

She was surprised to say the least.

"I don't think I can do that." She said shyly 

"Do you wanna try it?" I asked her. She nodded slowly with a blush on her face. She grabbed his dick, in which he flinched a little and said.

"Can you two hurry the hell up?! So much for being my birthday."

"Let her get into the groove, baby." With that Momo started to move her to take his cock. But Bakugou, being the inpatient asshole that he his, took the back of her neck and pushed her to take him whole.

"Katsuki!" I yelled. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then pulled her away. When she was pulled away she cough a little. I asked her if she was okay and she just nodded. She looked at me and said.

"I want to do it again." She said, I just looked at Katsuki and smirked.

"Then let's get a bit rougher." With that I took the back of her neck and pushed her forward. Katsuki grabbed her her head and started to move her head backwards and forward.

"Who would have thought that a rich bitch like you would have such a good throat." He said, I looked up at him.

"Is she better than me, Sir?" I said while massaging Momo’s boobs. "Look at her boobs, their so big and giggly. She would give such a great tit job, isn't that right, Momo?" She was a gagging and moaning mess. She pulled away and moaned.

"Nhg, yeah~" Momo moaned.

"Nah, you have a way better throat." With that he took my had and shove his dick down my throat. He moves way rougher with me, he knew that I trusted him. He started to move quicker. I'm loving this. Then I started to feel a hand down at my clothe womanhood. She moved my panties to the side and started to rub circles on my clit.

His dick was hitting the back of my throat, my eyes started to water a bit. Then I felt a finger inside of me, this was way better than I was expecting. I could feel his dick twitch on the back of my throat. I started to go faster and when he was about to cum I pull away. I started to pump his dick and he came on our face. This took Momo by surprise, we both have cum all over her face. Momo was about to stand up, but I grabbed her hand and asked her. 

“Where are you going.” I asked her, with cum also on my face.

 I took my hand wand wiped the cum of her face and licked it of my finger. She just looked at me in awe, then I wiped my face and offered to her. She looked at me and them leaned forward and took my finger in her mouth. I could feel Bakugou hand on the back of my head. After that I took her hand and move her to the bed. She lays down and I lay down on top her.  

“Well, this is new.” Momo said with a blush on her face.

“Good or bad?” I asked.

“Definitely a good one.” She said has she grabbed my breast. I moaned, i look back and say. “Well, with who would you like to begin, babe?” He came closer and grabbed my hair and pulled me up so his chest was pressed against him.

“You tell me. Should I stretch your friend first or should i fuck you first so we can see if she can handle it.” He said with a smirk, I smiled and look down at her. “Let mess her up.” I said that and he let my hair go and grabbed onto Momos hips and pulled her to him. 

“Momo, are you ready?” I asked has I place one of my hands on her cheeks, she had a blush on her face.

“Yes!” With that he started to enter her slowly and stopped so that she could get adjusted to his size. She was biting her lip, I moved a pit lower and now i was faced with her breast. I took her breast in to my mouth and started sucking it, at the same time Bakugou started to moan. 

“Ahh~” Momo moaned. I took my other hand and started to play with my clit, then I felt a finger enter me and started to move. I moaned in surprise, I look back and I just see a smile on his face. This is fucking amazing, i could feel Bakugou go faster and Momo couldn’t contain her moans in anymore. 

“Mmng, fuck~~~” I moaned.

“You two are just some whore. No wonder you guys are friends.” Bakugou said.

“(Y/N)~~~ You-u we-re right~~~” Momo moaned, I looked up at her and the she said.

“He-e has a really has a good dick~~” she finished, I had a smile on my face when she said that. I went up to her and kissed her. She was surprise but she got comfortable with the kiss. I put my tongue close to her lips mentioning her to open her mouth. She was a squirming mess, I could feel that she was nearing her climax. Bakugou was fucking faster and harder and then Momo same on her dick.

“AAhhhh~~~~~” She moaned into my mouth. Bakugou pulled out of her and rammed into me.

“MNNNG~~~~~”

“Well look at you babe. Lets show Momo how much of a cum whore you are.” He said has he smacked my ass and I moaned louder. 

“Harder~~~~” He took my leg and raised me up, now he was carrying me. He started to move, I was bouncing on his dick. I started to bite one of my fingers, then I felt a mouth on my clit I looked down and i could see Momo sucking on my clit.

“Fuuuck~~~”

“Look at her Momo. Isn’t she a whore.” Bakugou said and Momo smiled and noded. He filled me up into my core I was clenching around him and with every thrust i could feel my self getting closer to my climax.

“Fuck harder~~ sir. Faster.” she started to go faster. Fuck this is way better than i expected. I want more, the he pulled out and i squirted all over Momo face. 

“So-orry, Momo” My voice trembled, I had a bit of mascara going down my face. He wasn’t done there he stuffed me again and then came inside of me. I could feel all of his cum inside on me. My eyes were rolling to the top of my head. This is so fucking good. He pulled out and some cum was leaking out of my pussy. 

“That was great, babe” He whispered in to my hear. He then placed me onto the bed and then he laid next to me. 

“Happy birthday and thank you Momo.” I said with my tired voice. I felt strong arm around me and then

 “Thank you for the Birthday present” He said and then kissed me

“No problem, (Y/N). I was fun” After that i fell asleep with cum still inside of me out of me.

[outoftownagain]

The best restaurants in Santorini, Greece

This, of course, isn't a definite list. We didn't even try a fraction of what the culinary world of Santorini has to offer and I am sure there are plenty of equally fantastic or better places. But by these 5 restaurants stood out for us and came recommended by other travelers and locals.

Hope you're not hungry!

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1. Μεταξύ Μας / Metaxi Mas 9FQ5+H2 Exo Gonia, Greece www.santorini-metaximas.gr

Metaxi Mas is a must whether you take a taxi, rent a four-wheeler, or simply walk from the charming village of Pyrgos. (We were advised very strongly against doing the latter by a very nice lady at a souvenir store: "It's not possible to walk, it's in the next village! But it is a wonderful restaurant, you must make it there regardless," she said. We did it anyway and it took about half an hour of walking downhill.) And just like pretty much everyone we spoke to about Metaxi Mas promised, it is absolutely amazing. You won't find your regular horiatiki and moussaka here, but by the time you make it here, you've most likely had enough of those and will be excited to take a quick break. You'll also have a change of view, because the cozy terrace is overlooking the airport and the less photographed side of the island, which may be slightly less iconic but gorgeous nonetheless. We started with Smoked Fish in a Chickpea Stew and the moment we tasted the dish, we knew that it would be the best meal on the island. We continued with Shrimp saganaki finished with ouzo, tomato sauce, fennel and feta cheese, which I will remember for a long time. And then, for a finale, a Spicy fried pork with Assyrtiko Santorini wine (which we were about to learn all about at a nearby winery, Santo Wines) with peppers, onion, garlic, Santorini cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and boukovo—red pepper flakes. Were we full? Of course. Did we want more? Absolutely! It was our last day on Santorini, so we knew we wouldn't have time to return to Metaxi Mas, so we asked our lovely waitress if she could suggest just one more, small dish, simply because everything was so delicious that we'd love another bite. She said that her favorite thing on the menu was Oven-baked asparagus with Cretan graviera cheese and estragon, and we thought that a little asparagus appetizer would be a perfect finishing touch to this feast. Little did we know that the "small dish" is in fact a huge plate filled with lots and lots of hot, melty, delicious cheese (with a little bit of asparagus buried deep under). It was way more than we wanted but way too delicious to leave behind and a taxi to take us to the wine tour at Santo Wines was already waiting. We might have burnt our mouths a little but we finished the asparagus and our wonderful waitress brought us a dessert packed to go because she knew we had to go. If you're in Santorini right now and looking for some delicious food, I couldn't be more jealous of you!

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2. To Psaraki Vlichada Marina, Vlichada 847 00, Greece www.topsaraki.gr

Near the southernmost tip of Santorini, at the end of Perivolos beach you'll find the charming Vlychada port. Arguably the best place to view it from (and definitely the most delicious one) is To Psaraki taverna. You'll have to drive or take a taxi there but the place is worth the trip. The actual restaurant is very nice but you really want to sit at the bright blue terrace across the street, which overlooks the port and the sea. Eating at To Psaraki feels like finding a hidden gem andt also like being on a Greek postcard at the same time.   The food is delicious and it starts from the very beginning—each table receives a bread basket and a portion of Santorini tomato paste with olive oil and oregano. (There is a tomato paste museum down the road, but it was still closed due to Covid when we visited.) We continued the feast with Fresh Greek mussels steamed with wine and spring onions (it's hard to imagine a more perfect dish to go with the view of sea and a distant smell of a seaport) after which a gorgeous Grilled Octopus arrived. Can't say that we were hungry anymore, but our main dish — fresh and homely amberjack was only about to be served. Accompanied by vegetables, tomatoes and a lemon, it was wonderful.

The restaurant overlooks the port and a short walkaway is Vlychada Beach with black sand, a beach bar and some amazing view of the cliffs, which makes it easy to spend a whole day in this small area.

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3.  Kokkalo 25is Martiou 25, Thira 847 00, Greece kokkalosantorini.com

We arrived in Santorini midday and after the initial shock caused by the overwhelming beauty of the view from the plane, then the taxi and finally from our suite, we were ready to eat. We picked Kokkalo purely because it was the closest recommended restaurant from our suite. It did take some climbing (everything in Santorini involves countless stairs and hills) and then a short walk along a busy, narrow street, but the place was 100% worth it.

We were greeted by a very friendly and quirky lady with a very particular sense of humor and a tray with 2 glasses of strong, local liquor. Day drinking it is! After hearing that we just arrived on the island, she was quick to recommend a local specialty—Santorini tomato fritters. "If you're going to have them, you need to have them here," she said, "we have cooking classes and we teach how to make them here." Tomato fritters are very tasty, but to be completely honest, it is one of those dishes that you try once and don't necessarily need to order again anytime soon.

We also got the Santorini Greek Salad and Chicken Souvlaki, which were both absolutely delicious and anyone could eat them every day for a long time. The presentation of the chicken deserves a special shoutout—it is definitely an attention-grabber when it arrives at the table.

Kokkalo is totally a great spot—it may not overlook the volcano, but staring into the flat side of Santorini with Anafi island in the distance is a pure pleasure! Mix that with great food, chilled wine and lovely service and you have a fantastic experience!

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4. Roka Mpotsari 6, Oía 847 02, Greece www.roka.gr

I'm not gonna lie, Roka was a bit of an accident (a great one though!) We hiked from Fira to Oia and we completely underestimated the time it would take us to complete the hike considering all the stops for wine, snacks, photos and views. They say that the hike takes from 3 to 6 hours and it did take us 6 hours (we're fast hikers but we stopped A LOT along the way to enjoy the views and wine) so when we finally got to Oia, we needed to eat before the sunset and most places were either booked or still closed because of Covid. We basically ran to check out Roka and it is semi-hidden in a maze of small, charming alleyways so we got a little lost trying to find it. We were greeted by a man who looked like he could be in a movie about a mafia-ran restaurant: white shirt and a tie, a sceptical gaze, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, and a brutal silence. He turned out to be our waiter and luckily he turned out to be very friendly, much contrary to our first impression of him.

We were seated at the small back patio lit by the setting sun and overlooking the sea and some less touristy parts of town and the island. The food was absolutely delicious yet presented in a slightly pretentious but cheesy way. It is not taverna food and obviously the chef is aspiring to a higher level of a dining experience. To start we were served rusk with olives and delicious tomato paste, which we learned was typical of Santorini, famous for its cherry tomatoes. Then we continued with ‘Imam Bayaldi’ with eggplant, shrimps, ’Oyzo’ glaze and chilli garlic mayo and Mushrooms Ragout on a sourdough bruschetta with caramelized onions, cream and gruyere sauce. Those two appetizers were quite Huge And Totally Satisfied Our Post-Hike Hunger, But We Had Two More Dishes Coming - Main Courses This Time.

Skioufikta - Traditional Greek Handmade Pasta with Caramelized Onion, Eggplant, Zucchini, Tomato and ’Xinoturi’ From Ios, which was light, delicate and delicious. The shape of pasta is a bit like cavatelli and is a perfect vessel for the summer flavors of this dish. Fresh Dorado Fillet came with fantastic Parsnip Puree, Braised Leek that melts in your mouth with Hazelnuts and was topped with long, thin crisps that gave it an additional texture. Satisfied and excited, we ran to the nearby Castle of Agios Nikolaos for a spectacular and unforgettable sunset.

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5. Naoussa Fira Santorini Next to the Central Orthodox Cathedral of Fira Town Mitropoleos Fira Town, Thira 847 00, Greece naoussasantorini.restaurant

When we arrived at this gigantic taverna, it was empty, with the only two guests eating at a table near the windows. We decided to sit at the other table with a view—right next to the couple finishing their dinner. It turned out to be a quite an unfortunate choice because those guests were an extreme example of a married couple who goes out to talk to other people in bars and restaurants. We spent the entire dinner listening about the wealth, success and amazing life of our co-diners, all the houses, apartments, businesses and countless trips all over the world were described in detail whether we wanted it or not. We also learned the history of their relationship including tidbits like: "Would you believe that after not seeing me for 2 weeks my husband chose to take me out to eat sushi instead of taking me to the bedroom straight from the airport?"

But back to the restaurant, the food was delicious and the sunset view (when we managed to look away from our interlocutors) quite terrific. We started with Dolmades, which are vine leaves stuffed with lemony rice and happen to be one of my favorite small dishes. The leaves are the best when they're delicate and not veiny, the rice needs to be moist and the entire thing is best served room temperature or slightly warm. So good! We also had a tuna salad with hard boiled eggs, which looked a bit like mess but was packed with unexpected flavor. We finished with a whole fish, which was absolutely perfect.

We did drink a lot of wine and we took our time eating, listening to the forced stories and admiring the sunset. At some point the initially empty dining room filled up completely and then it emptied again. It felt like we experienced the whole circle of sunset dining crowd.

[when-picnic-remember-snacks]

Chapter 1

This is my newest fic, an AU of The Old Guard with everyone’s favorite immortal husbands! It is so far untitled. In this AU, Joe and Nicky are new teachers at an ///unrealistically/// liberal private boarding school. They live in adjacent apartments in a dorm. Joe teaches history, Nicky teaches Latin and Italian. Over the course of the year, the two grow close and a relationship begins to blossom.

DISCLAIMER: I am not Muslim, but I am doing my absolute best to write Joe as a multi-dimensional, imperfect, complex Muslim character. It is frustrating to me to see Joe’s relationship with his faith cast aside in other fics, and I want to portray him as someone with a real, complex relationship to his religion (without assigning my own narratives to it). Despite my best efforts, there may be times when I fall short, and I am not afraid to edit and revise my work (even after publishing it!). Please bear with me!

The new apartment was small. Really small. Nicky wasn't sure what he expected of an apartment that was nestled in a dorm for high schoolers, but he at least expected it to be clean. There were stains on the walls and carpets, and before he could settle in, he resigned himself to a day of literally scrubbing the remnants of previous occupants from his new home. Starting in the kitchen, he donned yellow rubber gloves to his elbows, grabbed a few rags, a sponge, and a bottle of spray cleaner, and got to work.

After an hour, he was satisfied with the results. The appliances gleamed, and there were no more food stains on the walls. The grout between the tiles was a more respectable grey color, and the whole room smelled of bleach. He leaned against the counter and wiped his sweaty forehead with his elbow, looking down to see that his grey shirt was visibly soaked in sweat. The early-August heat did not pair well with an apartment lacking central air conditioning.

As he moved into the living room, there was a knock on the door leading to the hallway. Cazzo, Nicky thought, hissing through his teeth. He crossed the room and opened the door, realizing one second too late that he was wearing a sweaty, bleach-stained grey t-shirt with old basketball shorts that had a giant rip near the hem. Sexy. He became extra aware of his bizarre, decidedly unattractive outfit when he found himself looking into the soft brown eyes of a very handsome man. He opened his mouth, completely lost for words.

"Hello," said the man in his doorway. His voice was soft and musical, and he had a gentle accent. "I'm Joe, I live right next door and I figured I should come to say hi before you think I'm a bad neighbor." He laughed, and Nicky realized how rude he must seem, staring at this man from his doorway.

"Hi, I'm Nicky," and he extended his hand to shake. Joe glanced down at it, one eyebrow cocked. Nicky sucked air in through his teeth, cursing himself, then pulled off the yellow rubber gloves. Thankfully, Joe just laughed again and shook Nicky's hand with both of his own. There was an awkward moment where they stood, still holding each other's hands, before Nicky said: "I would invite you in, but it's a mess in here right now and it smells like a swimming pool–"

"Oh, no, I don't want to intrude, please," Joe reassured him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, then, seeming unhappy with that, tucked them behind his back. "I just wanted to introduce myself." He backed up a step, rocking on his heels.

"I'll tell you what, though," said Nicky quickly. "I should be cleaned up by tonight, you should come over for a drink." He bit the inside of his lip, worried that he was coming off too friendly, but Joe smiled. It made Nicky's heart race a little.

"That sounds very nice, I would love to," he said. "I will bring a bottle of wine?"

"Yes, that sounds perfect," said Nicky. "7:00?"

"See you then," Joe waved awkwardly, then turned and walked the few feet to his door. "Bye," he said with a nervous laugh.

"Bye," said Nicky. He pulled the door closed and leaned against it, tilting his head back and blowing air at the ceiling. He looked at the apartment, suddenly panicking. He glanced at his watch. 10:26. Which gave him… seven and a half hours to clean and move into his apartment. "Fuck," he said quietly, then sprang into action.

 6:30 rolled around, and after hours of diligent work, his apartment was presentable. The walls were clean, the carpets de-stained and vacuumed, and he had moved his furniture into place. There still wasn't anything hung on the walls, but he had installed all of his books on his bookshelves. Well, the books that would live in the living room. There were three whole boxes and another set of shelves in his bedroom.

He was still drenched in sweat and he smelled like bleach, so he stripped off his dirty, sweaty clothes and showered. He took a long time shaving his stubble and making sure that his eyebrows were tamed. Then he glanced at his watch, swore, and rushed into his bedroom to put on clothes. It was almost 7:00, and he was running behind schedule. He hurried to the kitchen. He was pulling out wine glasses when he heard a soft knock on the door. He crossed the living room, running his hands through his hair, and opened the door.

Joe was standing there, holding a bottle of red wine. Nicky admired how well his shirt fit, then remembered the situation at hand. "Come in, come in!" he said, stepping aside to let Joe in. He reached to take the bottle of wine from Joe, who handed it over and looked around.

"It's very nice in here," he said generously. His eyes widened when he saw the bookshelf. "May I?" he asked, gesturing towards it.

"Oh, of course, please," said Nicky, setting the wine on the counter. "Do you want anything to eat? I don't have much right now but if you like cheese I have some meat and fruit to go with it."

Joe paused, weighing his next words. "I try my best to keep my food halal, even if I do have a drink from time to time. So the meat… I can't eat it, I don't think." The corner of his mouth twitched, a little embarrassed.

Nicky kicked himself. "That's no problem at all, I have some shrimp in the freezer, maybe shrimp cocktail instead?"

Joe turned to him, smiling. "That sounds lovely. You Italians and your insistence on feeding everyone." At Nicky's questioning look, he laughed a little. "You have a very subtle accent. Only confirmed by the books." He gestured at Nicky’s extensive collection of Italian novels.

Nicky smiled. "You got me. I lived there until I was ten. Most people don't notice," he said, not including how he had tried his best to suppress it when he was a teenager and therefore lost most of it.

"I have an ear for them. Accents, I mean," Joe said simply, turning back to the books. "How many languages do you speak? I saw Italian, Latin, English, what else?"

Nicky felt himself blush a little. "Those are the main three. I know a little Greek, and if you know Italian it's not too hard to pick up Spanish, so I can get by." He paused. "I'm teaching Latin and Italian this year," he said. "I just finished my master's in Italian literature."

"Oh, congratulations to you!" said Joe, tearing himself away from the bookshelves and joining Nicky in the kitchen. "How can I help you?"

"Please, sit, make yourself comfortable. Have a glass of wine," he said, gesturing to the glasses and the corkscrew on the counter.

"You will have one, too," said Joe, deftly opening the bottle and pouring two glasses of wine.

"I can't say no to that," said Nicky, taking the glass.

Joe raised his glass slightly, his eyes trained on Nicky's, and said "To your master's degree! And to our new jobs." Nicky tapped his glass against Joe's, and they drank.

The wine was delicious, tart and full. It was much nicer than anything Nicky would have bought himself. Joe held eye contact with him as he took another sip. Nicky felt his heart squeeze and forced himself to speak. "So, what are you teaching?" He turned to the freezer and pulled out the shrimp, trying to conceal the furious blush creeping up his neck.

"History," said Joe, leaning back against the counter as Nicky grabbed a bowl, dumped shrimp into it, and filled it with water. "They have me down for intro to ancient world and a study of Islam elective." He took another sip of wine.

"Are you coaching anything?" Nicky felt like he couldn't control himself, he just kept spouting off questions. He was terrified of what might happen if he let himself sit in silence with Joe.

"Not much of a sports man," said Joe. "Not playing, anyways. I'm going to proctor after-school art this fall."

"Are you an artist?" Nicky raised his eyebrows and smiled. It made sense to him, that Joe would be an artist. He couldn't put a finger on why, but Joe had a certain warmth to him that made him seem like a painter. Or maybe a potter. "I would love to see your work."

"An amateur," said Joe, blushing a little. "I don't have a lot here, most of it is at my sister's house. Just a couple sketchbooks and a painting or two here." He paused, and Nicky could tell he was a little uncomfortable. So he searched for a way to change the subject.

 His cat, Bruno, made a very opportune entrance. He had spent most of the day curled up on the cat tree in Nicky’s room. Joe's face lit up at the sight.

"Oh my goodness, what a handsome man that is!" he cried, setting down his glass and kneeling. He reached out his hand, and Bruno chirped as he rubbed up against it. Joe scratched under his chin. "What's his name?"

"Bruno," said Nicky, smiling. Bruno was a good judge of character, and Nicky always felt better about someone if they liked cats. Joe had plopped himself down on the tiles with his back against the cabinets, thoroughly entertained by Bruno, who had laid down against Joe's leg and was purring loudly. "He's a great cat."

"I can see," said Joe, grinning up at Nicky. He leaned down and kissed Bruno's forehead, then stood back up. He took another sip of wine. "What a wonderful little cat," he said, watching Bruno trot off towards Nicky's bedroom.

Nicky checked the shrimp, then pulled the cocktail sauce from the fridge. "These are ready, do you want to sit in the living room and eat?" He drained the water from the shrimp and picked up the bowl.

"Yes, please. Could I wash my hands first?" He pointed to the sink.

"Oh, of course," said Nicky.

Joe carefully washed his hands and dried them, then picked up Nicky's wine glass and carried it to the couch.

"Thanks," said Nicky, sitting down a couple of feet from Joe. Joe propped one ankle on his knee and relaxed.

"Where did you go to college?" Joe asked. He kept his eyes carefully trained on Nicky's face as he picked up a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, and popped it into his mouth.

"I did Northeastern for undergrad, and Middlebury for grad school," said Nicky. "You?"

"University of Chicago," said Joe. "I'm going to do some work this year towards my master's at Harvard." He blushed a little, embarrassed, then took another sip of wine.

"That's great!" said Nicky, taking the last sip of his wine. He set the glass down on the coffee table. "Where are you from?"

"Originally?" Joe said, raising his eyebrows. Nicky started to panic.

"Oh, no, jeez, I didn't mean–"

"I'm messing with you," Joe laughed. Nicky relaxed a little. "One immigrant to another? I'm from Morocco. We emigrated to New York when I was thirteen." He took a sip of wine. "And based on your accent, I'm guessing you moved from Italy to… Boston?"

Nicky laughed. "Can't slip anything past you, huh? Yeah, we moved around a little but we were always around Boston. You know, lots of Italian families there. And my family is pretty Catholic, so they liked being around other Catholics."

"Ah," Joe nodded. "Do you see a lot of them? Your family?"

"Not really," said Nicky, looking down. Joe seemed content to leave it alone.

 They sat in silence for a few moments as Joe finished his glass of wine, then stood. "I will go grab the bottle," he said, crossing to the kitchen. Nicky watched his back as he went, watched how he tread softly and how his broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist. He shook his head a little to clear it. He stared at his hands, clasped in his lap, and tried to calm his breathing. This is not happening right now, he told himself. You just got here. But he had a twisting, hot feeling in the pit of his stomach that was growing every second he spent with Joe. It hadn't even been an hour, and it was threatening to outgrow the limits of his chest and spill out into the world. He felt his cheeks burn with a familiar shame.

When he looked up, Joe had his soft brown eyes fixed on his face. He was a few feet away, holding the bottle of wine. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. "Is everything alright?" Joe said, sitting down and tilting his head to the side. "I hope I did not upset you, asking about your family. I know things can be… Well, things can be complicated." He smiled, and Nicky's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch.

"No, no, it wasn't you," Nicky sighed, then rubbed a hand over his eyebrows. "I mean, yes, my family is... But I think I'm just tired. Long day," he finished lamely. His heart sank. He barely knew Joe, who was gentle and kind and seemed genuinely interested in being friends, and he was already shutting Joe out. Withdrawing deep into the dark space within him, where he kept all of his most secret feelings tucked away.

"I understand," said Joe, setting the bottle of wine on the coffee table. "Would you like to call it a night? I would not be offended." Nicky looked up and took a deep breath.

A quiet, insecure voice in Nicky's head screamed out for Joe to stay. To stay and look at Nicky with his incredible brown eyes and his gentle concern. To smile and listen to Nicky talk about his family, his life, his intense love for Italian literature. To stay and stay and stay so Nicky didn't feel so terribly cold and alone. But that voice was drowned out by the others, which called for him to shut the door tightly behind Joe and never let him back in. To force the warm feeling growing inside him back down until it died.

"I'm really sorry," said Nicky. "It's just been a long couple of days. I feel so rude inviting you over and then kicking you out after one drink–"

"No, please," said Joe, reaching out and clasping Nicky's shoulder. He smiled gently. "Remember, I just finished moving in myself. I completely understand." He stood, and Nicky looked helplessly up at him. "Nicky, really, don't worry. Actually, here. Come over tomorrow for coffee, at 3:00," he said.

Nicky stood up and tried to hand the bottle of wine back to Joe, but Joe waved him off. "No, no, you keep it. Maybe we can finish it another night," he said, smiling.

"Coffee sounds great," Nicky said, forcing a smile. "Again, I'm really sorry." Guilt was washing over him in waves; guilt about being a bad host, guilt about kicking Joe out, guilt about the rising tide of warmth in his chest that swelled every time Joe spoke. Or looked at him. Or pushed his dark, curly hair back off his forehead.

"Nicky," said Joe. "You don't need to apologize. You were very kind to invite me over tonight. And I will see you tomorrow, for coffee." He crossed to the door. "Goodnight, Nicky." He gave Nicky one last, warm smile.

"Goodnight," Nicky said, and watched Joe walk out the door.

 As soon as the door closed, Nicky collapsed back onto the couch and put his head in his hands.

[harry-styles-sunflower]

Meeting You In The Hallway Part 2

a/n: HII lovely people! I hope you are all doing well today! This is part 2 of Meeting you in the Hallway. A lot happens in this chapter, y/n and H gonna get real close. 

What it is: You move into the apartment across the hall from Harry and you begin a friendship which you both want more from but can’t communicate that want.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warning: fluff, some cursing, sexual tensionnn, & lil bit of smut.

Pls reblog if you like it 😊 I literally have so much homework to do now because I wrote this instead LOL. 

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You woke up at 4:00 pm. 2 hours before your shift started. You had only one more week on the night shift. Then you’d have a regular schedule. You took one hour to get ready. You basically just showered, did your hair, and put some mascara on. You put your scrubs on and compression socks that had little sunflowers on them. They were your favorites. Around 6:00 you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and packed your dinner Tupperware in your bag. You made it the night before so you could have it ready for today. As you were eating your cereal you heard 3 slow knocks on your door. You got up and checked the peephole just in case. Low and behold it was Harry. You opened the door and were greeted by a very cheesy smile.

“Hi” you looked at him a little confused.

“Hi. I’m really sorry to bother you but um.. Do you have an egg?”

“An egg?”

“Yeah. Just the one” he said with a small smile on his lips.

You shook your head playfully. “Come inside”

You walked further into your apartment towards your kitchen.

Harry watched you as you walked away. He watched as your scrubs hugged your ass and hips. How your scrub top was tighter around your waist. He noticed your sunflower socks and smiled a little.

You reached inside your fridge and grabbed 2 eggs. “Here, just in case one breaks on the way back over”

“Are you calling me clumsy y/n?” He smirked at you.

“No, just think it’s better to be safe than sorry” you shrugged.

“Are you a nurse?”

“Yeah. I’m leaving in a few minutes” you told him.

“Leaving? It’s like 6:15 at night”

“Yeah. Night shift.”

“Oh” he said a little sad you had to go soon.

“Yeah. I’m going to day shift soon though. Thank God” you sighed.

“Don’t like night shift?”

“I don’t like being awake when people are asleep and being asleep when people are awake. It sucks”

He nodded his head in understanding.

“Well, I’m making cookies. Hence the eggs. Do you want some? I can drop them off tomorrow.” He offered.

You smiled and nodded. It was sweet how he thought of you.

“Okay. Well I’m gonna let you go then. Thanks for the eggsss” he said as he playfully put an emphasis on the S at the end.

“No problem,” you laughed. “Hey I’m actually leaving right now anyway. We can walk out together” you grabbed your bag and washed your cereal bowl. He watched you the whole time, noticing how you your scrub top lifted a little bit when you reached for your reusable Starbucks cup to fill with water.

“Okay I’m all done” you breathed out and looked at him. You caught him staring for a small second before he got up quickly and waited for you to walk out. You put your crocs on before you opened your door and you heard a small laugh behind you.

“What?”

“Nothing it’s just the little cartoons on your shoes are adorable” he smiled so that you could see his dimples in your small hallway.

“They’re called jibbitz and I just got them for the kids. Child friendly you know?” You explained. You both looked down staring at your feet. Your right foot was filled with the faces of all the Disney princess’ and your left foot was filled with all the superheroes you could fit. You could hear his low chuckle and you two both looked up at the same time. At this point your faces were just a few inches apart. You could’ve sworn you heard him suck in a breath. You turned around and unlocked your door and took a deep breath of the hallway air. Harry followed you out and you locked your door and tucked your keys in your pockets.

“Have a good night.. at work”

“Thanks. Have fun baking”

“Thanks”

You never look at him for too long. Scared you’ll be caught staring the same way you caught him. But just before you left you noticed he’s always wearing long sleeves. At least that you’ve seen.

“Try not to overheat. Baking can get pretty warm” you said pointing to his long sleeves.

“Oh yeah. I always keep the temp in my place at like 60°. I get cold so I just put a long sleeve shirt on.”

“Why not just put the temperature up?”

“What’s the fun and coziness in that?” He smiled down at you.

You laughed and shook your head, “Right. Well goodnight harry”

“Goodnight y/n”

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7 am rolls around faster than you thought. You say bye to your friends from work and grab your bag before leaving. You walk home because the sidewalks aren't as busy as they will be in an hour. Exhausted, you say hi to Pat and go inside. You catch your curly headed neighbor with his hair up in a small pony and a tank top with shorts. For the first time you see how many tattoos he has. You pop up next to him as you both now wait for the elevator. 

"You're up early"

"Oh hey. How was work?" he looks down at you.

"it was… exhausting" you decide to not tell him the sad gory details of your night. Your patient threw up on you because of their chemo treatment and you needed to change your scrubs at the very beginning of your shift. "Were you walking?"

"Running. Jogging. Helps me clear my mind" he says as he waits for you to go in the elevator first.

You walk in and when you turn around you can see he has even more tattoos on his legs. You find them kind of hot. Wanting to know more and see more. He stands next to you as you wait for the elevator to land on the 17th floor.

"Do you work again tonight?"

"Yeah. Why?" you looked up at him. He was staring straight ahead.

"Nothing. Was just gonna invite you to my gig." he looks down at you and there seems to be disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh sorry. Maybe another night." you say quietly. "What do you do? Poetry? Sing? Can't be comedy." you say with a small smirk.

"Actually, I'm a very funny person y/n," he faces you. "But I-" he pauses as someone walks in.

Soon we land on the 17th floor and our elevator conversation seems to have ended by the time we make it to our doors.

"So… do you just go to sleep now?" he asked as he opened his door.

"Yeah basically. I mean I shower and eat something before I fall asleep." you answer as you open your door and turn around.

"Oh okay. I was gonna make breakfast, if you wanted some."

"Depends. What's on the menu?" you kicked your shoes off and leaned on your doorframe.

He watched you and said, "Today? I'm thinking…waffles?"

"Mmm, I'll be over in 30." just as you were about to shut your door he said, "No um I'll come and bring them over. With the cookies."

"Okay"

He left and you both closed your doors. It was nice to have a new friend. A friend that looked like a Greek god but still, a friend.

You walked into your bedroom and dug through the last few boxes you had left. You grab a clean towel and clean pajamas as you walk into your bathroom. You set the water to be warm because it was already way too hot today. You thought back to Harry. He seemed to love cooking and baking. You've only known him a few days but you already felt friendly enough. You remembered his tattoos. You wanted to ask if there was a story behind his heart tattoo.  

Pouring some peach scented shampoo onto your hands, you began rubbing your hair and massaging it in. You remember how large his hands looked when he grabbed the two eggs yesterday. They looked miniature in his hands. Your thoughts began to escape you as you relaxed under the warm water and you wondered what it felt like to have his hands on your body. Remembering he was probably waiting on you to eat, you shook your thoughts out of your head and shut the water off.

"Its just a stupid crush" you mumbled to yourself as you put your pjs on.

~~~

As Harry was mixing the batter for waffles he began to think about you. He wanted to know more about your night and why you looked so exhausted. He wanted to hear you talk for hours. He couldn't explain for the life of him why he wanted to be around you every chance he got. He rushed to make at least 5 waffles for you. He cut up some strawberries and packed some berries. He packed everything in some Tupperware and grabbed the chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Before he left his place he grabbed his phone and thought of how to subtly get your number.

He knocked on your door three times and you opened pretty quickly. 

"Hey" you smiled at him. 

He noticed how you had no more makeup on your eyes and you looked even more beautiful. "H-hey" he cleared his throat. 

You noticed all the Tupperware in his hands and you grabbed a few as he walked in. "You're eating some of these waffles right? Five is too much for me." 

"Oh yeah sure." He put all the bowls down. 

"You weren't planning on watching me eat were you?" you said as you got two cups from your cupboard. He looked at your silk button up and matching shorts. They were a light pink. Your skin looked so soft. 

"No." Yes. "I was just making yours first so you could go to sleep faster. You said you were exhausted"

"Oh, well thanks. I appreciate that." you tried to hide your blush so you looked down at your plate. "Do you like to cook?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah actually. It's just a hobby. I like to mix new things and try them out."

You watched his hands, noticing the chipped nail polish on them for the first time.

"Well, if you had a restaurant," you say as you take a bite of the waffle with whipped cream and strawberry, "I'd give you 5 stars." You smile cheeks full.

He gave you a dimply smile before mumbling a "thank you" and looking down. You planned on only eating two waffles but they were so good you guys split the fifth one.

"You never told me what you do at your gigs" you mentioned before stuffing your mouth again.

"Oh um I sing. Play some guitar too" he said as he focused on cutting his waffle.

"That’s so cool, is that what you do for a living?" you looked up at him.

With a throaty chuckle he shook his head no. "My job is a secret" he said right before taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Oh okay," you nodded, "So you can know what I do, but I can't know what you do. Mysterious man."

"Exactly!" he laughed.

You just shook your head and picked up your plate and cup and brought it to the dishwasher. Eventually Harry brought his too. Eating just the leftover strawberries now, you gave yourself time to stare at him a little. He was preoccupied with something on his phone. You noticed a small earring in his ear. You could tell he had more tattoos that covered his chest. A little bit of stubble had grown on him since the first time you met. You also noticed how he rushed to make you breakfast that he hadn’t showered after his run. When he finished with whatever he was preoccupied with a yawn escaped you.

"Well, I'm glad you liked breakfast. I hope you enjoy the cookies. Get some rest yeah?" he got up from his seat at your small table and walked over to where you were standing. You were leaning against doorway that led to your small hallway.

"Yeah thank you, again" You were eye level with the swallows on his chest that were peeking out from under his shirt.

 "No problem. Have a good night tonight." he looked anywhere but you as he said.

"Yeah you too, good luck!"

 "Thanks" he left and closed your door behind him.

Biting your lip you walked off to your bedroom to dream about the curly headed man across the hall.

As the door shut behind Harry, he silently cursed to himself. He had forgotten to get your number.

~~~

One Month Later

 You’ve been on the day shift a few weeks now. You had settled into a new routine. Wake up at 5:00 am, be out of your house by 6:00, meet Harry in the hallway before he went for his jog and he'd give you a smoothie before you left for work, be at work for report by 7, work until 7:00 pm. Get home around 7:30, shower, eat dinner with Harry, then sleep to do it all over again if you had to work the next day.

 Your friendship with Harry had progressed. You two basically took care of one another. He'd feed you every day and you'd do his laundry as a way to repay him. You’d say you two got to a level of comfortability around each other but you still oddly enough had never been to his place, knew what he did for a living, or been to one of his gigs. He'd say he didn’t have any performances coming up but some nights he would leave after dinner a little earlier than usual. You knew all the stories behind his tattoos. One day when you were doing laundry he asked you to toss in the shirt he was wearing and when he took it off you saw the tattoos you had been missing. That day he gave you the rundown on all of them.

 You could tell he was getting more comfortable around you because he didn’t seem so nervous to say the wrong thing anymore and every time he saw you, sweaty or not he'd give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He explained its what they did in France when two people were friends. When I mentioned he wasn’t even French he waved me off.

 You were currently on your couch on your day off waiting for Harry to come back from the kitchen with your popcorn and white wine. You had gotten him into watching The Vampire Diaries and as much as he would criticize the show, some scenes just grasped all his attention.

 "Har?" you called for him. Your new nickname for him that he said he didn’t mind.

 "I'm coming I'm coming" he said as he walked in with two wine glasses between his fingers, a wine bottle in one hand, and the popcorn in his other.

 "You know, you kind of look like Stefan. Similar noses, same um cupid's bow" you said pointing to yours. "You guys both also do the same thing with your eyebrows when you're serious.

 "You’ve been looking at my cupid's bow?" he grinned at you while pouring you a glass.

 "Oh don't start" you rolled your eyes taking a sip.

 You began watching season 2 episode 9. You knew what was going to happen but Harry had no clue. He absolutely loved Damon and thought Stefan was pathetic. You somewhat disagreed with him but still allowed him his opinion. It slowly got to the scene where Damon confesses his love for Elena. You mouth every single word and even a tear slips out when Damon's falls but you wipe it quickly.  You watched Harry as he watched the screen, his mouth slightly opened.

 "Okay but why in the bloody hell would he compel her to forget! Ugh this show frustrates me" He sighed laying back against in the couch.

 "He couldn’t be selfish… have you ever wanted to say something to someone but you knew it would be selfish if you did?" you looked over at him.

 Suddenly his facial features hardened and he swallowed before answering, "yes, actually. I guess I do understand Damon."

 "Well, yeah" you played the next episode and drank your wine. You felt your eyes get heavy the more you drank it.

 Next thing you knew you felt something hard against your cheek and puffs of air on your forehead. You were moving. You opened your eyes slowly and realized Harry was carrying you into your room. You closed your eyes again and you let him place you on your soft mattress and you felt him tuck you in under the blanket. Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you looked up at him. He gave you a small smile and moved your hair out of your face.

 "Go to back to sleep, love" He bent down and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "I'll lock up"

 You gave him a slow nod and drifted back to sleep. As Harry closed your door behind him, he mumbled to himself, "I can't be selfish".

 ~~~

One Week Later

 You were currently getting ready for the day. Your body was used to waking up early for work so it was around 7 am. You wanted to catch Harry on his way back from his run. You were able to hear the elevator ding from your apartment because it was still so quiet on your floor. You ran to your door and opened it just enough to see if it was Harry. Once you were able to see his bright pink sneakers you hid just a little more so that right when he was about to open his door you jumped out and yelled “HI”.

 He jumped and turned around, “Fuck me y/n” he placed his hand over his heart and breathed heavily.

 You giggled and leaned against your door frame. “Is that really what you want?” You grinned up at him.

 He shook his head at you with a small smile. “I was just trying to open my door in peace”

 “So, do that. Open it.” You pushed on. You wanted to know why you still were never invited over.

 Harry sighed and played with his keys. “I have something to tell you”

 “I knew it, your hiding like a huge sex doll in there or something right?”

 “You know,” he approached you and put his hand over your head leaning on your doorframe too, “you can be a little annoying sometimes”.

 “That’s rude,” he smelled like sweat and musk mixed, “but I know. Okay what’s up?”

 He looked away from you as he spoke. “Alright, first off. My apartments always a mess and it’s not what you think. You know me as some guy who comes to your place and cooks and I run… but you don’t know this big part of my life.”

 “To be fair you haven’t let me,” You look up at him. His body is inches away from yours and you want to touch him in some way to make him more comfortable but you don’t know how.  

 “I know. It’s not like you’re judgmental I just don’t want you to see me differently.” 

 “Har, as long as you’re not some creepy dude that watches some weird shit, like illegal shit, I really don’t care. You’re my friend, I’ll support you in whatever.” You poked him where his butterfly lay under his shirt.

 “If you say so,” he turned around and opened his apartment, “come in” he opened the door open for you.

 You walked in and it was a short hallway like yours. When you walked in you could see the mess he was talking about but it wasn’t horrible. Papers on the floor in his living room but his kitchen was spotless. He spent the rest of the morning making breakfast for you two while you just watched. You told him about your last few patients and how one was officially cancer free. He always loved hearing you talk about them, especially the success stories. He was there for you for the unsuccessful ones but you both didn't like to talk about them too much.

~~~

It was now 5 pm, you could see the door that led to his room. You weren’t going to push it and ask to see though. You saw a few bedazzled jackets on his couch. You ran your fingers over one.

 “I have a gig tonight.”

 “You do?!” You jumped excitedly, “Har, I don’t see why you were so nervous.” You look around. “I don’t see a sex doll”

 “So annoying.” he walked into his room. You followed but stopped at the doorway. “Come in y/n”

 You walked in slowly and looked around. A few more papers crumpled up on the floor.

 “The outfits I wear are a little…” he looked into his closet. Your eyes followed his and you could see why he was nervous. There were skirts, bedazzled coats, pants, and all of different colors.

 “You little shit.. You had a closet like this and didn’t share?” You pushed him out of the way and began looking at all the clothes individually.

 Harry smiled behind you, happy with your reaction. He looked at the way your eyes lit up over feeling certain fabrics. “Do you uh, wanna help me pick an outfit for tonight?”

 You turned around quickly and looked up at him. “Yes,” You tried to contain your excitement. “Go shower, I’ll put some outfits together.”

 He turned on his heel and listened to you. You began setting outfits on his bed. You settled on setting down 4 outfits. One was a black dress shirt and white pants that flared outward. The second was a pink suit that had roses on its jacket on each side. The third was a red suit with black embroidered roses on it. The last one was a pink dress shirt with white high waisted pants and pink overalls. The last outfit was your favorite but you weren’t t going to mention it.

 You heard the shower cut off so you sat on his bed.

 He came out in just a towel wrapped around his waist. You focused on the detailing of the embroidered black roses on his red suit jacket. Or at least tried to focus on that.

 "Um I picked four options, I hope you like them." He came and sat next to you on the bed, his towel opening a bit between his legs.

 "I think I want to be comfortable tonight," he ran his fingers over all four options, "Might go with the black shirt and white pants."

"Okay cool," you were trying your best to look anywhere but at him.

 "I have a box at the bottom of my closet, a bunch of jewelry in there, could you pick some rings out? I'm just gonna keep my small earrings tonight and I don't really want a necklace. It'll be too hot"

 "I'm like your stylist"

 "Yeh, who knows, maybe if I make it big you will be" he sends a wink your way.

 "Don't think I'd have the heart to leave my patients." You grab the box. As you open it you look inside and see a bunch of rings and pearls. "Hey are your nails done?"

 "Eh a little chipped"

 "We'll fix that" you grab his H and S rings and set them next to you. Having your back towards him you could hear him putting his clothes on. "You know I have a gel kit, could help with the chipping problem."

"Oh really? Could you do them for me?"

"Yeah of course." you take out his rose ring and settle them down next to his initial rings. "Are you done?"

"Yeah I'm not putting the shirt on till later though, too hot."

You nodded, turned around, and grabbed his hand. You opened his hand up and dropped his rings inside.

"Thanks, grab me one more."

Confused, you looked inside the box and looked for one you liked. You decided on one that looked like it had a red gem. "Here" you gave it to him.

"Thanks, here take this one and wear it," he gave you back his S ring.

"Why?"

"So people know you're my other half"

You felt butterflies in your stomach but you suppressed them. He just saw you as friend, nothing more. You mumbled a thanks and slid it on your finger.

"Lets go back to my place, so I can do your nails. I know you like color but I was thinking white? Match your pants but it'll stand out against your black shirt"

"Yeah okay im alright with that."

You went back to your place and you got yourselves settled into your kitchen with the UV machine on. He concentrated on you as you painted the foundation clear polish on his nails.

"Har, is your job still a secret?"

"Eh, I guess I know you wont be a loud mouth about it anymore,"

You looked up and he was grinning, teasing you. You rolled your eyes and went back to painting his nails.

"I'm a writer. Author of a few books. Poetry."

"Liar, I've never heard of you." Although it did make sense with all of the paper crumbled over his floor.

"Pseudonym, love"

"Really?" You placed his soft hand under the light.

"Mhm. No one knows it. I like it that way. No one knows what I'm thinking sometimes."

"Not even your mother?"

"Not even her. She's read my work but only the ones I want her to read."

"Interesting" you say as you place his other hand under the light.

He nods and continues watching you. Soon you finish up and he stares at them amazed. "Wait so I don’t have to wait for them to dry?"

"Nope, I'm gonna get changed. It's almost 7"

"Okay" he stays staring back at his nails.

You played with his ring while looking back at your closet. Should I wear black too? Or white? Maybe we shouldn't match. But why not? You settled on black and white striped pants with a red bralette and some red heels. His gig was at a sit-down bar anyway. When you came back out and ready to go, he looked you up and down and you could see him clench his fist at his sides.

"Nice pants," he swallowed hard.

"Thanks, let's go?"

"Yeah okay"

You grabbed a taxi and shared it to his gig. It was a little more downtown. By the time you got there with traffic it was almost 9. he started around 9:15. You settled on one of the stools at the bar and he went backstage. He said he needed to rush and tune the guitar they had for him so you just wished him luck and grabbed yourself a drink.

People cheered for him when they saw him come on stage. Must not be his first time here you assumed.

"Good evening everyone! Tonight will consist of a few covers and maybe an original. I'll see if you guys deserve it" he winked at the crowd.

You swiveled your chair around as you heard the familiar chords of 'Girl Crush' began. You'd never heard Harry sing and once he started you didn’t want him to stop. He had the voice of an angel. He hit high notes so effortlessly sometimes and other times you could see the veins in his neck bulging. The next song he played was 'Space Cowboy' which he did so well. You cheered extra loud each time.

"Alright alright, I'm going to play an original now. I wrote this one just a week ago or so. I hope you like it.

Meet me in the hallway

Meet me in the hallway

I just left your bedroom

Give me some morphine

Is there any more to do?

 You swiveled on your seat to the beat. His voice was getting a little raspier now. Like he needed water.

I walked the streets all day

Running with the thieves

'Cause you left me in the hallway

Give me some more

Just take the pain away

You started to think about what the song was about. Was Harry secretly hooking up with someone? The song finished and you ordered a shot of tequila. You needed alcohol to distract you from asking him what the song was about and the pit in your stomach. "It wasn't about you y/n," you said to yourself. He's never been inside your roo- well for like one second when he brought you to bed but that was nothing. It's still not about you. Harry's set was over and you were over the night too. You’d put on a fake smile for Harry. You saw him approach the bar, more buttons from his shirt undone.

"So, how'd you like it?"

"It was so good! Congrats!" you put your arm around his neck and brought him in for a hug. You kissed his cheek as you both pulled away.

"Thanks. I'm happy you liked it."

"Mhm" you nodded, finishing your drink. "Why don't we go somewhere and celebrate?"

"You're not tired?"

Feeling a bit angry with the thoughts of Harry hooking up with someone and not telling you about it, you shook your head and paid the bartender.

"Nope. I'm full of energy right now."

You both decided on a club that was near your building. It was so that when you guys got tired you didn't have a log way home. You both decided to take a round of shots to celebrate properly. Before you know it harry has his hands on your waist to keep you steady and you find any excuse to touch him.

"I have to pee!" you yell in his ear.

He felt his ear on fire after your lips had brushed against it. Your nose was red from all the shots and your lips were a little more pink from all the lime. For his peace of mind he walked you to the bathroom and watched you go in. You did your business quickly and walked back out to him.

"Hey do you wanna grab some fresh air?" He asked as you approached him.

 You looped your fingers around two of his belt loops and looked up at him and shook your head. "Im good" 

His eyes looked darker than usual and he stared at your lips.

"y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," you moved closer to him as a few girls tried get to the bathroom, you could hear him grunt as you pressed yourself against his lower half. "I just moved out of the way for them"

He kept his eyes on your lips as you licked them. It made him ache watching you. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but not when you couldn't remember it the next day. 

"Har, what was that song about?" you looked down. With furrowed brows he lifted his hand to your cheek softly and made you look up at him.  

"What do you think it was about?" He wanted to run his thumb over your lips. He had felt them so many other times on his cheek but each of those times it happened too quick.

"I don't know, I don’t even know if I care about what it's about. I wanna know who its about" you leaned into his palm.

People came back out of the bathroom and the rush of people going back and forth made you feel dizzy. That's the thing about tequila, you could drink and drink it but all the effects hit you all at once. Harry's grip tightened around your waist.

"C'mon lets go home." He walked you through the bar and got you outside. The fresh air overwhelming you, even made you nauseous. You tried your best to walk straight home. In your head you were able to hold yourself up. You didn’t need Harry's help. But in reality, he was holding you up and laughing lowly to himself watching you wobble. He was only tipsy, never really been a lightweight. Once he was able to get you to your apartment, he helped you take your shoes off and tuck you in, once again. You were snoring instantly. He looked at you for few minutes and kissed you on your forehead before leaving to his own place. Exhausted, he undressed himself, completely nude, and went to bed.

~~~

"Fuck Har," you moaned as you pulled his hair from in between his legs. He groaned and only dug his tongue deeper into you. "I'm close"

You felt his cold rings digging into you around your thighs. Right as you felt your release coming on, a loud honking of the horn woke you up outside your window.

"Oh for gods sake." you smacked yourself on the forehead then instantly regretted it feeling your headache.

~~~

"Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum" Harry grunted as he bucked his hips up hitting the back of your throat. You moaned and reached up to cup his balls. "Fuck I'm cu-"

A loud honking noise woke him up and he looked around him confused. He was sweating. He looked under his covers and remembered he was wearing absolutely nothing. His breathing was heavy as he got up to use the bathroom. He hopped into a cold shower before starting his day.

Harry: You up?

Y/n: Sadly. Wtf happened last night?

Harry: We drank too much. Can I come over for breakfast? I’ve run out of food.

Y/n: Yeah, door’s open. Pls don’t be loud.

A few mins later he walked in and opened your fridge. He saw you on the couch sitting down with your head back. He saw watermelon and decided to put some cubes in a bowl for himself. He sat next to you on the couch and you both said hi lowly. You had a banana in your lap and began eating it. Harry looked over at you in the exact moment you put it in your mouth. Looking away he stuffed his mouth with watermelon. You could hear the slurping sounds that sounded a lot like… you know.

"Do you have to slurp when you eat that?" you rolled your eyes.

"Do you have to take such big bites of the banana? It's not like I'm going to steal it." He said rolling his eyes.

Today's going to be such a long day…

Part 3 is now up!

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By My Rules (Quentin Beck x Reader) [Part 5]

Quentin explains what it means to be committed.

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Warnings: language

“I’d say that was a success,” Quentin said, unlocking the front door with a flourish.

You kicked off your heels immediately and stood for a moment, letting your feet go back to their normal shape, the cool floor easing the throbbing pain shooting up from their soles. Quentin glanced aside at you as he clicked on the lights in the living room and the hallway.

Hobbling forward, you threw yourself onto the couch, propping your feet up on one of its arms. A sigh of relief escaped you, the waves of pain lessening. The night had been long, and yes, successful, but a mild headache pulsed behind your eyes. You draped a hand over them, hoping that throbbing would leave, too.

Quentin leaned over you. “Feeling alright, sweetheart?”

You squinted at him between your fingers. He had taken to calling you that the whole evening, the word rolling off his tongue like it belonged there. Honey was reserved for irritation, like when you had spent too long talking to a handsome shrink who spent more time staring at your chest than listening to what you had to say.

“You can drop the act now,” you muttered, shuttering your eyes again.

He stepped around the couch and picked up your legs. Before you could react, your headache slowing you down, he sat down on the couch beside you, your feet in his lap. With practiced hands, he began massaging your poor soles. You wanted to protest, but his thumbs did wonders to relieve the pain concentrated there.

He had pulled free his bowtie in the car on the way home. It hung around his neck like a sleeping ferret. The top two buttons of his collar and shirt were undone, revealing a small patch of bare skin beneath. You found yourself staring at it before your eyes squeezed shut.

Shit, you thought hazily, I should tell him to stop.

You didn’t. With all you were doing for him, a foot rub was the least he could do.

“I am fully committed,” Quentin said, “to this performance, which means I’m fully committed to this marriage.”

You froze. Dropping your hand from your face, you elbowed yourself up to look at him. He glanced at you, blue-green eyes serious but not without a spark a mischief in the pupils. You tried to pull your feet away, but he maintained his grip on them, refusing to break his gaze from yours.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“It means I am your partner in all senses of the word.”

Fear snaked up your spine. “What does that mean?”

He stopped massaging, a deep frown scoring his clean-shaven face. “It means I’m here to help you as much as you’re helping me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. This entire scheme is my idea. The planning, most the financing, all of it.”

“For which I’ll be eternally grateful. Let me repay the favor with…” He searched for the word. “Small kindnesses.”

You managed to pull your feet from him, though you weren’t sure you had actually done so or if he had merely let you go. Drawing them closer to yourself, you stared at him, trying to read the look on his face. He remained utterly serious, the mischief gone, not even a trace of threat behind those beautiful eyes.

“I’d like to shower,” he said. “Would you like to go first? I don’t want to use up all the hot water if you need it.”

Frowning, you shook your head. He stood, flashed you a warm smile, and mounted the stairs to the second floor.

He’s playing games with you, you told yourself. The man thrived on creating chaos in others for his own gain. You couldn’t quite see how unbalancing you this early in the plan would benefit him, but then again, Quentin was borderline crazy, wasn’t he? Maybe less borderline and more actual.

Why am I doing this again?

Because you like the power, you reminded yourself.

Shit.

~~

Changing into comfortable pajamas, you removed the wedding ring from your finger and climbed into bed, clicking off the nightstand lamp. Faint moonlight slanted through the slats over the window, giving the room a silver edge.

“Sweetheart?”

Quentin’s voice echoed down the hallway separating your rooms. Suppressing the urge to tell him to knock it off—it would only encourage him—you shouted back, “What?”

“Newlyweds don’t sleep in separate beds.”

You tensed. Rolling over slowly, you stared at your bedroom door, expecting to see it open and Quentin standing there.

It remained shut.

A sigh of relief slipped past your lips. A little part of you, however, deflated with disappointment, the memory of Quentin’s lips on yours ghosting over your mouth. Knocking that thought away—had it really been so long since you’d been with someone?—you turned away from the door.

“Go to sleep, Quentin.”

“You’re no fun.”

What had you gotten yourself into?

~~

You didn’t need an alarm. Somehow, you were one of those people whose internal clock woke them whenever they needed it to. The wicked and the conniving never sleep, so you woke at 7AM sharp, your eyes fluttering open at the same time the digital clock on your nightstand changed from 6:59 to 7:00.

You felt groggier than usual. Something warm pressed against your back. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, like warm sunshine on a cool day. It made you want to doze, the warmth permeating through you. For a moment, you thought it was your old cat, Cinna, but she had been gone for years now.

Cinna also didn’t have a man’s arm to wrap around you.

You glanced down to see said arm curled around you, the large hand holding yours to your chest. Breath tickled the nape of your neck.

Your warmth-lulled mind dragged itself from its stupor.

“Quentin!”

You flung the arm off, throwing yourself forward out of its grasp.

Mistake.

You landed on the floor hard, your arms and hip taking the brunt of it. Pain flashed at the contact points, traveling up into your back and pelvis. Suppressing a cry, you remained still for a moment, letting the pain ebb.

When you glanced up at the bed, you found Quentin staring down at you, his head propped lazily on one hand.

“Morning,” he murmured. “Comfy down there?”

“What the fuck, Quentin!?”

He palmed a yawn. “I got up in the middle of the night to pee and I guess I took a wrong turn.”

Bullshit, you wanted to hiss, but there would be no point. Rolling onto your knees, you slowly rose, gritting your teeth against the pain.

He watched you sleepily. “Come back to bed. It’s early.”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” He settled back into the sheets, eyes fluttering shut. “But you should get used to this. If people come knocking and see we don’t sleep together, what will they think?”

“Nobody will come knocking like that. God, you’re fucking delusional.”

His eyes popped open. “I’m a fucking visionary.”

“Get out of my bed.”

“Our bed,” he said, sitting up. “I’m your husband.”

“For the con,” you shrieked.

Eyes flashing, Quentin flung back the covers, feet hitting the floor hard, and stormed past you, pausing only at the doorway to snarl, “The sooner you fucking commit to all of this, the sooner this con is over.”

“That’s not how it works,” you shouted after him.

“Don’t take off your wedding ring again!”

Slamming the door shut and hearing an answering shut from his room, you sagged against it and stared at the bed, struggling to rein in your emotions.

He’s trying to exercise control, you thought. He can’t stand that you’re the one in charge.

You began to calm. You were more than capable of handling this.

Returning to the bed, you straightened the bedclothes. A stray thought struck you as you felt the warmth of Quentin’s body still lingering on the sheets: It had been nice to be cuddled.

FUCK.

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I Wanna Be your Girlfriend (BEN Drowned x Female!Reader)

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!Tw! Swearing and mentions/a picture of facial scaring, that's about it.

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"I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch. And I wanna touch you but not like this."

   "Yo fuckers, I'm going down to the convince store, you want any thing?" You ask to the three pastas lounging on the couch. The other two pastas shake their heads, but the third one makes himself known. "Could you get me a blue raspberry slushie please?" He asks slinking his head upside down over the back couch, his golden locks flowing straight down. You chuckle at the childish nature of the virus. "Sure thing, BEN." You exit the mansion and begin walking. 

   As you're walking out of the forest, you itch your face slightly, your breath hitches at the painful sensation. When you first got to the mansion, a certain monochrome fuck decided to pick a fight with your unstable, shaken up ass. He left you with four long scars down your face. Thankfully, he didn't damage your eye at all. 

   You don't bother wearing a mask to hide your face. You simply don't have the energy to give a fuck. You understand why people stare, it's odd and unusual to have that type of scaring. You don't mind, curiosity gets the best of us sometimes.

   Anyways, you reach the convince store and pad inside. Inside was a wonderland of junk. Everything from Twinkies to state made craft beer. Your eyes wander around before spotting the slushie machine. There are four selections of slushie to choose from. There's Coke, blue raspberry, cherry, and green apple. You go to grab a cup, but then realize BEN had never mentioned a size. Quickly, you pull out your phone and text BEN.

Y/n

Yo BEN, what size do you want?

    You decide to get your own slushie too. You pull out a medium cup and cover, then choose your flavor. You gently push back the lever and watch the mix of flavor syrup and crushed ice enter your cup. You take a red straw and poke it into the slushie. You almost forget about BEN's slushie until you feel your phone buzz in your non dominant hand. 

Lil' Green Bitch

Uhhhhh, get me a medium plz 

Y/n 

'Aight

   You take another medium cup and fill it with the blue slushie. You grab another straw for BEN and stick it in the back pocket of your jeans along with your phone. You walk up to the  depressed looking teenage cashier and put both drinks on the counter. You pull out your wallet before hand, so it isn't as awkward trying to pay. The cashier looks up the price for the slushies, since there is no barcode. 

    "Your total is $3.25 miss." The cashier sighs out. You open your wallet and pull out exact change. You hand the cashier your money and slide your wallet back into your pocket. "Have a good day." "You too sir." You reply, grabbing the slushies and leaving. You start your walk back to the mansion. 

    "I'm back bitches." You announce, opening the front door. You look around for your favorite green midget, but he's nowhere to be seen. "Have any of you seen BEN?" You ask the two other pastas, who are still on the couch. You close the door with your foot and walk over to the couch. "I think he went to his room." Jeff rasps, you nod and thank him. 

   You know where BEN's room is by memory because you and BEN have weekly sleepovers. Speaking of which, you're having one tonight in BEN's room. Your heart flutters at the thought of such a thing. You and BEN are best friends, you hit it off when you two first met. You started developing feelings for the glitch, you've crushed on him for almost a year now. You always keep your cool around him though, as to not raise any suspicion. 

   You knock at his room door, waiting for him to come out. "Coming!" He says through the door. You hear some shuffling from the other side and a small 'ow'. A few seconds later, he opens the door. You try and hide your blush the best you can, as he us wearing a black tank top and white boxers with the triforce symbol all over them. 

    "Pfft, nice boxers BEN," you comment sarcastically. You see a hint of a blush across his cheeks. "Thanks, would you like to take a closer look~?" BEN flirts, you laugh. "Ew no," you laugh out, punching him in the shoulder. "Anyway, here's your slushie loser." You say, handing the slushie to BEN. "Thanks bitch." BEN replies, you chuckle. "See you tonight," you say, begining to walk away. "See you tonight," BEN concludes. 

   Walking back up to your room, you take a sip of your slushie. You wonder what you and BEN are going to do at the sleepover. You usually surprise each other, the last sleepover you had, BEN took you to McDonald's at three am and harassed the workers working the drive thru. Fun times. 

   You open your bedroom door and walk in. Your room is decorated with posters you stole from victim's homes. You also have LED lights (also stolen) around the perimeter of your room. They're off right now, so you pick up the remote and set them to f/c. You smile proudly at the LED's, you also have Polaroid's strung up on some wire you found in the mansion. You have ones with you and BEN, you and Clockwork, you and Jeff, and you and your old friends. 

   You have the photos because you snuck back to your old house to steal some of your most important possessions. You also have a lava lamp you bought from Spencer's, it looks dope. You take off your shoes and set them next to your door, and set your slushie on your nightstand. You decide to take a nice, hot shower.

   You grab a pair of black leggings that are ripped all over. You also grab a black long tee shirt that goes down to your mid thigh. It shows your s/t shoulders and has a graphic of a skeletal hand with a cigarette with the words 'smoking kills' in cursive, white letters. It has the classic two bold white stripes on the sleeves. You also grab some clean undergarments and socks.

   You pad into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You turn on the faucet and put your hand underneath the water flow to test the warmth. As soon as the water hit your hand, you reel back and hiss in pain. You turn the knob a bit and wait for the water to cool down. As soon as the water cooled down enough, you slip the rest of your body into the shower.

    You step out of the steaming shower and wrap yourself in a towel. You dry your hair and style it however you would like. You slip on your undergarments and socks first. Then, you pull on your ripped leggings, making sure you don't get your feet caught and rip them more. Then, you slip your long shirt on over them. You put on some deodorant and check your phone, Your phone clock reads 5:54.

   "Shit!" You whisper as you go back to your room and grab your shoes. You're supposed to meet in BEN in his room at 6 pm (18:00). You put them on quickly and grab a f/c drawstring bag sitting in the corner of your room. You snatch the bag and fill it with your phone, phone charger, a blanket, some extra cash, and your handy dandy pocket knife. 

    You almost fall down the stairs trying to get to BEN's room in time. You bust open his door at exactly 6 pm (18:00), panting like you just ran a marathon. "Hey princess." BEN greets nonchalantly, you wave at him back. "Alright, since you took me somewhere on our last sleepover, I was thinking I could take you to some places, if you're up for it." BEN nods and gets up off his bed. "Alright, let's get our stuff set up first before we go." You nod and take the blanket out of your bag. 

   You observe the setup you and BEN have made and nod proudly. BEN set up a t.v on the floor and you both built a pillow fort to watch scary movies in when you both are done being teenage hooligans. Next to the t.v is a mini fridge BEN kept in his room for your sleepovers. He also has it in his room because he will deck anyone that eats his leftovers. 

   "Ready?" You ask, turning to BEN, "Yup, ready." You grab your drawstring back full of essentials and leave with BEN. Once you get out side, BEN asks you where you're going. "I was thinking we could hit up McDonalds, then walk around until we find an abandoned building to hang in." You explain, BEN nods, "Sounds like a plan to me." 

   You both arrive at the pretty beaten up McDonald's and you both walk in. "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I take your order?" The cashier asks boredly, you turn to BEN. "I'll take a ten piece chicken McNugget please." BEN responds politely, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Okay, and what about you Miss?" "I'll  take a f/o (favorite order) please!" The cashier nods and rings the order up. "Your total is $13.45." You nod and dig in your bag for your wallet. 

   "Don't worry N/n, I got you." BEN states and pulls a twenty out of seemingly nowhere. "O-oh, thank you B." You gush, that was very kind of him. So kind of him, it made your heart beat harder in your chest. "Alright, your food will be out in a minute." The  cashiers words snap you out of your lovey daze. You nod and walk over to a table to sit at while waiting for your food with BEN. 

   "What's our order number?" You ask, BEN looks back at the receipt. "Uhhh, order number 69, nice." He chuckles, you giggle back. "I have another question, where did the twenty come from?" BEN chuckles again. "I always have spare change in my hat." He takes off his hat and hands it to you, you peer inside and see another ten dollars and five quarters. 

   "Woah, that is the most epic magic trick I've ever seen." You say sarcastically at BEN, he chuckles. "My pleasure, Y/n." "Order 69?" You her somebody shout, you turn to BEN. "I'll go get it." You say, standing up from the booth. "Thank you miss!" You chirp at the cashier that just gave you your order. You set the tray down and begin to eat. 

   After you and BEN are done, you take care of the tray and leave. "So, where to now?" BEN asks, you smile, a great idea popping into your head. "I know the perfect abandoned house to hang out in, its a 15 minute walk from here," You explain to BEN. "Ok, lead the way N/n." You clasp your hands together in excitement. Hopefully, your plan is going to go smoothly.

    Your plan is to go to the abandoned house, and explore with BEN for a bit. After that, you lead him up to a window that you can get to the roof from. You are going to sit on the roof with BEN and tell him how you feel. Hopefully, he feels the same way about you.

   You arrive at the abandoned house with BEN. You both walk up to the front door, "After you m'lady," BEN motions, tipping his hat. "Thank you my fair gentleman." You took a bow and enter the building, both of you giggling. You carefully step around fallen debris and rotten floorboards. You make sure that BEN was also being safe, you love BEN, but he is quite a handful. 

   You both walk into the dust covered living room.  There was an ugly yellow rug lying in the floor, and a black table sitting on top. Two beige recliners are sitting at opposite angles facing towards the wall. Behind that, was a window with spindly white curtains. You both investigate the living room before moving on to the rest of the house. 

   The house is very small, it only has a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms and one bedroom. So, you move on to the kitchen. The kitchen had a pretty white wallpaper with pastel pink flowers all over it, it looks like someone painted the flowers with watercolors. Theres noting in the kitchen other than the cabinets and sink. You look in the sink and on the counters. BEN snoops through the cabinets. He finds nothing other than a single black marble. 

    "Yo, N/n, look what I found." BEN says, showing you the completely black orb. "Woah, that's sick!" You say looking intently at the black orb. You both exit the kitchen. "Do you wanna split up for the bathrooms?" You ask BEN, "Sure" he says. So, you both split up, you go upstairs and see two doors. You don't know which one is the bathroom, so you did the best thing you could to chose which door to go into first. 

    "Eenie meenie miney mo catch the tiger by the toe, if he hollars let him go." You end, your index finger pointing at the door in the right. You open the door to the bathroom and walk in. Pretty pastel blue tiles cover the walls. You see a sink with a mirror above it, it is one of those mirror cabnets. You push on the mirror, it inverts then squeaks open. Your eyes catch on a dusty orange cylinder. You pick it up, there's no label, interesting. 

   BEN enters the bathroom downstairs. The bathroom is covered in pretty white tiles. BEN notices the sink and the mirror, he pushes on the mirror and nothing happens. He steps over to the blue shower curtain and pulls it open. Nothing is there, so he turns around to meet you upstairs. 

   You both meet in front of the door on the right, you reach out and turn the doorknob and open the door. You both enter the room and look around. The walls are painted a nice gray. The bedroom is empty,  except for a lone window leading to the roof. You go over and open the window, you motion for BEN to follow. You carefully stick your leg out onto part of the roof, then walk up the slope. BEN follows you up and sits next to you. 

   "Hey BEN, can I tell you something?" You ask, BEN gives you a curious look. "Okay, what's up?" You take a deep breath. "I brought you up here because I wanted to to tell you that, I like you, a lot. And, I hope I can be your  girlfriend?" You end shrinking down a little bit, BEN smiles at you. "I'd love for you to be my girlfriend, Y/n." He says, gently putting his thumb under your chin and lifting it up.

   Your eyes meet with his, you both lean in. His lips met yours, they're soft, but cold. It sends a chill down your spine. You both melt into the kiss, but before anything gets heated, you pull away and hug him. "Thank you, BEN." 

Best. Sleepover. Ever.

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

It’s Too Much

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You are a college student trying to get into nursing school. Being accepted into NYU’s program you just have to make the grade in one more class to start in the fall. This semester has been difficult and only gotten worse since this COVID-19 required your college to close. Living on campus and your family living in Colorado, makes moving back home extremely difficult. Besides you don’t want to leave. That is when your sweet boyfriend offered for you to stay at his apartment.

Oneshot

A/N: It may be a little long, but the ending is freaking adorable

10:15 pm

             Putting away the last bit of your clothes in Steve’s closet, you sigh in relief. Today has been so long starting with waking up early to move all your stuff out of your dorm. Your college has moved all classes online with the COVID-19 outbreak. Since there is virtually no reason to be at school, you decided to move out to get a reimbursement for the rest of the semester.

             Problem is, your school is in New York and your home is St. Louis, Missouri. There is no way for you to get everything in your car and drive half way through the country. Thankfully Steve, your boyfriend, has been gracious enough to share his apartment with you for the remainder of your semester.

             A warm-muscular arm wraps its way around your waist and pulls you toward an even more muscular body. Turning your body to face him, you burry your face in Steve’s chest as you wrap your arms around his torso. Steve places a soft kiss on the top of your head before leaning his against yours. Feeling the light brush of his breath against your hair lures your subconscious to the impending darkness of sleep.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Steve ask. A smile invades your features. You love how attentive he can be.

“No,” you pout. “Going to bed means waking up, and waking up means studying.”

             Steve’s grip on your loosens, prompting you to look up at him. A twinkle of mischief resides in his beautiful blue eyes. A part of you wants him to tell you what he is thinking, though it may be more fun for him to show you.

“I have an idea then.” Steve smirks.

             His arms encircle your legs before you could ask him what he’s up to. Throwing you over his shoulder he walks you over to the bed, and flips your body onto the soft mattress. Laughter erupts from your chest. You find it so cute when he acts so dominant because he surprisingly loves being submissive a great deal of the time. Though seems like tonight he wants to take the reins, and you are more than happy to let his dominant side take over tonight.

***

Next Morning

Inulin can determine glomerular filtration rate in the renal system because it is only filtered, not reabsorbed or secreted…

Mean arterial pressure can be calculated by taking systole + 2 (diastole) / 3…

Trypsin, chymotrypsin, and elastin are endopeptidase enzyme…

             You woke up, your thoughts running a million miles an hour. Looking over at Steve’s alarm clock you see that it reads 5:45 am. Well, I usually wake up at 6, what is 15 minutes really?

             Carefully shimmying out of Steve’s arms, you grab a new pair of underwear, and a fresh pair of sweats and t-shirt from Steve’s side of the closet. Heading over to the bathroom down the hall you turn on the water, wait for it to heat up, and step inside.

             Lathering your head with citrus smelling shampoo, you make a mental note of all the things you need to do today. A sheet of anxiety wraps around your body like a tight uncomfortable blanket. Taking deep breaths you try to focus on the warm water. Imagining it melt away the anxiety from your body, you begin to feel better. Before you know it, the last bit of body soap has been washed away and it is time to get out and start your day.

             Quickly getting dressed in Steve’s soft and warm clothes you head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Popping a bagel into the toaster, you search for some fruit in the refrigerator. Finally coming upon some cut up fruit, you take the container out and pour some on your plate. About that time your bagel is ready to go and all you need is your coffee. Tasting the warm-stimulating hazelnut coffee against your throat, you take a deep breath and dive into your studies

6:15 am

             Opening your laptop, you guide your mouse to a folder holding the rest of your physiology lecture videos. Your professor had his lectures recorded a few years back and thankfully saved them. Without these, you have no idea how challenging the last half of this semester would be.

             Scrolling through the list, you land upon the next video lecture. Waiting for the video to load, you take a sip of our coffee and plug in your headphones. Steve is an early morning riser but is definitely taking the opportunity to sleep in given the new situation. The last thing you want is to wake him up with your school work. He deserves to sleep in every once in a while.

7: 25 am

             Writing down the last bit of notes from the lecture, you look up and see that your breakfast has barely been touched. The bagel has a single bite and only half of the fruit remains. The floors creek behind the bedroom door signaling that Steve has woken up.

             As if on cue the door opens revealing a half asleep posture. Hearing him yawn you look up and offer a morning smile. As he heads into the kitchen for his own cup of coffee, you refocus on rewriting notes from the recent lecture. You have this rhythm down after the first couple weeks of the semester. After class you would rewrite the notes, neatly into a notebook and study them the next day.

“Want some breakfast?” Steve asks.

“I made me some.” You tilt your head toward you cold bagel and coffee and get a disapproving look from your boyfriend.  

8:00 am

             Taking out your laptop again, you log into your school’s blackboard account. You watch as the computer loads your Nutrition book as a yawn of your own settles across your lips. This is your least favorite class of the semester. It has nothing to do with the content. There is just so much of it and your teacher’s lectures are not helpful whatsoever.

“How about a break?” Steve looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, his head against your shoulder. “You just had to wear my clothes, you’re killing me.”

“Not yet, it is only eight in the morning. And I have to keep you entertained somehow.” A pinching feeling hits you in the gut as you think about taking Steve’s advice. You had the same problem while living in the dorm. You never take breaks unless you can’t see straight or it is time for bed, whichever comes first. Of course there were plans you would make with Steve that would take place of a break.

9:30 am

             Finally finishing the chapter for Nutrition, you head back into the kitchen. You throw away the rest of your uneaten breakfast and grab another pot of coffee. Taking in the precious smell you can feel your stomach start to growl from missing the other half of breakfast. You decide there isn’t enough time to make anything, and figure the coffee will just be enough.

“Hon,” Steve’s cautious voice looms over you. You can tell he is trying to tread lightly. He means well, but neither of you have been in this situation where you are living together.

“(Y/N), maybe you should eat something else.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine, thank you though.” You place a reassuring kiss on Steve’s cheek and then head into the living room again.

          The pinching gut feeling returns as you think about Steve’s expression. Maybe I should take a break? You shake your head and conclude you will take one later.

10:05 am

             The simulation for your physiology lab has finally loaded. Your professor for lab has ten lab simulations due this week by Thursday. With all the packing, moving, and unpacking this weekend you haven’t had the chance to get ahead of this. By Wednesday you have to take an online prelab quiz and be prepared to take a post lab quiz at the end of class on Thursday. Since it is all online now you have to definitely zero out time to get it all done on your own.

             Steve comes in with a plate in hand. On it is a piece of toast with a Nutella spread and banana slices nicely resting on top. Involuntarily, your mouth begins to water at the sight of food. Some find it a weird combination but you think it is the best thing you’ve found to eat in a while.

“Here, I made you this.”

             He places the plate of your physiology lab notebook. A tiny bit of annoyance restless onto your surface but you push it away. You know that Steve just wants to make sure you’re eating enough. At the beginning of last semester Steve noticed how little you started to eat with your added stress. This semester isn’t much better, but this way he at least gets to keep a better eye on you. You’ve never had a problem with your appetite. There is just so much on your mind, and so much stress that you barely remember to eat. When you do, it doesn’t take long for your nerves to get the better of you and suppress the want to keep eating.

“Thank you.” You say, and you snake your arm around his neck and bring him in for a kiss.

12:10 pm

“Okay, lunch time!” You claim, excited for a break. “How does a pizza sound?”

             Steve is in the corner of the room working out with his weights. Taking a moment from his current set, Steve nods in agreement. You find a small but noticeable grin hiding against his lips. He is clearly happy to see that you have finally taken a break… well a break to make food.

             The only pizza you guys have is a veggie and chicken frozen pizza. Taking it out of the wrapping, you preheat the oven and wait for it to beep. This moment allows you to turn on the tv and find “Friends” on the screen, your favorite show of all time. Steve crawls up against you even with sweat dripping off onto you.

“Babe! You’re dripping all over the pizza!” You laugh.

“Extra flavor?” Steve’s eyes glimmer as he represses his own laughter.

             After lunch you get back on your computer to log onto your Old Testament/Hebrew Bible class. After the class you organize your notes, work on your paper for the class, and review your notes from both physiology lecture and lab. It isn’t until 6 o’clock that evening before you are done. A friend from a class called needing you to explain something from the lecture today which took a little while.

**

             This routine repeated over and over during this week. Steve recognizes that there was no way this is going to change unless he said something. Though the last thing he wants to do is upset you. He knows how stressed you are about getting into the nursing program. You have a spot actually. You just need to get a B in physiology to keep it, and the first exam did not go as planned.

But Steve does know this isn’t healthy. You are ranging between 7-9 hours of work, with only an hour break at lunch to cook and eat. He would love to offer to cook for you, but he is scared that you’ll take that extra time to keep studying.

“Baby doll?” Steve peers around the corner leading into the living room. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, one second. I just need to finish writing this thought.” You say as you scribble a few more notes in your notebook.

             Steve comes over and sits on the coffee table in front of you. He helps you move your school stuff away. You knit your eyebrows together in confusion. Normally you aren’t done for the day, it is only 4:30 pm.

             Steve’s knees lightly press against yours and he takes your hands in his. Rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs you allow the soothing touch to calm your nerves. Steve leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead that you graciously accept.

“What’s up? You’re scaring me.” You say. A sinking feeling rests in your stomach that are sending your nerves in to a frenzy.

“I love you (Y/N). I love having you hear, but…” you can feel your heart drop. “I am worried about you. All you do is study. I’m sure this is what you’ve been doing this last year but I didn’t realize how much you do until now. You’re too tired to want to work out like you normally do, or able to stay awake while we are watching a movie. On top of that, you barely eat. It’s not healthy.”

“I know, you’re right.” A tear falls down your face. “Living in the dorm I never felt like I could get away from school. I felt like I had to constantly study. When I stayed the night here it would help me separate it easier. Though since I can’t leave, and some of my professors have added extra assignments I’m feeling it becoming a bigger problem than before.”

“Well, then.” Steve’s soft lips graze across yours, taking your breath away. “Let me help with that.”

             Pulling you on his lap, Steve’s fingers tangle in your hair. Steve presses his forehead against yours and both sets of eyes close. Stroking his hands through your hair, you focus on Steve’s breathing. You can’t believe you are lucky enough to find a man that actually cares about your well-being. He is right and you know it. From now on you’re going to do your best to not let school be your whole life.

“You know what I want to do?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“If you say study,” Steve grumbles,��“I’m throwing your notebooks out the window.”

              Shaking your head no, you start by placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek. Trailing down his face onto his neck, Steve grips your hips which brings your body closer. Steve does not understand how great of an advantage he just gave you, and you try to suppress the smile peaking up from your lips. Wrapping your arm around his torso, you wait a moment before reaching behind him. Finding what you are looking for, you bring your lips back to his. Eagerly accepting your kiss he almost doesn’t feel the nerf bullet hit his side.

“Oh no,” Steve’s voice is low and you can feel your heart beat faster. “You’ve done it now.”

             Stumbling to get away, you leap over the back of the couch for cover. Peering over the edge you aim your nerf gun where you last see him, but Steve is already gone. You listen for any sudden movements and try to recall where the other gun was last seen. Remembering it was in the bedroom, you stealthily slide across the floor hoping for another sneak attack.

             Reaching the door, you find it cracked open. You slip your body slowly into the dark room and reach for the light switch. If Steve is hiding, you want to find him before he finds you. The lights turn on and brighten up the room, making your eyes squint.

“Surprise!” Steve jumps from the side of the bed as you feel two nerf bullets attack your abdomen. “I win!”

“But I got you first!” You playfully whine.

“Doesn’t count.” Steve insists. “I win, and I want first place prize.”

             Steve takes even strides toward you. Stopping in front of you, his body towers over your own. His arms pin you against the wall as his wild eyes peer into yours. A burning desire of anticipation ripples through your chest. It is almost too much to bare until Steve finally crashes his lips to yours. Running your hands over his body, and his over yours, you lead him toward the bed and show him how lucky you are to have him.

[365-money-diary]

DAYS 43-49

DAY FORTY-THREE

7:30 AM - Up a little early so I can close on my house. The process is pretty easy and I feel safe about it and such. We do it on the front porch with 6 foot folding table.

8:30 AM - I need to re-caulk the side door trim before I can start painting so I do that while I make my chemex. This is fun (not) because I don’t own a caulk gun. 

10:30 AM - Eat a plant yogurt

12:00 PM - Snack on chips and salsa – damn the salsa I made is so good this time. Also make salad for lunch. I’m set up in the kitchen today which is clearly a bad scene because I keep going to the pantry for more snacks. Relocate to the bedroom.

2:00 PM - I really should get my barre class out of the way today. I have a 4PM happy hour and I know I won’t want to work out after that, so I do a 10 minute low impact ride and then start class.

4:00 PM - I get done with most of the class and hop on zoom. Make refried beans in the instant pot for dinner while we chat.

5:00 PM - Finish the zoom and knock out the last 10 minutes of barre. I don’t like to split the classes up like that but oh well. 

6:00 PM - Finish making the beans as well as rice and jackfruit for burritos. K isn’t hungry so I watch an episode of The Challenge before making the burritos.

7:30 PM - Ok these are really good. Dang! I don’t want to drink tonight so I open a La Croix and try to hydrate.

DAY FORTY-THREE TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-FOUR

8:00 AM - I’m awake and I feel really good. K is still pretty conked out and I get the idea to go to Cartel. I haven’t been in a few months because cases were super high but now seems like a good opportunity. This is the one thing I do behind K’s back. It’s contactless and it’s super safe so I don’t really consider it to be a risk but I know he isn’t ready to drink things directly out of containers they’re served in on the same day you buy them so let’s just leave this between us. Buy a hot oat milk latte and tip $10. $17.57 

10:00 AM - Make a chemex so K doesn’t suspect anything. Hang with him on the couch for a bit and then start moving around the furniture in the kitchen to start taping.

11:30 AM - Take a break to cook breakfast - tofu/egg tacos with field roast sausage.

12:15 PM - Back to taping. It takes forev, but I think I did a good job.

3:45 PM - First coat done. Watch an episode of The challenge before I apply the second.

5:30 PM - Done with the second. Watch more of the challenge.

7:00 PM - Dinner tonight is pozole. I take my time making it and drink a glass of wine while I cook.

8:00 PM - Dang this is so delicious.

DAY FORTY-FOUR TOTAL: $17.57

DAY FORTY-FIVE

9:00 AM - Woah I am SO SORE. What the hell? My quads. Make a chemex and work on putting the kitchen back together, but I run out of time and have to meet with S and her BF on zoom. K joins me and it’s a really good time. 

11:15 PM - Ok back to tape removal. 

12:15 PM - Done! / Looks good! Make more tofu tacos for breakfast.

2:00 PM - My boss is applying for citizenship in the US and she asked me to help build her a website. I have totally spaced it over the past two weeks and get cracking on it today. Make some good progress and send her what I have.

4:00 PM - Watch some episodes of The Challenge. For whatever reason this feels like the first time I’ve actually relaxed this weekend and I am here for it.

6:00 PM - We drive to a bar I DJ at on the reg during non-pandemic times to do a pick up of their Valentine’s Day special. Neither K or I are big V Day fans and we feel like this is good enough to “celebrate.” We get two veggie dogs, fries and a bottle of wine to take home. J (my friend who owns the bar) runs my card for $31ish and I tip $20. K insists he pays and he venmos me $50. $1.89

7:00 PM - I haven’t had fries in like… a year. And these ones are really delicious! The wine is good too. Spend the rest of the evening catching up on my blog. I haven’t felt very motivated to work on it this month.

8:00 PM - Get a charge from Amazon… S is buying movies again. Make a venmo request for $16 and she fulfills it. $0.19

DAY FORTY-FIVE TOTAL: $2.08

DAY FORTY-SIX

8:30 AM - WOW I am still sore WTF. Make a chemex and notice my tea kettle has a rust spot. Damnit. At this point, I would rather just buy an electric kettle with a gooseneck spout to get rid of both of my kettles, but I’m trying to stick to my budget this month. I’ve been covering K’s groceries throughout the pandemic and he owes me around $2k at this point. Because of this, I’ve kind of cut back on clothing and other frivolous purchases until he starts to pay me back so I can still save money every month. But rust is rust and I don’t want to get sick. Buy a Stagg EKG kettle with a nice wood handle. $160.62

10:00 AM - plant yogurt, a clementine and Pure Barre weekly charge. $15

12:00 PM - It’s salad time but I’m kind of out of tempeh and am a little burnt out on the miso Asian vibe anyways. Toss together some greens, bell pepper, onion, carrots, snap peas, cucumber, and a frozen Quorn spicy chicken patty and top it with cashew ranch. It’s honestly really good. 

4:00 PM - Call M to wish him a happy bday. Tell him either next Sunday or the Sunday after that we will do a lunch thing together in his backyard to celebrate. Drink a nuun while we chat.

5:15 PM - I do a pure barre workout but make the mistake of doing it on my work computer at the post-workday slacks are coming in hot this AM. My body’s HR doesn’t really pick up but I still feel proud of myself for pushing thru the soreness.

7:00 PM - K and I eat big burritos for dinner with jackfruit, beans, rice, lettuce, tofutti sour cream, cheeze, and jalapenos with chips and salsa. They’re so good and I am sad that we’re out of tortilla chips and salsa now.

8:00 PM - Since dinner was kinda big and I had fries yesterday, I spend the evening hydrating instead of drinking wine. K and I watch a 4 part docuseries on Elisa Lam & the Cecil Hotel. At some point he goes off to work on some stuff and I wrap up this website I’m building for my boss who is working on getting her green card.

DAY FORTY-SIX TOTAL: $175.62

DAY FORTY-SEVEN

9:00 AM - Make a chemex. Finish the site and send it to my boss who approves. Hopefully I don’t have to actually post it for her. I hate dealing with hosting and such. 

10:00 AM - I don’t really want yogurt today and find a small portion of tofu scramble leftover from Sunday. Heat that up and top with truffle hot sauce.

12:00 PM - Kill the rest of the salad ingredients today by making the same dish as yesterday but with peas instead of red bell peppers. Review the site I made for my boss. She sends me a $100 amazon gift card! How sweet.

5:00 PM - Get sucked in a meeting and am not able to leave until 5:30. I’m not interested in exercising this late so I zone out on the couch for a bit and snack on some gf pretzels. Start a new season of The Challenge. Drink a glass of wine.

7:00 PM - Heat up leftover pozole for dinner. Eat with K while we “watch” a hockey game. 

8:30 PM - Pour another glass of wine and chat on the phone with Q. I end up feeling super antsy halfway through our conversation and decide to take a walk. I do a nice loop down to the lake and back to my house. Next time we decide that we will walk together.

10:30 PM - I check my phone after our conversation to see 100 slack messages from various team members. Looks like there is something going on which will affect the report I have to give tomorrow. Read thru, ask some questions and feel good about what I have to change.

DAY FORTY-SEVEN TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-EIGHT

8:15 AM - Up a little early today so I can adjust my report. Make a chemex while I pull numbers.

9:30 AM - Present the info. It’s good stuff! My boss is out of town so I think today should be pretty chill. Get a note from my bank that the wire of leftover funds from the mortgage stuff has been transferred to my checking totaling $1250.39. 

12:00 PM - Make broccoli fried rice for lunch. Things turn chaotic for the rest of the day and by the time I know it, it’s 4:00 PM

4:15 PM - Decide to cut out early today and take a live barre class. 20 minutes in (10 minutes before 5), I get a message from my teammate asking to hop on zoom. She has computer issues so I’m actually able to finish the class before she’s ready. 

7:00 PM - Finally done working. Rinse off and make pasta for dinner. Drink 3 glasses of wine. 

9:30 PM - K and I play Mario Kart for a while before turning in.

DAY FORTY-EIGHT TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-NINE

8:30 AM - Today has to be more chill than yesterday… It just has to be. Make a chemex. See that my hair dresser is selling shirts for her shop. Venmo her. $25

12:00 PM - Prep chicken seitan shreds. Broccoli fried rice for lunch with seltzer. 

1:30 PM - Finish making the seitan, eat an apple, gf pretzels and carrots. I realize I forgot to eat breakfast this AM. Ugh.

5:00 PM - My butt is super sore from yesterday but I do my barre workout anyways. It’s so nice to not be interrupted. My cal burn is low but I don’t even care. It’s just nice to move.

6:00 PM - Rinse off and prep dinner. We make buffalo chicken sandwiches with roasted potatoes. They turn out pretty good and I’m excited to eat them over the next few days.

8:00 PM - Drink a glass of wine. I google if I can have more since I’m getting the COVID vaccine tomorrow and it seems like one is ok but maybe not more so I decide against it.

DAY FORTY-NINE TOTAL: $25

[darkjanet2]

Drusilla's Soul Ch. 13

Palm Springs Route 66 at 6:20 AM

The next morning, investigators swarmed the scene of the incident on Route 66. The paramedics carried the two corpses in the body bags and took them to the ambulance while the police officers identified their ID cards.

Kristy Mae Calkin, age 23, and Anthony Bryan Harrison, age 23 were killed by some vicious animals. No one knew what had happened, but due to the large presence of investigators and personal on scene it was something very big. The news reporters and the camera crews talked about the incident. These young couples were murdered by something or someone and had fatally bite marks on their necks like they were some kind of vicious animals.

There was African-American male who was 40 something years old, he was a veteran detective from the 17th precinct of L.A.P.D. He entered the crime scene tape and asked the investigator.

“What do we have here?” asked Daniel Bollis, it was his name.

“Well, we have bodies here on the road. The young couple appeared to have been attacked by a vicious animal due to the puntures of the neck marks on the victim’s necks.” said John.

“Pfft, don’t tell me there are wolves or mountain lions appear on the goddamn road. Are there any fingerprints here?” asked Daniel.

“I have found these fingerprints. We’ll need to analyze at the laboratory.” said John. Daniel nodded.

The reporters and camera crews rushed in, “Did you say wolves and lions could have been the cause of these bodies?” A reporter asked another question; “Do you know where these animals could be now?”

“I’m not obligated to answer these questions. There are no species in this road nor do I believe supernatural creatures. We have this murder case here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to work things to do.” said Daniel, pushing them out of the way.

Daniel spoke to the investigators and police officers cleared off the road.

San Francisco, CA 7:30 AM

Drusilla’s house-

Drusilla warmed up pig blood in the mug from the microwave. She turned on the TV to watch the news. She heard the microwave beep when the mug was done. She took out the mug from the microwave and she went to the living room to watch the news.

Two hours later, Drusilla began working on her computer doing some project research. She was always working at home. She was a vampire with psychic abilities, she had a soul and now she became a Psychic Detective. She hunted spirits, ghosts, and demons from their homes.

A notification came across, “In breaking news, creatures have been spotted all over Japan running rampant. The creatures are either coming out blurred or not showing on camera.”

Drusilla looked curious at this article. ‘Hmm, I wonder what happened in Japan? I think I’ll have to take a trip next week.’

The sound of chime ringtone from her Smartphone. She picked up and masked her caller ID, it was Leon, Drusilla’s boyfriend. She answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Drusilla, how are you doing?” Leon greeted his girlfriend on the phone.

“Hi, Leon. I’m doing fine. I’m just working on my project. So, how are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going great, Dru. Just working on my music, as well.” said Leon.

“That’s great!” Dru beamed a smile.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering… If you want to come to the nightclub. Is it alright I can pick you up at 8:00?” Leon asked.

“Oh, yeah. I want to have fun again. I’m sure Britney and David will be here, too.” said Drusilla.

“Really? Are they your friends?” he asked.

“Yeah, I met them at the bar that night. I’m sure you’ll meet them.” said Drusilla.

“Okay. I’ll see you at the Temple Nightclub at 8:00.” said Leon.

“Okay, I love you. Bye.” said Drusilla.

“Love you, too, Dru.” said Leon.

They hung up.

Drusilla sighed, she went to a website called Princess Cruises and she ordered a ticket to visit Japan and she would go on a mission next week. She wouldn’t be delayed. She glanced at the clock which was 9:45 AM. She headed back to her home office.

4:45 PM at JCPenney

Drusilla was shopping at the JCPenney that she bought a beautiful black sheath dress and a black T-strap pump, and a pair of silver bangles. She went to the checkout and bought these clothes.

5:01 PM at Drusilla’s house

Drusilla got home and hung her coat in the clothes rack. She set her shopping bag in her bedroom. Drusilla called her cat Jade and gave her a cat food for dinner. She petted her. She went to the living room to watch her favorite movie.

6:36 PM

After she finished watching the movie, she headed to take a shower. She washed her hair and body with the smell of violet and jasmine. She brushed her teeth and put on makeup. She put on the black dress and pump. She sprayed herself with White Diamond by Elizabeth Taylor. Drusilla looked fantastic.

7:15 PM

When the sky fell to dusk, Leon’s car pulled up Dru’s house and honked as he had arrived. Dru got out, set up a security alarm, and locked the door. She entered Leon as they greeted each other and went to their destination at the nightclub.

7:55 PM

They arrived at the Temple Nightclub and were ready to have fun. They entered the nightclub and there were LED light and strobe lights everywhere and they could hear the music sound of trance. And those people were dancing. Drusilla smiled at it.

A short blond girl spotted Drusilla and her boyfriend at the entrance. She waved at them.

“Drusilla! Is that you?” the blond shouted.

“Britney?” surprised Drusilla, she hasn’t seen her in 3 months.

“Yeah! How have you been? Haven’t seen you in 3 months.” she said.

“I’m doing great. It’s been a while since I met you at the nightclub. So, how are you and David?” she asked.

“Oh, we’re fine. The doctor fixed David’s arm and he was fully healed in the last 3 months. And I wanted to thank you for saving our lives back.” said Britney.

“Oh, it’s no big deal.” said Drusilla.

“Hey, who’s this guy?” asked David.

“Oh, Britney, David, I’d like to meet my lover. This is Leon,” Drusilla said. “Leon and I even matched on Tinder.”

“No way!” exclaimed Britney.

“Yes way.” said Drusilla.

“Hi, Britney. Nice to meet you.” said Leon, shaking her hand.

“Hi, I’m David.” said David, shaking his hand.

“So, uh, how about we get a drink, yeah?” asked Leon.

“Yeah, let’s order some.” agreed David.

They drank their booze and the couple asked Leon what was his hobby and occupation. He told them he was a music producer and he was always making music. Britney and David were astonished.

When the next song played Be My Lover by La Bouche. It was Drusilla’s favorite song. She told Leon to come dance with her, Leon agreed. David and Britney joined them.

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

They began to dance rhythmically on the dance floor.

Be my lover, wanna be me lover (lover)

Looking back on all the time we spent together

You oughta know by now if you wanna be my lover

Wanna be my lover

Go ahead and take your time, boy you gotta feel secure

Before I make you mine, baby, you have to be sure

You wanna be my lover, wanna be my lover, wanna be my lover

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

Drusilla’s arms wrapped around Leon’s neck and Leon’s hands wrapped around Drusilla’s waist as they closed each other.

must confess

Girl, yes, I wanna be your lover

Take a chance, my love is like no other

On the dance floor getting down

Hold tight, I'll never let you down

My love is definitely the key

Like Boyz II Men I'm on bended knee

Loving you, not like your brother, aw yeah

I want to be your lover

I hear what you say, I see what you do

I know everything I need to know about you

And I want you to know that it's telling me

You wanna be my lover

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

David’s hands were on her waist, Britney’s arms wrapped David’s neck as they looked in their eyes while they were dancing.

Oh be my lover, yeah

Oh be my lover

I know you wanna be my lover

I know you wanna be mine

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da da da da

La da da dee da

La da da da dee da

La da dee da da da da da

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee, wanna be my lover

A ha ye heyee

Oh be my lover, yeah

The song ended and they appulased.

Midnight

Leon and Drusilla were riding home after the nightclub, he dropped Drusilla off as she gave him a goodbye kiss. She unlocked and locked the door. She was having so much fun at the nightclub. She was ready to go to bed

[fxkthatdairy]

The Principal’s Office Part Four~ Grayson Dolan

Overview: (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) was the new 5th grade History teacher at The Dolan’s Private Academy in New Jersey. She moved across the country to teach at the school. On the first day, an unexpected visitor stops by her classroom to check in on her. What happens when they fall head over heels for each other?

Warnings:Extreme fluff, slight smut

(Y/N) woke up that next morning around 9:00 and slid out of bed still in a state of bliss of her date with Grayson last night. The furniture was to be delivered around noon so she jumped in the shower real quick. She put on a pair of comfortable shorts and a old t-shirt. She threw her hair in a quick messy bun and went downstairs to make breakfast. She decided to make some pancakes, bacon and eggs. She texted Grayson that the delivery truck would be here around noon and he texted that he was on his way. She turned on some George Michael on her speakers as she cooked. She heard the doorbell ring and paused her cooking to go answer the door. There stood Grayson and as anyone could tell his twin brother.

“Good morning,” she greeted Grayson with a hug and stuck her hand out to shake Ethan’s hand, “I’m (Y/N), you must be Ethan. It’s nice to meet you. Come on in. I’m making breakfast.”

“Nice to meet you as well.” He said and they walked in. She went back to cooking and turned her music off so that she could make conversation with Grayson and Ethan.

“So I’m making pancakes right now and there is bacon and eggs on the island. The plates are in the cabinet near the fridge. Feel free to make yourselves a plate.” She said with a smile as she flipped the pancake. They both nodded their heads and grabbed a plate and made them a plate of food. She placed two pancakes each on their plates and made her own plate of food before sitting next to Grayson on the bar stools. The delivery people rang the doorbell and (Y/N) let them in and they began bringing in the packages and placing them where they were supposed to go. Grayson and Ethan went to help and (Y/N) told the movers where she needed the stuff to go. One of the movers were getting a little too close to (Y/N) then Grayson’s liking. He could tell she was getting uncomfortable and that was seriously infuriating him.

“If you ever need anyone to show you around town sweetcakes, give me a call.” He said and he tried to hand her his card and she refused.

“Please do not call me that and I’m seeing someone at the moment who has showed me the town so I’m not interested.” She said uncomfortably as the man was really in her personal space.

“Don’t worry sweetcakes, he won’t care. Trust me.” He said with a wink and (Y/n) shivered from the cringe. This set Grayson off.

“HE definitely would care. Now would you kindly leave her alone before I call your supervisor and have you fired and reported for sexual harassment.” Grayson said and wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder. The feeling of his arm around her shoulder made (Y/N) feel more secure and relaxed.

“Sorry man, didn’t know she was yours.” The man walked off and went back to work. Grayson was definitely going to being telling the supervisor about that employee. Grayson rubbed (Y/N) back soothingly before getting back to work. They weren’t technically dating but that small gesture made (Y/N) feel protected and as if she was in a relationship. The movers unloaded the whole truck and then left, leaving Grayson, Ethan, and (Y/N) to put together the furniture. (Y/N) needed to go grab some food for lunch so she went to Subway, leaving Grayson and Ethan at the house to continue putting together the dining room table as they were previously doing. As soon as she left, the brothers began conversing.

“You love her man. I can tell, you’ve never been this way about anyone before. Have you asked her out officially yet?” Ethan asked.

“No, not yet. Last night on our date, I kissed her and she kissed back. I just got nervous and didn’t ask her to be my girlfriend. When that asshole was talking to her like that, I wanted to punch his teeth out. I feel like she’s my one man.” Grayson said as he screwed in the base of the table.

“Then you need to ask her out dude. I saw the way she looked at you, she loves you Grayson. If you don’t ask her soon it might be too late.” Ethan said as he helped put the last piece of the table together.

(Y/N) came back with the food and handed it out to the guys and ate her food as well. After they finished eating, (Y/N) tried to help as much as Grayson would let her. Truth was Grayson was raised to never let the lady do the hard work, no matter how hard it was on him, he shouldn’t let the ladies do it.

“I can help Gray, I know how to use a screwdriver.” She said as she stood over Grayson who was pouring sweat.

“It’s okay (Y/N), I’ve got it.” He said panting as Ethan handed him another screw.

“I am going to help Gray. You’re dripping in sweat and sound exhausted.” She said and took an extra screwdriver and some screws and began to help screw in the parts to the couch. Grayson sighed as he knew she was going to help anyway.

A few hours later and they were almost done. They had done everything except for (Y/N)’s bedroom. The Twins were currently working on putting together her wooden bed frame while (Y/N) was putting together her TV Stand. She set up all the cords and had the TV completely put together. She even put together her nightstands by herself. Sweaty, tired and out of breath, they all high-fived each other as they had finished.

“Thank you guys so much.” She said as she laid down on her hardwood floors to cool her body down. Grayson sat down right beside her.

“No problem (Y/N). I was half I could help. Well I’ve got to go, my mom needs my help with something.” Ethan said and gave you a quick hug before walking out.

“I’m going to stay a little longer, if you don’t mind.” Grayson said from the floor.

“Of course.” She said and sat down beside him leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow during class. No heels for me.” She said with a laugh. It was only 6:30 and she had a good two hours before she had to start getting ready for bed.

“Definitely,” he said, “(Y/N) I’ve got something to say but I’m scared I’m going to scare you away.”

“Go ahead Gray, nothing you say is going to make me leave.” She said a placed a hand on his shoulder.

“(Y/N), I love you. I know this all seems so sudden but when I laid eyes on you in the store I fell hard. I know this is fast and unusual because I am your boss but let’s throw away labels and look at what’s underneath. It’s just me and you and I fucking love you more than I’ve loved any girl. You are beautiful, intelligent, loyal, trustworthy, honest, and the kindest human. I see myself growing old with you and having a family with you. So please be my girlfriend? I’ll promise to love you, to care for you, to be there for you, to never let work I refer with us, to hold you, to trust you, to rely on you, and to be loyal to only you. So please be mine.” He said sweetly looking directly into her eyes for any signs of rejection. He saw the cogs turning in her brain but she didn’t didn’t give any signs of rejection so he still had hope.

She took a deep breath and dabbed the little tears that were welling in her eyes, no one had every said anything so sweet and from the heart like that to her. “Grayson, you are the most kind-hearted, respectable, honest, trust-worthy, handsome man I know. Of course I would love to be yours. You’ve shown me a side of life I didn’t even know existed. I’ll be your girlfriend Grayson.” She said and kissed him gently on the lips. He kissed back and pull her on top of his lip deepening the kiss. He began trailing his kissed softly down her neck and across her collarbone.

“Gray we are all sweaty.” (Y/N) moaned as Grayson kept softly kissing her neck.

“You’re right. Let’s take a shower.” He said with a smirk and picked her up with ease. (Y/N) let out a small squeak and Grayson carried her to the bathroom.

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