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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 1 year

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I posted 1,690 times in 2022

That's 562 more posts than 2021!

231 posts created (14%)

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All it Takes to Grow

AO3

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I don’t think watering it is going to do much.”

“Oh?” He quirked a brow and gave her a boyish grin as he put the cap back on the bottle. “Why’s that?”

She shrugged, shaking her head as she laughed. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to grow into much.”

“Well,” he shrugged as well, his smile softening, “give it time. Who knows what will grow given the right care.”

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The fresh smell of the early morning rain mingled with the scent of damp soil, tickling her nose with the promise of new growth. She sat back on her heels to check her progress so far. She had finished repotting her hydrangea into a bigger pot to accommodate for any new growth. And she had transplanted some of her irises and pruned the climbing roses. All that she had left to do was retrain some of the branches of her climbing roses to wrap around the railings of her balcony, sweep up, put fresh batteries in her fairy lights, and her balcony would be all prepped for the spring.

It wasn’t as big as the balcony of her childhood bedroom had been, but she loved every inch of it. There was room enough for her wrought iron bistro table with its two matching chairs. As well as room for several plots that held irises and miniature hydrangeas. She had even managed to fit a potted ornamental cherry tree in one of the corners. And with the climbing roses she had trained to wrap around the railings of her balcony, once everything was grown and in bloom, it would be her own little oasis.

She had really lucked out when she found this apartment; she was on the top floor of her building and at the end of the hall, which meant that there were only two balconies on this side of the building. Hers, and the one that belonged to the person across the all from her. And the balcony got the perfect amount of sun. She even had a nice view, and the area was quiet.

It really was perfect.

And it was the perfect day too. It would only take her another hour, two tops, to finish getting everything tidied up. Then maybe she would sit out here with a slice of the quiche her parents had sent home with her last night, along with a cup of coffee and her sketchbook-

“Sorry to bother you, Marinette.” She jolted at the sound of the voice, falling back off her heels and onto her rear. At the last second, she remembered not to clutch her gardening glove-clad hands to her heart. Not that It would have mattered that much, given she was in the old, worn-out clothes she reserved specifically for gardening and getting dirty. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” she cried as she stood, turning to smile at her neighbour.

“Are you ok?” Luka’s face was crinkled in concern, and she couldn’t help but flush. “You didn’t-“

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine! No bumps, no bruises. Just fine…” her rambling voice trailed off at the soft smile on his face that sent the warmth in her cheeks deepening. It took her a second—or perhaps a moment—to realize she was staring stupidly at him. “Right! You… you needed something?”

“Right,” he rubbed the back of his neck before gesturing to her hydrangea. “I was just wondering where you got all your flower pots from.”

“Oh.” She glanced around at her flowerpots; they all matched, despite their varying sizes. And while she didn’t know much about Luka, she wouldn’t have thought they were his style. They were plain, but the curved shapes, pearly white colour, and scalloped details gave them a distinctly girly vibe that she hadn’t thought Luka would go for. But then again, who was she to judge. Besides, they weren’t the only style the shop carried. “Fu’s Florals. It’s by Café Cassette.”

“Great. Thank you, Marinette.” She ignored the butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the smile he gave her.

“Yeah, no problem. Are you starting your own garden?” She nodded towards his mostly bare balcony. He had only moved in a couple of weeks ago, and save a couple of chairs and a large wooden crate that was obviously being used as a makeshift table, there was nothing on his balcony.

“Yeah. I’ve been pretty inspired by yours.” He waved to her as he headed back towards the door that led into his apartment. “Thanks again!”

“Yeah, no problem.”

***

Her work was done, she was freshly showered and in clean clothes, and she had finished her lunch. And now she was sitting on her balcony, sketchbook in hand, trying to puzzle out her new neighbour.

He had moved into the apartment across the hall from her three weeks ago, and since then, they had exchanged casual pleasantries. She had given him some recommendations for good places to eat and shop in the area. Including her parent’s bakery. And she had warned him about the old lady who lived on the second floor, who had a habit and hobby of telling young people about all the ways they did things wrong. And he had helped her carry her groceries when a seam in one of her shopping bags had split, sending her shopping spilling out all over the place.

But those favours and pleasantries and casual small talk had been the extent of their interaction. All she had learned about him from those interactions were his name and the fact that he was a sweet and helpful guy. Everything else she knew about him was from what she had noticed about him.

And he was very easy to notice.

It wasn’t just about his looks—though his whole tall, dark and handsome thing and piercing blue eyes certainly made his looks noticeable—she had managed to pick up on a few details, a few clues as to who he was.

And the first thing she knew was that he loved music. The day he had moved in, he and a parade of people had carried instrument after instrument into his unit. They had all been in cases, but she had recognized a few based on their size and shape; there had been at least three guitars and a couple of violins.

There had been more, but she hadn’t recognized their shapes and their contents were a mystery. But there was always music coming from his apartment. It was never loud—he had asked her if it had bothered her, which it most certainly hadn’t—and the genres were always varied. The instruments that played the music varied too.

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51 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

"Randomly texting a gif or emoji" - but the emoji/gif was meant for Juleka and he accidentally sent it to Marinette instead?

You already know you're getting a dammit fic out of this one, but it isn't quite finished yet! Hopefully this snipped will tide you over until then 😆🧛🏻‍♀️🦇

Based on this prompt list

AO3

She had only been out of her room for a few minutes, but when she came back, she had to stop and stare in utter bewilderment. Her phone—which she knew she had left on her desk—was sitting on a pile of scrap fabric on her floor. And it was buzzing.

Nonstop.

Who was texting her so incessantly?

Had Clara Nightingale dropped a new single she didn’t know about?

Did Jagged have a new commission request?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she could almost feel the blood draining from her face.

Had someone had an accident? Was someone hurt or sick in the hospital? Was someone-

She tripped over her feet, almost face planting into the floor, in her mad scramble to grab her phone. Her fingers shook as the clasped the still vibrating phone. They were trembling so much, she had to type her code in twice to unlock the phone because she kept pressing the wrong numbers.

But when she pulled up her text inbox, she froze.

She could only stare in complete and utter confusion. She had literally dozens of messages from a number she didn’t recognize. Had one of her friends gotten a new number and forgotten to tell her? Was someone trying to reach her using a different phone? Was this some kind of new scam?

Her phone buzzed with a notification of a new, incoming text message.

Tentatively, she tapped on the message notification to bring up the text… well, could she really call it a conversation when it was more of a barrage?

And what?

The messages were all just gifs and emojis. And weird gifs at that. They all seemed to be some puppet… puppet vampire?

What?

Was that… was that the Count? From Sesame Street? She hadn’t watched it in years—not since Manon had outgrown it—but she was pretty sure that they were gifs of the Count.

Who was sending her gifs of the Count?

And why?

And why was this person sending so many bat emojis?

She tried to scroll up to the first message that had been sent to see if there was anything that would give her any context for what was happening right now. But she never made it more than a couple scrolls up before a new message would come in, bringing the conversation back down to the newest message.

The person had moved on to sending gifs of bats—cartoon and otherwise—and more emojis.

But they were all bats and vampires.

She was just about to start typing out a message demanding to know was texting her when the person sent an ever more bewildering message.

Unknown Number: look whos joined the 21st century now!!!! 🕺👨‍🎤

What?

Unknown Number: 🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️ 🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻 🧛🏻‍♂️🧛🏻‍♂️🧛🏻‍♂️

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52 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch10

Juleka vs. the Forces of Two Idiots in Love

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

I know it's been a hot minute since I updated, and for that, I am so sorry (especially since I didn't think it would take me this long 😬) Anyone else feel like they blinked and April was just gone? Because I do. But the good news about one of the reasons it took me so long to update is because I've been having lots of fun working on some of my other current WIPs (and there are even a few new ones 😉) But I really appreciate your patience and support everyone!! 💖 💖 💖

I'm super excited for you all to read this chapter and I think quite a few of you have been waiting for something like this (I think. I hope). I've actually had some of these scenes written since January, but obviously other things had to happen first. All that being said, I hope you enjoy!! 💖 💖 💖

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She couldn’t help but frown at the sight in front of her, despite how seemingly perfect it was. Marinette and Luka were sprawled out in two of the lounge chairs on deck; Luka with his guitar and Marinette with her knitting. And every so often, he would look at Marinette with his Marinette smile like the completely lovestruck sap he was. And every time he looked away, Marinette would look over at him with her completely lovestruck Luka smile.

But they kept missing each other. If they would just look at the same time, maybe those two idiots would see what was staring them straight in the face!

It was infuriating! If it weren’t for the fact that she had just touched up her hair colour, she would be ripping her hair out.

They said love was blind. And so too, apparently, were the two idiots who were so in love with each other.

Those two idiots were blind… but it was a good thing she wasn’t.

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She had considered trying the subtle approach. But that hadn’t worked out in her favour with Luka so far. And given his record of being a total and complete idiot about the whole Marinette situation…

She didn’t want to give him any opportunities to weasel himself out of the talk they were about to have.

“When are you going to ask Marinette out?” she asked, plopping down onto the sofa.

Luka jumped. “Jeez, don’t sneak up on me like that!” He narrowed his eyes at her. “And what do you mean, ‘when am I going to ask Marinette out?’”

“I mean,” she said, not bothering to hide the way she rolled her eyes, “when are you going to ask Marinette out?”

“I’m not.”

“What?” She almost jumped to her feet but stopped herself at the last second. Was he still going on with the sweet but completely misguided 'not wanting to pressure her' thing? “Why in the world would you not?”

Luka seemed to sink further into the armchair as if he was trying to disappear. “I don’t see how this is your business-“

She levelled him with a glare. “Why won’t you ask her out?”

He sighed. “She doesn’t like me that way.” He said it so matter of factly. So assured in the perceived accuracy of his statement.

How could he be so stupid?

“Well, how do you know she doesn’t like you back?” Where had he gotten that ridiculous idea was beyond her.

“I told her how I feel.”

What?

“What? When?” His face was bright red, and he wouldn’t look her in the eye, even though she had practically thrown herself against the arm of the sofa in her demand for answers.

“At the TVi station,” he mumbled, still not looking up from the textbook in his lap.

So he had confessed… the same day he had been akumatized. But if he had confessed to her… how was Marinette under the impression that he didn’t like her? She needed details! She needed to know exactly what he had said!

And what Marinette had said…

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Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch 13

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Miraculous iii

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

Sorry for the delay in posting this everyone! This chapter took a lot longer than I anticipated. I was had 95% of this chapter written and then I ended up hating it so I scrapped everything except one scene. Then rewriting took a long time because, well, Min said it best, "Fight scenes are to writers what hands are to artists." I struggle with fight scenes, a lot, so I really wanted to take my time with this. Also, I definitely overthought this chapter a lot 😂

A big shoutout to the LBSC crew for helping motivate me to finally get this edited, and a big thank you to Ver for listening to me whine and complain about how much this chapter was kicking my butt, and for helping me come up with the idea for All-Seer. And thank you to all of you for your patience and support.

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“Juleka Couffaine…”

She was not supposed to be seeing this.

“…this is the miraculous of the tiger.”

She was not supposed to be hearing this.

“It grants the power of stealth…”

This could not be happening.

Because she definitely was not supposed to be a hero.

There was no way. She had seen too much. She had heard too much. She knew too much.

Was witness protection still an option?

“…will you use it for the greater good?”

Ladybug held out the open box —a red and black spotted one— that contained a panjas bracelet. Her face was a mask of confidence and strength. But she could see the cracks of the facade in her eyes. She had been fighting this akuma for over an hour. Chat Noir had been fighting it too. Sort of. But his help had seemed less than helpful from what she had seen on the news…

She could see the stress and weariness in Ladybug’s eyes.

When she had told Marinette she could ask for help, this had not been what she had had in mind! She had meant that Ladybug should ask for Luka’s help! He was already Viperion! Surely he would be a better choice?

Besides, she wasn’t a hero!

But…

Her mind flicked back to their talk from last night. She had told Marinette she could—and should—ask for help. And she had…

She had called on her.

She needed her help.

And she had promised Marinette she would have her back.

And she wasn’t one to break a promise.

She reached out and took the miraculous. “You can count on me.”

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How did Marinette do this?

How did Luka do this?

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54 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch 7

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Girl Squad ii

Sorry, this one is coming to you later than expected, I've been feeling a little burnt out lately. Work has been super busy so updates probably won't be as frequent as they used to be, but I promise I'm not abandoning this fic! Thanks for your patience!

This chapter is a little longer than expected, but it includes a moment I think many of you have been waiting for!

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

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That wasn’t right. Marinette wasn’t supposed to be at the park with Adrien.

She knew Marinette wasn’t supposed to be there because she was supposed to be trying the new Italian place with Luka. And she knew that because she was the one who had — off-handedly and with no ulterior motive, of course—mentioned that he had been wanting to try it since it opened. And she had been there when Luka got the text from Mari asking him to try it with her.

And obviously, she had been there to give him a knowing look when he grinned at his phone like the lovesick idiot he was.

So Marinette couldn’t be here. She had to be seeing things. Unless…

Alya.

She scanned the park in search of auburn hair. It didn’t take her long to spot her friend hiding behind some bushes with Nino.

She forced herself to take slow, deep breaths as she pulled out her phone, lest she end up throwing it.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: where are you?

Idiot 🎸: home

As suspected.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I thought you had a date tonight

Queen of Darkness 🦇: what happened?!

Idiot 🎸: 1- not a date

Idiot 🎸: 2- Alya said it was a bff emergency

Queen of Darkness 🦇: YOU DO REALIZE THATS CODE FOR AN ADRIEN PLOT RIGHT???!!!!

She didn’t know what would be worse, if he did know or if he was actually an idiot.

Idiot 🎸: yeah

Idiot 🎸: it doesnt matter

Of course, it mattered!

Idiot 🎸: it’s fine

No, it wasn’t!

Idiot 🎸: I don’t want to pressure her

She and her brother were going to have words.

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67 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

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quiche-on-the-hellsite · 2 years

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y'know I should rewatch wordgirl just for dr two brains

maybe he's the real reason I started listening to will wood and tally hall

#quiche rambles #wordgirl #keeping that tag in case i start to fixate on it

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amos-burton · 6 years

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rian johnson owes me 11.80€

#marie rambles #it could've been a good movie but no #i facepalmed so much #i overall liked poe's arc a lot #and luke being Extra #the last 30 mins of the movie were pretty cool #but the rest ? some parts had potential bit could've been dond wayyyy better #but * done*#(aka the finn & rose part)#(finn's ptsd when facing phasma ?? would've been so interesting. + let john boyega act ffs)#some shouldn't have existed at all #(aka 'omg poor misunderstood baby quiche lorraine'... like wtf)#(seriously rey deserved better than this shit)#tlj spoilers #the last jedi spoilers #star wars spoilers #the last jedi #in the tags #text

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iwavibes · 3 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; thirty five

----haikyuu social media au

iwaizumi y/n, nekoma's second year manager, has always been in love with kozume kenma. in an attempt to get her to move on, her two best friends introduce her to the prettiest boys they know.

besides, the only way to move on is to actually move on, right?

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You took a deep breath as you came face to face with the gate, the only thing separating you from the boy on the other side. You took a quick glance at the opened messages on your phone. Seen. It hurt you to know that your best friend was purposefully ignoring you. You were fine two days ago. You wondered what changed or what you might've done to make him act this way.

Your eyes sparked up at the sound of a message notification, your eyes zeroing in on the message Shirabu sent.

'it will ♥️'

And you felt the weight on your shoulders lighten at that. Even though he didn't know what it was about, his words comforted you like no other. Especially at this exact moment.

Mustering up every bit of courage you have in you, you pushed the gate open. The moment you lock eyes with the tired but nervous ones he held, you could feel your earlier bravery dwindle away almost instantly.

"Kenma…" you breathed out. Your voice sounded like you've run a marathon when in fact, it was your nerves eating you away.

"Y/n…" he replied, almost as nervous as you were.

"L-look…" you started. "About what happened last week…" you couldn't seem to look him in the eyes, instead fixating your gaze on the ground. You sneaked a glance his way, only to see a pair of expectant eyes staring back.

You didn't know what he wanted you to say nor what he was thinking. But you've rehearsed this a hundred times, a thousand if you counted the ones you did in your head, and so the words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop it. You looked away.

"It was a mistake." You say with every bit of faux conviction you could conjure up. "It was all just a rush of emotions, you know? I didn't know what came over me when I did it. A spur in the moment. Like one of those time limited missions in story games and you have to pick a choice fast? I'm sorry. That was a very dick move and the fact that I'm telling you it was a mistake is even worse. I just… don't know what I was thinking." You were rambling now, you know you were but you can't seem to stop. "We've been friends for years now and you're one of the rare people that stuck to my side even after that incident. I cherish that. The fact that you didn't care and that you were happy to be friends with me. It sucks that I have to move away so abruptly. I really want to leave everything on a good note and not awkward… but I can't help but think that I just ruined everything."

"I-is that what you want?" His voice was soft. Like a newly fluffed pillow and gentle like a sweet lullaby.. But there was also a twinge of hesitancy imbued in the way he spoke. You can sense it.

You closed your eyes before nodding your head. "Yes."

You hear him sigh. What was it? Relief? Defeat? You didn't know. A flurry of emotions raged through your body and you stiffen at the silence.

If you could only look his way. Look at the expression he was wearing. See the disappointed eyes that bore on your turned skull. Maybe you would've thought twice about what you've said. But it was all out there now and you felt too ashamed to even steal a glance as you felt his arms wrapped around you.

You felt your cheeks burn at the contact, not really expecting him to hold you this close nor initiate something so intimate.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you firmly by your waist as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

"You didn't ruin anything y/n." He whispered. "I don't think you could, even if you tried. You're my friend. And I would pick you over anything."

You didn't understand what he meant by that last statement, too relieved to even process anything right now as you pulled him closer.

"I'll miss you, Kenma. I'll miss you so much." You whispered, voice shaky as tears began to form in your eyes.

At this, you feel his hand on your head, stroking the strands of your hair in comfort. "I'll miss you too, y/n. More than you'll ever know."

If you could just pull away to look at him, maybe you would've seen the few tears that streamed down his cheeks. You would've seen the desperation, and the longing those glossy eyes of his held.

He wiped them off once he was ready to pull away. A small smile on his lips as you tried to give him one back.

He patted your head one last time. You watched as he took a step back before reaching down to one of his pockets. He held a small trinket towards you, a small blank cat with a wide smirk.

"To remember us by." He said, placing it on your awaiting hands.

You looked up at him in appreciation. "Thank you."

"I'll see you soon, y/n." He knew how much hated goodbyes. He's observed it with the way you always tell him and the others that you'll see them soon. Because soon holds a promise and you didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

"See you soon, Kenma." You say with finality.

And that was it. You probably needed to fix your stuff again and Kenma didn't want to hold you out for too long. So with one final wave, he begins walking away.

You watched him for a moment, staring at his retreating form as you hoped to see him turn around. To give you one final glance, a smile, anything. The moment felt too short that you almost felt like it was all a dream.

You sighed, looking down on the small keychain on your palms. You turned it around to see a small note of sorts written on the back.

'Connect. No matter what. We'll see each other soon.'

Meanwhile, as Kenma walked blocks away from your house, he couldn't help but sigh once more in defeat. The hot air of the day pinching at his cheeks as he looked up to keep the small tears threatening to spill at bay.

"Ahh I lost."

NOTE: when i said this was gonna be long i meant it. that's the end of act one!! thank you all so much for the support you have given this smau so far. pretty setters will be back on DECEMBER 1 6AM ph standard time and will be updated every tuesday, thursday, saturday and sunday!!

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worseandworser · 3 years

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it’s cold (keep me company)

Ship: royed

Rating: T

Warnings/tags: post-canon BH, fluff, domestic, possibly the cutest thing i’ve ever written, Ed is 19yo here

"It's cold."

It takes Roy a full second to understand he has said it out loud. The only other occupant of the inner office, Jean Havoc, pauses with his hand on the door handle and shifts his gaze to the same window Roy has been staring fixedly at for the past minutes.

"Yeah," says Havoc, in an oddly somber tone matching his oddly somber expression. "It's cold."

With that, he leaves; the door clicks shut behind him and Roy picks up the last document he is supposed to sign. The day is almost over, it's better to hurry and be done with it instead of lingering and risking the wrath of a storm to come.

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He parks his car a block away from home and judging by the darkening sky, he will regret it tomorrow. However, in the past month, Roy has been making an effort to live in the moment, and his current priority is getting his hands on a bottle of wine from the store just around the corner. Leave the worries for the morning after.

His street is quiet even on the busiest days. Apart from the residential buildings, it only has a small restaurant-café-bar, a tobacco store selling newspapers and used books, and a grocery store about the size of Roy's office in the HQ. Today, probably because of the weather, the first two are closed, and Roy is overcome by a small amount of panic. It only eases once he sees the bright-yellow Open sign, once he is making his way through the aisles filled with all sorts of food and beverages. Roy knows the alcohol shelf like the back of his hand and he settles for a bottle of neither-fancy-nor-low-quality red wine from a western winery, one he had tried on his own in the past.

Hopefully, his company will enjoy it in the present.

He pays and leaves with a bounce in his step, only furthering his suspicion that there is something strange about himself, if he says things without meaning to and then feels such glee over coming home after what has been a pretty ordinary day. The most uncommon thing about it is this uncouth wind.

And, he reckons, the man he faces as soon as he steps foot in his apartment.

Lazy and unhurriedly, Edward raises his eyes from a book to look at him.

"Hey."

The fireplace crackles loudly, its light painting the scene in a gentle orange hue and causing the shadows to waver, to flicker, to dance across the barren walls in an off-beat pattern. Roy's living room has always been rather empty and Edward sits in the middle of the floor, all gold and silver like some kind of precious ornament — his smile is warm, his hair is braided, and the red blanket around his shoulders makes him look like a ghost from the past.

When the words make it past Roy's lips, they taste stale, as if he's taken too long to say them. "Hey." The corners of his lips twitch, flicker for a second before he catches up with his body's need to smile and fulfills it. "How was your day?"

"I thought of making quiche," Edward says, the deflection awkward enough to make Roy swallow dry. "It's cold though."

Before he can ask what one thing has to do with the other, Edward places a hand on his left thigh.

Roy hangs his coat on the rack and leaves his shoes by the door, then makes his way to the fireplace so he can warm-up before going to get a proper change of clothes. Edward's gaze follows him through each step, and Roy basks in every second of it, makes a show of rolling up his shirt's cuffs and outstretching his fingers towards the fire, of leaning against the wall as naturally as it comes to him and the tired slump of his shoulders.

What a shame that when he looks, Edward is staring at the paper bag. The bottle-shaped one Roy left on the shelf above the fireplace less than a minute ago.

"It's alright," Roy reassures him. "You don't have to cook. I'm not paying you to do house chores."

"You're not paying me at all," Edward says, eyes never leaving the bottle. "Neither letting me pay for—"

"I think there is canned soup in the pantry," Roy cuts him off. "Unless we ate all of it on that day you were feeling lazy."

Finally, Edward turns to him again. As his bones realign under the precious weight of a glare, Roy smirks.

"Well shit," Edward starts, "why don't you do it for a change, then."

After a few passive-aggressive instructions, Roy departs to the kitchen to make do with pasta and some leftover tomato sauce. Even he can't manage to fuck up boiling noodles.

He leaves the food cooking after he decides he is absolutely done with the wool of his uniform pants, and that Edward is in a safe distance to either turn the stove off or yell for Roy to do so if the situation calls for it. His limbs feel sluggish, and as he climbs the stairs to his bedroom his steps are uneven as if one leg is heavier than the other.

He changes clothes, puts on something softer, darker, more human — the old slacks and cotton shirts he never expected to wear around anybody else, but after weeks living with Edward, it was only natural to succumb to a sense of domesticity. To look in the mirror, comb fingers through his hair, and think that's it in a manner that lacks the finality of giving up on appearances because it's not really about that. Roy doesn't know what it is though; he is not scared of it, just genuinely disinterested in the rationale behind it. Some things can just be, devoid of names or explanations. Edward has taught him that.

(Well, maybe he is scared. A little bit.)

Nonetheless, he goes downstairs to face his mistake — taking too long upstairs — and his punishment — watching as Edward waltzes off-beat across the kitchen: draining the water of the pasta, then setting up their plates with a caution Roy once thought beyond him, and offering Roy two identical meals that look and smell homey. Everytime Edward takes a step, he trembles. Roy still has a heart and functional hands, so he carries everything by himself.

"It's alright," he tells Edward, who looks almost heartbroken by the idea of letting anyone cater to him.

But instead of going to the table, Edward leads him back to the living room.

All in all, the place is oddly inviting. Warm, pleasantly lit, and the wine bottle almost strategically placed on top of the shelf. The sound of thunder comes from the distance and suddenly Roy remembers—

"It's cold," he says. "Indeed, it's better if we eat here." He thinks for a moment and hands the plates and cutlery to Edward. "Hold these for a second."

Their night calls for an impromptu redecoration. Roy pushes the couch across the room — which is easy, he has no coffee table nor lamps nor a carpet — as it is only fair that they sit comfortably next to the heat of the fireplace. Edward has the gall to frown, and Roy is certain the only reason he doesn't protest is because he can see Roy doing it for purely selfish reasons.

Roy still has to go back to the kitchen once to get them glasses and the corkscrew, and then, once he gets rid of the cork and pours them both a generous amount of wine, he settles down next to Edward.

Truth is, food tastes better with company. Wine too, Roy reckons, watching from the corner of his eye as Edward takes a careful sip, then the stretch of his arm as he sets the glass on the floor, and the flowy movement of his hair when he moves back. Sitting cross-legged on the cushions and pushing a blond strand behind his ear, Edward becomes a disarrayed grace: unconditionally ethereal yet completely human. He is quiet, focused on his food, perhaps too focused and Roy can feel a knee against his thigh but he doesn't want to comment. Surprisingly, Edward is fond of silence.

When Roy offered his home to him — wrong phrasing: when Roy offered him a place to stay temporarily — he had been ready to relinquish the peace and quiet. Edward, abrasive and careless, seems like the type who is as loud as they come and Roy figured he could welcome the change of pace because he had no other choice. Edward is jobless, for some reason unwilling to leave Central, and the least Roy can do is put a roof above his head. But what had sounded like an impulsive decision turned out to be this. Homemade meals, a couch pushed to the middle of the living room, and silence — occasionally superseded by banter or stimulating conversations because not even when he is rambling Edward manages to be boring. Edward is the perfect roommate, the more so for his culinary abilities, and if Roy forgets to ask about job and house hunting it's simply for the sake of keeping harmony.

Though he can admit to himself what he can't say to anybody else: truth is, food tastes better with company.

Edward, with his brilliance and his beauty, is the best company he could ask for.

So they eat. So Roy is painfully aware of Edward's knee against his thigh. So their fingers brush when Roy collects his plate to put it away in the sink. So Edward tears his eyes away from the book as soon as Roy steps inside the room again.

And Roy is scared. He is terrified. He wants to stretch both of Edward's legs on top of his and place a soothing hand on the juncture of metal and flesh.

He grabs the bottle to refill his glass, then flops down on the opposite end of the couch.

A thought crosses his mind: he has no idea when getting what he wants suddenly became so difficult. But that is incorrect. It was never easy — he just didn't know what he wanted before.

keep reading

#royed #safe royed #fma

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movedtooh-westly · 3 years

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Heyo, your ocs are so interesting! I already love them. Do you have a story line for the characters? What are some facts about them? Have a good day and don't forget to drink lots of water :)

Okay for starters, thanks for the ask! hope you’re well too! it makes me happy when people are interested in whatever i’m working on :D (it’s a long post, strap in)

A general plot to the story (mind you, it’s still in it’s early stages of being created):

Alinsky Cross, a dangerous combination between a kleptomaniac and a genius, is a master at orchestrating large scale tests and thefts, stealing items like priceless objects and large sums of money. However, he becomes increasingly confident and lets his guard down during a specific heist. The people he was stealing from were called the American Artefact Collection Committee (AACC). The AACC were able to pinpoint who stole their most prized artefact (which is a little acorn-looking thing with origins that are not human, dubbed ‘tenebrarius’), as Alinsky underestimated their security. However, they ruled out the possibility of Alinsky being the thief and instead, captured his father, Ernst Cross, in retaliation. Alinsky is unaware that it was the AACC who captured him or that it was even his fault to begin with. After about a year since Ernst’s abduction, Alinsky starts to explore different methods of finding him. Running out of new and successful ways, he turns to more mythological ideas. While Alinsky believes it was natural for his brain to wander into hypothetical territory, his actual influence came from a connection to the magic world he is unaware of.

This magic 6th sense came from an encounter with a demon (which are part of the magic world) when he was barely five. He escaped it, only suffering a scratch on his left hand. wounds inflicted from Faefolk to humans leave the human with a connection to the magic world, which is why Alinsky can sort of sense magical presences.

This leads him into capturing Esther Snowe, a member of the Faefolk council, in exchange for the secrets to fairy technology. Ernst is brought home a year after Esther is released with the tech, but the reunion isn’t a happy one.

Facts about the characters:

My main character lineup consists of

Alinsky Cross

Bear (Harding Dietrich)

Esther Snowe (Elf)

Farley Coven (Harpy)

Odessa Dew (Elf)

Elisabeth Cavey (Dwarf)

Rooney Pelph (Centaur)

I’ve made a post about Alinsky already here. It has some general info and fun facts about the gremlin boy.

Bear is a martial-artist and had been training since he could walk, basically. When he graduated, he pursued an education in becoming a butler, before becoming bored and instead ending up on the wrong side of the law. He was employed by gangs and other underground companies as a tank or bodyguard. Bear also worked as a contract-killer for a while before deciding it wasn’t for him and instead used his 30s to travel the globe. He was finally employed by Ernst and Vivian Cross before Alinsky was born and the three became rather close friends. When Alinsky was born, Bear became his personal bodyguard. He’s a big softie but that’s usually only revealed after you get through the walls of blank faces and reserved nature.

Bear facts:

He used to be in a swing band (he played BARITONE SAX)

Bear likes to bake and can make one mean quiche

Bear is a big fan of ABBA

Esther Snowe is the Elf Representative in the Council. She is one of 13 Reps (each corresponding with a Fairy race) and the only female to become a member in five centuries. She was apart of the FAE (Federal Army and Enforcement, hehe) and had actually made lieutenant before she quit. She had witnessed the death of some civilians and believed they were her fault and she found it easier just to run. She couldn’t properly let go, however, and often visits her old friends during breaks and stuff. Esther was a role model for aspiring members of parliament and her unexpected abduction was pretty tough on her. Esther is an optimistic and strong individual with a fighter’s spirit and one hell of a social butterfly.

Esther facts:

Esther likes to collect knives and is quite skilled in knife combat

She’s scared of small spaces

Esther makes little pompoms just for fun

Farley Coven is the FAE’s technical person. They had upgraded the interfaces, tools and gadgets to their liking and it’s pretty much useless to try and use it without their help. Farley is a big fan of human TV shows and often watches famous sitcoms during work. They had been a bit of a nerd during their schooling years but had really come to grow on the FAE’s troops and atmosphere, especially since Dew is such a joy to tease. Farley is a cool and relatable individual with too many jokes and not enough time.

Farley facts:

Farley is incredibly smart but likes to hide their intelligence under a laid-back facade

They have that ✨shrimp posture✨

Friends is definitely their favourite sitcom (they also probably watch buzzfeed unsolved tbh)

Odessa Dew (or just Dew, Commander, your highness, etc) is the Commander of the FAE’s 1st precinct. She’s a skilled fighter and takes a lot of pride in her job. Dew’s first job option was a teacher but found herself rather unfit for teaching (i.e she might have thrown a kid across the room). She’s well respected and is part of the family in the FAE. Dew specialises in retrieval missions and loves field action. she also may have a small crush on Esther but we repress that stuff don’t we . Dew’s a tough and enthusiastic person but has that that “i would fistfight god behind the 7eleven” energy.

Dew facts:

Dew has a hoarding problem with plants

She likes watching sports

Her and Farley are best buds, even if she won’t admit it

Elisabeth Cavey is a competitive digger, which is a popular sport among the burrowing races of the fairies (e.g. gnomes, dwarfs). It’s mostly a hobby but she’s gained some popularity in the recent years. Elisabeth had started out wanting to become a nomad and live on the surface but had decided to become a sport star while she was in senior school. She’s pretty competitive but rather shy and spends her spare time gardening. Elisabeth is also quite sensitive and has a tendency to take things personally.

Elisabeth facts:

She has totally thought of just bailing and living secretly on the surface

With help, she pirates human novels to read

Like Dew, Elisabeth is also a plant hoarder

Rooney Pelph is a national racer and competes in races and obstacle courses. He’s very hyper and barely sits still. He doesn’t really sleep much either. Rooney is a big fan of games (like tag and whatnot) and dreams of playing with others his age, but centaurs usually give up on games once they hit 60. Rooney is also a big fan of video games but due to his stardom, doesn’t really get to do much gaming. He’s quite a calculated individual and is a deep thinker but is pretty bad at converting his thoughts into words.

Rooney facts:

i totally didn’t name him after the headmaster from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

He’s a big fan of feminine clothing! he loves frills especially :J

Rooney will consume entire cans of mints in under an hour.

if you got this far, great job. hope you enjoyed my ramblings. my inbox is always open if you have any questions about my OCs, story or anything else :]

#oc ask #woo that's a lot of text #long post #the documents of alinsky cross #so... this is them :)

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zombiejette · 5 years

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RadioDust HCs:

ok kids. bc i have no chill yet no desire to clean these ramblings up into an actual fic, have some of my extremely self-indulgent hcs for this ship. this is gonna get long-winded and wild, so strap tf in.

General HCs:

Alastor is gray or demisexual. Meaning he is generally sex-repulsed until he becomes incredibly close to someone. This is pretty much my standard HC across the board for him, especially when I’m trying to ship him with Angel cuz lord knows there needs to be a middle ground between their sexual natures somewhere lol

Even after falling for someone, he still is fairly indifferent to sex, but he does enjoy eliciting reactions, especially from someone he knows well. And in the rare event that he cares for another, he does genuinely want to bring them pleasure. Therefore he sees sex more as an extension of this and is willing to participate to make his partner happy/is interested in creating their reactions

Likes to know he’s the only one to rile them up as well, part of his power kink

Alastor also has no idea what these identity terms mean either: is a clueless murderous old man

Angel is a tad more Woke™, especially after being in Hell for a while

Having younger generations of demon friends helps with this: Cherri or Vaggie being the ones to usually clue him in to more modern concepts

Drives Angel up a gd wall when he attempts to explain a modern invention/slang/pop culture reference to Alastor, who only digs his heels in with Not Understanding it just to piss him off more

Alastor not only does understand, but saves this fact for the times when he really wants to impress/screw with Angel, or when the knowledge comes in handy

He’ll never forget the look on Angel’s face when he casually informed him that the deer selfie filter is actually super offensive to him and would you please be a ‘deer’ and cease using it on insta thank you now there’s a love

Angel is now super paranoid that Alastor will see all his social media interactions somehow, despite him NOT having any accounts anywhere

Does not stop him from posting nsfw selfies and tagging them with #alastor/radiodemon in the least

Anemia HCs:

ok so i read somewhere that angel was anemic on the hazbin wiki info, or something?? i don’t know if that was real or not but uh... i took it and ran with it, so now it’s my hc, and this whooooole thing turned itself into a multi-part mini fic, which is all under the cut. if you’re dying of radiodust thirst like me, pls enjoy this mess.

Part One:

Angel is indeed anemic, and the first time Alastor finds out is when he literally passes out into his arms like a bad ‘Gone with the Wind’ parody

At first Alastor was disgusted, thinking this was yet another stupid ploy to hit on him... until he realized Angel wasn’t speaking anymore

Something that never happens

He wasn’t expecting to care, let alone lift the spider the rest of the way into his arms, carrying him to Charlie so she can figure this out

One second, Angel was fainting on him, the next, Alastor found himself sitting by his bed, placing a cool cloth over his brow and waiting for Charlie to get back with supplies

Almost like something out of those novels Mother used to think she had so cleverly hidden away

Hmm

Somehow, that thought alone was not enough to make him leave, so there he dutifully remained

Even as Angel woke up, groggy, yet giving him maybe the smallest, softest smile he’d ever seen the demon make

”Al... you stayed...”

Well that was certainly something. The way it made his pulse race quicker and palms sweat under his gloves was definitely new. And apparently enough to keep him sticking around through Charlie’s fussing and prodding and Angel’s consequent refusal of said mothering

Until Alastor remembered that anemic means lack of iron

iron like from meat

meat like from animals

and animal meat was his specialty!

Without another word, he left for the kitchen, only to return with a giant steak dinner (clearly bullied out of the staff in a rush), complete with mashed potatoes and vegetables and a large glass of orange juice

Literally everything Angel never eats

He refused to leave until it was all eaten, sitting back in his chair and bribing Angel with the offer to tell him a story as he finished it

And so he does, weaving a vivid tale just like back in his radio star days, complete with voices and hand gestures

Never before had Angel and Charlie ever seen Alastor quite this engaged in something that wasn’t murder or chaos; instead spinning a yarn about a boy and his magical pig who helps him to find his lost twin sister

Angel is quite enraptured, naturally, having to be prompted to keep eating a couple times, and Charlie hangs back by the doorway, absolutely beside herself internally at what’s unfolding before her

Vaggie would no doubt try to convince her otherwise later, and she may just be a princess of hell, but she knows love when she sees it dammit!

Eventually, she can sense the story’s end coming near, and as much as she wants to hear it, she wants their story to begin more, so she quietly slips away and leaves them alone

The tale indeed ends and Angel swallows the last of the drink, both quiet a moment, looking at each other

“…. Where’d ya hear that one Al?”

“Hear it?”

“Ya know, where’d you get it from? Some old fairy tale book? A movie? It’s real good and I know Molly would love that it’s basically just like us, so if ya tell me where to find it I can-“

“Nowhere. I made it up.”

“You made that up!!? Just now!?”

a small chuckle “Yes, that is what storytellers do…”

“… For me?”

Alastor pauses at that, regarding him again

“I suppose… Yes, yes that one was just for you. About you, really… with some… embellishments,” he twirls a hand nonchalantly in the air before returning it to the other in his lap “Either way I’ve never told it to anyone before, if that’s what you’re after.”

And there’s that smile again, the one that Angel never wore before today, and the one that Alastor would find himself chasing every day since, whether he realizes it or not

Part Two:

The only downside to this is now Alastor will not leave Angel alone about his iron intake

Constantly asking him if he’s had anything substantial today, pushing juices and vitamins and most of all meat onto him, sometimes holding him hostage to watch him eat it

Angel would be flattered if it didn’t interfere with his drug and alcohol habit so much

“Al, geez let up wouldya!? I’m already in Hell, why do I gotta be HELLthy too huh??” a smirk accompanied that, despite himself

the radio demon sighs “As much as I appreciate a well-timed pun, I must insist” he taps where Angel’s nose would be on a normal face “I’m already well aware that you’ll never be ‘healthy’, but I’d take conscious as a consolation prize.”

“Really?? YOU prefer me conscious??”

“Don’t flatter yourself-” he scoffed faintly “I have a hotel to endorse, and you are it’s prized resident, my opinions on the matter non-withstanding. I can’t very well have the famed Angel Dust dropping like a fly at a moment’s notice over such a small thing as malnutrition. What kind of operation would this look like if we couldn’t at least keep on top of something as simple as anemia, hmm?”

For once, Angel had nothing to return fire with, since the last time someone gave him such a convincing speech about his well-being was his sister right before his death, and he really didn’t feel like putting anyone through that agony again

Not even Alastor

After that, Angel takes whatever food Al gives him in annoyed silence, but he still takes it

Though it’s getting harder and harder to remain annoyed when what Alastor gives him starts increasing in quality

At first it’s swiped energy bars or simply juice, but then progresses to sandwiches and fruit and deviled eggs and little spinach quiches and tortes and assortments of cheeses that can’t be easy to procure down here, even with Alastor’s influence

If you cornered him, Angel would never admit it, but he actually forgot how much he missed real food after being inebriated constantly, and Al’s little treats become the new highlight of his day

He’ll even stop using some of the harder drugs so he can better taste them

Charlie would never tell them for fear of the whole thing stopping on an embarrassed dime, but she’s so so proud of them both for this little secret transaction

Angel does start looking and acting better as a result, even though he still abuses alcohol and softer drugs and def keeps his sexual nature intact

But he’s less irritable and prone to lashing out, and his coloring is brighter and his hair sleeker

He also isn’t as tired as often and hasn’t fainted at all since the first time, just feeling overall stronger and more lucid

Which he can’t really complain about even though he wants to

Part Three:

The hotel even benefits from this, some small press circulating about Angel’s newfound constitution and attributing it to their work

In celebration, one night Alastor invites him to a proper dinner at one of Hell’s most famous fancy restaurants

One where the press could easily find them if they wanted

Angel knows this is just to show off his progress but doesn’t shy away from it- for once excited to eat out somewhere and not “eat out” if ya know what I mean

Besides, Alastor doesn’t seem that perturbed to be seen in public with him either, a rare development and not one to scoff at

They both dress up nicer than normal for it, making a big show as the hotel’s representatives, even walking in arm-in-arm

Angel is not immune to the certain type of looks they get as they arrive, and wonders if he should tell Al

Seeing the man with one of his more casual and less murderous smiles on as they take their seats convinces him not to

It would be a shame to get their outfits all bloody anyway

Especially since Angel decided to return to his drag look for the evening, complete with a new skintight velvet dress, feeling far fancier all dolled up than in any of his menswear

The glances Al gives him from time to time don’t hurt either, eyes noticeably lingering on his exaggerated chest fluff each time

Something Angel has no problem with, leaning forward and accentuating it more, resting his chin on a hand lightly to prop his figure up

Alastor orders for the both of them since he knows the place better, raving about their veal and venison dishes on the way over

Earlier in the year, this might have unnerved Angel more, knowing the demon’s penchant for savagery and carnage when it came to “hunting”, but now? He found it almost charming, that Al was so invested in the meat selection of Hell’s dining establishments that he even made his own ranking system for the best places to get each type of animal, who better prepared it according to cuisine, and how each cut measured up in quality

Angel took the liberty of perusing their liquor selection to create his own ranking system, just to be fair

Would be impolite to let Al do all the work on this date after all

….. wait…..

Date???

The fork clattering to the floor jarred Angel back to his senses, realizing his elbow had slipped abruptly from its perch at the very thought, almost in an allergic reaction to the word

Al only raised a controlled eyebrow at the flustered way Angel ducked down to retrieve it under the table skirt

Which is of course the very moment the paparazzi decided to start snapping their pictures

Alastor quickly spun around at the flashing lights, smiling dangerously at them and stopping some of the more cowardly photographers, but not quite enough

Angel, oblivious, continued rooting around for the fork, all the while inching closer and closer towards Alastor’s seat

“Angel!” Al hissed, finally reaching under and putting a hand on Angel’s hair to still him. Of course not making this look any better. “Sit up. Now.”

“Wait, but I almost got it Al-ahh!”

He was roughly pulled up by the back of his dress and sat up, hair mussed and face flushed incriminatingly, only making Alastor groan in defeat at some more camera snaps

It took half a second, but Angel suddenly understood, face blank in momentary shock

Alastor fully expected him to turn it into another lewd joke, brush it off and dig the hole deeper, most certainly at the expense of his own comfort

He quickly steeled himself for the impending barrage of innuendos and unwanted touching

What he wasn’t prepared for was Angel to suddenly leave the table, storming right up to the cameramen with the angriest look he’d ever seen on the spider’s face

“Ey ya parasites!! Let me see those!” he holds a couple of impatient hands out for their cameras, still fuming

Some actually comply out of complete shock, not at all used to Angel Dust getting mad about being photographed ever, especially over anything sexual

Angel proceeds to delete the photos off the first camera… then gets more and more frustrated when the pictures just wouldn’t stop coming. After a while, he just smashes the camera on the ground in a huff

“Fuck this it’ll take too long!” he points to the remaining paparazzi with intact cameras, still shocked and clutching them “Y’all are gonna delete every SINGLE photo you took of that little misunderstanding just now, alright?? Or else I’m gonna keep smashing cameras! Got it??”

They all nod and start deleting hurriedly

“And if ANY a ya think about gettin’ wise and leaking some anyway… well… let’s just say I had a much more deadly occupation than porn star when I was alive…” his face darkens at that, putting on his best godfathers voice to hit it home “And I ain’t afraid a comin’ out of retirement temporarily… Capisce?”

They capisce

He returns to the table with a resigned sigh and combs through his wig to tame it again, taking out a compact to fix his face

Completely ignoring the stunned absence of a smile on Alastor’s

Eventually Angel dares to glance at it and gives him an involuntary cringe

“Ah... Sorry Al…” he starts slowly, stowing the compact away again in his bosom and looking down chagrined “I know I went and made a scene in your favorite place and… and yer probably real mad and all an’… oh damn, Charlie’s gonna kill me if you don’t firs-“

“-Thank you.”

“W.. wait what??”

“Thank you…” Alastor repeated, if only to assure himself he was really saying it “I… it was… I never expected you to get mad…”

“Al?”

“I thought you’d let them… run with it” he waves a hand, explaining himself, somewhat awkwardly “Especially since it… it would help you. Your reputation. To be caught with the radio demon like… like that.”

The way his voice became so small on the last two words worried Angel much more than he’ll ever admit. The way you could hear the mortification behind his smile. He always knew Al was adverse to the act but never had he seen him actually terrified by it. Paralyzed by the stark realization of how close he came to becoming its subject… even if only as a rumor

It simply emboldened Angel’s resolve

the spider scoffed lightly “Well yeah… maybe if that’s what we had been doin’… or if you were into that stuff at all…”

“What?”

“I mean we weren’t even actually tryin’! I was just lookin’ fer a dumb fork for cryin’ out loud-!“

“No… no what about… me being into it?”

a pause, and then a one-shouldered shrug “Well it’s not the same thing as a payin customer is it?… Like you don’ even LIKE sex and stuff and… it’s different when it’s just us flirtin’ and bullshittin’ around at the hotel… I know you hate that too but at least there no one ain’t tryin’ ya capitalize on yer pain. Word never gets out. No one knows just how much I get under yer skin, so it’s almost like it never happened. But these pictures…” he waved both of his right hands in unison, motioning for emphasis “They’re permanent.. and they’d only be helpin’ my reputation while hurtin’ yours…”

Alastor just continues to stare

“A-and the hotel’s… of course…”

Finally a smile returns to his face, but with no hint of anything except appreciation behind it

“Of course…”

Part Four:

The rest of dinner went smoothly

Al had indeed picked well, and the dishes were some of the best Angel had ever tasted, other than his Momma’s cooking of course

When Al made a small chuckle at even that joke, Angel knew he must’ve done something right to land this far in the radio demon’s good graces

Though it could very well be the booze’s doing

Angel had insisted on ordering their drinks to compensate for the fiasco earlier, and had created specialty cocktails for each of them, based on what they ate

He was relieved when Alastor gave a small hum of approval mid-sip, downing a generous amount with an easy smile

And then finishing off three more with dinner

Both were quite full and loose by the time they finished, even getting a small tray of beignets for desert

They found they hadn’t even argued once, save for small asides and joking prods. But really arguing? Hadn’t even crossed their minds. Instead they bonded over jazz artists they both liked, reminisced about the 30′s while filling each other in on the decades they missed, talked a bit about their hometowns, and threw some mutual shade about residents of the hotel they couldn’t stand

Turns out they had quite a lot in common…

They paid on the hotel’s tab and finally headed out to the limo, only swaying slightly and linking arms again to subtly stabilize each other

This time the paparazzi was nowhere in sight, probably long scared off by now

Which is good since Alastor had suddenly removed his arm from Angel’s to pull him in around the waist, keeping the demon from tripping over a nearby curb by pressing him further into his side. Out of reflex, entirely.

After all, it’s not like he’d ever willingly choose to close their proximity. Just like he’d never willingly choose to notice the way Angel’s chest bounced softly against his, or how four hands grasping onto him felt oddly right, or how tempting the velvet hugging the curve of Angel’s lower back became under his fingertips

He’d only occasionally felt this way about accidental invasions of personal space before, and that fact did nothing to reassure him or his nerves

Nor did the pounding of his undead heart in his ears

Angel was also feeling the tension, but for a whole ‘nother reason

Drinks always made him more forward, and having a full belly for once numbed that urge into more of a simmering lust, cozy and comfortable and heavy

Getting tangled up in Alastor’s arms suddenly only made him want one thing

One thing he was telling himself desperately not to do

Which was real hard with Al’s face so so close to his, looking back at him with his own flush dusting along his cheeks and that smile still there, but slightly parted, waiting, hesitant of what it wanted to become but open to suggestions

Suggestions that Angel had plenty of

“You… you were about to trip… my dear…” Alastor finally explained in a hush, dipping a finger into the still water between them and rippling it quietly, grip on him still firm

“…. Ah…” slowly Angel righted himself, not moving away from him, but leaning on him less “That…. that sounds like me…” he offered a lopsided grin at his own joke, daring to look Alastor in the eyes again

Looking for what exactly, he wasn’t sure

And guessed he would never find out, seeing the moment vanish underfoot with the crunch of the limo’s tires, pulling up beside them

Alastor still offered him his hand though, helping guide Angel inside first, then sliding in after

Sitting at least one person apart, the drive begins in unsteady silence, neither exactly looking away but definitely not trying to confront anything either

That is until Alastor starts to fidget with his bow tie, inexplicably feeling very warm

Deciding to simply undo it entirely and redo it looser, he starts it out like usual, but his fingers can’t seem to find their footing and keeps losing track of the last few steps

On the third try, Angel sighs dramatically beside him

“Honestly Al…”

And just like that, the spider is making use of his extra arms and tugging the whole mess loose again, faces mere inches apart as he concentrates and deftly reties it in a perfect bow, which gently hugs the base of Al’s throat as his adam’s apple bobs with a nervous kind of grace

It ends far too quickly and now there is nothing left to keep them in this close… nothing Alastor can invent to explain away how Angel’s fingers linger on the edges of the fabric, or how he wants to undo more of his clothing just for those hands to fix him up again

So he does the only logical thing he can think of

The kiss hits Angel with a sort of intensity he wasn’t expecting, feeling himself pulled in by two gloved hands on his bare shoulders, touch light but not unsure, desperate but without any urgency, simply grounding them together in this moment

Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, mounting in a gentle exploration with Angel deferring to Alastor’s lead, his lower set of hands lightly resting along Al’s hips, asking permission at first until a soft moan granted him it

Eyes fluttering closed, the kiss deepened until it became a series of many, some opened-mouthed, tongues hinting at entering but never actually doing so, and all of them amidst small noises and panting breaths, desire simmering just under the surface of it all

Angel had never kissed like this… never thought to kiss like this… the boiling heat of lust kept at bay by a promise to just make out, to just keep it at another’s pace. All the while flushing his body with a white hot pulsing want that could only wait for someone else to grant it release?? Oh he could die all over again from this torture and would only beg for more. Never getting it being it’s own bittersweet reward

Alastor grappling meanwhile with why he suddenly wanted so very much as well, why, as he clung to Angel’s soft fur-lined skin and let their mouths dance relentlessly, he never once wanted to pull away. Never wanted to run and hide in the solace and safety of the self, was all too happy to let Angel’s hands cup and hold his hips and reward him with moaning sounds he rarely ever makes

His head was swimming in it, and he was oddly eager to let himself drown

Eventually they parted, breathless and slow but mutual, eyes opening again and glossily gazing at the other, searching for silent signs of yes, no, more?, sorry?, good?

“A-Al… I..”

Fingertips graced the speaking lips to silence them again, a small shake of the head a confirmation of no apology needed. “… That was… I liked that…” He offered, smiling small and gentle for once, an acknowledgement of how very rare this had really been. How nothing about this was usual, but not necessarily unwanted

Angel was now convinced he’d died twice

“You… yeah?” he smiled back, just as hopeful

Another nod, Alastor chewing words behind his closed mouth, clearly processing something

“… I don’t… I don’t want you to get… too excited but…”

Angel surprised him with his patience

“… I have kissed before. I… actually more than that as well but...” he shakes his head to keep himself on track before he loses his nerve “It’s not often. And it’s definitely not for fun… not for just… anyone.”

Angel hopes to heaven his smile isn’t too excited

a small exhale before continuing “What I’m trying to say is…. I can’t guarantee anything. I cant... predict how I’ll feel about more… or about everything. But I can tell you that I liked this. And… I’d like to do this sometimes… with you. If you don’t push me for more…”

Two hands held Alastor’s close to his chest, squeezing them once with an earnest smile

“I promise Al. I promise I won’t push… at least I’ll really really try. I know I’m shitty at self-restraint and I won’t lie, I’m fuckin’ pent up as shit right now…” his small chuckle was met with a slightly sarcastic eyebrow, feigning momentary annoyance “But… but I really liked that too. I ain’t never… I ain’t never felt this good after just makin’ out! I didn’t know I could…”

Alastor hums a bit in amusement, hands traveling from Angel’s grip to slide gently down the sides of the velvet dress he’s poured into “Well… seems tonight was a good one for a lot of firsts…” he watched Angel’s small shiver with some glee “Though I might just blame it all on this devilish dress…”

a breathless chuckle “Oh yeah, Al? You like it that much?”

“Yes…” no hesitation as he strokes small circles into the fabric with his thumbs, just over the start of Angel’s hipbones “I’ve always been partial to velvet…. and pretty creatures wearing it…”

Their second kiss lasted all the way home

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quichedborad · 5 months

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ough eugh me vape dead so like a stoned stoopid i gummed a drop of high-test nic juice,,,

blegh blagh blept plegh pteh ptooie 🤢

bad idea !!!!!

#this is not this first time i've done this 😓😓😓#quit 5 times came back 6 babey!!! 🙃#quiche's tag rambles #toasted quiche #nicotine #quiche speaks

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youre-a-star-in-the-summer-night · 5 years

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21 Tag Game

Tagged by: @simplyastronautical

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better

Nickname: Quiche

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Height: 5' 8"

Hogwarts house: I wasn't allowed to watch or read HP, but I'm a solid Ravenclaw lmao

Last thing Googled: Bm guitar chord

Favorite musicians: Uhh, I listen to a lot of music so it's hard to pick just a few and I LOVE to ramble abt music tastes skjzjssk I'm sorry, but rn I often listen to; Foster The People, Cake, Wintergatan, Hall and Oates, Tears For Fears, Billy Joel, Jim Croce, America, Led Zeppelin, The Cure, Talking Heads, Prince, ABBA, Queen, Wham! / George Michael, The Beach Boys, COIN, Smallpools, Blink-182, Carly Rae Jepsen, Borns, Janelle Monae, Bad Suns, Hozier, Relient K, Lemon Demon, Owl City, Swimming With Dolphins, Lights, Studio Killers, Panic! At The Disco, Pierce The Veil, Hippo Campus, Hellogoodbye, Fun., Watsky, MIKA, R5 / The Driver Era, FUR, Peach Pit.... I'll stop there lmao

Song stuck in head: Renegade by Styx

Favorite time of the day: Nighttime. Specifically between 10pm-3am on a clear and breezy, yet warm night in the Summer.

Favorite color: Probably yellow

Following: 849

Followers: 283

Do I get asks: Nah

Amount of sleep: Really varies bc that's just adhd babey!!

Favorite numbers: 3 and 7

Wearing: Acid wash denim jacket with a Claude Monet shirt, black jeans and floral Docs

Dream job: Oof, I really don't know!! I'm super indecisive.

Instrument(s): I'm self-taught on a handful, but tend to stick to my guitar. I play electric/acoustic guitar, ukulele/banjolele, little bit of bass, and occasionally omnichord and piano.

Language(s): Just English, but I know some rly basic Spanish

Favorite songs: OOF, OKAY. I'll try keep this somewhat short. Fuzzy Blue Lights by Owl City, Operator by Jim Croce, Nevermind by Foster The People, Mint Car by The Cure, Never Tear Us Apart by INXS, Kissing A Fool by George Michael, Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, Groove Is in the Heart by Deee-lite, Time by Culture Club, Maggie May by Rod Stewart, Raspberry Beret by Prince, Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears, Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House, Ten Years Gone by Led Zeppelin, Tin Man by America, Apartment by Young The Giant, Oh Maker by Janelle Monae, Walk in the Sun by McFly, Everytime You Go Away by Paul Young, All I Wanted by Paramore, Nearly Witches by Panic! At The Disco, She'll Come Back to Me by Cake, Passive Aggressive by Placebo, I Miss You by Blink-182, Angel by Sticky Fingers, Props and Mayhem by Pierce The Veil... I know I'm forgetting plenty, but those are some of my faves.

Random fact: About me, or just in general? I usually have random facts up the wazoo, but I'm totally drawing a blank rn. I'm guessing it's supposed to be personal though, so I'll just go with that. I'm bringing up music yet again, but I exclusively listen to Soft Cell's Tainted Love/ Where Did Our Love Go 12" mix. As in, I won't listen to either song on their own; I have to listen to the back-to-back mix. It's so good. My aunt once told me that when I was little, I used to bounce in my car seat hardcore when Tainted Love came on the radio sksbdkjs. That, and Help Me Rhonda by The Beach Boys. Nothings changed, honestly.

Aesthetic: This tends to be all over the place, but uhh... Fast drives through a rainy neon city at night, yet always coming home to the comforting solitude of a warm home nestled in the woods, where there's a pond full of frogs and plenty of bats around. And it's a chicken hobby farm sksndkdj. Loads of bookshelves full of books I've probably barely touched but have full intent of getting around to eventually, paint splatters on the floor, boxes full of broken crayons, abandoned greenhouses, denim jackets, fun socks, loads of bold colors and patterns in general... I like industrial, art deco, Memphis Milano, and mid-century aesthetics a lot.

I tag: @spectrophilias @dreamcastlee @jaxcekijin @technicoloursunsetsky @mcgoobers @hootowlforlife @bluebutterman @malevon

Don't feel obligated to participate; just tagging some cool mutuals!!

#thanks for tagging me!!!#pardon my rambling and lengthy answers I never shut up abt the things I love if given the chance #abt

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ofcloudsandstars · 6 years

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✧ *.🐇Ostara Solitary Rituals🐇*✧

As fresh green sprouts spring from the earth and crocuses bloom, the Vernal Equinox is arriving! Melodic sounds of birds whistle in the air, buns emerge from their burrows, the earth is awake and life resumes again! It's time to celebrate the start of a new cycle and sow seeds of personal growth for the cycle to come! The symbolism of the beginning and child is strong with this sabbat for it's also the start of the Zodiac season where Aries the Ram charges into the new season ready to begin again!

A lot of us witches practice alone and have our own solitary rituals for each sabbat that we observe (or the ones we’ve created just for ourselves that we observe alone!) Like any solitary eclectic witch I do things my own different way but some of these things might line up with others practices. I do refer to some of the equinoxes/solstices/crossquarters by their celtic sabbat names but I celebrate them in a secular animist way and treat the wheel of the year I celebrate as more of an agrarian cycle and celebrating nature. I use sabbat names as a point of reference and also people that do celebrate these witches sabbats more traditionally might find value in my personal practice! Here is my personal correspondences post and my personal Ostara tag!

When I am alone and casting spells a lot of it is visualization/intent so my solitary rituals are more like activities I like to do then specifically casting a spell. If I am doing a spell with an activity based on it a lot would be listening to music to get in the mood and focusing on a candle while visualizing for a period of time! Eves are also important to my celebration as I like to stay up until midnight and cast a spell then!

Spring Equinox’s Eve

Monday, March 19th 2018

Rain Cleansing Rain water is a common magic ingredient in some witches spell and especially with the passing Pisces season and winter’s end bringing a lot of rain, often this time of year there is no shortage of rain water. Use some collected rain water in a spray bottle and spray the air and yourself visualizing the spring rains washing away what's left of winter. Open your window to let in fresh spring air and use the rainwater spray to energetically cleanse the space inside. Optional but you can add drops of eucalyptus fragrance or lily of the valley in it. (I prefer to have it plain since rain smells plain).

Spring Cleaning Clear the last of what you don’t want in your space. Dump old things you’ve been holding on to but don’t necessarily need. Refresh your home. Light incense like rain, green tea or sweet grass as you clean.

Eggshells Save eggshells and clean them out. Make a quiche for Ostara and save all the eggshells as much as possible. Try to make a small hole on one side (preferably the narrow side) to extract the yolk and clean the eggs to keep them handy. With cleaned eggshells you can:

Make eggshell candles You can assign each candle an aspect you’d want to grow or something positive you’d like to manifest by ‘hatching’ into your life such as: prosperity, new friends or new connections. Examples: 1 , 2

Make seed starters By sprouting some seeds in the eggshells you can cultivate herbs/plants you’d like to have for the year. Herbs for the kitchen are probably the easiest and once the plant exceeds the space of the shell, it can use the nutrients of the shell as food. It’s a personal tradition of mine where I enjoy repotting plants or planting things in general for Beltane so by Beltane the sprout would have grown large enough to be planted in it’s own pot or into the ground! Here’s a link on how to make seed eggshell starters.

Spring themed snacks Enjoy some snacks while doing crafts such as pepita seeds, candy eggs, jelly beans, wasabi or snap peas, edamame, sour cream and onion chips and rice krispy treats or rice krispy bird nests if you want to be very festive lol.

Decorate Cleanse and redecorate your altar and space with moss art, (they sell fake moss mats too at craft stores which make pretty centerpieces), egg candles, pussywillow, bulbs, crocus and sprouts. Use images of the march hare to invite energy of vitality, motivation and drive to inspire you to reach your goals for the upcoming cycle!

Egg Tree Create an ostara tree by getting a vase and collecting any branches you find on the ground. Thank the trees for their offerings. Decorate eggs with symbols or whatever has meaning to you and what you’d like to attract to your life and tie them to the branches. Here is a DIY.

Midnight:

Ostara is the ideal time to focus on what you’d like to grow in your life. Focus on what you’d like to nurture for the cycle to come. Prioritize things that will help you reach your goals.

Hatching and Manifesting You can write spells on your saved eggshells symbolizing things you'd want to grow and plant seeds in them. A lot of green witches do magic by tending to sprouts and plants as a link to their manifesting spell to help bring it to life! If planting seeds is not an option then make an eggshell candle and light it while visualizing your intent.

Seeking a new direction Ostara is about life beginning again. If you feel like you need a fresh start, use a tarot deck and shuffle it a few times concentration on a new path. Once you are satisfied, look through it for the fool card. On the card next to it should be the direction you should go towards. If the fool is reversed and looking at the card behind it then it might symbolize you are on the wrong path and focused perhaps on something in your past. The one next to it (technically the one that comes after it in the deck) should be the direction you should focus on.

Birds of a feather! Spring is definitely a time for finding your match whether it be new friends, new connections, new network or a new lover! People are more out and about. An animal that marks spring time to me and also socializing are spring birds especially like the robin or bluebirds. Use feathers in your spells to attract your kind or your mate. (March hare symbolism works too with attraction spells but in my opinion it’s way more sexual than it is about socializing or romance/friendship). Some ideas could be making a charm with a feather to keep on your person that you’ll use when you go out to meet people. The ideas for attraction glamours and spells are endless so I won’t ramble on here lol.

Ostara Day

March 20th 2018

Wear bright greens!! (it's funny cause it also kind of coincides with the green theme of march cause of st patricks day but I don't really celebrate st patrick yet I wear bright greens for spring equinox to symbolize plants sprouting and reviving!) If green isn't your thing wear pastels! A lot of my witchy friends and I LOVE the color Robin Egg Blue for Ostara so that soft blue is my second go to!

Food ‘Growth’ Spell You can prepare a ‘Dragon’s Egg’ bless it with the intent that you’d want it to give you power of determination, courage and drive for the season to come and eat it (like consuming it’s power). I like to make these eggs by hardboiling a regular egg, preparing a sandwich bag of food coloring of your choice (reddish gold is great), add some chili powder and peppers and put the egg in (still with it’s hardshell on) and crush it up while it’s in there. Let the egg soak in the coloring and spices and once you peel it it’ll look like this. If you don’t eat eggs, a great alternative are lima beans. They are big green seeds! I also like to use pepita seeds in a food spell to manifest self growth. You can take a seed and put intention into it then swallow it after.

Green Tea Such as the way pumpkin is the season-long flavor of autumn for me the seasonal flavor is green tea. I think it’s the combination of the color, it’s herbal earthy freshness and it’s ability to wake you up and energize you. Especially if you are on the go today and don’t have time for anything enjoy a matcha latte or a green tea. Savor it’s earthy flavor and feel it making you more awake and alert for the new season!

Whistle to bring in good energy I find the sounds of light flutes and whistling to be the preferred music and or instrument of Ostara. To me it symbolizes the return of the birds and the lightness of spring and also the soft breeziness of the season (also in Wiccanism it's ruled by Air which is interesting). If you are familiar with intoning you can try to cleanse your space with a light and powerful whistle.

Ostara Music I have a few music links on my digital grimoire for each sabbat and some playlists. Flutes is the primary instrument I associate with this sabbat. I like to pick one of the flute sound tracks and open one of the white noise sound tracks and let them play together.

I made a coherent music post here with instructions on how I listen to the music. (I like to layer sounds ontop of each other- usually a natural white noise soundtrack- in this case singing birds for Spring, and then play instrumental music over it).

Connecting with your inner child Ostara is a playful holiday that also honors children. Be extra kind to children close to you today and also get in touch with your own inner child. Make art to welcome spring like watercolor outside or use crayons and don't judge whatever you create. Or treat yourself with things your childself loves such as candy, cookies, blowing bubbles, swinging on swings, jumping on a trampoline. If it's raining or too cold to be outside make a magical pillow fort to do magic in. Make a cream soda float, watch ghibli films. Do shadow work to connect with your inner child. Focus on this next cycle to come by satisfying your inner child's dreams.

Be Outdoors If the day is nice take yourself out for a bike ride or a picnic! Go on an ostara scavenger hunt for magical items for your craft such as a stone you might find and like that you could paint or a four leaf clover, a fresh bird’s feather or a blossom. Remember to ask the plants permission before you take and to leave offerings for gratitude. Seeds edible to animals or local wildflower seeds would be the nicest!

Spring Showers Usually spring equinox has been gorgeous for the past few years but if the day is rainy collect the first spring's showers! It has it’s own magical significance! Spring Showers brings growth for spring blossoms and plants and it is very reviving. If it happens to snow, spring's first snow/frost is magical too but for curses.

Flower Channeling It’s been way too cold for a while to be outside but if it’s nice take yourself to a park or your back yard, find a patch of crocuses or snowdrops and spend a moment to be barefoot on the earth. Feel their gentle energy pushing through the earth to start with fresh optimism. Find that energy within yourself to begin this new cycle.

Rain Channeling If the weather is too unfavorable to do that then find a space in your home by a window and take a moment to channel the energy of Spring’s Shower to your body. You can either put your back against the window if possible or even open the window and let your palms out upright to capture the rain. (Bonus if you want to be that dramatic witch bitch and stand under the rain to really let it cleanse you but I don’t want to give advice that might get people sick if they aren’t careful lol.)

Evening

Feast!! I love making food for Ostara! I always go for spring produce like onions, chives, spinach, butter lettuce, asparagus, carrots, parsnips, peas, sugar snap peas, sprouts and turnips. If I’m making food for myself I go for a nice quiche with a butter lettuce salad and simple dijon vinaigrette. Some dishes I love making are like the cucumber dill yogurt salad, split pea soup, chicken with spring onions and pastel colored deviled eggs. Even if you don’t feel motivated to make anything too complicated for yourself you can make something easily spring themed like ostara ramen lol. [Get a ramen packet and boil and egg in another pot. Top your finished ramen with chopped chives and sesame seeds and a boiled egg. Bam. (Bonus if its green tea ramen noodles).] For desserts I love things that are matcha, praline, pistachio or almond based. I love floral nutty flavors for spring. Getting a simple carrot cake to enjoy should be easy or you could enjoy a simple custard! Years ago I made an Ostara fantasy feast you can check out if you’d like some ideas!

Leave offerings for the Spirits of Spring!

Spring Birds are also always wonderful to work with and fun to leave offerings of food like seeds for! They will help you with socializing and making connections!

It’s always lucky to befriend some stirring plants and leave them something as well. Especially if you whisper to them your secret wishes they’ll try to help them grow!

#Ostara #solitary witch #spring equinox #ostara rituals #ostara ritual #ostara activities #ostara recipes #pagan #wiccan #wheel of the year #spells #blog ostara

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notagainniall-blog · 6 years

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Just A Little Something

Niall’s exhausted. His eyes are low and sunken, red rimmed and his hair a mess. Even for a person who doesn’t take to what he looks like much; Niall admits that he looks like shit. Tour ended a mere few hours ago and he quickly jetted home, not wasting a minute as he shed his tight jeans in replacement for grey sweatpants, pouring himself a can of Guinness into a pint glass and settling himself against the soft cushions of his couch with a sigh. He flicks the TV onto a golf tournament, his eyes nearly lulling closed before three knocks at the door abruptly interrupt him. He knows exactly who it is;and if it were anybody else he’d happily tell them to fuck off. But he has a tiny soft spot for Y/N and the way she seems to just wander into his house at random times, always with welcome arms from Niall. They had met almost two years ago at a coffee shop around the corner from Niall’s house that Y/N worked at. Niall didn’t venture into London much due to the lack of privacy and his inability to deny a fan a picture even when he flinched at the bright flash, but he did make it a point to make himself at home by stopping at all the tiny local shops near his house, including Lou’s coffee shop.

When Niall walked in, he was immediately soothed by the smell of Arabica and the sound of espresso dripping into a mug. He was quickly snapped out of his trance at the sound of whine of a man clutching his briefcase close to his crisp white button-down. “I asked for two shots. And coconut milk.” The man stared at the timid girl behind the counter, who was twisting at the apron donned around her waist. “I’m sorry, we only have soy and I-”

“Forget it.” The man shoved the steaming cup of coffee back at the girl, the cup tipping and the contents spilling out as he turned on his heel and quickly walked out the door. “Proper dick,” Niall murmured under his breath as he watched the man for a minute; before his eyes settled onto the worker. “Sorry, I’ll be just a minute.” She averted her gaze from Niall’s as she mopped up the hot coffee off the counter, seemingly embarrassed. “Don’ worry about it. Seemed like a real prick.” The girl finally looked up with a tiny smile and a shrug as she tossed the rag behind her, wiping her hands on her apron. “Guess that's what you get when you work in a neighborhood like this.” Niall raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. He knew the feeling well. Despite having more than enough money to live in the community, his neighbors each gave reproachful glances at him as they walked to their cars in their suits. “Well, ‘ve never been here before. Any recommendations...” Niall’s gaze dropped to the name tag pinned onto her shirt. “Y/N?” Her noticed the corners of her mouth turn up a bit as she rambled. “...and the quiche is to die for.” Y/N finally trailed off, and Niall nodded. “’ll take a hot coffee and one of them, then.”

Y/N wasn't lying. The quiche was to die for, and Niall found himself returning day after day to Lou’s, and each day he was greeted by Y/N’s smiling face. He caught her on break sometimes; learned that she made the trek from the other side of town everyday just to work to pay for Uni. She’d blink over at Niall every time the bell dinged and he walked through the door; shutting the textbook open in front of her and scrambling to make his order. They’d talk a bit and she’d send him off with piece of quiche in a tiny to go box, “just a little something” always scrawled in messy handwriting atop the cardboard.

Today was no different, Y/N shoving a steaming cup into his hand along with a tiny to go box as Niall opens the door. She breezes past him; and Niall grins as she swings her leg over the marble, settling herself onto his counter. “Thank god, was goin’ crazy without this stuff.” He grumbles between bites, “Asked for a million differn’ quiches on tour, I swear. Nothin’ like this.” “Mmm. The customers may be the biggest dickheads I know, but Lou sure does make a crazy good quiche.” Niall takes a sip of the coffee as he looks over at her, raising his eyebrows. “Asshole customers still givin’ ya hard time?” Y/N rolls her eyes, handing Niall a napkin from the holder next to her. He wipes the grease from the corner of his mouth, his eyes now bright and blinking over at her. “Course. Sometimes I think all these business guys secretly have the hots for me. It must be something, ‘cause I can’t make their coffee right, clearly. I think one of ‘em is your neighbor, to be quite honest.” Niall chuckles, lifting his shoulders into a shrug as he pads to the living room, Y/N slipping off the counter and following closely. “Those guys are all dickheads. Right as I pulled up he’s going on complainin’ about how me car was taking up all the street parking the past three months.” He plops onto the couch, his back settling against the gray corner seat and Niall’s eyebrows shoot up as Y/N immediately kicks off her shoes, sitting onto the other side with a content sigh. “Wow, Pet, yer not gon’ fight me for this seat?” Y/N grins, but tucks her feet underneath her bum, her head shaking. “You’ve been gone long enough, figured you missed out on a lot. Thought I’d be nice and give you the comfiest spot on the couch...Three months, huh? You look right exhausted.” Y/N smirks over at Niall who only sticks his tongue out at her. “Yeh, three months. Never been more glad to be on the couch with a pint. ‘S exhausting bein by yourself out there.”

“I bet. Girls screaming your name, throwing themselves at you…” She props herself up on her knees, turning her body toward Niall. “Oh Niall! We love you! Sing me a song!” A grin plasters over Y/N’s face as she feigns adoration for Niall, who only kisses his teeth but emits a chuckle from deep within his chest, nonetheless. “Oi, you shut yer mouth. How ‘bout a pizza? ‘M absolutely starved.” Y/N shifts uncomfortably under her own weight, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Just get me a salad or something. Been trying to watch what I eat. There’s this boy called Joey in my philosophy class and I’ve been wanting him to ask me out on a date forever. I even batted my eyelashes at him and pouted my lips. Nothing.” Y/N suddenly feels self-conscious as she feels Niall’s eyes boring through her. “What?” She demands, her fingers raking through her hair. “Nothin’.” Niall rests his pint atop his thigh as he reaches for his phone. “Jus’ seems like a bit of prick, s’all. If he’s not noticin’ all these things, maybe he’s just shit.” Y/N grows quiet, and Niall lets a sigh push past his lips as he notices her face fall. “C’mon pet, ‘m just sayin’. Sure there’s plenty a lads who want to take ya out on a date.”

“Ni, it’s just been so long.” Y/N scooches against the couch until her back hits the armrest, her body sliding until she’s flat on her back; her eyes trained to the ceiling and her legs splayed out in Niall’s lap. “I’m considering letting the old creeps at work take me home. They’ve got money, at least.” Niall lets out a sound of disgust, tilting his head as he drains the rest of his beer. He knew it was better to simply let Y/N talk; she’d exhaust herself eventually and if Niall offered a word of advice she’d simply shove his privileged love life in his face, an insecurity that constantly ate at him already. “I just don’t get it. I work hard, I study and I even fucking wore a push up bra to class so that Joey would notice me. So why,” She sighs, “did God grace me with a non-existent love life?”

“Caesar salad or Greek?” Niall interrupts her, but allows his fingers to travel toward hers. He intertwines his fingers with Y/N’s, squeezing gently to remind her that he was listening. “Caesar.” She busies herself with counting the diamonds painted along Niall’s ceiling, wallowing in her own misery while Niall scrolls through his phone, a comfortable silence drifting between the two and Niall’s thumb tracing shapes over the skin of Y/N’s hand. “What about Conor?” Y/N breaks the silence suddenly, pushing herself up onto her bum with two hands and turning to look at Niall. “Mm, wha’ about him?”

“Set me up on a date with him.” Y/N juts out her lower lip into a pout as Niall shrugs at her, seemingly unconvinced. “Pleeeeassee. It can even be a double date! You take someone out an’ it’ll be great fun and then we’ll both be happy.”

“And who d’ya suppose I take out?” Y/N’s eyes narrow and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Anybody. Literally anybody! Walk down the street or or- have Tara ring someone up for you...a supermodel or whoever,I dunno, they’ll all say yes anyway.” Niall emits a sigh, blue eyes wandering to lock onto Y/N’s. He hates going on dates; rather be alone but he hasn’t gotten laid in a while. Plus, if Y/N was there she’d make dinner more bearable and all Niall would have to do was settle in bed with the girl afterwards. “Fine.” He can’t help but break out into a smile at Y/N’s excitement; the warmth of her hand settling into his as she rambles. “What am I gonna wear? What am I gonna…’m getting a bit nervous now, ‘s quite stupid, innit Ni?”

“He’ll like you fine.” Niall slowly untangles his fingers from hers, scooting to the edge of the couch and stretching his arms behind his head. A small yawn slips past his lips and Niall flinches as his legs- now asleep from sitting beneath his weight on the couch prickles with pins and needles. “‘M gonna have a shower. Got some cash on the table, pay for the pizza when it comes, yea?” Y/N nods absentmindedly, immediately crawling toward the other edge of the couch and curling herself against the corner seat, smirking at Niall smugly as he heads up the stairs.

Niall can hear rustling outside his bathroom door as he lathers soap into his hair; the opening and closing of his dressers. He stops the low humming so that he could hear clearer; Y/N’s gentle footsteps running through his room. He knows well enough that she’d stolen a pair of his sweatpants, and dug through his drawers to find her favorite pair. Niall doesn’t mind, Y/N always returned them smelling like coffee and vanilla for days afterward. A tiny knock at his door startles him- he’s unsure of how long he’d been standing under the steaming water; allowing the tiny droplets to run over and soothe his skin. “Ni, you’ll never guess who delivered the pizza!” Y/N’s excited voice drifts through the small crack underneath the bathroom door, Y/N not waiting for Niall to answer before shouting out “Joey!” Niall opens the door, a towel around his waist and the steam rising off his otherwise naked body. “Ah, the prick,” Niall murmurs, wrapping his hand around Y/N’s wrist, who was seated on the floor with her legs crossed; the pizza box laying haphazardly atop her thighs. Niall tugs to help her up, and she follows him into his room; seating herself on the wooden floor (Niall would absolutely have her head if she dared to sit on his bed with food.) “He gave me his number, Ni! Said we should go out sometime.” Niall can hear her calling from his closet, before he re-emerges into his bedroom to Y/N shoving a slice of pizza in her mouth. “Isn’t that great?” She glances up at him sheepishly as she chews the bread. “I know I asked for a salad but I thought I’d reward myself since ya girl got herself a date.” Niall has no clue why Y/N wants to go out with a pizza delivery guy who clearly treats her like shit, but he takes a seat next to her anyway. She slides the box toward him, as well as a refilled pint glass. “S’weird innit? I look my best going to philosophy and he barely says a word to me. Open the door in a pair of your sweatpants-” Niall glances down at her legs; indeed clad by a pair of his black and white striped adidas joggers. “Should’a stole these before you went on tour, by the way. They’re m’favorite lounging around pants.”

“Y’know the code to my house, Pet, ya could’ve grabbed ‘em yerself.” Y/N lifts her shoulders into a shrug as she reaches across for Niall’s glass, taking a small sip before speaking again. “Would’ve got too sad bein’ in your house without you here. Anyways.” Y/N gets up again, this time to Niall’s sock drawer. She ruffles through the contents, picking out a fuzzy pair she’d gotten him last Christmas, her talking never wavering. “Opened the door in sweatpants an’ he asked me for my number. Weird guy. Maybe I was just putting in too much effort.”

“Still an arsehole,” Niall grumbles, another yawn slipping past his lips. Y/N slides Niall a napkin, and he smiles gratefully at her as he wipes his greasy fingers against the cloth. “How ‘bout Netflix?” Y/N sits at the edge of Niall’s bed, staring down at him. “Alrigh’ petal, but nothin’ scary.” Niall slowly gets up, ambling into the sheets on the other side of the bed, emitting a satisfying sigh. His eyes would’ve closed the second his head hit the pillow, but Y/N’s shuffling to pick something to watch keeps him awake. “Got one. S’gold this one.” She slides under the covers next to him, and Niall grumbles as the Stranger Things logo flashes across the screen. “Petal, innit this show scary?”

“Oh, hush you. S’not really, I think you’ll like it. I’ll even cuddle you during the scary bits, if you’d like.” Y/N giggles but she’s mostly serious, and Niall turns over, his back to her. “‘F I have nightmares, darlin’ ‘m gonna call and wake ya in the middle of the night,” He grouses, and Y/N only pokes Niall’s shoulder, the exhaustion from a full day’s work finally settling in her bones. “If I fall asleep, Niall, wake me up yeah? I’ll go to the couch.” Y/N sleeps over Niall’s often; and usually he lets her take the bed while he sleeps on the floor or on the couch. Y/N always insists Niall take the bed, but after a few minutes of her snoring Niall knows getting her to get up was a lost cause. He knows too that his California king and silk sheets are a ton more comfier than her bed in her flat; and although Y/N doesn’t complain often he can’t imagine going to class full time and working around the clock does any good to her body. She grimaces when she’s met with silence on Niall’s end. “I’m serious Ni! You haven’t been home in three months and it’s your bed. Just wake me up.”

“Dunno, poppet. Think you’ll kill me if I try to wake ya up. S’happened before. Maybe I’ll have to…” Niall sits up suddenly, his legs tucked underneath him as he looms over Y/N; a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Niall, don’t. Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking touch-” Y/N rolls away from him; burrowing herself deeper into Niall’s comforter. As soon as his fingers wriggle against her exposed feet; she stretches her leg out, kicking him swiftly in the side. “Oi, ya little shit, jesus,” Niall murmurs, but can’t help chuckling. “I will truly kick you in the balls. I swear, Niall you tickle me again- and I’ll...I’ll…” Y/N sputters as she tucks her feet into the blanket away from his reach. “I’ll tell everyone on twitter that you have a foot fetish.” She threatens, and Niall tips his head back, laughing loudly as he scoots back to his spot across from Y/N. “Girls will still like me anyway,” Niall teases, and Y/N rolls her eyes, but doesn’t say anything because she knows he’s right. “Be quiet and lemme get back to Eleven.”

Twenty minutes later, Niall is nearly lulled to sleep by Y/N’s snoring. He watches her, rolling his eyes because he knows he’ll have to wash his pillowcase because she tends to drool while she sleeps. Nonetheless, he quietly swings a leg over the edge of his bed; stepping carefully and ensuring to avoid the creaky spot of the wooden floor. Making his way over to his TV, he mutes it but doesn’t turn it off; knowing that Y/N was a tad afraid of the dark, especially by herself. Niall silently grabs a blanket from his closet before shutting the door gently, ambling downstairs to sleep on the couch. Niall sure as hell misses his bed, but he can’t find the strength in his heart to wake the girl asleep in it.

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The next morning, Niall wakes up to Y/N nudging him gently on the shoulder. He turns his head briefly to glance at her, before turning away and burying his head into the pillow. “I told you to wake me up!”

“Knew you had an early shift, s’fine. This couch is comfy.” Niall croaks; his voice raw from just opening his eyes. “I hope you slept well. Figured I’d bring you back a little something from Lou’s. Plus, it’s almost noon.” Y/N gestures to the box and coffee sitting on his table, stacked neatly on a plate with a napkin. Niall slowly sits up as Y/N sits on the floor, sliding her shoes on. He watches as she loops her laces around her fingers, pulling tight before placing a hand flat on the floor to push herself back up onto her feet. “Where ya goin?” Niall reaches to grab his shirt, sliding it over his head. “Since ‘m going out with Joey tonight, I’d figured I’d go treat myself. Girl stuff, get my nails done and my eyebrows waxed and that kinda stuff. Don’t think you’d wanna tag along, would you?” Niall shakes his head no, running his fingers through his hair as he stretches. “Think there’s an event going on tonight, I’ll probably chill until then. But you have a good time, yea?” Niall tries to hide the disappointment in his voice- it was stupid, but on tour the first thing he absolutely wanted to do when he touched down in London was spend the day with Y/N. Maybe go to the pub (she was a riot when she was drunk) or binge watch the Harry Potter series (Niall had learned to like them after Y/N forced him to watch them about ten times.) “I will! I’m just nervous. I haven’t been on a proper date in forever. I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing.” Y/N slides her arms into her jacket, poking her tongue out slightly as she fumbles with the zipper. “Oh! And Joey’ll pick me up here, if that’s okay? He told me he’d pick me up where he dropped off the pizza, and y’know it’s easy to get lost on the way to my flat so I figured, why not?” Niall nods as he takes a sip of coffee, his eyes watering slightly as it scalds his tongue. “No problem, poppett. Practically live here. Still dunno why you want to go out with such a prick, anyway.”

“‘S’hot,” Y/N warns, observing Niall’s watery eyes. “Eat a piece of ice. It’ll help. And you be quiet about Joey. ‘ll be glad if he just gets me off.” Although Niall doesn’t say anything, his face of disgust makes Y/N roll her eyes, her hands settled on her hips. “I need love too, y’know. Lord knows you’ll be home with someone tonight, as per usual. Sometimes I worry these events you go to are just prostitutes and rich men.” He lets out a noise of protest, lying back farther into the couch. “‘M kidding, I’m kidding, Harry goes to them and I know he’d never objectify women like that. And I know how you just woo the ladies, Ni. Duly noted.” Niall puts a hand over his heart, feigning hurt at her sarcasm and Y/N grins, grabbing her purse from the table. She crouches down to the couch, leaning to press a kiss to Niall’s cheek, her hair falling into his face. “‘M glad you’re home, though. I’ll see ya later. And get up, will you?” Niall winces as she draws back the curtains, sunlight flooding the living room and burning his eyes. “Mm. Can’t wait to meet Joey.”

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“Black or red?” Y/N holds up two dresses to herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror but also patiently awaiting an answer from Niall. Usually, Y/N would come to help Niall choose an outfit (not that he had much to choose from; Ellie often made sure Niall’s clothes would match no matter which way he chose them). “You look nice in red, Petal.”

“But what d’you suppose he’d like?” Niall clicks his tongue in annoyance, throwing a white button down and a black blazer onto the ottoman. “He already likes you, ‘m sure he’ll adore you in whichever. If not, he’s a stupid prick ‘nyways.” Y/N lets out an exasperated sigh, spinning to face Niall. “You haven’t even met him! Plus, if I like him you have to to.”

“S’not true. You hated Celine,” Niall takes a few steps toward Y/N; careful to avoid the hot curling iron plugged into the outlet next to his mirror. “She didn’t laugh at my jokes,” Y/N says flatly, “And she pretty much called me ugly.” Niall tugs one of the curls tumbling around Y/N’s face, watching as it springs back. “She did not.” He tilts his head toward her, and Y/N turns her back toward Niall, grabbing a lip pencil and gazing at herself in the mirror. “Right, sorry. She meant it real nice when she said I’d look better if I tried a bit. Who looks great after working an 8 hour shift? And getting yelled at by rich businessmen?”

“You do quite a fantastic job at it,” Niall utters, and Y/N titters sarcastically as she carefully traces her lips. “You just think that because I bring you back treats from Lou’s all the time. Besides, Celine always looked at me funny.” Niall can’t deny that; Y/N had been a large part of the reason they broke it off. Celine was one of the few girls Niall actually continuously saw, and he truly liked her; but Niall would admit that she despised Y/N and that struck a wrong chord with him. Y/N stopped coming around when Celine was over, and Niall didn’t put two and two together until Celine requested that Y/N quit spending the night. She stopped speaking to Niall after he laughed at her demand. Kind of a dick move on his part, but it truly didn’t bother him, Y/N was one of his best friends and ever since the day he walked into Lou’s to a rich man yelling at her, he’d sworn to himself he’d always protect her. ��Why am I freaking out over this?” Y/N huffs as she runs her fingers through her hair, gently sweeping the curls to the side. The two dresses sit in her lap, her eyes flicking vigorously back and forth between the two. Niall doesn’t want to mention that the dresses look nearly identical to him. Y/N sits in a trance, a ding from her phone even failing to break her concentration, and Niall leans to check, knowing she’d sit there for at least another half hour. “Well, ya got 10 minutes to choose, ‘cuz he’s on his way, Petal.”

“Ah, I’m truly panicking. This one’s a go, then I guess.” She grabs the red dress, making her way into Niall’s bathroom. Niall can hear her humming, her spirit seemingly lifted despite her nerves. Y/N emerges a second later, her arms crossed to support the falling straps. “Can you zip me?” She turns, and Niall hesitates for a minute, his eyes trained to the gold zipper resting above her bum. “Niall.” She urges, and he utters a small “sorry” before he reaches over, his fingers fumbling as he tugs. “Might be a bit tight,” Y/N admits. “Haven’t really been working on my figure, per say. You have to hold the bottom and pull hard.” Niall bunches the fabric into his hand; pulling the zipper upward. “Ah god, ‘s so fucking tight. Can barely breathe but it’s cool.” She tugs the dress down a bit, turning to the side to look at herself in the mirror. “‘S the final verdict?” Y/N spins toward Niall and his breath falters a bit; his mouth drying. Y/N had always been very cute to Niall but she was strictly a good friend. He’s confused, but he will admit that Y/N standing in front of him in that tight red dress quickens his heartbeat. “‘M...yeah. You look good.” She tucks her curled hair behind her ears, watching herself in the mirror. “Are you sure? I dunno, I just feel like...Maybe I’m trying too hard? Like, maybe I should just wear some jeans and call it a day.”

“No, no...You look really great. Truly.” Niall’s chest tightens and he has no fucking clue what’s going on with him, but he keeps his eyes trained onto her, watching as she leans down to buckle her heels. Her voice breaks him out of his trance, and Niall runs his fingers through his hair uncomfortably, glancing over toward the mirror. “Oh god. He’s here. I’m...Niall, are you okay? Are you feeling okay?” Y/N strides over to him, her heels clicking against his wooden floor. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and Niall was sure she could feel his clammy hands and his hammering heart. “You look sick- d’you want me to stay? I can make you some soup or something. Think maybe you got the post tour blues, y’know s’not good for your body when you’re always travelin’ n stuff...” Y/N trails off and Niall shakes his head quickly, his hand encasing her wrist. “‘M fine. Just a bit hot. C’mon, let’s get you downstairs, then.” She teeters down the stairs (clinging onto the banister for dear life,) Niall following and maybe looking at her ass a little too much. “Have fun, an’ call me if anything goes wrong, alrigh’ Pet?” Y/N nods, and Niall can’t help but smile as she beams up at him; taking a deep breath before walking out the door, leaving a very flustered Niall to contemplate his feelings.

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Niall was absolutely bored out his mind. He was good at these events, great even- floating around; saying hello to everyone with a drink in hand. Tonight, however, he was stationed at the bar, his phone sat on the counter in case Y/N called and a whiskey in his hand. Harry’s already asked him what was wrong, and Niall excuses that he’s still tired from tour- (“the post tour blues, as Y/N calls ‘em,” Niall says to him,) and Harry only gives a knowing nod and a pat on Niall’s back before leaving him be. Niall feels bad, but he’s just not in the greatest mood, his head clouded with thoughts about Y/N. His stomach turns thinking about her sitting across the table from another guy, (and a fucking pizza guy at that!) probably laughing at all his jokes (even if they weren’t funny,) and batting her eyes at him. She’d wrap her hair around her fingers, swipe at her lips to draw attention to them, rest her hand on his bicep as he talked because Y/N knew how to entice a man and Niall was getting dizzy simply thinking about it (although it may have been the alcohol). He was getting lost in his drunken thoughts, his eyes trained to the wood of the bar as he blinks hard. A hand on his shoulder nearly makes him jump, and he looks up, a strong flowery scent wafting over him. The girl in front o him flashes a dazzling smile standing, which Niall does his best to return. “Hi, you’re Niall, aren’t you?” The girl takes a seat beside him, holding out her hand to him. “Yeh ‘m Niall..and you’re…?”

“Adrianna.” He shakes her hand politely, and she motions to the bartender, eliciting a small “thanks” as he sets a martini in front of her. “Couldn’t help but notice you looking real bored. Looking for something else to do, maybe? Get out of here?” Niall’s head was swimming but he nods anyway. He was drunk and thinking about Y/N, but he came here solely for the purpose of finding a quick fuck, and it’d never come so easy to him as Adrianna. “Yeh, I’m ‘round the block. I’ll call a cab.” Niall fumbles with the buttons on his phone; Adrianna excusing herself to the bathroom. He thinks that with a beautiful girl on top of him his thoughts of Y/N will disappear, excuses that it’s just the thought of being with his best friend getting to him and not really Y/N. But the her words are drumming in his ears- “Lord knows you’ll be home with someone tonight, as per usual,” and Niall feels like his heart is constricting in his chest. He looks toward the restroom, slipping out into the night and into the cab before Adrianna could catch up with him.

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Niall’s sprawled out on his couch, the blanket he’d slept with the night prior settled over him as he watches Stranger Things. Y/N was right, Niall couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, only whining slightly and snuggling into the blanket a bit more when a particularly creepy scene came on. His front door opening nearly gives Niall a heart attack, and he shouts out, sure he’s getting burgled before Y/N appears at the foot of the couch. “Oi, Y/N, nearly pissed me pants ya scared me…” Niall trails off because although it’s dark, light from the TV splashes onto Y/N’s frowning face. “Wha’s wrong?” He sits up some, his fingers fumbling for the remote. “You were right,” Y/N says slowly, her voice faltering some. “Joey’s just a dumb prick.” Her lower lip wobbles and Niall scoots toward the edge of the couch, patting the corner seat because he’s unsure of what to do right now, but it’s Y/N’s favorite spot and all he wants to do is make her smile. Y/N stays planted at the edge of the couch, though; her hands coming around to steady herself. “Turns out, he was just a gold digging prick. All he wanted to talk about was your house that he thought was mine, and your fucking range rover and my job and how I had so much money. He literally left- he left Niall, told me he was takin’ a piss after I told him that none of it was mine, and that I lived in a shithole and worked a stupid fucking job that barely pays me enough...He quite literally ditched me in the middle of the date. I sat there for so fucking long before I realized he’d left, and so I drank an entire bottle of fucking red wine myself because I’m pathetic.” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before she finally sits on the couch, leaning to unbuckle her heels though she’s having quite a difficult time. “So dumb, I even went through the pain of getting a fucking brazilian for him.” She giggles, and Niall stares at her, dumbfounded. “So now ‘m here, because all I want to do to stop myself from crying is lay in your bed, an’ maybe watch something.”

“Yeh, course, c’mon then.” Niall stands up, offering a hand to Y/N who takes it, allowing him to lead her up the stairs. She stays silent as she crawls in between the sheets, busying herself with finding something to watch as Niall rummages through his clothes to find her something comfier to wear, even though she didn’t ask. He returns with one of his old derby t-shirts, and Y/N blinks, gazing up at him with a grateful look as she takes the clothes. “Where ya goin’?” She asks as Niall turns to walk away, his hand on the doorknob. “I wanted you here with me, too, stupid,” Y/N mutters as Niall slips into the bed next to her. “Ni,” Y/N whispers quietly, and he only lets out a small hmm, his gaze trained to the screen. “Will you cuddle me? Just wanna be held.” Y/N requests, and Niall stares at her because he likes needy Y/N, and he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in her or not, but he likes that she’s asking for his help. “Course, darlin’,” he murmurs, and she’s crawling between his legs, laying back against his chest before Niall can even say anything more. “You smell nice,” She whispers, brushing her nose up against Niall’s chest and burying herself closer toward him. “How come you’re alone tonight, Niall?”

“Well ‘m with you, aren’t I, Pet?” Niall’s hand skims over Y/N’s arm, his hand settling over hers. “Yeah, but ‘f I’m ruining your plans or anything don’t be afraid to ask me to go. Y’know, if you have any lady friends coming over or anything.”

“Rather be with you,” Niall hums into her ear, his thumb stroking over the skin of her hand. “Always thought it’d be nice, to be one of those lucky girls.” Y/N admits, her eyes closing. “Wha’ ya mean, love?” “One of those girls who gets to kiss you and bite against your skin and put your cock in their mouth.” Niall nearly splutters, his face reddening as he stares down at her. She opens her eyes, blinking up at Niall through her lashes. “Think about fucking you alot,” Y/N admits, and Niall can feel his cock hardening in his pants, despite him trying to will the stiffy away because Y/N was being vulgar, but she was drunk and sad, and Niall didn’t want to take advantage of her like this. “Hey,” He whispers, his hand coming up to cup her face; “Yer just drunk, darlin’.” Y/N crawls up Niall’s body, her legs slotting over his hips as she straddled him. “Think about kissing you a lot, too, leaving marks up and down your skin.” Her thumb sweeps over Niall’s throat and he shudders underneath her touch; trying to calm his brain. “Will you just kiss me once, Ni? Fulfill my fantasy ‘n I’ll never bother you ‘gain bout it, I promise.”

“Darlin’, c’mon...yer makin’ this real hard for me,” Niall groans, tilting his head back, just the thought of kissing her nearly enough to make Niall cum in his pants. When he rights himself, he finds Y/N staring over at him sweetly, and she looks too beautiful for Niall to deny her. “Alrigh’, alrigh’,” He mumbles quietly, tilting his head down toward her and catching her lips with his. The moan that escapes Y/N’s lips eggs Niall on as he presses against her harder; his tongue coming to part her lips. Y’N snakes her arms around his neck; her teeth nibbling Niall’s lip a bit. Niall thinks that this is the best thing he’s felt; Y/N’s lips against his- she’s kissing him slow and deep; and it’s sinful but Niall can’t pull away. “Hey, s...s’enough,” He murmurs as Y/N kisses down his jaw; nibbling slightly at the skin of Niall’s throat, her tongue coming to soothe the mark. “We’ll see how things go in the mornin’,” Niall whispers into her ear; planting one last kiss to the corner of her mouth. “But we should just sleep fer now, darlin’.” Y/N whines but obeys, adjusting herself again so that her body’s flush against Niall’s; her head laid upon his chest. He rakes his fingers through her hair, his eyes half lidded and trained to the ceiling, and Y/N falls asleeps to the sound of his heart thrumming beneath her ear.

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Y/N wakes up to the sunlight streaming through the opened curtain of Niall’s window, and her face pressed up against the cotton of his t-shirt. The soft commentary of a golf tournament plays in her ears, and she knows Niall must be awake and watching despite not being able to see the telly. His fingers are still raking through her hair and she softens beneath his touch, and she thinks that this is possibly the nicest way to wake up. She peers up at him, wiggling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to test for post drunken fuzziness. Niall glances down at her, a smile gracing his face upon realizing she’s awake. “How’s the head?” He mumbles quietly, and Y/N giggles as she sits up; her legs tucked underneath her bum, but her position slotted between Niall’s legs never changing. “Not bad honestly, think your hands ‘ve gotten rid of all the hangover.” Y/N shifts her weight around uncomfortably a bit before speaking again. “Thanks for dealing with my drunken shenanigans, Ni. Dunno what’s gotten into me, really.” Her eyes fall onto the bruised skin of Niall’s neck, and she reaches forward, Niall wincing a bit as Y/N’s fingers trail over the darkened mark. “S’it bad?” Niall questions, and Y/N hesitates but she can’t ever lie to Niall. “How hard did I fucking bite you?” She admonishes and he only chuckles, his hands coming around to grip her waist as he pulls her back toward his chest. “Think s’only fair if I give ya one too, Pet.” Y/N’s heart stutters only a bit when Niall flips them over; his figure swallowing hers and his hands coming to cuff her wrists. “This alrigh’?” He murmurs as his lips ghost against the skin of her throat. She only nods her head, not trusting her own voice. Y/N yelps slightly when Niall bites down a bit, sucking the skin between his teeth. He doesn’t stop; though, continuing to smack his lips against her neck, up her jaw. “Let me know if ya want me to stop,” Niall whispers, his lips brushing against hers. “Don’t,” Y/N pleads, her eyes shutting when Niall’s lips finally meet hers. Niall thinks that kissing Y/N sober would be less sensual, but she’s parting his lips with her tongue and all of the thoughts swirling in his brain come to a stand still. “Niall,” Y/N rasps, slightly out of breath, “Maybe we should...because you an’ I were both hoping to get laid last night, and obviously that didn’t happen and I’m sober now, and I want it-” Niall cuts her off with a laugh from deep within his chest, but he’s unfurling his hands from Y/N’s wrist and allowing her to sit up, pushing him against the headboard and straddling his hips. “Wanna suck you off,” She mumbles, and Niall draws his bottom lip into his mouth as he watches her, her hair a slight mess around her head, lips bruised from kissing and her pupils blown out. Her fingertips are dipping beneath the waistband of Niall’s sweatpants, and he can feel his cock hardening at the thought of her mouth around him. Niall discards of his shirt, his eyes trained to her. “Yer a little minx,” He groans out as Y/N draws back his sweats, wasting no time in putting her mouth around him. “Jesus jesus,” Niall’s fingers glide through her hair as Y/N licks a stripe down the underside of his cock, tonguing at the frenulum as she slowly glides downward, taking Niall deeper into her throat. “Greedy lil thing,” Niall breathes out, Y/N humming around him. She looks up at him through her lashes, and Niall can feel the warmth spreading in his belly like fire as he watches her, a bit of spit collecting down her chin and she looks absolutely filthy when she comes around to fondle his balls. Niall’s groaning before he gathers her hair into his hand, tugging hard. “‘M gonna cum, Y/N fuck-” The words barely leave his mouth before he’s exploding into her mouth, Y/N eager to swallow, although some of the cum dribbles down her chin. “C’mere,” Niall fists the cotton of her t-shirt as Y/N crawls up toward him, her lips meeting his. Niall thinks that he likes kissing her too much, and it scares him but he’s pressing his mouth against her anyway, fueled by her little moans. “‘M gonna take this off,” He murmurs, sliding the shirt up over her head. Y/N is momentarily embarrassed, but Niall presses his lips to the skin of her neck while he undoes her bra, and she’s too focused on his teeth ghosting against her throat to blush. She lets out a shaky breath as Niall’s hand comes up to cup her chest, a moan escaping past her lips when he ducks down, flicking his tongue over her nipple. “How ya doin’, Pet?” Niall smirks slightly, noticing the way she rolls her hips against his. His fingers come to skim her thigh and Y/N presses against him, desperate. “Please don’t tease me Ni, I really can’t- no one besides me has made me cum in over a year,” She lowers her voice, blinking over at Niall who’s suddenly snaking his arms around her waist, flipping them so she’s sat against the headboard, Niall slotting himself between her parted thighs. “You touch yerself a ton, darlin’?”

“Um.” Y/N squirms around a bit, stuttering when Niall licks a stripe up the cotton of her panties, a pool of wetness already collecting. “Y-yes, I s’pose when I have the time- fuck!” Niall’s tucked his hand into the waistband of her panties, his finger skimming over her clit lightly. “Mm, you’re drippin’, Pet. What do ya think about when you fuck yourself?” He pulls her panties down her legs, peering up at Y/N as he kisses her thighs. “I cum the hardest when I think about fucking you,” She admits, and Niall hums as he leans down, licking a stripe up her slit, his tongue laying flat against her clit. “I’m gonna cum real fast if you keep doing that,” Y/N wheezes out, and Niall laughs, one hand gripping around her thigh and the other finding it’s way to Y/N’s weepy hole. “Niall,” She stutters out when he slips a finger in, and Y/N’s bucking her hips up toward him with a moan. She can already feel the burn at the pit of her stomach, whimpering particularly loud when Niall draws another finger in, his tongue flicking against her clit. She’s kind of embarrassed at her inability to hold off, but her hands glide through Niall’s hair, tugging as she attempts to restrain herself. “Ni- I can’t, ‘m gonna-” Y/N’s words jumble together as her legs quiver, her chest rising and falling quickly as Niall climbs over her. “I’ll try to last a bit longer this time,” Y/N says sheepishly, and Niall laces his fingers with hers, his cock pressed against her slit, and his lips pressed to her neck. “Cum as many times as you please, Petal.” Niall says nothing further as he pushes himself inside, and Y/N gasps, relishing in the slight burn, but moans begin to spew out of her mouth as she stretches around Niall. He hitches her leg to her chest, thrusting into her faster. His strokes are slightly messy, but he builds up a rhythm, his eyes trained onto Y/N who has her head thrown back, her fingers squeezing Niall’s. He takes the opportunity to nibble against the exposed skin of her neck, and he feels Y/N go slightly rigid, her fingers untangling from Niall’s. She digs her fingernails into the skin of his back, her legs quivering and Niall knows he’s found her spot. “Fuck, right there, Niall…” Her words are a jumbled mess as she arches her back off the mattress, her breathing ragged as she feels herself reaching her orgasm. Niall leans back a little, his hips not stopping but his thumb coming around to circle her clit. Y/N’s not making out any words, but Niall can feel her clenching around him, and he muffles her moans, pressing his mouth against hers as she climaxes. “Fuck me, c’mon- cum for me, Ni,” she murmurs into his ear, and that’s all it takes for Niall to explode; pulling out last minute to cover Y/N’s chest. It’s quiet for a moment, Y/N attempting to gather her bearings, chest heaving. Niall lays next to her, pulling her toward him. She lays against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut. “That was good,” She mumbles, the exhaustion settling in her bones. “Sayin that just to stroke my ego?” Niall mumurs, and Y/N shakes her head giggling slightly. She blinks up at Niall through her lashes, her chin coming to rest upon his chest so she can stare up at him. “Joey really missed out on that one, darlin’, pretty fuckin’ stellar with yer mouth. Who knew my best friend was so fuckin’ filthy.” Y/N blushes slightly as Niall tucks the hair around her face behind her ears, but grimaces as a reminder that this was all- Niall was just her best friend. She clears her throat, before beginning-“I don’t want things to be weird between us, Ni we can just for-”

“I love you.” Niall blurts out, cutting her off and his eyes widen a moment, unsure that this is how he wanted to tell her. “What?” Y/N freezes a minute, but her lips turn up at the corners until she’s smiling. “I’m in love with you,” Niall says again. “Just didn’t know how t’ tell you.” Y/N leans forward,brushing her lips against his. “S’perfect, really. Funny, ‘cause I think I love you too.”

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