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in which Finn and Reader share an indirect

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You and Finn have been friends for a while now, mainly because he had few friends and you're now in a similar situation. He was there for you when your other shitty "friends" ditched you for the more popular.

You both met in the school's garden and have been talking ever since. Sharing lunch and talking about flowers included.

Occasionally, Finn would wait for you outside of the school's gym while you had practice on Wednesdays.

Today, you both agreed to meet each other outside the school's gates when Finn was done caring for the school's garden, and you were done with practice.

But today's practice went a little longer than it was supposed to. By the time You were done, you stumbled out of the gym room, drenched in sweat, and your bag hanging on one shoulder.

You spotted Finn just where you both agreed to meet. His back turned to you, you can see his long, adorable blond hair, and the freckles on his arms and hands as he poked at a flower that was slowly dying at the gate.

You exclaimed at him, waving, running down the hill, instead of taking the flight of stairs that were right there, and stumbling forward. You landed in front of him and looked up with a smile on your face, while a tint of color grew on his.

"H-hello there," Finn mumbled, looking down at you. And for a moment, neither of you moved.

You mentioned that he looked scared, and he responded, "Maybe because you fell face-first in front of me?"

"Hey, what took you so long anyway? Usually, you're getting out early, not late," He questioned in a more confused manner whilst helping you up.

What had taken you so long? Your coach made you run 15 laps around the gym to the point felt like you had asthma...which, now that you think about it, you probably do.

It made you wheeze just thinking about it. And Finn was quick to pat your back gently.

"Oh my, Do you need water?" He asked, and you nodded your head in the midst of coughing. When you looked up, you watched as Finn took out a water bottle from his bag; an appealing green metal bottle, with stickers of different plant types on it.

As he handed it to you, you take a gulp from the top and close the lid once more.

You realized you kind of just drank off him, but you didn't care much. But Finn's face; he didn't look at you as if you just killed a bug; he looked flustered.

Like very flustered. His cheeks were a light pink that seemed to spread to his entire face, and his gaze refused to meet yours.

You asked him what was wrong, and offered to clean the bottle, but he only answered with shaking his head no.

Because that's not what he wanted. He didn't mind at all either. But just a few moments ago he had lips in the same exact spot, and couldn't help but blush and avoid when you asked what was wrong.

Where Rook is actually one of those crazy girls, for fem!readers, also inspired by Paramore's "(One of Those)Crazy Girls".

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In your head you've been dating your boss since the week you started working at your job. You loved the job, mainly because you loved one particular thing; Auron.

Sadly, he doesn't see eye to eye with you on certain aspects of your relationship. For example, he keeps acting strangely when you call him "Baby". But his replies are the funniest: "What are you on about, Rook?" or sometimes a fine look of confusion, but you know, because he's shy about having his other employees know about your relationship with each other.

Or that one time you let yourself into his office only for him to yell at you. To you, his behavior in the office didn't matter much because at the end of a hard day's work, you'd always be able to see his face at home.

Oh, not your home, but his.

In a way, it's like you live there too. You know all the hallways, the look of the bathroom, his room, the living room, did I mention his room? That's where you both spend the most time at, you watch him get dressed, and undressed, from a window he never closes. The blinds always stayed half-open while the curtains were wide open.

You watch him pace in his room, back and forth on the phone, only wearing a towel. It's almost adorable how he never notices you.

Your favorite part of this charade was his reactions. Last Christmas, on his birthday, you left him a gift: cologne, new pillows, a towel, lotion, a watch, and your favorite, a stuffed raccoon plushie. You left the gist unnamed, and as he read the card, you watched as his face twisted into something of worry, watching as he murmured "what the hell" in such a way that made your heart race. All of it was visually pleasing to you.

And of course, you saw his hesitation to throw away the gift, ultimately he decided to lay the plushie on the top of his dresser, in a most convenient position, well, for you at least. The perfect position to watch him from, his still body in bed was almost too much for you to watch through a small phone screen connected to a camera set in the toy.

As you became tired, you lay in bed taking a deep breath and kissing your phone screen gently before falling asleep, and as booze off, you hallucinate the strangest of noises from Auron,

"Goodnight, Rook."

But if you have any pairing or storylines you wanna see, I WILL write them for the low price of FREE lmao. So request all you want!

That's includes:Yuurivoice, bnha, jjk, and litterly any anime or series because I think I've seen them all at this point.

To: "*FirstName LastName*" <[email protected]>

CC: The rookie on floor 9

From: "Auron"

Subject: Yes, You May.

Over the past 3 months of our ongoing affair, one could call it. I've collected data that is rather important to me. That data being what you're into and what you're not. But in my examination of this data, I've noticed something rather Interesting. You have a strange obsession with my hair. But not just my hair, but when it's simply resting on both of my shoulders, not bothering you, just simply sitting there. Unfortunately, you cannot deny this claim. But I push the question forward: Why?

Exhibit A ,

On the first Wednesday of May, you accompanied me to my home, and we took a rather long visit to my room, where I had you under me in the missionary position. As I penetrated you, I noticed the tight grip you had on my hair. Of course, at the time I didn't say anything, not because I didn't like it. No. Quite the opposite. At the time, I believed that it was because of my pace, but upon thinking more about it. That wasn't the reason at all. Was it, Rook?

If that's not enough evidence for you to give me an answer I present to you,

Exhibit B ,

On Valentine's Day, we had our usual Saturday dinner. Despite believing there were no strings attached, and despite me buying you a bouquet of white roses and buying out the entire restaurant, We've engaged in another endeavor of what you call "making out," In which you had a handful of my hair in your palm as we kissed, and before that, as we sat in the car, you were gently running your hand through my hair.

and to conclude this case, I give you,

Exhibit C ,

Just this very morning, you asked if, after everyone left the office building, may you give me a "scalp massage". And I offered to email you my response. And from the way your beautiful eyes got bigger, I got to see how addictive my hair must be to you. SO, since I feel ever so generous, I will let you.

In the agreement, you let me do the same and answer my question.

You have 15 minutes to reply to this email.

Good luck, Rook.

Your Boss.

Auron | The Boss, CEO.

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(This is my writing style. If you don't like it idk..js don't shoot me?)

Sometimes You either liked going out, or you didn't, and it sucked. In this case, you've been invited to the function by Alphonse and decided to invite along Seth. For the fun of things, to say the least. 

The music was blasting, bodies were moving, and drinks were being downed like they were nothing. 

You decided to text Alphonse that you were inside, but he beat you to the punch. As you pulled your phone out of your denim pocket, you watched as a suspiciously Alphonse-looking finger pushed it right down. "Wassup, Boo!" he greeted.

You couldn't help but stare at what he was wearing; 

One of those translucent tops that was also really glittery for some reason, plain jeans, but they were baggy, and whatever type of shoes he had on....

Now, don't get me wrong, he looked Thee FUCK good. And You saw it. 

That pinkish-purple-haired fuck. Looked good and, in a way, made you feel a little less shitty about going to the party. 

"So, Boo, what can I get ya' doll?" Alphonse questioned as his figure stood in front of you. "How you like your Liquor, Baby? Whiskey, Vodka, or Rum?" He chuckled lowly, "You seem like a Rum type of-"

Before Alphonse could continue his guessing game with drinks, A familiar voice sounded near you both. 

"Ah, You." A certain cowboy's accent appeared behind you. 

The figure hugged you and turned you around, and before you hugged back you saw that it was Seth. Excitedly, you hugged him back. 

Seth had just come, and he already smelled like the party itself: smoke, drinks, and cologne. 

"Almost thought I wouldn't be able to find you, Sugar." He chuckled, and Alphonse coughed hard. One of those fake coughs to pull the person on the other side of the conversation back onto them. "You invited this washed-up cowboy, Shugar." Alphonse scoffed, making sure to mock Seth's accent.

That's when you felt it. The tension between the two boys. They would have been standing face to face if it weren't for your standing between the two. Their eyes met each other, one pair a warm blue, the other a chilling brown color. Both couldn't help but stare at the other. Well, that was before Seth finally said something.

"Well, hello to you too, Mr.Loverman." He mumbled before finally disconnecting his gaze. "Yeah... No, don't call me that, Asshole." He mumbled back.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Yeah, this was Your fault mainly. You knew the messy past the two had, and yeah, you knew that Alphonse wasn't very fond of Seth. But You also knew that they didn't hate each other as much as their actions and words made it seem. Or at least, Seth didn't hate Alphonse. 

And yeah. It was YOUR FAULT that you were all stuck in a cramped bathroom right now...

"Oh, but look at the bright side, boys! At least we aren't starvin' o-or dead!" Alphonse mocked Your previous statement, "We've been trapped in this fucking bathroom for almost 25 minutes, Boo." Alphonse took a breath. "I'm starting to think I'm getting Cacophobia."

"You mean, Claustrophobia. The fear of being in tight, closed spaces..." Seth sighed, his back against the wall.

"Oh no, Cowboy. I meant what I said." Alphonse scoffed, and you can visibly see Seth get irritated "What the fuck even is Cacophobia-"

Before they could start back arguing you attempted to shake the doorknob roughly once again. The door shook but it didn't budge. It was like they were locked in from the outside. After that, You just gave up, letting your back fall against the bathroom door as you slowly moved to sit on the floor.

Concerned, Alphonse sighed and sat next to you, offering an arm around your shoulders. "It's a party, Boo. Someone is gonna have to use the bathroom, and when they see the door locked, they'll have someone to open the door." He kissed your forehead. 

"In the meanwhile, we can do what we came here for; well, I came here to do-" 

"And, what would that be? Get shitfaced?" Seth questioned.

"And, if it was?" Alphonse glared. "Oh, Nothing. You just haven't changed." Seth laughed to himself.

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And 25 minutes turned into 35, which turned into 45, and that turned into an hour. 

Your burden took all three of you playing spin the bottle with a good ole fashioned bottle of Dark rum. Alphonse was already a bit tipsy, and so were You. While Seth proved to handle his liquor well. 

As the bottle spun on their bathroom tile, it almost made you feel loopy. As it stopped slowly, it stopped between You and Alphonse.

Al smirked as he crawled towards you, kissing you softly before putting effort into it. Your faces came together once more in a desperate attempt to have each other, even though you already did. And as you pulled away, you could see a string of saliva connecting, and how Al looked like he didn't want to pull back to begin with. Then, you both drank. 

You both went back to your respective spots, and You spin the bottle again; this time it didn't land on you and Alphonse; rather, this time gravity chose to have Alphonse suck-face with Seth. 

But what you thought would happen didn't. You thought it would be a protest or a change in rules, but it wasn't. Seth took a deep breath, and Alphonse followed. And before you could blink, the two boys were going at it-

Not like that. But their kiss was passionate. Seth had his hands on both sides of Alphonse's face; Alphonse had his hands around Seth's neck. As they kissed, it got increasingly heated, the kiss turning into the two sharing what seemed like a very needed tongue down. Alphonse pulled back first. Looking towards You. He looked concerned, not guilty, but looking at how you'd react.

He expected you to be mad or upset, but it wasn't like that at all. You were anything but mad. Al got closer to you, and you watched as Seth did the same. 

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Which ultimately led you to this;

"Holy shit, Boo." Alphonse huffs, licking his lips as he watches you slowly go up and down his dick, letting your tongue bless him. Seth was sitting on top of the toilet lid, while Alphonse was sitting on top of him, and you were in front of both of them on your knees. 

Seth placed hickeys on the back of Alphonse's neck, sucking in the skin and licking the spot afterwards. Your lips were slightly red by the time you stopped your deed, moving to your feet and watching as Seth had his hand around Alphonse's throat this time. Before anything could be said, you grabbed Alphonse's collar and brought his face closer to yours. Kissing the stud harshly. 

You all got lost in your intoxicating feelings for one another.

Well, that was before the bathroom door finally opened. And by then, Seth was onto f you while you lay on Alphonse's chest, on the tile of the bathroom floor. 

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Lucien:

Lucien, your stay-at-home demon boyfriend. What is there to say about the big red hunk? He was hot, literally. On cold rainy spring nights you would snuggle up to the larger red bimbo, or himbo in this case, and just relax from a day of working you did not feel like doing at all.

And, sometimes, even though you didn't need to you would grab a large blanket, and have it over both of you. Peacefully falling asleep on each other .

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What's better than a super hot bubble bath? A super hot bubbly bath with your adorable devil.

I fully believe that Lucien loves those loaded baths, I'm talking those; huge bath, with extra bubbles, candles, roses petals, multi-color bath bombs, and whatever song you decide to have on loop this time. oh and the bath isn't the only thing loaded, you BOTH will take an everything bath, together.

Best part about it? the way he washes your hair for you. His demon claws scratching the right itches, while you were back-to-chest. All of it was amazing. He was an angel sent from hell.

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Logically speaking, you can't grab onto his horns while you ride, but you do think about to a lot and you're not the only one. He definitely thinks about too. So the best compromise to the little issue was to.....Wear mittens during the deed!

Sorry my lovely's, I got lazy today, but I will post tmrw asap.

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Auron:

He where's twin braids to sleep. Thats straight forward but it's true, he where's those two braids to sleep, and he haves You, do it for him. To be fair the reason why he where's them in the first place is because of You. At first You did the pig tails for fun but then You just started braiding for the fun of it, Auron was falling asleep in your lap peacefully and he was letting whatever happen happen with out complaint, for once.

From then and on, when You would come over after dinner plans or any excuse he had to take you out, You would do his hair in braids while he fell asleep.

He tried to do them himself but it's not the same. His braids always come undone, but he knew deep down he only made that excuse because he desperately wanted to You to do them, and only you.

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It's basic knowledge that Auron is into the gothic styles. His room being one of the stylistic structure. But one thing he will never forget about is the pure perfection he faced when you diced to dabble in the gothic style, dressing in Gothic Lolita.

He remembers every detail of the dress; the black dress puffy and decorated with black lace, and the came colored ruffles at the very end of the dress while starting at the top of it where it lined your chest perfectly. The shoes you wore on your feet was nothing short of perfect either, adorable black heels, with rose details, and even so those rose details had details of their own; matching lace creating the flower.

It was obvious he was dazzled when he saw you, after a long day of work earning such attire that he couldn't help himself but devour you in a close to matching set.

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Auron is into BDSM. Again, that is very straight forward but it's completely true. To be very exact he's into Roleplaying, Bondage, and spanking.

Of course he wouldn't ever want to hurt you but he's into fucking the shit out of you. And that's the shortest way I could put it...But an example would be when you had seriously fucked up with your work;

Oh, he do so much more than fuck you. He had you tied down to that desk as soon as everyone else had left and dicked you down the way he wanted. You hair in his grip, your attire pushed up and down, and gagged by his thick fingers in your mouth.