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Daniel’s in-universe book is published by Roman Weiss? Same as his own memoir???!!

Warning: fem reader, modern au, suggestive, mentions of Ly*us

Divider by: @melodiesirae

Word count: 583

Taglist: @milkhalo

Notes: OMG IM BLOOMING.

You had left in a rush that morning, desperate to pay your landlord the rent before he kicked you out. Lygus, who you were positive was the devil himself, was the worst landlord anyone could ask for. You can curse him later, what matters is that you paid your rent before he decided to jump you. Now your morning was perfect.

Well, besides the fact you left the front door open.

You stepped in and froze at the scene before you: couch over-turned, vase broken, your shelf looked like it was a sneeze away from falling over. And in the middle of it all? Your neighbor Phainon and his giant fluffy Samoyed Snowy. You stood in shock as you tried to process the chaos before you.

Phainon, still unaware of your arrival, was too busy wrestling Snowy off your couch before he tore it in half. When he managed to pull him off, Snowy ran towards you, sitting in-front of you like he demanded a treat for the chaos he managed to cause.

“Ah- (Name)…” Phainon said, slowly walking up to you, “Sorry, I was walking Snowy and he bolted in here the second he saw the door open…”

He looked like a kicked puppy, asking its owner for forgiveness, and Snowy suddenly did the same thing.

“It’s okay, I’m not ma-”

Phainon cut you off, straightening his back, “I’ll make it up, I promise! Let me clean up the mess.”

He left no room for retaliation, immediately cleaning up like his life depended on it. You sat down and watched him, Snowy helping him fix the chaos.

You had to admit, he was cute. But his biceps did not fit his personality. Well, who were you to complain? This was a free opportunity to stare at them, and who would pass up such an opportunity?

You stared as he began lifting the couch with one arm, the sweat on his arm glistening in the sun.

‘Oh to be the sweat..’ You thought, with no shame whatsoever.

Watching him move around the couch, you locked in on his arm, watching how they stretched and flexed, ‘I want him to put me in a headlock..’

Snowy, who saw where your eyes were looking, decided to do something that would probably make him sleep in the backyard.

He slowly prodded over to the chair you were sitting on, and bit off the leg, causing you to fall off.

You were snapped out of your trance as you fell off the chair, landing in Phainons lap.

Phainon stared at you for a second, before red painted his face as he helped you up.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry about that, I’ll make sure to ground Snowy later.” He exclaimed, glaring at Snowy who was wagging his tail in satisfaction.

Your mind, still processing what just happened, decided another fumble was okay, “Could you give me lockjaw with your thighs please?”

Oh how loud that silence was. You were mentally screaming at what you just said, Phainon froze at that, his neck turning tomato red to match his face. Even Snowy seemed to be suddenly focused on the piece of glass next to the table.

Phainon slowly got back to his senses, grabbed Snowy and dashed out of the front door. (You could swear you saw a bulk on his pants.) He shut the door, locked it, and turned to glare at Snowy who knew he wouldn’t be getting treats for a month after that.