FeyRhys + Roommates au
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Feyre mutters to herself as she jogs up the stairs in search of Mor.
She gently knocks on Mor’s door and when there’s no answer, she opens the door slowly and discovers that Mor’s not home.
“Fuck,” she mumbles again, turning to head back down the stairs.
“You okay?” Rhys calls as he opens his door on the other side of the landing.
“Um, just looking for Mor, but she’s not in,” Feyre explains.
“Yeah, they’ve all gone out drinking, so she won’t be back for a while,” Rhys says.
“Oh,” Feyre says, her face falling.
“Can I help?” he asks.
“It’s just…” Feyre looks down at her feet as she tries to find the words. “My ex texted and I thought I’d blocked his number and he’s a r eally bad guy and it’s just…”
“You could use a distraction?” Rhys offers.
Feyre gently nods. “Unless you’re busy?”
“Never too busy to help out a friend. I have an idea. Meet in the living room in 5, and bring a blanket.”
Feyre laughs as he dives back into his room, but she does what he says; she rummages in her room and picks out the fluffiest blanket she owns before heading into the living room. She hears him rush into the kitchen, so she sits down and waits.
Moments later, he pops his head round the door and asks, “Salted or sweet poporn?”
“Both?” she asks.
“Both it is,” he replies with a grin.
It’s another couple of minutes before he reappears. This time, he’s armed with two bowls of popcorn and an armful of DVDs. He puts the popcorn down on the coffee table and then goes to the TV.
“Wh at are we watching?” she asks.
“Cheesy 80s movies. First up, Pretty in Pink,” he says as the screen loads the movie.
“With Molly Ringwald? I’ve never seen it.”
Rhys lets out an exaggerated gasp as he drops onto the sofa next to her and starts unfolding her blanket.
“Prepare to be blown away,” he says as he covers them both with the blanket and the movie starts.