#With all the sentiment put behind- onto the normal cheesy tags that no one cares about but the blog itself.

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Inevitable : AU Part 2

BrothersFriend!Shawn x Reader

Words: 3,531

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Smoking,

Description: When Jason left, he made Shawn (his best friend) promise to keep a watchful eye on Y/N. He swears that we will. Along with the help of Brian and Kyle, he keeps his promise. As Y/n gets older the dynamic of their relationship begins to change. Will they figure out what they mean to each other or will Shawn always see her as his best friend’s little sister?

A/N: Part 1 is in my masterlist in my Bio! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list! :) 

I prop the picture of me and Jason up on my nightstand. Laying back on my bed, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of my newfound freedom. My quiet moment was quickly ruined by two large men, body slamming me on my bed. I immediately started to push them away groaning as they stand from the bed, each of them examining a different area of my new room.

“Its cute. You like it?” Brian asks as he picks up the picture of Jason and I, smiling at it.

“I do. I really do. Thank you, guys, again,” I say quietly, knowing sentimental wasn’t quite their forte.

“How else would we keep an eye on you during your first year of college,” Kyle changes the subject, while he takes note of the girls standing beside me in one of my photos.

“I mean, if you’re gonna party… you should do it with us,” Brian confesses sitting down next to me. 

“Speaking of party, lets have one tonight to celebrate you moving in,” Kyle interrupts, taking the photo of me and my friends from its spot on the wall. He holds it up in front of my face, pointing to my friend Gabriella. “And can you please invite her?” He asks with a huge cheesy smile on his face. I quickly scoff and roll my eyes, snatching the photo from his hand and putting back into its place.

“She wouldn’t give you the time of day, Kyle,” I snorted, booping his nose as I did. He rolls his eyes overdramatically in response.

“For real though, party tonight?” He asks laying back in my bed.

“You down, y/n?” Brian asks, as smashes one of my pillows down onto Kyle’s face.

“Of course, I am. Let’s do it,” I smile at the mischievous boys, excited to become part of the mischief with them finally.

They immediately started texting their friends, the ones that were always down for a party. I invited some of my own friends, knowing Kyle would be grateful. I didn’t know how to dress for a house party, at my own house. I decided to dress super casual with skinny jeans, converse, and a white V-neck. I threw a buffalo printed plaid around my waist, so I didn’t look so bland. I decided to wear my hair natural, I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard because I wasn’t. I did light makeup with the same intentions. When I walked out to see what the boys were wearing, I rolled my eyes to see that they hadn’t even changed their clothes. I walked into the kitchen to find a huge keg sitting in the corner, my eyes widening because I didn’t think we would be going that big.

“A keg, really,” I chuckle asking out loud.

“Uhm, we always get a keg. We make people pay 10 dollars to drink from it,” Brian says using the keg to fill up his red Solo cup. I nod at him, glancing at the clock. 8:23 pm. I had so many questions I wanted to ask. This was my first real college party; I had no clue what to expect. I guess Brian could sense my nervousness because he handed me a cup of the bubbly yellow liquid, smirking as he did. I smiled back at him slowly taking a sip from the cup and gagging audibly. Brian immediately starts laughing at my reaction.

“You’ll get used to it,” He says patting my shoulder as he walks away as he hears a knock at the door. He goes to answer it and Shawn walks in raising his brows at me when he sees the red cup in my hand. I immediately winked and raised the glass up to him. He shook his head in disapproval, but with a smile on his face showing that he clearly wasn’t that upset about. He walked over to the couch and sat by Kyle. Pretty soon the entire house was full of people. Four of my friends had shown up, and they were just as nervous as I was. I followed Brian’s lead and handed them a cup of beer, it helped. We all talked quietly as we observed the people that came to the party. There was a group of people in the kitchen playing beer pong, they were loud and over dramatic. There were stoners in the corner of the living room passing a joint around, I guess the boys didn’t care because Kyle was currently taking a hit. I silently chuckled as my eyes panned and met with a pair of familiar whiskey colored ones. My heart started to speed up looking at the curly headed boy across the room. I bit my lip trying not to smile to hard, then his eyes were pulled from mine as he looked down at the annoying blonde wrapped around his waist. I visibly rolled my eyes and I didn’t care if he saw it or not. Jessica, or Jessie is what she had people call her. She was the human form of a soul sucking demon, also identified as Shawn’s girlfriend. I watched as she hung all over him and demanded attention from him, my stomach turning as she did. I couldn’t figure out why he liked her, she wasn’t the type of girl I imagined Shawn falling in love with. Although, I don’t think he loves her, I think he’s bored.  

“Y/n, stop staring,” Gabriella jabs me in the side, pulling me out of my rage induced trance. I take a deep breath grabbing her hand, and we quickly walk over to the keg filling our cups with more beer. Brian was right, I did get used to it.

“Gab, I just don’t get what he see’s in her. She’s needy and clingy, not to mention she’s a straight up Bitch…” I start to rant, noticing Gabriella’s eyes widen as she slowly starts to shake her head, signaling this was not the moment to be talking about this. I quickly turn around gasping when I realize Shawn was right behind me. He slowly takes his hand and brushes it over the redness on my cheeks.

“Getting a little drunk, hmm?” He asks sarcastically. His hand still on my face, making it hard for me to breath. I suddenly swat it away from me.

“Not drunk. Perfectly sober,” I say confidently, a loud hiccup following. Shawn just laughs at my attempt to be normal. He rubs the top of my head walking passed me and to the beer pong table were Brian was waiting for him to take place as his partner for the new round. I quickly turned back around to Gabriella.

“How much did he hear?!” I wailed, causing her to laugh.

“I don’t think he heard anything besides the end, and you could have been talking about anyone,” She says reaching up to fix the hair that Shawn messed up, calming my nerves instantly. I breathe a sigh of relief instantly searching around to see where everyone was around the crowded house. My other two friends were being entertained by a few of Kyle’s friends from the soccer team. Shawn and Brian were currently off to an impressive lead at the beer pong table, the smile on Shawn’s face was intoxicating. I had to smile back as I watched them play. Of course, I noticed how annoyed Jessica looked. She was picking at her nails completely unattached from everyone in the room. She was probably pissed because Shawn wasn’t giving her all of his attention. I sighed deeply trying not to be phased by the annoying girl, but it was inevitable. Next thing I know I’m being pulled to the beer pong table by Kyle.  

“You gotta play Pong to make it official. Me and you against Shawn and Bri,” He says as he lines the cups up in the perfect sequence, making sure each cup was touching. I looked up from my side of the table to see a cocky Shawn and Brian staring back at me.

“You’re not gonna take it easy on me, are you?” I ask crossing my arms, as the boys refill their cups.

Shawn walks over to me wrapping his arms around my shoulders and hugging me tight planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Do we ever?” He giggles smushing my cheeks in between his hands. I push him away giggling like a child, and I can’t help but notice how Shawn’s affection towards me has pissed off Princess Jessica. Kyle quickly explains the house rules of the game, and says I have to know them because this is my house now too. I nod and pretend to take it as serious as he is. 

We start playing and from the start Shawn and Brian are kicking our asses. I started to give up, until my beers and the shots of Fireball Gabriella had brought me started to kick in. My vision started to get fuzzier but for whatever reason, I started dominating the table. Effortlessly throwing the ball, hitting whatever cup I had my eye on. Kyle lifting me up by my waist, screaming and hollering the whole time. Everyone at the party started to watch the game, keeping a close eye on me. Its finally down to the last cup, Shawn and Brian have two left on our side. It was funny because your opponent isn’t usually as supportive as Shawn and Brian were being to me. The room got quiet, except for the loud music playing in the other room. I lined up my shot and sunk it in the first time. Shawn instantly rushing over to me and lifting me high into the air. Everyone in the room started to cheer me on and I instantly felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I looked around at all of the smiling faces reaching out for high fives. Among them, I couldn’t help but notice the pure hatred plastered on Jessica’s face. I had to laugh at how pitiful she chose to be, there was no way she was meant to be with Shawn. The second face that stood out to me, was a familiar blue-eyed boy from about a week ago. Sam was here, and he looked damn good. He was standing pretty far back in the crowd and his eyes were fixed on me. The Fireball coursing through my veins wanted to do two things. I wanted to hold on tight to the boy that was next to me. The boy that I knew so well. I also wanted to run over and tell Sam how attractive I thought he was. Before I knew it, I was being pulled through the crowded house by Gabriella. She opens the door to the patio, on the back porch, closing the door behind her.

“y/n, what the fuck was that about?” She worried, putting a hand on my shoulder. I inhaled deeply. The fresh air, unclouding my drunken brain. At the same time, it allowed me to realize how drunk I actually was. Everything was spinning.

“What do you mean? What was what about?” I stammer, as I lean over onto the balcony.

“Seriously? After you had won, Shawn picked you up and you were fine then when he set you down you just stared at him, and some other guy. For a really long time.” She starts to giggle, mostly because she’s never seen me this drunk.

I shake my head softly, starting to feel extremely sick. That’s when I feel it, the burning in my stomach. The familiar flipping and twisting, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. I took a deep breath and fumbled over to the corner of the yard. I barely made it before I was throwing up everything I had eaten that day, plus who knows how many Fireball shots and cups of beer. A hand on my back rubbing slowly, helping me breath normally. I turn to thank my friend, only to realize Shawn is the one helping me. A different pain in my stomach starting as soon as I look into his golden-brown eyes.

“You okay?” He whispers, knowing that everything is super sensitive right now.

“Mhmmm, fine and dandy.” I smile, trying to stand up, but needing to rely on him more than I wanted to. I hear him laugh quietly, he knows I’m far from fine or dandy. He starts to walk me back inside and to my room, I notice that a lot of the people had cleared out. There were still plenty of people, but the party had gotten a lot quieter. He walked me into my bedroom, untucking the covers as he sits me down on the bed. I couldn’t help but watch him as he did. I was still unsure of how he felt about doing all of this for me. So, me still having a bit of liquid courage, I asked him.

“Why are you helping me?” I mumble as I try to pull off my shoes. He shakes his head at my attempt and decides to take the task over for me.

“Because you’re drunk honey.” He says quietly, looking up and giving me a reassuring smile. His way of reassuring me because I think he’s annoyed.  

“No, no I mean why do you always help me? Not that I don’t like it but, I’m a big girl now and I don’t need you anymore, ya know?” I ramble trying to explain through drunken words that I want him to stop viewing me as a little sister.

“You don’t want me to help you anymore?” He asks curiously. He starts to poke through my drawers of clothes, finding my pajama drawer and pulling out a top and bottom.

“No, I like when you help me… but… I” Sober me is interfering with what I want to say. So, I just stutter like an idiot until he starts to speak over me.

“Its okay, I’m not going anywhere.” He says with a soft smile, kissing the spot between my eyes. He lingers a bit longer than he usually does. A cough from the doorway causes both of us to look. Jessica is standing there scowling at the two of us. Shawn audibly huffs and tells her he’ll be out in a second.

“Put these on,” He says patting the set of pajamas next to me, “Then Gabby is getting you water and Tylenol. Take that and get some sleep,” He says point at me, smiling at me as he exits my room.

 I stand up to take off my clothes, looking to my nightstand noticing something lighting up. Shawn had left his phone. I grab the phone and quickly head to find him. I scan over the faces in the kitchen, and in the living room. Brian notices me looking for someone, and I tell him I have Shawn’s phone. He tells me that he and Jessica just headed to the car. I rushed outside hoping to get to him before he left, as I’m getting ready to round the corner of the house, I hear my name being spoken. I pause trying to put a face to the voice. It was Jessica, she was pissed. What’s new.

“You’re always all over her,” She spits at him, I can hear the frustration in his sigh.

“I am not all over her, calm the fuck down,” He snapped at her. Just by his voice I could tell there was a lot going on in his head. I wanted to help.

“The fuck you aren’t! Everything is about her! ’I have to help her with this, I have to help her with that.’ I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with her,” She shouted at him. At this point I didn’t even feel like I was eavesdropping because she was yelling loud enough for everyone to hear. I hear him sigh; he’s annoyed but there’s a hint of another emotion behind it.

“Jess, I’ve told you so many times that if you would get to know my friends then it wouldn’t be like this. We fight every time we hang out with any of my friends. You just don’t understand our relationship,” He calmly explains, bringing his voice down to a normal tone, obvious that people could hear them.

“Your friends are fucking crazy. You know I can’t relate to them,” She scoffs, I bite the inside of my mouth wondering what he would respond with. Knowing that if he agreed with her, my heart would break.

“I don’t know what to tell you then,” He says exhausted, this isn’t the first time this argument has happened.

“Its just her,” she snarled, “I don’t like the way she looks at you.”

“It’s NOT negotiable. Drop it,” He says quickly shutting her down. She starts to say something else but quickly stops. I hear the shuffling of material as he pats himself down. Shit, his phone. I immediately start to pretend like I just ran out of the house with it, overdramatically looking around for him like I didn’t just hear their entire conversation.

“Shawn! You forgot your phone in my room.” I yell walking it towards him. He walks up to me taking it and thanking me. His face beat red, and not from the alcohol. I tilt my head, mouthing ‘You ok?’ to him already knowing that he’s far from it. His eyes widen and quickly flick to Jessica before he shakes his head slightly rolling his eyes while he deeply exhales. I press my lips in a fine line nodding, telling him I understand. I give him a hug and tell him to drive safe before heading back inside.

I shake the thoughts of everything I hear deciding to over analyze later, I was fucking thirsty. I head to the kitchen, to get a glass of water. There were still people smoking in the living room and playing video games. There were people in the kitchen finishing off the keg. As I’m standing by the fridge, pressing the lever for the water dispenser I feel someone come up beside me. At first, I think its Gabriella, until she says nothing. I quickly turn my head seeing Sam towering over me, looking down with his bright blue eyes. I gasp, slightly jumping back making my water spill out of my cup. He smiles down at me, making me blush.

“You’re clumsy, it’s cute,” He rasps, he quickly walks across the room to grab a towel. He gets back to me and starts to wipe the water that spilled over my arms and floor away.

“Uhm, thanks?” I giggle, leaning back against the fridge in my attempt to look unfazed.

“So, I’m pretty upset you didn’t move in with me, we would have been great roommates,” His eyes traveling down my body, as the sides of his mouth turn up.

“These guys are like my brothers, so they thought it was a better idea,” I giggle, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Mm, yeah I definitely wouldn’t be like a brother to you,” He winks, immediately sending shivers down my spine. He giggles at my reaction, as he reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.

“Put your number in there so I don’t have to email you,” He hands it to me, taking the water out of my hand so I can type. I laugh as I type my name in followed by the number. I hand it back to him; he hands me the water back.

“Did you have fun tonight,” I ask.

“I did, but I spend most of the night wanting to talk to you.”

I bite my lip apologizing to the gorgeous boy, explaining that I drank too much too quickly.

“Yeah, I went to help you outside but, Shawn, I think was his name, told me not to worry about it.”

Sam and I talk for a few more minutes, he couldn’t help but notice how exhausted I was getting. I was also pretty distracted, and I could tell he was picking up on that too. I told him goodnight, and finally got to bed. Changing into the pajamas that Shawn had pulled out for me, it was hard not to think about things from a different perspective tonight. I knew that Jessica was probably overreacting but maybe she wasn’t- did she have a reason to be pissed off? Then she said she didn’t like the way I looked at him, and he didn’t disagree or argue. Was I looking at him differently now? Obviously, things had changed. I wasn’t a 13-year-old with braces and pig tails anymore. I sit up in bed chugging my water, had my feelings changed for him? I quickly shook my head putting the thoughts aside. I loved Shawn, of course I did, I always have. I closed my eyes, pulling my duvet tight around my body. Telling myself over and over again that nothing had changed, but deep down knowing that was a lie. I was starting to love him in a different way, and that was terrifying. 

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#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes x reader

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Restrictions Apply (Captain Allen x Reader)

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE GRUMPY SWAT KING! 

Even when you’re pissed you’re so beautiful <3

Summary: You try to win over a certain SWAT captain on his birthday. Key word: try.

Tags: @stalericecake (CELEBRATION HELL YEAH) @connorshero @shorthawkes @heartsarecompatible @precursor-ao3

“I don’t care.”

His voice is dismissive and firm, and you’re a little peeved that he doesn’t even bother to look in your general direction but regardless, you press on.

“David,” you insist, just as stubborn but less composed. Eyebrows furrowed in obvious annoyance at your pestering, he finally lifts his head so you can clearly see the scowl on his face.

“There’s nothing to celebrate,” he states dryly and once again you have to remind yourself that you sort of love this asshole and no, you are not letting up.

“It’s your birthday.”

“And?”

“For fuck’s sake. Why can’t you let me do something nice for you for once?”

His lips twitch upwards as though he’s trying to stop himself from smiling. Sighing, he slumps forward, resting his elbows on the desk and rubbing a hand over his eyes. “I appreciate the sentiment, but if you want to do something nice for me, then maybe head back to your station and actually do some work, hmm?”

You only have so much patience.

With an irritated huff, you spin on your heel and march out of his office. If he wants to be a dick then fine. He can celebrate his birthday on his own.

It’s not like you care.

::

That’s a lie.

You care too much is the problem.

Captain Allen may be an asshole, sure, but with the job he has, he can’t afford to not be an asshole. A meek SWAT captain won’t really amount to much, and Allen is anything but meek.

Part of you wonders if you’re being too pushy, the last thing you want if you’re trying to woo the abrasive man. But if you back off, then he’ll once again spend his birthday alone like he has the past few years.

From what you understand, Allen has adopted a nihilistic mindset when it comes to birthdays; according to him, there’s no point celebrating them when he can very well die the next day, especially in his line of work. The thought of losing him causes you to shudder and leaves you twice as determined to finally make your move.

You don’t think you can go the rest of your life wondering what might have been, after all.

With that in mind, you square your shoulders and begin planning. There’s only half an hour left until you can go home, and you’ve pretty much finished all the work you need to for the day. You’ve already gathered the necessary information from some of the other SWAT operatives—Allen has a fondness for double chocolate cake, for one—and you’re certain that this birthday will be one to remember despite Allen’s insistence that it doesn’t matter.

He matters and you promise yourself to make that clear to him tomorrow.

::

Captain Allen is a practical man who only keeps the very essentials. Whereas most people’s offices are filled with small knick-knacks, Allen’s is almost completely devoid of any personal touch.

This makes figuring out what present to get him damn near impossible. What can you possibly gift a man who doesn’t already own everything that he needs?

Though you have no idea what to get him, you consider yourself pretty good friends with Allen. You’re on first-name basis with the man, which says an awful lot considering how professional he normally is. The two of you have also had some… interesting interactions every now and then at functions, but you blame that on the booze. Sober Allen has never approached you flirtingly, at any rate.

You’re really going out on a limb here. You can’t tell for certain if Allen is even interested in you in that way, but like you rationalized earlier, it’ll hurt more to leave these things unsaid.

If Allen rejects you, then that’s that. You’ll be embarrassed for a few days and the two of you will likely stop speaking to each other as often, but otherwise you’re not losing too much. Besides, you’re both perfectly grown adults; it’ll only be awkward if you make it so.

Alright, enough of that. You still don’t know what present to get him.

What do men like him even want?

Clothes? A fancy new pen? Expensive whiskey?

You have no fucking idea.

Vaguely, a tiny voice in your head suggests, you.

Maybe wear a lil’ somethin’-somethin’ underneath your uniform and surprise him in his office…?

Scoffing at that particular image, you mentally kick yourself.

Not only is that too fucking forward, he’s probably going to report you for misconduct the second you start stripping. No way in hell are you doing that.

Unless he’s into it, of course, but that’s not something you can tell since you don’t even know what he wants.

If you text him to ask, he’ll probably just tell you to fuck off and worry about yourself. You can’t be discreet either because there’s no way to subtly ask him about his interests the day before his damn birthday.

In all honesty, you blame yourself for not figuring out when his birthday is sooner.

Although, would knowing a few days beforehand truly help in this case?

Probably not.

::

The next morning, you arrive early to drop off some personalized birthday donuts that you called in the previous evening to have made. Since his office is locked, you leave the pink box in front of the door before heading back to Homicide. You don’t write a note mainly because you don’t want him coming after you quite yet, but a part of you fully expects him to figure it out anyway.

Donuts. Check.

You’ll pick up his birthday cake during your lunch break. You’ve already talked to the guys upstairs about singing to Allen, something they’re more than willing to do despite that risk of casualties involved.

As for his present…

Yes, alright, maybe a printed out gift voucher for one date with you may be a little cheesy. Most people usually give gift cards, and then there’s you, essentially offering Allen a coupon that he can only redeem from your sorry ass.

It’s just slightly embarrassing.

If anything, you should be relieved; it makes asking him out much easier because he can simply rip the voucher into pieces if he really hates the idea that much.

Will that be extremely humiliating?

Yeah, no shit.

But will it save you from having to actually hear him reject you?

Also yes.

In the midst of your daydreaming, you don’t notice the man of the hour approaching you until he kicks the bottom of your chair to get your attention. Eyes wide, you swivel in your seat and find him eyeing you suspiciously, a half-eaten donut in his hand.

“Was this you?” he asks impassively, and you hate how deadpan he sounds because it makes it all the more difficult to gauge his reaction. Feigning ignorance, you tilt your head slightly and blink at him.

“Was what me?”

“Don’t play stupid.”

“Captain, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smile innocently at him but he doesn’t it buy it one bit.

He shakes his head. “Of course you don’t.”

“Did you like them though?”

“Sure. So did everyone else.”

You grin and hold out your palm expectantly. “Well, aren’t you going to share?”

Allen smirks at you this time and you subconsciously swallow at the sight. He could very well be the death of you, if you let him. “All out, I’m afraid. But I’m sure you have a few more surprises left for me, eh?”

With that, he winks—yes, fucking winks—at you before sauntering away, leaving you flushed and more breathless than you care to admit.

::

Truthfully, this probably would have gone a whole lot smoother if you simply handed him the cake and left.

Instead, you insisted that everybody in the SWAT department sing to him, and through the loud cacophony of “Happy Birthday”, you wince at the death-glare he throws your way.

He refuses to blow out the candles, leaving you to do it before the wax can melt onto the icing. To your chagrin, he orders you to put the cake in the break room and scowls when you ask if he wants a piece.

All in all, you can safely say that there’s no way he’ll do anything with the voucher other than set it on fire.

Humiliated, you abandon the cake in the break room as instructed and practically sprint back to your department, taking Allen’s present with you.

You hide in the bathroom for a few minutes to compose yourself before somberly returning to your desk. You’re still shaking from the whole thing, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It’s a miracle you haven’t run into anybody; otherwise, they’ll probably have you sent home for looking like such a mess.

That December 2nd, you find yourself staring miserably at the red envelope on your desk, containing both a birthday card for the SWAT captain and that stupid voucher you were foolish enough to think he may want.

Groaning, you bury your face in your arms. Embarrassing doesn’t even do it justice at this point. Mortifying is close, but still doesn’t quite capture how much you fucking hate yourself right now.

You’re suddenly very aware of someone hovering over you and you lift your head just in time to see a hand grab the accursed card.

Startled, you let out a distressed, “Hey! That’s mine—” before realizing that Allen is standing right behind you once again.

He opens the envelope with ease, pulling out the card and paying no mind to the horror in your eyes as you watch him. “Actually, it’s mine.”

“You won’t even want what’s in there.”

Desperately, you try to yank the card from his grip but he’s quick and sidesteps you easily. He begins to walk away, probably to read the card in peace and away from your grabby hands, and you have no choice but to watch helplessly as he suddenly halts. You can see him remove the voucher from the card and turn it sideways to read the print, and hot-faced, you immediately drop back to your seat and face your desk.

You don’t think you can bear to see him laughing at your expense, no matter how prepared for rejection you insist you are.

It feels like minutes, though it’s only seconds, before he finally returns to you.

Pained, you rub your forehead, refusing to look at him. “Just leave it here and I’ll throw it away.”

He snorts. “Why, did it expire already?”

You don’t even know what to say at this point. There’s only so many blows your self-esteem can take. At your silence, Allen waves the voucher in front of your face.

“I want to cash this in today.”

If you hadn’t heard the words yourself, you probably would have assumed you were merely hallucinating from all the blood currently rushing to your face. Instead, you slowly turn to look at the man smirking down at you, your mind reeling.

“What?”

“After work.”

“Are… are you serious?”

For a split second, you see a flicker of worry flash in his eyes before he regains his composure and shrugs. “If you are.”

You gawk at him, mouth opening and closing like an alarmed fish. When Allen raises an eyebrow at you in question, you snap back to your senses and nod your head furiously.

“R-Right. Okay. I’ll, uh, see you after work?”

He smiles then, a genuine, pleased smile that you’ve never seen grace his face before. You fall harder, which you didn’t even think was humanly possible. “Sounds good.”

With a final grin, Captain Allen starts to walk off. However, he’s barely taken three steps when he feels a tug on his arm. Confused, he turns around, and you take this opportunity to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Dave,” you whisper in his ear. You pull away and almost laugh at the shocked expression on his bright-red face as he stares at you with something that one day, you’ll recognize as love.

#captain allen x reader #daddyallenturns24 #captain allen detroit #reader insert dbh #i had way too much fun with this fic lol #but it's the least i can do to celebrate daddy's bday #also i was bored #not a good combo #daddy allen #daddy allen unit #i made this coupon myself yall