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Old Habits Die Hard Part 16 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: After you visit Chicago, you understand just how hectic your life is about to become. And Bradley finally gets a very important piece of mail. There are things you want to say to him, but you don't know how.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley helped you pack your bag and sat with you while you waited for your ride.

"I wish I could come with you. But I guess I'll have to wait to see Chicago when I visit you in the fall," he whispered, kissing your neck and holding you.

You were going to check out your new school for a long weekend since you'd be moving to Illinois next month. You were kind of terrified to go alone, but you needed to meet your advisor and look at your course of study. If you had the money, you'd take Bradley with you, but it really wasn't an option.

"I'll scope out the city and see what looks fun," you told him, running your fingers through his soft hair.

"Don't do the fun stuff without me though," he murmured. "Promise me, Sugar. Promise me you won't visit that big, silver bean. It looks dumb as hell, but I really want to see it."

You laughed against him and nodded your head in the crook of his neck. "I promise."

"And no deep dish pizza either."

You gasped and pulled away from him. "Now that's where I draw the line, Beer Boy."

Bradley laughed and pushed your hair away from your face. "I'll miss you." His face was so earnest, you had no doubt that he would.

"I'll call you as soon as I land. Behave without me this weekend."

"I will," he whispered against your lips. "I'll be thinking about you the whole time." You dipped your tongue into his mouth and eased yourself further onto his lap, and just when you started to get cozy, your phone alerted you that your ride had arrived.

He walked you down to the street and kissed you one last time before you got in the car to leave. The urge to make some big proclamation about your feelings was filling you up inside, but you had to tamp it back down. Your feelings were honestly scaring you a bit since Tyson's birthday party. Nothing was making much sense to you now, and you needed to keep in mind that you wouldn't be seeing Bradley on a daily basis starting next month. The idea of it felt like too much weight to carry around with you as he stroked your neck with his fingers and told you he'd miss you so much.

You watched the Virginia countryside in the morning light, and when you landed in Chicago, the juxtaposition of continuous urban sprawl was alarming. You figured you would get used to it in time, but the sheer volume of traffic and city noise started to give you a headache almost immediately.

You managed to get a taxi to your hotel, and you quickly changed to meet with your advisor. Sometimes you wished you had a closer relationship with your parents so you had someone to rely on. It made you want to put all of your trust in Bradley, and you wanted to be the person he could trust with anything. But you'd only known each other for a few months.

But you texted him anyway. You snapped a picture as you rode past 'the bean' and promised him you weren't going without him. You texted him photos of the school campus as you walked along, searching for your advisor's office.

When you found her spacious workspace, she jumped up and introduced herself to you. "I can't tell you how happy we are to have you joining us for the fall semester. Have a seat. And please call me Carmen."

"Thanks, Carmen. I just got lost walking through the campus, but it looks amazing here."

She just smiled at you and promised to take you on a tour tomorrow morning. "Now, I want to give you a brief overview of what will be expected, and then we can select your first semester classes later this weekend. However, I must say, I am so impressed with your undergraduate studies. I've spoken extensively about you with your advisor from UVA, and he assures me that we couldn't have picked a finer PhD candidate to add to our program. So welcome, once again."

You weren't used to hearing such high praise about yourself, and you felt a little uncomfortable in the leather seat. What if they had all actually made a huge mistake? What if you couldn't hack it? You'd be sleeping in the park under the bean, calling Bradley to come out to Chicago and rescue you.

"Wow," you managed to say with a soft laugh. "I guess the pressure is on then."

When Carmen nodded with a very serious look on her face, all pretense of teasing on your part vanished.

"It's going to be intense if you want to graduate in four years. And that's one of the things that will be required for you to keep your scholarship. You'll need to maintain a high GPA as well, so you'll be spending a lot of time in the labs and working closely with me."

You pressed your lips together. "It doesn't sound like I'll have much time for a personal life."

Carmen laughed and shrugged. "That's probably true. But when you finish your schooling in just an additional four years, you'll have your pick of careers. You told me in an email that you wanted to be a college professor someday? Well, after we're done with you, I can almost guarantee you'll be able to work anywhere you want to."

You let that sink in for a few minutes while Carmen told you more about the graduate dorms and your monetary compensation.

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Bradley spent all day Friday in the study room, bored out of his mind and missing your body perched on his lap. He read his final novel for his English class, and he would have no problem finishing his final paper this weekend. His economics class was so easy, it was boring, and he'd already finished reading his political science textbook.

He'd started counting down the days until graduation. He was ready to move on, simply dying to hear back about flight training. Then he would be able to make some decisions, because at the moment, he was feeling so lost. He was happy for you though. You knew exactly what you wanted, and you were going to get it. He just hoped he would be that lucky this time.

When his phone went off with texts from you, he scrolled through the photos you sent him, stopping on a selfie of you smiling in front of a fountain. He set it as his background. Then he texted you back.

Dev was sorting the mail when Bradley got back to the Beta house, and the rest of the guys were getting ready for the weekend parties. "Here," Dev told him, tossing a thick envelope to Bradley when he walked past.

"Thanks, man," Bradley replied, expecting it to be the annual information on his mom's life insurance policy. But when he turned it over in his hands and saw the US Navy emblem on the front, he nearly tripped on the stairs. He took the remaining steps two at a time and locked himself in his room.

With shaky hands, Bradley tore into the envelope and sat down hard at his desk.

"Welcome to officer training and the Naval Aviation Academy," he read out loud to himself, and Bradley could see the tears clouding his vision before he could feel them.

He set the letter down on his desk and cradled his face in his hands and just cried. This was the thing he had wanted for so long, and this time he wasn't going to let anyone take it away from him.

Bradley wiped away his tears and let himself smile. His grades had improved so much, especially since he had a 4.0 so far for his senior year. In some sick, twisted way, he thought he had Chase to thank for this, because Bradley wasn't sure he would have been able to find the motivation to drink less and study more on his own.

He wanted to text you right away. He also wanted to tell Hannah. But he would wait until you came back on Sunday night before he said anything.

So he read through every bit of information twice and sent an email to the officer listed as his contact person for housing inquiries. As soon as he gave up his room here, he'd have absolutely nowhere to go otherwise. He also asked about guest accommodations, so he would have a good idea about what he should tell you for when you came to visit him.

His schedule looked absolutely wild. In his first year, he'd be in Rhode Island, Florida, Texas, and then California. And now he was hoping he'd have time to see you in Chicago.

So Bradley partied a bit all weekend, silently celebrating his acceptance letter. He avoided the hard liquor and the mob of girls asking him what happened to his girlfriend. You'd be back soon enough, and he couldn't wait to show you his letter.

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Your campus tour and lunch with the head of the math department went smoothly. Then you picked out which dorm you'd be moving into, with the option of coming early in May to get a jumpstart on your classes. Then you sat down with Carmen again to select your schedule for the fall semester and see which textbooks you would need to acquire.

You'd be learning about things you never even dreamed of at UVA. And you'd be working with some of the most intelligent and well studied people in the field. It was a lot for you to absorb.

When you flew back to Virginia on Sunday, you were so antsy, you couldn't sit still. When you landed you texted Bradley and told him you were going to get a ride directly to the Beta house, he said he'd be waiting for you.

And he was. You saw him sitting on the porch when your ride dropped you off, and he walked down to get your bag and pull you into a tight hug.

"I missed you, Sugar." He scooped you into a hug as the car pulled away, and you let him hold you until you were sliding out of his arms. "How much did you love Chicago?"

You kissed him softly and then nodded. "It was kind of a shock to the system, but...yeah, I think it will be good."

You just inhaled his scent for a few moments while he rubbed your back and asked you for some details. Then it struck you; if you missed each other this much after just a few days apart, how were you going to date each other in two different time zones? You held onto him tighter and kissed the scars on his neck.

"Can I show you something? Up in my room?" he asked softly.

You huffed out a laugh. "I would certainly hope you'd wait until we got to your room for that, Beer Boy."

He rolled his eyes and picked up your bag. "That's not what I was talking about, and you know it. But...yeah, I can show you that, too."

You laughed as Bradley chased you up the stairs, and you opened his door, running your fingers along your phone number as you went inside.

"What do you want to show me?" you asked between kisses. Because now that you had him alone, you needed to touch all of him. His fingers dug into your hair, a little rough along your scalp as he pulled your body against his.

"I want you to read something," he told you, guiding you backwards until you were sitting at his desk. He pointed to an envelope that looked like it had been opened very hastily, and he kissed your neck as you reached for it.

"Bradley," you gasped when you saw the return address.

You spun around to face him, but he just nodded and said, "Go on, read it."

As quickly as you could manage, you pulled everything out of the envelope and started to read. You made it through two lines before you were out of your seat and climbing Bradley like he was a tree.

"Oh my god, Bradley! You did it!" You were kissing him all over his face while he held onto you. At first you thought he was crying, but then you realized your lips were met with your own salty tears. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Sugar," he whispered against your lips. "I got the letter on Friday, and I've been dying to tell you in person. And now you're the first one I told."

"You could have told me during one of our dozen phone calls, Bradley!"

He just shook his head and climbed on top of you on his bed. "It's not the same."

"What are we going to do when phone calls are all we have?" you asked him softly. But Bradley just shook his head.

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He didn't want to think about that yet. He didn't want to think about any of it at all.

"We'll figure it out," he promised. Your hair was spread out across his pillow, and you were looking up at him like you trusted him with everything. Graduation was so close now, and both of you knew where you were headed next. But none of that mattered, because you'd still have each other.

"I trust you, too, Sugar," he told you, even though you hadn't said anything. "You're so smart. You always know what to do. I trust you."

Your hands were in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. "I knew you'd get in," you told him. "I never doubted you for a moment."

Bradley smiled as you kissed him. "You're the only one who feels that way about me."

"Lucky me," you whispered, wiping a stray tear from your cheek before you started to pull his shirt off. Nothing you did felt rushed, and even though you were pinned underneath him, Bradley knew you were the one in control.

He basked in the feel of your hands on his bare skin and your soft body beneath him. You had changed him so much; or rather, he had changed because of you. He had known he wanted to be better, but he really did it for you as much as himself.

"Sugar." Your lips were on his shoulder, gliding across his skin, leaving a trail of not quite kisses as you reached for the front of his jeans.

He wished he could make you cum a million times tonight. He wanted to watch every inch of you as you got off on him, because soon he would have to go long stretches without you.

He stripped your clothing off as well, and you were already wet and moaning when he dipped his fingers down along your pussy.

"Beer Boy!" you whined. "I need you."

He needed you more. Once he had rolled a condom into place, he rolled onto his back and guided you on top of him. He was hard and ready for you, but he watched the look on your face as you straddled his abs and let your forehead rest against his.

"I need you." You whispered it this time as his fingers gently memorized the curve of your hips. Then you eased yourself down his body and guided him inside you with a soft hiss.

Eyes slightly out of focus, you moved above him, the bump of your thighs against his body just perfect. Bradley was mesmerized, just like he always was when he was with you like this. He let his fingertips trail up along your ribs and across your tattoo and you gasped for him.

"So perfect," he said, and you kissed him hard while you rode him. You tasted his lips and his teeth and moved with a rhythm that had him close to the edge.

He guided his fingers to the space between his body and yours where you could rub yourself against him. And then you were crying out into his mouth as your pussy squeezed his cock, and he came too.

"So perfect," he repeated into your hair as you buried your face against his neck.

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You changed into Bradley's tie dye shirt and sat on his floor sharing a pizza with him.

"What's your dormitory going to be like?" he asked, folding a slice in half and taking a huge bite.

"It's in this ancient building with insanely intricate architecture. I picked it because it looked fun, which I'm sure wasn't the best decision," you said with a laugh as he finished the piece of pizza. "But the best part? It's all mine. No roommate!"

Bradley grinned. "That'll be nice for when I come to visit."

You smiled. "It's a long walk to the bean, but if the weather's good, it's doable. And there's literally deep dish pizza on every street. Jealous yet? Are you still sure you want to go to Rhode Island?"

Bradley leaned across the pizza box and placed the softest, sweetest kiss on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you smiled. "If there was any option for me to be closer to Chicago, I would have taken it, Sugar. Promise."

You just looked at him, longing for him to understand how you felt inside, but you were way too afraid to say anything to him. You were in love with him, and it was eating away at you. There was no way you could tell him. Not when you were graduating and leaving so soon. It would have to wait. Maybe there would be a better time later. But not now.

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ppersonna · 3 years

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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all

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Trouble: Chapter 2

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue Chapter 1

Rating: M

Words: 3K

Warnings: Basic witch stuff, angst, mentions of child birth, mentions of near death

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N: Tarot, wicca, and crystal information is very secondhand if you see any inaccuracies, no you don’t. If you are a witch tho and want to help and be nice to me enter my ask box please, I’m annoying my friend too much.

Chapter 2: God, don't let me lose my mind

The deeper into autumn you got the more busy the shop was.

Halloween was a big money grabber for your shop. People loved to come to the shop around that time because your shop offered such ‘spooky’ feel, as the hipster who came in that morning would say. You hated that. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays simply because the veil between the natural and supernatural was so thin it was the best time for spells and charms but what you didn’t like was people and baby witches asking you about certain spells or how to commune with spirits just so they can do something “extra spooky” for whatever parties they were having for the season. Consultations were such easy money though so you’d never turn them away but your answer was always the same, that Spirits are not toys and that if they are going to invite them it better be serious and for the right intentions otherwise they might not leave.

Despite it being your favorite season, It didn’t make you less annoyed.

“If I have to make another Pumpkin flavored whatever and tell a sorority girl not to invoke a demon in her house, I’m going to scream.” Silena says to you as you enter the shop, Artemis in tow. Your sitter had to take an exam so you had to watch her for the first 2 hours of your shift. Artie, knowing the drill by now, tries to crawl up to the bar stool. You watch her for a second, smiling her little legs before taking pity on her and hoisting her up. She immediately pulls a coloring book and crayons out her bag, before working diligently in silence. You kiss her temple before walking behind the counter, tying your apron on.

“You had another consultation today?” You asked.

“Pfft, it wasn’t even that. She asked me while ordering her coffee, though I should’ve charged her for that dumbass question.” You look at her pointed, nodding your head towards your child who repeats everything. Silly winces “Sorry, but still. If this is how halloween is going to be, you’re probably going to have to do some balancing spells.”

You rolled your eyes. “Exactly what I need, more work.”

“What’s a dumbass?” Artie pipes up from her perch on the stool.

“Something you are not and shouldn’t repeat unless you want your mom mad at me.” Silly says, reaching across the counter to ruffle her hair.

The doorbell of the shop rings and the very man who’s occupied your mind these past couple of months steps in. Aaron Hotchner was one of your favorite customers despite not talking very much, he’d make small talk while you made his order which you found yourself doing slower than it would normally take you, just to get a little bit more of his time, he’d leave a tip in the jar and be on his way always leaving you with a small smile that you always immediately returned with a wide one. You tried to stop yourself from getting attached but here you were, an adult woman who had a crush on a customer who probably didn’t think about you when he left the shop.

You’d never seen him on a weekend though and frankly you didn’t know if you could handle seeing him like this again, he wore dark blue jeans, a black belt and a black t-shirt that fit a little too well over his broad chest you couldn’t help but staring at his arms that you’d never seen on display like this. You knew for a fact(well you hoped at least) he’d have no issue picking you up or pinning you down.

Now’s not the time, y/n… you think.

“Hey, you.” You greet, flirtatiously. You’ve been trying not to flirt with him, you really were but sometimes you couldn’t help it. It was your personality. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here. On a weekend, no less.”

“Yea, decided to stop for coffee before heading to my sister in law’s. Can I have my usual and an Americano for her?” He asks

“You got it.” You wink before starting to work. Silly gives you a knowing look which you brush off. Hotch takes a seat at the bar a few seats away from your daughter who looks up at him.

“Hi!” She says excitedly. “I’m Artie.”

“Hi Artie, I’m Aaron.” He looks around. “Are your parents around?” You look up. You’d forgotten to mention you had a kid to Hotch, which would probably explain his confusion of a random child sitting alone.

“My mama’s right there, silly.” She laughs. “Mama?” She says you look up automatically from the milk you’re frothing.

“Yes, bean?” You say.

“Can I have a brownie?”

“Well, I don’t know. Did you finish the addition tables I asked you to do?” She shakes her head at you. “Well, how about you do that then we’ll see if it’s brownie time, deal?” She nods, fast while pulling her math homework out of her bag. Hotch watches the interaction confused but with a slight smile.

“I didn’t know you had a kid.” He says

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Gus.” You say, calling him by the nickname you affectionately gave him your first meeting. “But yes I do, that’s Artemis.”

He nods, knowingly. “How old?”

“Well, I don’t know. How old are you, bean?” You say.

“I’m six!” She says, holding up 5 fingers, you grab her other hand to extend her other index finger too so the number was actually 6.

“Really? You’re not 16 yet?” Silly asks, ruffling her hair. “I thought you were driving us home tonight?”

Artie shakes her head. “Mama says I can’t drive yet.”

“Between you and me kid, your mama shouldn’t be on the road either.” You swat at her.

Aaron gives a small chuckle at the display in front of him. But he has to ask the burning question in his head. “Her dad—“

“Not in the picture.” You cut off. “Like not even in the same gallery.”

Hotch nods understandably as you put his drinks in the carrier for him. He looks at you confused when you add a 3rd cup.

“Hot chocolate.” You say. “For your son. I imagine that’s where you’re going. To pick him up from your sister?”

“How did you know I had a son?” He asks.

“Oh, I just used one of my witchy spells to find out information on you.” You say jokingly, but he looks at you with mild horror. “I’m kidding, Spencer told me.”

He nods. “Thank you, y/n.”

“No problem, come back to see me?”

“Always.” He says, offering you a small secret smile before leaving. You can’t help the dreamy look you give his retreating back.

“Are you coming back to earth anytime soon?” Sil says, shaking her head. “You got it bad, kid.”

“Pfft, no I don’t.” You say turning to clean up the mess you just made.

“I don’t understand why you just won’t ask him out.”

“He’s healing, Sil.” You say, shrugging. “And I don’t want to push him into something he’s obviously not ready for.”

Not to mention you also didn’t think you were ready for it.

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On Halloween day, you get a visit from one of your favorite customers

“Pennywise!” You say to chipper blonde women who strolled in she was wearing a orange and black dress with little jack-O-lantern earrings that you had gotten her the beginning of month. You move your hair back to show her the Ouija board pointer earrings she had gotten you in return. Penelope Garcia couldn’t just accept a gift without giving one in return.

“Hey Y/N, how are you this ole hallow’s eve?”

“It’s Halloween and a full moon tonight.” You say excitedly. “It’s like witch Christmas.”

“I don’t know about that but I am happy for you. Can I have a pumpkin spice latte and since I’m such a good friend an Americano with extra sugar for the good doctor?” She asks.

“You got it, Pen.” You say before starting her order. “Heading into work now?”

“Sure am! Hopefully there’s not a gruesome murder so I’ll be able to spend my Halloween having fun.” Penelope says. “You got any plans?”

“Other than taking Artie Trick or Treating and charging some crystals in the full moon, no.”

“Come on, no wild parties? no hexing beautiful men into falling in love with you?” Penny asks. You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Man, maybe the life of a witch was more exciting in my head.”

“Yea, you did.” You laugh. “I’m basically just a cool rock collector plus love spells, so not my thing.”

“So there’s such a thing?”

“Yea there’s love spells. I don’t believe in using them. I think love itself is it’s own powerful being. It shouldn’t be manipulated with, if someone was meant to love me they would.”

“Speaking of love and love spells…” Silena pipes up from the display case she was loading pastries she just made into. “Penelope, how’s your boss?” You glare over at her.

“Hotch?” Penny asks looking between the two of you before smirking at you. “Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t.” You say at the same time as Silena says. “She has a Texas sized crush on him.”

Garcia practically squeals at that. “Let me set you up please.”

“No, Penny.” You say, immediately

“Why not?” Her and Silly say at the same time.

“Because… I don’t know didn’t his wife just die months ago, it’s hardly appropriate for me to try swoop in.”

“Ex-wife. They were already long divorced before she died.” Penelope adds

“Still! It’s not appropriate.” You say.

“So what? You’re just going to keep making him free coffee until he realizes you're into him?”

“Yup” you say adding the 3rd cup to Garcia’s carrier. “Give that to Grumpy for me please.” Garcia opens her mouth to say something but you just hold up your hand cutting her off

“Fine.” She says, grabbing the carrier. “Only because I have to go to work though, this conversation isn’t over.”

“Yes it is.” You call after her.

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You were back in the shop. Artie was tuckered out after a long night of trick or treating and crashing from her sugar high so you decided to charge some of your crystals and do some balancing spells, knowing for a fact a lot of teenagers did stupid shit to upset the balance.

As you were lighting the candles and incense, you heard a knock at the door. You were long closed so who could possibly need something right now? You look out the window and Aaron is standing there. You’re confused but you let him in anyway.

“Hey Grumpy, what’re you doing here?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were closed, I guess I’ve never been here at night. I’ll go. I'm sorry for bothering you.” He says turns to go but you grab his arm to stop him.

“Gus… it’s almost midnight, no business is open. You’re here because there’s obviously something upsetting you so I’m not just going to let you leave.” You all but push him into barstool. “Now like I said it’s almost midnight so there is something important I need to do so if you’ll sit tight for like 2 minutes, I’ll make us coffee.”

Hotch obliges, sitting silently watching you as you lit some candles on the altar you kept in the shop. You placed the honey cake you had made earlier in the day on the altar before whispering.

“Thank you to the patron, Artemis, Great goddess of Moon and Magic. Mistress of deer and owl. Be thou my guide and Inspiration. Teach me Thy mysteries and lead me in thy ways.” You stand and turn back to Hotch who is watching you intensely. “Sorry about that, midnight is her favorite time. Coffee?” You ask, He nods as you move behind the counter.

“Can I ask what it is you just did?” Hotch ask.

“That?” He nods. “It’s a full moon so since Artemis is my patron goddess, it’s best to leave a sacrifice to stay in her favor.” You shrug. He looks at you like you're crazy but you're used to that look. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s no different then some catholic practices. In fact, Christians often stole from pagan practices, and only one is just considered ‘taboo’ now.”

“Is that why you named your child Artemis, because she’s your Patron?” He asks.

“Actually, Artemis is my Patron because of Artie.” You say, he looks at you as if asking you to continue. “I wasn’t always like this.” You say gesturing to yourself and the shop. “My parents are pastors and for a long time I was this faith devout christian girl. But I got pregnant out of wedlock, my parents disowned me and I was looking for something to turn to. I met Silena and she introduced me to Wicca, and said whoever my Patron was through meditation and study, They’ll reveal themselves to me. So I went months, meditating daily, and still nothing was working. Then I went into labor, and everything was going wrong. I thought, this was my punishment from god for not only getting pregnant without marriage but turning to witchcraft. I had to have an emergency C-section. And when I was on the operating table, I almost died, Artie almost died. I started to see these images of deer and boar running through the forest. And finally when I came back to, and I could hear my baby crying, the first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the full moon out the window.” You sigh, sliding a cup to Hotch before moving from behind the counter to take a seat next to him. “That’s when I realized the goddess had saved me and my child. And while Artemis prefers virgin patronage, and that ship had long sailed past back then. I figured naming my child after her was the next best thing.”

“That’s a beautiful story, Y/N.” He says, looking at you sincerely.

“Thank you, and since you’re not running for the hills, why don’t you tell me why you really knocked at my door at midnight.”

“It’s just…” He starts, clearing his throat. “Tonight was the first ‘major’ holiday without Haley. And I tried to take Jack’s mind off it, make it fun but it was like this looming weight above us. That it wasn’t the same without her and that it never would be. And I was upset and just wanted to take a walk but I guess my feet carried me here.” He shrugged.

“Well I’m glad you’re here grumpy. And you’re healing you need to give yourself time--”

“I don’t have time!” He snaps. You flinch back a bit, having never heard his raised voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-I don’t have time to heal. I have to be there for Jack.”

“Who’s there for you, Aaron?” You ask. He looks at you confused. You hardly ever call him by his name. It's either grumpy or gus or a combination of the two. Never by his actual name, he hated how much he liked how it sounded coming from your lips. “Do you know what a rock tumbler is?” you ask, he shakes his head confused where you’re going with this. You run behind the counter to retrieve the box you had dug through the very first night you met.

“Well a rock tumbler is a device you put rocks into. Rocks that have eroded, rocks that have trekked the earth, rocks that have been to hell and back. And what you do is you put them in this device with a little bit of water and you wait. Days, weeks, months all the while this device is just spinning, you don’t see what’s happening on the inside but after a while, when the time is right, you get these beautiful lustrous stones.” You say, showing him the box. “Healing is the same way, others don’t see you working. But in the end, they’ll see the result. And you’ll feel the result too. But if you don’t take that step you don’t end up with gems like these. You just end up with an eroded dingy rock.” You look up at Hotch and he’s tearing up slightly. Your heart melts. “Do you want a hug?” you say.

“You don’t have to--”

You cut him off. “No one on earth gives hugs because they have to. I want to give you a hug if you want one. So do you want a hug?”

He nods, fastly. So you stand, he follows suit and allows you to pull him down into a full embrace. Your arms around his neck and shoulders, he envelopes you fully into his torso, arms tight around your waist. You sigh, content. Before shaking yourself out of it. This wasn’t about you. No matter how right it felt.

After a minute or so you break apart. You look him in the eyes and he’s staring back at you in what feels like admiration. You clear your throat. “Can I give you something?” you ask.

“Is it another crystal?” He asked back.

“Yes, it is.” You rummage through the box before pulling out the one you needed. “This is Aragonite, it’s good for healing old wounds and building emotional strength. Now I can gift you this but you have to activate it yourself. Even if you don’t believe it, I feel like it’s good words to hear yourself say anyway.” You grab his left hand, sliding the crystal into it. He looks into your eyes. “Now say, I release past wounds and embrace resilience.”

Hotch sighs. “I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” He then slides the stone in his pocket. Before grabbing your hand again. “Thank you, Y/N”

“Anytime, Grumpy.” You say.

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bibliocratic · 4 years

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gift-giving redux, jonmartin

featuring secret hipster Martin and ever so charmed Jon.

In the early days, when this was a more bird-boned, tentative, arms-length dance of a thing, Jon used to wonder if Peter Lukas was right about not knowing. If that mattered. And then, course, the world ended and then didn't, there was Scotland and another hundred moments in between, and now Jon savours the unfolding of these small knowledges, the evolution of his carefully and precisely filed collection of things he now has the time and privilege to learn.

The newest of his Martin facts; that Martin – when not making manipulative gambit allegiances with morally chaotic fear avatars, or being menaced by a roster of pan-dimensional horrors – is in his own way, kind of particular.

Jon should have known, really. With the retro sensibilities and the lo-fi charm.

Jon wakes up one morning, cushioned in a pudgy over-big duvet, blinking and grunting into awakeness, to find a cup of tea being held out to him. Martin getting back into bed from the cold, touching his chilled feet against Jon's leg. The mug is a kiln-fired handmade effort, and Martin had explained the process to him while he'd ummed and ahhed over buying a set at a two-day crafts market they'd had to drive fifty minutes to get to.

(Martin had bought the set in the end, when Jon had encouraged him to. In its new home in the cupboard, it clashes horribly with Jon's basic set of one-colour cups and plates and bowls he got from Ikea back in the late 2000's, but Jon likes seeing them there, nestled in next to his own things.)

When the tea cools down enough for him to sip, Jon makes an interested noise.

“What's this?” he asks Martin, who is sitting next to him in bed, pillows squashed and propping him up behind his back. “It's new.”

Martin's put on his reading glasses, and he's flicking idly through the local events pages. (Martin, it has turned out, likes to do things at the weekend. Jon has the sinking feeling that Martin has been suggesting ideas to him and he's just been just humming his agreement, not really awake or listening in his morning-fuzzy, bleary way.)

“It's a loose-tea blend. Kind of a smoky flavour. You like it?”

“Hmm,” Jon replies, deliberately non-partisan, because he's not sold on the taste. He gives it another sip gingerly. “Have we run out of tea bags?”

Jon, contrary to popular belief – I'm not that incapable, Martin! - does make his own tea. He's been buying the same brand for years, the Yorkshire Tea stuff his grandma always used to get, leaving the bag in until it was black and weighty with the taste – Christ, boss, you could stand a spoon up in that, Tim had used to say – before adding milk and sugar.

At the mention of teabags, Martin tries not to look sniffy. He really does. But Jon catches one pained flash of distaste, tamped down by Martin's natural desire to see the best in people. It's the same expression he made when he looked in Jon's cupboards and found the off-brand Red Bull knockoff. The multiple flavours of Pot Noodle and Tesco's own brand tinned soups and baked beans.

Jon feels a wide smile begin on his face (still so rare, still hard-won, but Martin teases them out of him with the smallest things these days).

“You hipster!” he says with delight, secretly pleased he's found something he can tease Martin about. “Have you thrown out my teabags just to make a point?”

“I'm not!” Martin exclaims, rather confidently for a man who owns suspenders. “They're at the back of the cupboard. I just think you deserve better than the wood shavings they put in those things.”

Jon's happiness doesn't abate, and the teasing goes on for some time – is this stage one then? Am I going to come home one day and you've chucked out all my pastas / Those pot noodles have the nutritional content of dog food Jon, I wouldn't choose this as your hill to die on – until Martin stops his mouth with first, a kiss, and then a proposed visit to a local history museum, which they spiritedly argue about at length, enjoying the give and take of the heatless discussion.

Martin had thought that was the end of it.

Until Jon comes home one day, and he's bought Martin a new tea-pot, one of those fancy glass ones with an infuser inside. He doesn't say anything, just leaves it on the side by Martin's growing hoard of tea canisters for him to find.

“Thought you'd like it,” is all he says when Martin asks.

It doesn't stop there. A notebook from one of those alley-way odds-and-sods shops, still bearing a little fairtrade sticker, a striking design of interlocking triangles – If you need one, you know, you've been saying you wanted to get back into your poetry. They take a stroll down Camden Market one weekday and Martin loses Jon for a second, and it turns out he's snuck into one of those faux retro, tragically hip clothes shops, and has purchased a quirky pair of socks bearing breakfast foods with smily faces. Martin makes one comment once about how he quite likes novelty cufflinks, and now he owns three of them, each just appearing in his bedside drawer.

Jon always just raises his shoulders. “Thought you'd like them,” he'll say.

Martin stammers when he tries to say it to Jon, but as much as he isn't very good at showing how much he likes it, how much it means to him, he thinks it's ever so sweet. Thoughtful and sincere, and every time Martin sees something appearing, without fanfare or fuss, knowing that Jon's seen it in a shop window and bought it just because he thinks Martin will like it, well of course it does something funny to his insides. He feels a little melty and has to go find wherever Jon is sitting, squinting over some dry document – he needs reading glasses, he's just being really stubborn about it – , kissing him until he's pink and looking pleased.

Jon will still sneak out the Yorkshire teabags from the back of the cupboard when he thinks Martin's not around. Martin pretends he doesn't notice.

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santiagoswagger · 4 years

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i've never fallen from quite this high

Amy's birthday falls one month into her very new relationship with Jake, and he promises her he has plans to blow her mind.

Set sometime after “The Funeral.”

In all the years Amy’s known Jake, she’s been witness to the downfall of most of his relationships, and she knows they all tend to follow a similar pattern.

He was disorganized and completely consumed by his work throughout most of them, perpetually forgetting to show up for dinners or drinks because a case always took precedence. He could be selfish, unfiltered with his words and competitive to a fault. Most of the women he dated never seemed to last very long, and if they did, Jake usually found a reason to end things. There were a few exceptions, just as there are with any rule, but Jake was nothing if not consistent. He was a lone wolf, even in his personal life.

But the Jake Peralta that Amy finds herself dating now might as well be a stranger.

In the month since they decided to screw being light and breezy, she’s observed several small changes in him that often have her questioning if he’s the same man who once took her on a date designed for maximum humiliation.

When they make plans, he immediately adds them to the calendar on his phone so he won’t forget. He shares his snacks with her at the movies, even if he rolls his eyes while passing her the popcorn bucket. He takes the time to compliment her whether she’s dressed up for a date night out or wearing her ratty sweats on the couch at home, and genuinely means it either way. He’s still overly competitive, but that only makes her like him more.

She catches herself staring at him from across their adjoined desks, in awe of the person he was and the person he’s becoming. She can’t believe she’s actually falling for her goofy, infuriating partner. It’s scary, just as any big change is for a control freak like Amy, but she’s starting to believe that anything worthwhile begins with a little fear.

Much to Amy’s chagrin, Jake catches her mid-stare and smirks.

“Amy, I know you think I look extremely handsome in my new flannel, but this is a workplace. What would the Captain say?” he asks smugly, keeping his voice quiet enough so their coworkers can’t overhear. It’s something they’ve both perfected over the last month.

She rolls her eyes but can’t stop a traitorous grin from materializing on her face.

“Jake, we both know you took that flannel from the lost and found last week. And I wasn’t doing anything,” she says unconvincingly, burying her head in the open file next to her keyboard. “I was thinking. About my case. Because I’m a detective.”

Jake leans back in his chair and crosses his arms behind his head. “Does this ‘thinking’ have anything to do with a major life event happening this weekend?”

Amy cocks her head to the side. “’Major life event?’ What are you talking about?”

Jake lets out a loud, triumphant laugh, startling Hitchcock and Scully from their afternoon naps a few feet away.

“Amy, please tell me you didn’t forget your own birthday. No, wait, please tell me you did so I can make fun of you.”

Her jaw drops in horror. Amy Santiago, queen of organization, forgot her own birthday. Work had been so crazy the last few weeks and nights spent analyzing her planner were few and far between now that she had someone to go home with after work so something was bound to fall through the cracks. But she would rather let Charles cook dinner for her than let Jake know that.

“Shut up,” she says indignantly. “Just because I don’t obsess over my birthday like some people doesn’t mean I forgot it.”

Jake leans forward with a softer smile than before. It’s fond, almost. “You did, but that’s okay. I’ve got a few things up my sleeve for Saturday.”

“You do?” she says, surprised.

“Mmm-hmm,” he nods, grinning. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

She laughs. “Okay, I’ll hold you to it.”

As they pack up their desks to leave for the night, Amy allows herself to wonder what Jake could possibly have planned. It’s their first birthday or holiday as a couple, and it’s so early. Their relationship is still so new and exciting, but a birthday is a big commitment. They haven’t even discussed where they see things going or if there’s a future for them. She doesn’t want this birthday to be the thing that scares him away before the relationship really gets off the ground. She’s pretty sure it could be something great if they let it.

Amy wakes up Saturday morning to the smell of fresh coffee wafting into her bedroom. It’s a shock for two reasons: she’s fairly certain she ran out of coffee grounds earlier this week and she knew Jake was scheduled to work an overtime shift today. The rumpled sheets next to her confirm his absence, but they’re still slightly warm to the touch; he must have just brewed her a pot before stumbling out the door.

She takes the time to brush her hair and teeth, and wash and moisturize her face – she refuses to let her morning routine slip, even if it’s her birthday – before walking out into the kitchen. It’s where she finds a full pot of coffee, complete with a new bag of beans from her favorite neighborhood café. It’s annoyingly expensive hipster coffee, and she can’t believe Jake shelled out the cash for it.

She also finds a note written in Jake’s awful chicken scratch on some stationery he must have grabbed from her office. Lucky for him, Amy’s been forced to decipher a few hundred of his case files over the years and can read his appalling handwriting without a problem.

Ames,

Happy Birthday, weirdo! I’m sorry I have to work on the day of your birth but I promise to make it up to you later ;) See you at 5.

Jake

She smiles as she finishes reading before pouring herself a large cup of steaming coffee and taking a long sip. She sighs, and she’s fairly sure it’s not just the coffee warming her from the inside out.

Truthfully, a day to herself is the best birthday present she could have asked for. She spends the day fielding calls and texts from her family and Kylie while also managing to organize her binders alphabetically and catch up on her very full DVR.

But by the time 5 o’clock rolls around, Jake is nowhere to be found and Amy can’t help but be a little disheartened. He had been making much more of an effort to be punctual lately, especially once he discovered what that earned him from Amy, but she supposes he hasn’t completely let his old habits die. She does her best to shrug it off. He probably just got caught up finishing a case, she thinks.

By 5:30, Amy is concerned. By 6, she’s spiraling.

He’s never been this late to meet her before, and never this late without sending an emoji-filled apology text. She, more than most, knows things can get out of hand at the precinct within an instant, but a shadow of a doubt still manages to nestle its way into Amy’s brain as the minutes tick by without word from her boyfriend.

She pours herself a glass of wine and takes a huge gulp. She knows from past observations that a month is usually Jake’s tipping point in a relationship. It’s entirely possible that he’s starting to have second thoughts about turning their friendship into something more. The thought rips through her like lightning.

It’s then that her front door opens and an exhausted looking Jake practically stumbles into the living room carrying two stuffed takeaway bags. His hair is a mess and his flannel is even more rumpled than usual. Her previously racing thoughts are immediately quelled when she sees him.

“Ames, I’m so sorry but I couldn’t find the restaurant and then the order was wrong and then I had to go to a different place and it was a whole thing,” he says in a breathless jumble. She can barely make out individual words.

“Are you mad?” he asks as he catches his breath. He looks genuinely gutted at the mere possibility he’s disappointed her.

She puts her wine glass down on the coffee table and moves to wrap him up in a firm hug. She can feel the tension leave his body at her touch.

“No, I’m not mad,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “But I wish you had texted me so I knew you were alright.”

“Phone died,” he says sheepishly. She pulls away slightly and gently swats his arm.

“I thought I bought you a charger for your desk!”

“I may or may not have been playing Kwazy Cupcakes all day and it totally drained my battery,” he laughs. “The precinct was so boring today, Ames.”

She smirks. “Did you miss me, Peralta?”

“Pshh, no,” he says, eyes darting around the room.

“You did,” she says smugly and he rolls his eyes, visibly grinning. “Now, tell me about this food.”

She pulls away from him to rummage through the plastic bags he’d placed on her dining table when he came home. It smells unbelievably familiar.

“I, um,” he stutters. “Remember when you told me about your favorite birthday parties as a kid? When all of your extended family would come over and it was just a giant party with games and the best Cuban food?”

“Yeah, I do,” she says softly. It had been such a throwaway conversation, late night memories shared while cuddling on his couch in front of the TV after a long shift. She’s genuinely touched that it stayed with him.

“Well, I found a place in Park Slope that sells those cheesy guava pastries your mom used to make you every year on your birthday,” he says, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. “But they messed up the order and I had to drive around to a bunch of Cuban restaurants to find them. That’s why I was so late.”

Maybe it’s the nostalgic smell of the pasteles de queso y guayaba bringing back her childhood, or maybe it’s the look of pure vulnerability on Jake’s face, but Amy can feel the warmth from this morning’s coffee returning tenfold. A lump begins to grow in her throat and she swallows hard to tamp it down.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she says, astonished. “I haven’t had one of these in forever.”

He’s rubbing his arm again, a nervous tick. “I hope they’re right. The woman at the last place I tried didn’t speak English so it was a lot of charades and pointing.”

She laughs. “They’re definitely right. They smell just like I remember.”

She puts the bag down and walks quickly over to where he’s standing in her kitchen doorway. She kisses him delicately, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek, thumb sweeping his jaw as she pulls away. His eyes are half-mast but they’re shining brightly.

“Happy birthday, Amy,” he whispers, moving to gently grab her hand as it pulls away from his face.

She scrunches her nose and smiles. “Thank you. Now, are you ready to try some cheese and guava pastries?”

He wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, no, thank you,” he says vehemently, backing out of her embrace.

She walks closer. “Please? For my birthday? You did say you would make it up to me after working all day.”

He groans. “Fine. But this is the last time I do anything nice for you.”

She smiles. “Deal.”

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #b99 fic #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago #this is what quarantine has done to me

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fleetwoodmactshirt · 4 years

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The world to live in for the rest of your life? Ezra’s, Din’s or Oberyn’s. You won’t die and they won’t die so it’s all happy bunny days

ok thank you for reassuring my anxiety-brain that nobody dies lol i do appreciate that

ok din sorry sweetie but hard pass. what can his world offer me, really? he either lives in a sewer, or on the razor crest and that ship is like 90% weapons storage. i have seen his “bed” it is basically a metal plank. not even a pillow. he has his green bean baby son sleeping in a repurposed gun basket. i know he’s trying his best, but sorry din, you need to step it up. he’s struggling in a gig economy to make gas money!! like i’m looking from an escape from our shitty world, not just another shittier version of it!!! also i know the future we have maybe what, 20 good years? before the galaxy descends into war again and my old ass doesn’t need that, damn. actually, shit, 20 good years...that’s probably more than i can hope for in our reality....i’ve depressed myself now.

alright nOW THIS IS THE HARD PART

my gut instinct when i read this ask was to run out to a rooftop and scream oberyn’s (and ellaria’s) world, DUH. it’s the ultimate bisexual dream!!! like, how heavenly would it be to live a lavish, luscious, sexy life forever entwined between the two of them in dorne, or where ever we decide to sail off to. just seclude me in the water gardens. i just imagine it would be all the best parts of the mediterranean lifestyle i live in the summers when i visit my greek family on the island. like, it’s medieval mamma mia but every one of the dads is oberyn. oberyn’s bloodthirstiness….i can live with it...i’m gonna see him knife some bitches, but they deserved it, and he’s a gentleman, he’ll wipe the blood off and apologize i had to see anything so distasteful. then again….we may not die…..but the world of ASOIAF is so fucked with violence, political intrigue and like, metaphorical magical global warming threats basically......i just think it’d only be a matter of time before our bubble would be burst by some bullshit probably his brother doran’s scheming

the appeal of ezra’s world is that, i feel the most freedom to make it a world of my own creation. all the subtle world-building in the movie was so fantastic, it’s a world that we see so little of and yet it feels familiar and believable, we understand it; it feels alive and real. but there’s so much of it left to us to imagine. the small part we do see of it is a brutal galactic frontier, the fringes of a society. but there are hints that there’s a part of this universe that’s much more populated and civilized. like, ezra and cee are out scrabbling in the frontier, the deadwood-type outlaw settlements, where everyone is trying to scrap together a living. but somewhere out there is the chicagos and the new yorks, and even beyond that the londons and the romes of this universe. i just have sci-fi cottagecore fantasies involving ezra where he’s made his fortune and is finally a man of means and we live a peaceful, secluded, soft life......basically we can explore and travel and go where we please....but where ever we are there’s books, and it’s all long, philosophical discussions, and hot sex, and he is all charming scoundrel

YOOOO I REALLY CANNOT CHOOSE BETWEEN THESE TWO. I REFUSE.

i want both. my maladaptive daydreaming is about to pop off.

it’s sleepover weekend*:・ﾟ✧

#fleetwood answers #sleepover weekend asks

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slafkovskys · 5 years

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yeah, we’ll be alright / p. moynihan

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

my masterlist!

title from you and me by niall horan

mentions of vomiting and rude names

you heard your bedroom door open and shut before a knock sounded against the bathroom door, “y/n?”

“i took it already, p,” you said, letting your head thump against the door. you hear him sigh before you hear another thud against the door and him sliding down. “i’m scared.”

“me too,” he mumbled.

your eyes don’t leave the white stick with the pink cap that rested on your sink. your heart pounds against your chest as you pull on the strings of the hoodie you were wearing, “you don’t have to stay, you know, if it comes out positive.”

he scoffs, “i’m not leaving you, y/n. whether it’s positive or negative, you’re stuck with me.”

your phone starts ringing, signaling the end of the timer. your entire body stiffens as you hear patrick breathe deeply on the other side of the door. your shaky hand reaches for the plastic and you close your eyes as it wraps around it.

you count to three four separate times before actually opening them. your eyes read the single word multiple times before a sob rakes through your body. you hear patrick stand and start jiggling the doorknob, pleading for entry. your hand raises and twists the lock, moving so he could open it.

he doesn’t say anything. he just squats down and picks you up, carrying you over to your bed. you were still clutching the positive test in your hand as he tucked you into his chest, assuring things would be fine. you don’t know how long you lay there sobbing, but when you finally stopped, the sun had already set.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, voice scratchy from all of the crying you had done.

he wrapped his arms around you impossibly tighter as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, “please don’t be. if anyone’s at fault, it’s me.”

“we’re gonna have a baby,” you look up at him and he cracks the smallest grin and nods.

“yeah, we’re gonna have a baby.”

at this point, you couldn’t tell if it was your hand that was sweaty or his. you watched his knee bounce through the corner of your eye, biting your lip between your teeth. “can you stop doing that? please?”

“sorry,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand. you crossed your legs before uncrossing them and then crossed them again.

you were the only two people sitting in the waiting room. apparently, people had better things to do at eight a.m. on a monday than be at ob/gyn’s office. both of you should be in first period by now, but this was a priority.

when the door opened and your name was called, you both stood. he followed behind you, waiting as they took your height and weight. the nurse, named kara, shut the door behind her and looked at you with a smile, “this is your first visit, right?”

“yes ma’am,” you said, biting your lip and kicking your feet back and forth where they dangled off the bed.

she explained what would go on, how they were just going to check and verify the pregnancy and let you hear the heartbeat if you wanted. she did her thing, drew some blood and asked about both of your histories and before telling you to lift your shirt over your stomach, “oh! you’ve already got a little bump.”

you’d noticed it yesterday after you’d stepped out of the shower. your stomach had started to jut out at the bottom. you sent patrick a picture and he said ‘i love you. and bean.’

she turned out the lights before putting the gel on your stomach. she pointed towards the screen and you watched as a little blob came into view. “there’s your baby, mom,” she said and tears well up in your eyes, “and there’s the heartbeat.”

she presses a button and the most amazing noise you’d ever heard fills the room. you choke out a laugh as you process the ‘thump thump thump’ that was inside of you. you hear kara say, “are you okay, dad?”

you turn to look at patrick. the usually stoic, cocky attitude boy was replaced by someone who was crying. in the nearly two years you’d known him, you’d never seen him cry. you reach out your hand and he stands, walking over beside you. he brings your hand to his lips.

kara cleans off your stomach and excuses herself, but leaves the picture up for you to see. “hi bean,” you mumble out, watching as the blob shifts slightly, “we’re your parents.”

you didn’t ‘pop’ until four months in. leggings became your best friend along with big hoodies and sweaters.

you’d been able to keep the whole thing on a need to know basis. there had been rumors spreading about you and you heard them, but just chose to ignore them. your parents, though disappointed, supported you and wanted you happy. patrick’s parents and siblings all flew in the weekend after you broke the news and had pretty much the same reaction as your parents. the boys, though utterly shocked, were excited and already calling godfather. “if i die,” patrick had stated, “i don’t want any of you responsible for my child.”

one day in the middle of the week, you had decided you actually wanted to look half decent. you slipped on your maternity jeans and a sweater that didn’t hug the bump, but made it obvious that you were pregnant. you arrived that day and walked straight to first period, not immune to the whispers that followed you. you made it to second before your hand shot up and you asked to be excused.

you ran to the girls bathroom and hurled your breakfast into the toilet before leaning back against the stall wall. the tears start to fall as you replay the things that you’d heard that day:

‘she just wanted to trap him, i bet.’

‘she’s ruining a career that hasn’t even started yet.’

‘skank.’

you hear the door open and the hurried footsteps of someone. you watch as the door flies open and patrick’s looking at you worriedly. he squats down in front of you, hands framing your face as his thumbs wipe your tears. “what happened, gorgeous?”

and you tell him. you tell him everything and he holds on to you as you do so, just like he’s done almost everyday for the past few months. he pulls you up and walks you over to the sink, drying your face for you. he presses a kiss to your hair, “i’ve got a sweatshirt in my car with your name on it if you want it?”

“please.”

during the prime of your pregnancy was also the last few months of patrick’s time in the ntdp. so that meant he was gone, a lot, and he missed a lot, too.

when you first felt the baby kick, for example, you were in the middle of science class while patrick was in the middle of a a game in sochi. your body stiffened as you felt the nudge against your midsection, before a grin took over your face. you place your hand where it kicked and pushed, receiving another.

all day, you’d been pushing that spot and always received a nudge in return. when you got home, you dropped down on your bed and lifted up your shirt, watching as your stomach jutted out with another kick.

you called patrick a short time later and told him the news. he was visibly upset, but had a very serious conversation with the bump that they had to do it when he got home. a week later, patrick barged into your room and dropped onto your bed, “do the thing.”

you giggled before sliding up your sweatshirt and poking your tummy. you didn’t get a reaction so you poke it again before sighing, “they might be sleeping, p.”

“they’ve got four more months to sleep, y/n. daddy’s home and wants to see them kick.” he grumbles moving so that his mouth is beside your rounded stomach. he clears his throat, “hi baby, it’s me, patrick, your dad. now, i know that i was gone for a little bit and you had to hear me through a phone, but i’m back now and i was hoping you could do that thing you did for your mom? please?”

you giggle at the way patrick is staring at your stomach, not blinking. he sighed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the skin. as soon as he moved back, a lump forms in the side and you grunt. patrick looks elated as he kisses the spot again, you getting another particularly hard kick to the side.

“that’s enough,” you pout, shoving his head away. he laughed before placing his big, warm hand over your stomach. you place yours on top of his, “i love you.”

another kick.

everything wasn’t always perfect, though.

one night when you were in your last trimester, you woke up from a nap to sharp pains in your stomach. you screamed for you mom and she darted in. they felt to strong to be braxton hicks, you insisted, and she drove you to the emergency room.

it was the one night patrick had gone out in months and he wasn’t answering his phone. you called alex, who thankfully answered on the second ring. “what’s u-”

“put patrick one the phone. now!” you shout squeezing your mother’s hand. you hear him mumble a panicked ‘ok’ before there’s distilling and patrick’s voice comes through the phone. you cut him off too, “you need to get to the hospital. like, right now.”

“is- is it time?” he stutters a sudden haste in his tone as he starts swearing. “where’s my fucking- i need someone to drive me!”

he gets there twenty minutes after you do and runs into your room. your mom explains that they have to run some tests and that you’ll be here for a while. they did turn out to false contractions and you were sent home a few days later with an order to stay on strict bedrest.

patrick swore he wasn’t leaving your side again.

at first, you insisted on patrick going to the draft. it was such an important day in his life, but with you already a week past your due date, it just wasn’t gonna happen. and you were glad he didn’t go.

your water broke just past two o’clock in the morning on june twenty second. you rushed to the hospital for the second time and not two hours later, just before five, loud cries reverberated around the hospital room.

they laid all eight pounds and seven ounces of her on your chest and that’s when you started crying. patrick kisses your head repeatedly while they wipe her off. the doctor hands him the scissors to cut the cord before they take her away.

that day, you received an endless amount of calls from the boys. they were already booking your daughter’s time and asking what kind of presents she would like to receive. “trevor, dude, she’s six hours old.”

that night, you sat your laptop up on the table and streamed the draft. patrick held onto your daughter as his name was called. you look up at him with the biggest smile before glancing down to the baby in his arms.

“hear that? daddy’s gonna be a devil,” you smirk tiredly, “but we already knew that, didn’t we amelia joy?”

#patrick moynihan #patrick moynihan imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #college hockey imagine #new jersey devils #my work

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clownsgobeepbeep · 4 years

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:* Adult Ula

Some far-future uncle Vespers X3

Usually, the weekends were somewhat busy for Ula. The exception was of course Sunday, one of the days she closed her public cafe.

Today was a Saturday however, and Ula’s day was still not over. It was the afternoon, just an hour more to go. The day was the slightest bit tougher, this being because she insisted to take the youngest of her kids to work; the slow day being what softened that.

“Dahlia, can you give that to mommy please?” Ula smiled at her infant, the latter smiling while shaking her head, lips sealed tight. “Please Dahlia? Can you give the lime back to mommy?”

Dahlia shook her head, her mother lowering her head with a sad nod.

“Okay then.” Ula brought her hands up to her face, covering herself before quietly releasing false sobs. “Mommy’s sad because Dahlia won’t give her the lime.”

The baby stared at Ula as her smile started to die down, a new sadness coming upon the realization that she made her mother sad. So, Dahlia opened her mouth, allowing a lime to roll out onto her lap.

“Wow, she really put that in her mouth?” a voice asked from behind after a ell rang, making Ula and Dahlia turn to see a guest with unique white hair.

“I’m just glad she didn’t eat it.” Ula grabbed some napkins to both grab the saliva-covered lime and wipe Dahlia who stared at the approaching man in awe. “What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to pay a little visit.” Vespers shrugged with a smile, leaning down a bit to be face to face with Dahlia who was sitting at the register. “Hi there Dahlia, you treating your mom alright?”

Dahlia gave a giggle in response, then reaching her hands out to Ula who now held her against her chest.

“How have you been uncle?” Ula ruffled Dahlia’s hair while Vespers looked around, noticing the place was empty.

“Pretty well, nothing to complain about.” Vespers replied before bringing his hand up, now placing a paper bag on the counter. “I kind of lied about why I came here. I came to deliver these.”

“Deliver?” Ula blinked at the bag before Vespers pulled out a baby onesie, one of the sleeves much shorter than the other.

“Your mom asked me to make these for Frankie, though I already had some in the works before that.” Vespers mentioned as he flipped the onesie around, showing a cute dinosaur on it. “And I heard that Frankie loves dinosaurs already.”

“He does.” Ula cooed at the onesie, feeling it with one hand as she looked at how adorable it was, and of course thoughtful. “Oh, uncle Vespers. I’m so happy you made these.”

“It’s no problem, I saw you guys using pins for his sleeve and thought I’d help a bit.” Vespers smiled with a tiny shrug, then feeling Ula grab his face before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m really grateful for this.” she said, practically teary eyed before she put the onesie back in the back. “I have to pay you back somehow.”

“Oh no, it’s perfectly alright.” Vespers shook his head. “Frankie’s my...great? Grand? He’s my nephew. And, your mom paid me...more than enough.”

“I see.” Ula quietly chuckled before shrugging. “At least let me make you something.”

“Ula, it’s alright.”

“And you should at least see Frankie wearing one of the onesies.” Ula insisted, making Vespers sigh before nodding with a smile. So, he followed behind Ula until they were on the other side of the counter and in the back where a movie could be heard playing.

Vespers saw a corner filled with things fit for a child, just like the room Jelly made for Ula in her building long ago, that one still standing. There he saw a beanbag being occupied by none other than Frankie who lay on it, hand on his belly while he attentively watched Alice in Wonderland. On either side of his bean bag was an axolotl, these being Mana and Kala who lifted their heads to look at those coming in.

“Frankie.~” Ula called out to the infant who leaned his head back, seeing the world from an upside down perspective. “Look who came to visit.”

“Hi Frankie.” Vespers greeted the baby who stared at him quite curiously, watching as Vespers pet Mana who was no doubt excited to see somebody else.

“Now, I’m going to leave Dahlia here if it’s alright with you. I’m heading to the kitchen and I don’t want her putting anything in her mouth.” Ula set the baby down on a different beanbag while Vespers nodded. “Make yourself at home.”

“I will.” Vespers chuckled to himself, crouching down to be at Frankie’s level.

Frankie stared at Vespers for a moment, merely blinking at him before reaching his little arm out.

Vespers smiled before carefully grabbing Frankie, letting the little one curl up against his chest.

"You didn’t like the arm Cosmos made for you, huh?” Vespers rubbed his finger on Frankie’s cheek, feeling as the latter leaned into his touch. “But that’s okay, I made you some clothes I hope you like.”

Frankie’s eyes widened just the slightest bit as he once again looked up at Vespers, little hand clutching onto the latter’s jacket.

“You wanna see one?” Vespers asked, reaching over to grab of the garments from the nearby bag. “Look, this one’s just a shirt.”

He presented the small shirt to Frankie, the baby releasing Vespers to reach out to the shirt which he felt.

His eyes soon landed on the sleeve that was shorter than the other, then turning to look down at his clothed stump which made it click in his mind. Frankie grabbed the shirt and put it against his chest, almost as if he were hugging it.

Vespers watched him with adoration, soon feeling as Frankie hugged him as best as possible before Vespers returned the embrace.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Flowers burst into the concrete

Summary: Sometimes you have to fall to get back up stronger than ever before...

Request: Would write for Chris Evans having sex with reader and her moaning I love you as she cums and him freaking out. Later he acts cold towards her but realizing he loves her as well as she tries to move on with someone?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, OFC Jack x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love?, arguments, sad Chris, fluff, adorable Dodger, torn reader

A/N: Here’s finally the requested sequel to: Love Confessions

“Please, baby girl. I know that my behavior is inexcusable but the weeks without you let me see how much I miss you. Y/N, please let me and Dodger in. He’s missing you too.” Chris pleads while you fight with your emotions.

Your head tells you to send Chris straight to hell, but your heart at least wants to hear him out. On top of all, you missed Dodger too. The poor guy is whining outside your door and you sigh deeply as he seems to call your name.

When you open the door again, only a crack to let Dodger, in you glare at Chris who tries to press his hands against your door.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Chris. That’s more than you deserve. More than you were willing to give me that night.”

“I…”, choking on his words Chris nods when you open the door wide, walking with it to let Chris into your new home. “Thank you, baby.”

“Let’s make one thing clear, I am not your baby, baby girl, or shit. Whatever I believed we had, is over.” Pointing toward your couch you give Chris a cold glare. “You wanted to talk, talk. I have other things going on in my life than hearing meaningless lies leave your lips.

Sitting on a bean bag you smile when Dodger rests his head onto your lap. He’s purring low when you stroke his head. “He missed you. I swear Dodger didn’t listen to me for weeks after you left.”

“He’s a dog, he’ll get over me. As soon as one of the other girls you banged, while we were together, comes to your home on a regular base he’ll forget about me, just like you.” Huffing you roll your eyes. “Sorry, I mean, while we were not together.”

“Y/N, please give me a chance to explain my side of the story. Yes, I acted like an idiot after you confessed your love to me that night. I believed we have a good arrangement. We had fun, great sex and we liked each other. After you told me about your love for me I believed you want…”

“I wanted what, Chris? Money? Fame? Attention?” Chortling you look at Dodger.

“Can you believe this, Dodge? Nowadays you can’t tell someone you love him without making the guy freak out as he believes you want his money. I am not a goddamn sugar babe, Chris. Did I ever ask you for anything?”

“No.” Mumbling his answer Chris watches you gently rubbing Dodgers back. His dog whines with every stroke of your hand and for the first time, Chris wishes he could change roles with his dog. “I am sorry for assuming you want more than my love.”

“Great conversation. Can you leave me alone now? I think we clarified you acted like an idiot. I shouldn’t have told you about my feelings and that your dog is more loyal than you could ever be.” Your voice and posture show self-confidence. There is a fire in your eyes now and Chris likes it – a lot.

“You grew stronger. I never saw you that confident and headstrong before.” Chris’s blue eyes search your face as you concentrate on ruffling Dodger’s fur.

“Even the smallest flower can burst into the concrete if it wants to. I did the same after you kicked me out of your life. It took me a while, to be honest.

I mourned, cried, threw things around until I realized that no man is worth my tears. Not even Chris Evans, Captain America himself, deserves to walk all over me.”

Now you get up, a cold smile on your lips. “You don’t want me? Don’t want my love or body?” Huffing you grab the rose Chris placed onto the table to toss it into his face.

“Fine! Out there are dozens of men liking me the way I am. You are not the sun to me, Evans. Not anymore. I do not bend myself to your will for you to break me again.”

“Y/N, baby girl. I…I am an idiot, okay. I was so afraid of giving in to my feelings, to admit anything that I hurt you. I tried to forget about you, cut you out of my life but…I can’t forget about you. I threw myself into work, went out with friends. Nothing could keep my mind from wandering toward you.”

“Awe-poor Chris. Ignored the girl confessing her love. Boohoo, Evans. Wake up and look around. People confess their feelings every day and they do not die or get hurt.”

Your anger gets the best out of you when you step closer to Chris to poke your index finger into his chest. “People break up. People disappoint each other. People live happily ever after.”

“Y/N…I…” Chris tries to calm you but all he gets is a slap to his cheek, a harsh one. He’s rubbing his skin, not believing you hit him.

“Those people are brave. They try, okay. Everyone out there in a relationship or marriage only tries to do his or her best to make it work. But to make it work you have to try and not chicken out.”

Panting you clench your fists. “What you did was cruel Chris! You made me feel like a worthless piece of meat you could use to get off. I never felt that dirty and ugly before. All you ever did was hurting me!”

“I am sorry, Y/N. Please can we not…” Another slap hits his other cheek and you give him a warning glare. Chris falls silent, knowing he needs to hear you out.

“I am still not done! For once in this relationship or not relationship you will listen to me, Christopher!” Chris flinches when you use his full name.

“You can’t come here, weeks after you abandoned and ignored me to what – ask me to come back to play your bed warmer? Why did you come here? – be honest.

Was it as you missed me or rather the fact you saw me with another man at the park? Did you have the sudden urge to mark your territory? Did you come here for a quick fuck or to make sure I will not fuck someone else?”

“I…” Flinching away Chris takes a step backward. “I was at your working place and they told me you are at the park. I tried to find the guts to talk to you but then that guy showed up and I felt like someone stabbed my heart.”

“Good.” Snorting you watch Dodger crawl toward you to rest his head onto your left foot. “You deserve all the pain in the world.”

“If you want me to answer your question honestly, it was a bit of both. I wanted to talk to you for weeks but didn’t know how. Seb was mad at me, refused to listen. Then I saw you with that guy and knew, I have to get my shit together and talk to you.”

Chris gives you puppy dog eyes but, to his disappointment, it doesn’t work. You look at Dodger, not him. All your attention is focused on his dog and he slowly despairs.

“Please…one date. A coffee…anything. Please. I’ll do anything if you at least give me the chance to talk things out. Even if we can only become friends, I need you in my life.”

Sniffling Chris tries to touch your arm, but you shove his hand away. “Okay…not touching… “

“Friends…I don’t know. I will have to think about a few things. I…I will…” Looking at Dodger who is busy to nuzzle your leg you smile. “We can have a coffee, on Monday. I will spend the weekend with Jack, as planned. I need to…”

Chris nods silently, afraid you will not meet up with him but scared you will let Jack do more than hold your hand or kiss your cheek.

“Jack is a nice guy, I like him. We both got disappointed by our partners, or in our case, not partners. He deserves to know that you were here and that we talked. I need to clarify a few things for myself.”

You can see Chris flinch at your words, but he can only blame himself for letting you slip through his fingers. “I’ll do anything…”

“I want you to go home and not contact me until Monday. I will send you a message if you give me your number. I don’t have it anymore.“ Chris swallows hard hearing you don’t even have his number.

“I’ll be waiting for you…” Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen you hand it to Chris. “I want you to know that I wasn’t with anyone. Not while we were together nor after.”

“How kind of you…” Mocking Chris you turn your attention back toward Dodger. “You will be good for me.“ Dodger licks your face when you kneel next to him.

“Dodge…no…stop…“ Giggles leave your lips when he won’t stop nuzzling you. “I will meet up with you if you bring Dodger too.”

“You love him…”

“At least he returns my feelings.” Adding another stab to his heart you glance up at Chris. “You should go now, Chris. I can’t talk to you any longer.“

You can’t wrap your mind around the fact Chris came to your apartment. While you look out of the window of the cabin Jack rented you rub your eyes.

“You barely spared anything a glance. What happened?”

“I…I am so confused and…” Jack nods, handing you a mug with hot chocolate. “I am sorry…”

“Don’t be, Y/N. We both knew that our friendship is just that, friendship. We just…” Jack sighs, wishing there could be more between him and you.

“I still love my ex and you, well you could have a chance with Chris. Let’s not pretend we want to fall into each other’s arms.”

“You met her…” Looking at Jack knowingly you pat his hand. “What happened? Last week you wanted to take the next step and now we are on common ground. I am not mad, Jack. Honestly, the moment I took a step into the cabin I knew this won’t work out.”

“She…she looked so breathtakingly beautiful and, I don’t know. Delilah wants to meet up with me, wants to talk about a few things.” Jack’s eyes meet yours and you see the uncertainty.

“If you believe you can be happy with her you can try to work things out. She gave you the boot as you weren’t ready to give up your career to follow her to London. Maybe, just maybe it’s time to compromise, Jack.” Pecking your cheek Jack nods before he gets his phone out.

“Mind if we cut the weekend short?” While you watch Jack dial Delilah’s number you slide your finger over the print on the shirt you stole from Chris. “Y/N?”

“We can drive back, Jack. Go and get your girl. Let at least one of us have a happy end with the person we love. I am not sure Chris wants me.” Sniffling you wipe a single tear away. “I bet he was just jealous of seeing me with you.”

“Means he’s interested. Now, let’s get him…huh?” A huff later you start to pack your things…

“What if she’s already…no…no…” Dodger watches Chris pace from one end of the room to the other. “Dodger, don’t say things like that…don’t even think it…”

Whining Dodger trots toward the door. “Dodge, let me…fuck…what if she doesn’t call me? Oh-shit. I should’ve told her I love her - right? I am a fucking idiot!”

Dodge is unimpressed. He’s sitting in front of the door, now purring as he can hear someone on the other side. “Dodger, could you just support me here?”

Chris sits onto the couch, hiding his face in the palms he starts to cry. “What if she’s in love with him? What if they make love right now?”

Sobs leave Chris's lips while Dodger starts to lick the door. “Dodger, that’s…eek…what are you?” A knock let Chris jumps up from the couch. “Come here, boy. Let me open the door to…”

Dodger jumps up on you, tries to lick your face while you fight the dog with all you’ve got.

“Dodger…no…eek…that’s…no!” Giggling you almost stumble over your bag but Chris holds Dodger back to help you.

“Y/N…” He finally chokes out while you gather your belongings. “You’re here…”

“Oh-yeah. I kinda forgot my keys and after Jack and I decide to stay only friends as he goes back to his girlfriend, or now fiancé I am kinda homeless until my mom comes to my place on Monday. I had hoped I could bunker on your couch…”

Chris blinks a few times before he brings you in his arms. He’s peppering kisses to your hair while Dodger tries to press himself between the both of you.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. I…I almost went insane knowing you are with him.”

His lips press against your temple and you don’t know if you did the right thing but here in Chris’s arms, you can forget everything else for a moment. “Please…please…”

“I think Dodger missed me too. How about I show him the toy I bought for him?” Humming Chris looks at you in his arms, not wanting to let you go. “You have to let me go to get it out of my bag.”

“No, baby. Just let me hold you for a while. Please. Whatever you decided, give me five more minutes to pretend you’ll not slip through my fingers.”

Your hands shake when he cups your face with his own. Chris just looks at you before a soft kiss lets you melt into his arms. “Please…”

“We can try to be friends and maybe…just maybe a bit more…” He’s ghosting his lips over yours, not agreeing. “Chris.”

“More…please much more. We can…I mean. Do you want to …fuck it. I love you, Y/N. Please stay with me tonight. Not for sex, just to hold you.”

“I can try…”

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theamazingdearheart-inactive · 4 years

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Thanks for tagging me, @incorrectly-quoted-queers !

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have several hairbrushes, and all of them are purple. It wasn’t really intentional, it just kinda happened.

2. A food you never eat?

I really really hate beans, which is bad because in my culture beans are a staple.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

I have a thing where I easily get cold inside, but I easily get hot when i’m outside. The exact temperature doesn’t matter, as both can fluctuate, but it’s quite strange.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Hmm... probably playing Dragon Age.

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

I’m actually eating a Cadbury bar right now... so anything Cadbury I guess.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

I’ve been to several football (soccer) games and once to a boxing tournament.

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

*sigh* Of course.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

I’m not a huge ice cream fan, though I do have a soft spot for strawberry.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Homemade iced tea

10. Do you like your wallet?

I don’t really use a wallet- normally I’ll just put my debit card in one pocket and my phone in the other.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

That Cadbury bar

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Actually, I bought a t-shirt.

13. The last sporting event you watched?

It was so far back I can’t even remember... probably a football game.

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Plain, or maybe butter.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

I last texted my friend Enid that I’d seen a weird sign. Something about a property sale with the name Cummings.

16. Ever go camping?

I think I did 7 or 8 years ago with a friend of mine. He kept getting freaked out because he thought he heard wolves.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Thanks for reminding me! I keep forgetting to take B12.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

I went to church once for a funeral and once for a wedding, but never to worship.

19. Do you have a tan?

I don’t tan, I burn. Despite my parents being far more on the tan side, I have pasty white skin that just burns.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Definitely Chinese. My housemates were talking about ordering some tomorrow, actually.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

I don’t drink soda often, but when I do drink Guaraná, I use a reusable straw.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

Normally either white or gray. Boring, I know.

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

I can’t drive.

24. What terrifies you?

University. Going to school and making friends in an entirely new environment? Scared the shit out of me.

25. Look to your left what do you see?

I see cars speeding out my window. Also a pocketknife on the windowsill.

26. What chore do you hate?

Handwashing dishes. I hate getting wet (unless I’m taking a shower) and if there’s any leftover food on it, I really don’t want to touch it.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Kangaroos!

28. What is your favorite soda?

Guaraná, as mentioned before.

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

I don’t really do greasy food so... neither?

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

Myself (or I guess my housemates under my breath? Don’t know if it really counts).

31. Favorite cut of beef?

Picanha for sure.

32. Last song you listened to?

Ready to Die by Andrew WK

33. Last book you read?

Probably a D&D book? Idk.

34. Favorite day of the week?

Friday, easy.

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Yep! The last few are pretty easy as a musician.

36. How do you like your coffee?

Black and room temperature, probably -please don’t kill me-

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

I have a pair of beat-up brown boots that I wear almost everywhere. Probably my new vans once they come in.

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

Normally about 2:00 now, but it used to be about midnight.

39. At what time do you normally get up?

I used to get up about 6:00, often before that, but now it’s between 8:00 or 9:00.

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrise. One of my favourite memories was staying at my friend’s beach house and staying up to watch the sun.

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

Two, currently, but one is halfway on the floor, so I’m not sure if that counts?

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

I’ve never really thought about this before... right now, I have an old set that were a gift from my friends’ parents.

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t normally drink, but I’ve had margaritas before and they’re not half bad.

44. Do you play cards?

I play Hearts and Cantrell draw fairly well, as well as a Brazilian card game.

45. What color is your car?

I don’t have a car (see 23).

46. Can you change a tire?

Never tried, but it can’t be that hard, right?

48. Favorite job you ever had?

I don’t know what my favourite job was, but my least favourite was modelling, for sure.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

I have a large scar between my thumb and second finger that came from a nail. It’s probably about the size of a US dime.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

I haven’t really done much today, but I guess when I talked to one of my housemates about his job? Idk, he seemed a bit more cheery afterwards.

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Friends to More (Xu Minghao)

Hello again!! We’re onto the last 2, wow. I am so thankful for the love these have gotten!! I’m gonna update and then go play Spyro with my brother, so everyone have a good weekend!! Moving onto our favorite little elf. -Erin

You met this bean in dance class shocker

Your second year of class he was the only boy in your class

But this is also the post-cooties stage and pre-middle school stage, so no one really cared

He was just Minghao from dance class

One day you just couldn’t get something right

All throughout class you tripped over your own feet and were just really struggling to get to the right position on time

And your recital was that next week

So by the end of class you were so frustrated that you were on the verge of tears

Your teacher managed to talk you down, and tell you that you were doing great, just today wasn’t your day and next time would be better and they were confident you would get it what a good teacher

This was also a day your parents had to come late to pick you up, so you just sat in the lobby waiting for them, still in a mood

Minghao saw you sitting there, looked out the window to see his mom’s car waiting, thought for a second, and then looked at you

“Do you have a ride?”

“Yeah, they’re just running late today.”

“Oh yeah, mine too.” He sat down next to you, setting his bag on the chair. “Do you want me to help you with that move? You seemed to struggle with it today.”

“No that’s okay.”

“We can slow it way down? I’m sure then you’ll get it.”

“Okay fine, but I’m not going to get it”

15 minutes later when your dad picked you up, you almost had it, just a few things to smooth out here and there

Minghao was very proud his mom wasn’t even mad that he stayed after for 20 minutes

You practiced it at home, and by your next rehearsal you got it right the first try

Your teacher gave you a high five and was so proud wow

After class Minghao came up to you excitedly and you were both so happy you got it he was kind of nervous for you at the start of class

Since then you’ve been friends

As you moved up in the dance classes another boy named Chan eventually joined your classes, so eventually Minghao wasn’t the ONLY boy you always practiced stuff together, even had a couple routines together for recitals

But you two became quite the pair

Just mischievous enough to be considered when something happened, but not enough to ever really get in trouble

You didn’t go to the same school until high school, and when your parents realized you were going to the same school they were both a little nervous. Excited, but nervous as heck

But it turned out that you were mostly key: MOSTLY good kids in school

Soonyoung may have taken the fall for some of your pranks though and you felt a little bad about that

Once you two started at the same school, you became inseparable

It helped you had a lot of the same classes

Seriously your entire class knew if one of you was around, the other was probably somewhere close

You guys even did tech stuff for the plays together

He mostly focused on the costume side of things while you spent your years back there in the makeup crew

So even then your paths crossed a lot

On the bright side the actors always looked on POINT because of you two Jun owes you guys a lot okay

SO anyway

You joined the school’s dance team, but Minghao did not

He learned he prefered different styles of dancing, so dance team really wasn’t his thing

It was like the one thing you two didn’t do together

He still came to games you danced at though so support his friend and as time went on he started to have friends who played those sports so two birds with one stone

Literally your entire dance team thought you were dating

“Guys, no Minghao and I are just friends”

“Then why does he come to everything we dance at?”

“Because we’re friends and he’s a supportive human, I guess?”

It didn’t help when one of your dance team friends started dating Chan

Because everyone knew that Chan and Minghao were friends

Therefore Chan was recruited to figure out exactly what was happening in Minghao’s head ”WELCOME TO THE TERROR DOME” sorry I just watched Parks and Rec again

But as much as Chan tried

Boy got nothing

Because just like you, in Minghao’s head you were obviously just friends

He did occasionally think that if the situation would arise, he wouldn’t necessarily say no

But he knew you, so he knew that wasn’t going to happen

SO ANYWAY

Your team was dancing at a big soccer game

do dance teams go to soccer games I feel like they would???

It was nothing out of the ordinary

Just a slightly larger crowd than you were used to, but you could handle that

It’s not like you had stage fright or anything

except maybe you did

So you were all were doing your routine

And during on of your turns, you slipped and fell

You didn’t feel like you hurt anything too bad, just your pride

You tried to push yourself back up to finish the routine, but as you pushed up a VERY sharp pain shot through your left arm, causing you to yelp in pain

A couple of your members noticed and quickly ran to you, helping you up

Your assistant coach took you to the nurse, who said it looked bad so she sent you to the hospital

So Minghao was at this game where else would he be

And considering he was watching you, he noticed the second you went down

He, like you, thought you would just get back up and only be a little embarrassed

But then you tried to get up and couldn’t and the boy started to panic a little bit

“Wait, what’s wrong with Y/N…” Chan had said, but Minghao had already gotten up when he saw the assistant coach taking you off the field

Unfortunately, since it was a big game, it was a little crowded

So when he got to the nurse’s office you were already gone

He didn’t know what to do, so he went back to find Chan, who was sitting in his same spot and gave him a very concerned look

“Are they alright?” He asked as Minghao sat down

“I don’t know I missed them… They either went home or to the hospital… I really hope it’s just home…”

He literally texted you the rest of the game and after until you responded

So on your end things went surprisingly quick at the hospital

They wrapped up your arm and determined it was nothing too serious, you just couldn’t dance for a couple weeks and had to rest your arm

You got home a little bit before midnight, and immediately put on pjs and curled up in your bed, attempting to adjust to your one-arm-ness

Your dad came into your room a couple minutes into an episode of a show and handed you your phone

“Your friend dropped off your bag at the hospital, you should text your boyfriend back he’s been texting you all night” He said as you looked at him in confusion

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a…” You looked at the phone “MINGHAO IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND”

Still you smiled and opened the messages, sent scattered throughout the night

Oh my god are you okay???

Y/N please tell me you’re okay

Alright you probably just went home

But you would have texted me back if you just went home

You also would have texted me back if you were okay

Please text me back when you get back from the hospital

I just got home so if you need me I’m here

Your favorite episode of Sailor Moon is on

You know the one with the realization of who they all actually are

I still don’t get why this one is your favorite

If they let you you should try and put it on in the hospital

Oh wait it just ended

Are you home yet???

If you are you better not be responding because you’re asleep

You really need to sleep more

That’s probably why you fell you were too exhausted

God I don’t know the last time I worried this much

Seriously though just a message that you’re okay

Then you have to go sleep

It’ll heal you faster

Sorry for the spam

I hope you’re okay

It’s all going to be fine

Okay good night still text me even if I’m asleep

Even if I’m probably not going to sleep until I know you’re okay

Okay night

Never

In all your years of friendship

Had you seen Minghao panic

He was the calm one in your friendship

And now he was panicking over you

Hey Hao, sorry we just got home. I’m gonna be fine, my arms just gotta be wrapped up and I can’t dance for a while :( it hurts tho so I don’t see myself falling asleep any time soon but I have my shows to keep me company :)

To your surprise he texted you back within 30 seconds

OH THANK GOD THEY LIVE

Is the window open?

You grinned to yourself

Always is

Y/N I told you you should lock it when I’m not coming over what if a creep comes in

Says the creep

SHHH see you soon

Literally 15 minutes later he was knocking on your window, opening it from the outside

You sat up on your bed with a grin

“You know, if you want me to go to sleep coming over probably wasn’t the best idea”

He didn’t say anything as he just walked over to you and hugged you

“Dude, it’s just my arm, I wasn’t going to die or anything??”

He just hugged you in silence for a bit, then you felt him take a deep breath

“I was so scared, I’m just glad you’re okay”

Suddenly everything felt different with him

The way he looked at you and the way he hugged you and the way his breathing managed to finally calm down at the sight of you being okay

It was a good different

He pulled away from you and adjusted so he was sitting next to you, not really looking at you, you not really looking at him

“So what we watching?” He asked, clearing his throat a little bit, both of you thankful your room was dark because you are pretty sure both of your faces were burning trust me they were

You handed him an earbud and pressed play, trying not to think about the fact that Minghao had somehow kept an arm around you

Your parents found you both sound asleep the next morning and you’re dad had too much fun scaring the heck out of Minghao

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squirrelly831 · 4 years

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Forgetting Her Own Birthday [Hyunwoo, Hoseok, and Minhyuk]

This is part of daddy!au. Some are pre-marriage and some are post-marriage.

Enjoy~

Hyunwoo

Hyunwoo was away on tour and he was going to be home in a week, but he would miss Melly’s birthday and he hated it. He wanted to try to do something for her even though he wasn’t home.

Melly, however, was against it. She knew Hyunwoo was busy with the tour and being the leader. It was just a birthday, she said a hundred times, but to Hyunwoo it wasn’t just some birthday. It was his girlfriend of two years birthday. It was the second one he missed due to his touring and he hated it.

Melly was sleeping peacefully in the late morning when her phone rang. She blindly sought for her phone. Her head lifted from the pillow as she tired to make out the words. She answered the call to see her boyfriend’s face, “Hyunwoo? Morning…” Her voice was husky with sleepy and muffled. “Isn’t it late over there? Why are you calling? Something wrong?”

“Did you just wake up? It’s almost noon” he teased as he watched her search out her alarm clock to see the time. She let out a groan as she collapsed back in bed. He slipped on his glasses and flashed her a smile, “I was going to call you at midnight your time, but I was so busy traveling about and exploring LA. Happy birthday, love.”

“Is that today?” She let out a yawn as she rolled herself in her blankets. “Thanks, Hyunnie. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. You have any plans for today?”

Melly shook her head, “No plans. I actually forgot. Yejin and Yugyeom went to Jeju for the weekend and now that I think about it, it would be a birthday getaway.”

Hyunwoo shook his head in return. “No plans? You? The lady with a thousand plans a day? Maybe you can hang out with Bailey. I hate to think you’re alone for your birthday, love.”

Melly unburied herself from her blankets and sat up in bed. “It’s fine” she paused to let out a moan as she stretched, “I can watch Netflix and relax today.”

Hyunwoo made a face, “When I get home, we’ll do something for your birthday.” Melly opened her mouth to protest as she rubbed her eye, “Nope. Not listening to arguments. Just let me spoil you for a day.”

Melly’s lips twitched upward in amusement, “Fine… But hurry home.”

“I will, love. This week will go by fast. I promise.”

She blew him a kiss before ushering him off to go to bed while she got up to go about the afternoon. What she didn’t know was the giant surprise party her friends were planning behind her back, so her Netflix day would have to wait another day.

Hoseok

Alisha was pretty attentive about dates. She was always on top of anniversaries, holidays, and birthdays. She made sure her husband, Hoseok, remembered those dates too. Whenever her daughter, Jinhee, had a baby birthday party or event, she’d tell Hoseok. With their three and a half year old daughter, it wasn’t weird for Alisha to forget her own birthday. She was a mom, things took priority over something as simple as her aging another year.

However, Hoseok remembered. For once. Without the help of his friends or their wives or his daughter to remind him. How did he remember? He put it in his phone calendar to remind him; though he’d never admit he had to use his phone to remember. Hoseok had the entire day planned out as he wanted to spend it child free, so Bailey swung by and picked up Jinhee since she was going over to Jooheon’s and Jackie’s place for a play date. It was just going to be Alisha and Hoseok and he was excited.

Alisha was in bed reading peacefully when Hoseok returned to the room. He had handed off their daughter to Bailey with an overnight bag. Seeing her in bed, Hoseok decided to jump on the bed startling her. The book in her hand fell out of her hand, bounced on her lap then to the ground. Hoseok wrapped his arm around her and pinned her below him.

“What in the world? Hoseok, what’s with you?” She asked as her heart pounded against her chest.

He grinned down at her before he pressed a loving kiss on her lips, “Happy birthday, Alisha.” She looked at him with confusion before she reached over and checked her phone. Her birthday flashed on the lock screen and a small oh escaped her. Hoseok took the phone from her and leaned down to her jaw, “Told you” he teased. He pressed a trail of kisses on her jaw to her neck, “You always get mad if I forget a birthday or something. I’d die if I forgot an important day. You’re really not fair.” His voice fell an octave as his hands traced her sides.

Alisha rolled her eyes, “That’s because you always forget.”

He jerked back and looked in her eyes, “I do not!” He whined.

“Then when’s our anniversary?” Hoseok’s face flushed as he turned his attention back to kissing Alisha’s neck. “Yea that’s what I tho–ah” she let out a moan as he bit her in her sweet spot on her neck. She felt his lips twist in a smirk.

He leaned up and took her lips in a passionate kiss as his hands worked up her shirt. Hoseok didn’t want to talk anymore. Not when there was something they could both enjoy instead. Hoseok had the entire day planned out for her birthday and he would make sure she would enjoy her day to the fullest.

Minhyuk

Bailey hadn’t planned to work. It was her day off, but when she received a call from a panicked Hyemin. The caterer for a party the same day suddenly cancelled and Hyemin didn’t know what to do. Bailey let out a sigh as she sat up in bed while listening to a frantic Hyemin. Minhyuk sat up awoken from his wife’s voice as she tried to comfort Hyemin. “Okay… Okay, I’ll see what I can do” she whispered hoarsely as she ran her hand through her hair. Minhyuk wrapped his arms around Bailey as he pulled her between his legs. She gave him a look before she pecked his lips, “I’ll be there in an hour, yea?”

Minhyuk’s eyes darkened. There was no way he would let her go into work today. He snatched her phone from her, “Hey Hyemin, you need a caterer, right?” He listened to her talk, “Is it just for desserts? If so why not call Naeun. She’s an actual pastry chef… Yea, I know it’s a good idea.,, Yea, do that. Also, Bailey won’t be home to take any other calls, so call Melly or someone else, bye” he hung up the phone with a triumph look.

“What was that about?”

Minhyuk kissed her cheek before he untangled himself from her, “We’re going to the beach! Get ready. I’ll get Hyeonseo ready, okay?” Bailey nodded cautiously as she watch Minhyuk get out of bed and bounce out the room to their three year old’s room.

“So why are we heading to the beach?” She asked her husband who was focused on the road. Hyeonseo’s ring toy sounded as she shook it in her car seat. Bailey looked back at her daughter with a smile as she reached back and patted her bare leg.

“It’s a surprise.” Minhyuk knew he couldn’t say anything other than that. If he did, he’d ruin his own surprise. He was an excited person, but when it came to secrets he was terrible at them.

Bailey could see how much he fought himself from spilling the beans. He pulled up to a spot at the beach and handed her a blindfold. “Minhyuk no” she whined.

Minhyuk grinned, “You’ll ruin the surprise if you don’t. Please.” Bailey clicked her teeth unable to tell him no when he begs. Minhyuk waited for her to put on the blindfold and held up two fingers to make sure she couldn’t see. “Alright, wait a second.” He got out the car, took Hyeonseo, and placed her in a stroller. Then he grabbed stuff in the back he had hidden from her. Minhyuk opened Bailey’s door and reached out to take her hand, “Watch your step.” He helped her out of the car and led her and the stroller out to the beach. “Stand here. Don’t take off the blindfold.” He hurried around from the car and back to set up the space in front of them.

She felt Minhyuk’s arm graze hers and she bit her lip, “Can I look now?”

“You’re so impatient” he teased. “Go for it.”

She took off the blindfold to see Minhyuk had set up a little picnic area with an umbrella shielding them from the sun. “Minhyuk” she gasped “what’s all this for?”

He took Bailey and Hyeonseo to the blanket, “This is my birthday surprise for you!”

“Birthday surprise? My birthday? Is that today?”

Minhyuk gave her a look of shock as he pulled Hyeonseo from her stroller. He let out a loud laugh, “See babe, this is why I tell you to stop working so much, right Hye-Hye? Mommy needs to work less and be with us more, yea?” He spoke to his daughter in a baby voice earning a giggle from her.

“Minhyuk” he looked up at her and Bailey pecked his lips, “Thanks for remembering for me.”

His eyes sparkled as he stood up and got into the wet sand, “Come on, let’s build a sandcastle!” He knelt down and took the sand in his hands before turning to Hyeonseo who took off in his direction. Bailey let out a chuckle as she followed her daughter towards her husband.

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7) “I love you.” “I’m sorry … I don’t love you like that.” “I know.” with rafael and his assistant where she confesses her love for him but it doesn't exactly pan out for her, please and thank you

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“When You Least Expect It”

Your eyes scanned the pages of the law book resting on your lap in search of the right reference. You could hear the sound of keystrokes from a few feet away and tried to will yourself to not look over to the person typing. “What’s one more look?” You thought to yourself. “Maybe he won’t notice.”

Giving into your temptation, you glanced up from your seat on the leather couch. Rafael Barba sat in front of his laptop, his piercing eyes focused on the screen, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He was more relaxed as the night waned on, his tie undone and tossed aside, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. You drank him in, from the stray hair beginning to curl on his forehead to his broad chest down to his large hands that were as close to perfection as possible. Almost as if he could feel someone watching him, Rafael looked up, meeting your gaze.

You blushed, going back to your book, silently chastising yourself for being caught.

Rafael stood up from his desk and made his way over to you. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” You cleared your throat, the smell of his cologne mixed with faint traces of dark espresso beans filled your nostrils. “I….ummm….I think I may have found a law reference that can help us.”

He sat down, looking over your shoulder, following your finger on the page. “This is great.” You handed him the book, watching his profile while he read. “ I think you may have just won this case for us.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know about that. I’m just doing my job.”

Rafael locked eyes with you. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N. You’ve been a tremendous help. I think you’re going to make a great lawyer someday.” Your heart skipped a beat, his face was so close to yours, you could count the freckles on his nose. Suddenly there was knock on the door, your brother’s head poking into the office.

“Eddie, come in!” Rafael said, getting up to greet his close friend.

Your big brother smiled, pulling the ADA in for a half hug. “Hope I’m not interrupting. It’s starting to snow and I thought Y/N would like a ride home.”

You rolled your eyes, your brother still thought of you as a child. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m an adult and fully capable of taking myself home.”

Eddie wrapped an arm around you, playfully giving you a noogie. “No matter what, you’re always going to be my baby sister.”

“Stop, Eddie!” You whined, pushing away from him.

“Easy guys. I don’t do family law.” Rafael chuckled. “Y/N, why don’t you go home with Eddie. It’s getting late and I’ll be leaving soon anyways.”

You looked between the two men, practically glaring at your brother for cock blocking you. “Oh ok. If you’re sure. I would be more than willing to stay and help you out with the case.”

“Go home, Y/N. Get some rest.” Rafael said. “I’ve already kept you too long.”

“I’ll wait for you by the elevator.” Eddie nudged your shoulder before waving to his friend. “Have a good night, Raf.”

Once your brother was gone, you slowly moved to grab your coat and collect your things. “So….are you…going to the New Year’s Eve office party tomorrow night?”

Rafael scrunched up his nose, “I don’t know…office parties where people get drunk on cheap champagne and hook up with coworkers so that they won’t spend a highly overrated holiday alone is not really my thing.”

“Oh, come on, Raf. You have to go! If you don’t, I won’t know anyone else at the party.” You pleaded. “It’ll be fun. We can stand in the corner and people watch. I’ll even sneak in some good scotch. Please…pretty please…with sugar on top. For me?” You gave Rafael sad puppy dog eyes, knowing he would give in. It always worked when you were younger.

The ADA let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumped as he hung his head, “Fine.”

You jumped on the balls of your feet, “Thank you!!! I promise, we’re going to have fun!” After making arrangements for Rafael to pick you up the next night, you left his office, practically floating on a cloud.

With Eddie and Rafael being such close friends, you had grown up with the handsome ADA. Rafael had always been so sweet to you, always looking out for you. It was because of him that you discovered your love of books, your most prized possession was a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, he had given you on your 16th birthday. When you were applying for college, Rafael introduced you to several of his friends from the Harvard Alumni Association. He had even helped you get an internship with the District Attorney’s office upon hearing you were interested in becoming a lawyer. For as long as you could remember, you had been in love with him.

Rafael knocked on your apartment door. He couldn’t believe that he was actually attending one of these ridiculous holiday office parties, but Rafael told Eddie he would watch out for you and the ADA didn’t want you to go alone. A few minutes later the door opened, Rafael couldn’t help but smile when he saw you dressed in a shimmery champagne colored cocktail dress, your hair swept off your shoulders in a chic chignon. “Hi, Rafael. You look so handsome.” You said.

“Thank you,” he offered his arm to you, leading you towards the elevator. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks, Raf.” You replied as butterflies began to flutter in your stomach, deciding that tonight was going to be the best night of your life with Rafael by your side.

Despite his earlier misgivings, the ADA was enjoying himself that evening. You both sipped on glasses of scotch and champagne, laughing and talking for most of the evening, often reminiscing about the good ol’ days in the neighborhood. Working together over the past few months, had made you two close and Rafael valued the friendship he had with you.

As the alcohol flowed, your inhibitions were lowering. You were giggly, coyly flirting Rafael, hoping he would take a hint. “I’m going to get another drink.” You announced, making your way over to the bartender.

Rafael watched from a distance as you asked for two glasses of champagne, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw, Michael Fabian, a fellow ADA make his way over to you. Fabian was infamous for hooking up with interns and Rafael didn’t want you to become his latest conquest. He made a beeline towards the bar, wrapping a protective arm around you. “Is everything alright?” He asked before looking at Fabian, “You trying to steal my intern?”

Fabian smiled, “Not at all. I was just getting to know Ms. Garcia a bit more. You’ve been keeping her so busy, I’ve barely seen her around the office.”

“Well, we’ve had a tough case. Y/N’s been helping me a lot. If you’ll excuse us.” Rafael abruptly turned, leading you away from the lascivious lawyer towards a quiet corner of the room.

The apples of your cheeks tinged pink as you leaned slightly into Rafael’s touch. “You were brilliant back there, like my knight in shining armor.”

“Fabian is a creep. I wouldn’t want you getting tangled up with him.” He replied.

You smiled at Rafael, losing yourself in those emerald green eyes that had stolen your heart when someone loudly announced it was 10 seconds till midnight. Everyone began to countdown. “10, 9, 8, 7.”

“I’m so glad you decided to come.” You shouted above the noise of the crowd.

“6, 5, 4.”

“Me too.” Rafael replied.

“3, 2, 1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Confetti rained down while people were hugging and kissing each other, welcoming the new year as Auld Lang Syne played in the background. You and Rafael stood there awkwardly for a moment until you closed the gap between you both, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Happy New Year!” You hugged him tightly, basking in the warmth radiating from his body.

He froze for a second before hugging you back, “Happy New Year, Y/N.” After midnight, the party began to die down, the crowd quickly dispersing. You sat next to Rafael on the drive back home, your mind racing, hoping beyond hope that after tonight he would take you in his arms and ask you to be his forever. You had dreamed of this, had dreamed of him for so long.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a good time.” You softly said as he led you to your door.

“So did I.”

You looked up at Rafael for a moment before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss, unable to stop yourself. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, not reciprocating in the kiss but rather gently pulling your hands away from his neck. “Y/N, please stop.” He said in barely a whisper.

Your heart sank into the depths of your stomach, you felt vulnerable and embarrassed, “Oh my God….I’m so sorry.”

Rafael shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression tonight, but…”

“No, it’s fine.” You said, interrupting him. In that moment, you would have given anything for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “I should go. Good night.” Before he could say anything, you quickly entered your apartment, shutting the door behind you. You leaned against the door, hot tears streaming down your face while you listened to Rafael’s footsteps get farther away.

Your alarm went off early on Monday morning, you groaned, silencing the blaring buzz by throwing it against the wall. You had spent all weekend dreading this day, knowing you would have to face Rafael. Deciding not to delay the inevitable, you got out of bed.

The first day back in the office after the New Year’s Eve fiasco was not as bad as you had anticipated. Miraculously, Rafael had been in court meaning you could avoid him as much as possible. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you frantically tried to finish your work, hoping to leave before he got back to his office. All of your efforts proved to be futile as Rafael knocked on the door of your teeny office. “Hey, Y/N. Can I see you in my office.”

Your officemate and fellow intern looked between you and the ADA. “Umm…sure.” You replied, getting up to follow him.

Rafael shut the door once you entered his office, moving to sit behind his desk. You took the seat in front of him, your eyes studying the grooves in the carpet, hands folded in your lap, not able to even meet his gaze.

“Y/N.”

“Rafael,” you both simultaneously said after several moments of silence. You looked up to see him smiling at you, gesturing with his hand for you to continue.

“I’m so sorry about Saturday night. I thought that maybe…..you and me.” As you continued to speak your voice got smaller. It wasn’t easy professing your love to your brother’s friend, someone who had known you since birth. You took a deep breath and sat up straighter, bracing yourself as you made the ultimate confession. “Rafael, you have always been a constant in my life, one of the few people who is always there for me. I love you. I’ve loved you ever since I was a little girl and I was hoping you felt the same way.”

Rafael nodded his head. Your heart sank, you could see the cogs working in his brain, deciding how to let you down as gently as possible. “Y/N, I’m sorry but I don’t love you like that. I think of you like my little sister.”

You clenched your hands together tightly, fighting back the sting of tears. A sharp pain rippling through your chest. “I know. That’s how I’ll always be seen. Little Y/N, Eddie’s baby sister, with pigtails, a dress, bandaids on my knees chasing you around the neighborhood.”

Rafael walked around his desk, sitting in the chair next to you. A mixture of sadness and sympathy were in his eyes. “I think you’re an amazing beautiful young woman. Someday when you least expect it, you’re going to meet the right man for you and they will be the luckiest man on the planet. It’s just…not me.”

“Thanks. Ummm…if there’s nothing else, I’d….ummm….like to go home now.” You got up, practically fleeing Rafael’s office, feeling like a complete fool for believing he could ever share your sentiments. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you walked towards the elevator, desperate to go home. Quickening your pace, you turned the corner bumping into a tall broad chest.

“Excuse me. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said, looking up at the tall blue eyed stranger.

The man smiled at you, “That’s ok. My fault, I was looking down at my phone and not paying attention.” He cocked his head at you. “Hey…aren’t you Y/N Garcia? Eddie’s sister?”

You snorted a laugh. Jeez, was that your only title, Eddie Garcia’s little sister. “Yep, that’s me.”

“I’m Detective Sonny Carisi. We met a few weeks ago. You’re working with Barba, right?”

You nodded your head, sniffling a bit. “Nice to see you again, Detective Carisi.”

“Please call me Sonny.” He replied, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled brightly at you.

“If you’ll excuse me, Sonny. I have to go.”

Sonny furrowed his eyebrows in concern, noticing your red rimmed eyes, the tears that still lingered on your cheeks. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” Your lip trembled a bit, a few more tears spilling out. “It’s been a bad day and I just want to get home.”

“Do you want to talk about it or do you need a ride?” The detective asked, gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

“No thank you, Detect– Sonny.” You shook your head. “I just want to be alone right now.” He nodded his head, allowing you to pass by him, watching as you made your way into the elevator.

You finished working on your case with Rafael, as difficult as it was, you refused to let your personal life interfere with your career. After the case was won, you decided to leave the D.A.’s office and focus on finishing your final semester of law school. You didn’t speak to Rafael, avoiding him at all costs at any function that happened to bring the two of you together. It was too painful to be around him.

Rafael was respectful of the distance you wanted to maintain and never spoke a word of what had happened between you both to your brother. As much as he wished things could go back to how they were, he knew your friendship would never be the same.

Time does heal all wounds and as the months progressed, your broken heart was slowly mending itself. You were beginning to feel like yourself again. It was early spring, the days were beginning to get warmer and you were getting ready to graduate and take the bar exam, excited for what the future held for you. Deciding to take a study break one day, you walked into your favorite coffee shop where you noticed a familiar tall detective. “Sonny?”

Sonny turned towards you, “Y/N!? It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” You said with a smile.

His gaze wandered down to the large study guide in your hand. “You getting ready to take the bar?”

You nodded your head, “Yep, I’ve been cooped up in my apartment for hours. I’m just taking a bit of break, figured a change of scenery and some caffeine might help me refocus.”

Sonny chewed on his bottom lip a bit, shuffling his feet. “Well…ya know, I took the bar last year. I would be more than happy to help you study.”

“That would be great. If you have the time.” You felt your stomach flip flop as you noticed Sonny’s crystal blue eyes and sweet smile. “Wow, this man is handsome. Why is he a detective and not working as a model.” You thought.

“Yeah, I’ve got all the time in the world.” Sonny said as you both made your way up to the counter. Just as you were about to pay for your coffee, he stopped you, pulling out a couple of bills. “It’s my treat.” He said with a wink making you blush.

The barista handed Sonny both your coffees while you looked for an empty table. The two of you studied for a little while, but the conversation quickly changed from case law to just talking about your lives and interests. The hours flew by, it was easy talking to Sonny, you couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt as if you two had known each other forever. By the end of the night, you left the shop with his number, a date, and a kiss that made your lips tingle.

One date turned into several, and a year later, it was Sonny’s turn to profess his love for you, getting down on one knee, asking you to be his wife, his forever. Later on at your wedding, you would tell Rafael that he was right. When you least expected it, you found the perfect man for you.

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The Let Out Part 2

Summary: Erik’s gotta make up for the bullshit he pulled at the club last weekend.

[Part 1]

A/N: HERE YOU GO! There isn’t smut. Just fluff. It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die.

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CW: cheesy, blood

You checked your phone for the zillionth time that hour.

Nothing.

“Stupid. Stupid!” you whispered to yourself, trying desperately to pay attention to the task ahead of you. You drummed your fingers against the desk of the Student Activities Center and clicked through a few files on the computer before unconsciously checking your phone again.

Nothing.

You slammed it face down on your desk and groaned.

The one student sleeping in a beanbag chair stirred a little.

Today was slow, and your obsessive opening and closing of your messages app wasn’t making it any faster. Hardly anyone had come in to the SAC this morning because it was pouring buckets outside.

The rain rhythmically thrummed against the window pane, and the bean bag student began to lightly snore once more. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled somewhere far away a few seconds later. Normally, monotonous din like this helped you focus and work, but your mind was still consumed with Erik.

Stupid Erik Stevens.

Stupid stupid, you.

Stupid.

It had been two days since you’d left him in that pizza parlor and he hadn’t tried to reach out to you even once. Like, really? Were you that easy for him to just throw away?

You’d hoped that with the arrival of Monday, you could go to your work study job and your classes and finally think about something other than him, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.

You vacillated between cussing him out and chastising yourself for falling for a fuck boy. You’d heard what all the other girls on campus said about Erik Stevens. But for some reason you had convinced yourself you were special? All because you’d worked on an assignment together and watched some Hulu in your bed while eating pizza?

STUPID!

You found yourself clicking on to his Facebook profile yet again. He hadn’t updated since early Saturday evening. He’d been tagged in a photo with all of his boys that he seemed desperate to hide you from.

You scoffed. You’d been uploading pictures from that night periodically over the weekend. You wanted him to see how happy you were without him… living your damn life. Looking fine as hell too.

Ugh, this was embarrassing. How’d you let this nigga in your head?

In your heart.

Sleeping bean bag kid be dammed. You needed something to occupy your mind. You exed out of Facebook and went in search of Drake’s new album. You’d heard there were two sides and that was more than enough music to get you through this shift without obsessing anymore over stupid Erik Stevens.

You’d barely started the first track when a soaking wet delivery guy pushed through the front door and stumbled in to the center. He teetered up to you, carrying an oversized, gaudy bouquet of pink roses. He plunked them on to the desk, rain droplets cascading all over your phone and keyboard.

“Are you Y/N?” he asked gruffly, pushing the soaked curls plastered to his forehead out of his eyes.

You eyed him suspiciously from around the vase.

“Yes. But I’m confused. We don’t have an event today. We didn’t order any flowers,” you insisted.

“Lady,” the guy started. You glared at him. He was probably only two years younger than you at best. “I just deliver the flowers okay. Just sign for them. They’re freshly watered.”

He pushed a pad at you, and you scribbled something resembling a signature. He tucked the device back in his rain coat pocket and started out the door. He was halfway out the door when he turned suddenly.

“Right right. I almost forgot.” He plopped a slightly crushed heart shaped box of chocolates next to the roses and a small, water logged card.

“Merigold’s wishes you a merry merry day, or whatever,” he grumbled, heading back out in to the storm.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

You peeled open what was left of the card’s envelope and read the short message.

“I’m sorry.

- Mr. Cliché”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Was he really doing this? Or was this some sort of cruel joke? You elected not to overthink it and instead stood from your desk to smell the flowers. They were excessive, but gorgeous.

Bzz bzz.

Your phone vibrated on the desk and you snatched it up so fast, it almost hurt. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you clicked it open.

“Hoe, are you even alive??? I haven’t see you since the club,” Shania’s message read.

You exhaled, shaking your head at how silly you were being. You told her to meet you at the SAC. You had something to show her.

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!” Shania squealed as she entered the student center. “He is trying to WIFE YOU! Look at my baby! I am so proud. YES!”

She shook out her umbrella as she shouted. Bean bag kid glared at her and shifted loudly. Shania turned on him with the quickness.

“This isn’t your damn house! Go home! Who takes their shoes off in a public place? Nasty.” She shook her umbrella a bit closer to him as she passed and the kid pulled his un-shoed feet up against his body.

“Flowers AND chocolates?!” Shania gasped. “And it isn’t even Valentine’s Day!” She leaned forward over the front desk and barely lowered her voice.

“Did you get the dick Saturday night?” she inquired. You waved your hands to shush her. Bean bag kid didn’t need to know you like that.

“No, I went home after we went to get pizza cause…” you began. Shania interrupted you with an overly excited, not-quiet-at-all stage whisper.

“He’s doing all this AND you haven’t even given him the pussy yet? YES, GIRL! YESSSSSS!”

You stared at her with wide eyes.

“Why are you like this?” you murmured. You snatched the chocolates back from Shania who had already pinched half of them to check the fillings. You stashed them in your bag and gingerly tucked the note in your wallet.

“I’ll tell you everything on the way to class,” you promised, clocking out of your shift and cautiously lifting the bouquet. Why Erik would gift you something this cumbersome on a rainy day like this, you’d never understand. But you couldn’t help the stupid smile that stretched across your face as you clutched the vase.

Stupid.

You filled Shania in on the weekend as the two of your sloshed your way to class. You were thankful for her company because you’d be shaking with nerves otherwise. This was the class you and Erik shared, and it was the first time you’d see him since Saturday night’s debacle.

But Erik didn’t show up.

He’d never missed a class to date. Why today? Maybe he was sick. You bounced your legs and glanced at the door every few seconds. You didn’t hear a word your professor said.

You’d finally gotten your focus back on track when the classroom door opened and four men swooped in.

“Is there a Y/N here?” one of them called to the lecture hall. You looked wildly to your professor who seemed suspiciously unsurprised by the interruption.

“SHE’S RIGHT HERE!!!” Shania yelled, pointing at you. She scrambled to get out her phone to record whatever was about to happen.

The men moved to stand in front of your desk and you shrunk back. What was this? Were you about to be kidnapped? They definitely weren’t strippers.

“This is courtesy of Erik Stevens, aka ‘Mr. Cliché,’” the leader announced. “1,2,3,4…”

Your cheeks burned a hot red as the four men burst in to an A Capella rendition of Usher’s “Caught Up.”

Shania screamed in delight and broadcasted straight to Facebook Live. Comments and likes poured in as the singing troupe danced around you and crooned in your ear.

“Until I met this girl who turned the tables around.

She caught me by surprise.

I never thought I’d be the one breaking down.

I can’t figure it out, why I’m so caught up!”

You sat, opened mouth as they finished to thunderous applause. Shania cackled and zoomed in on your face.

Without missing a beat, your professor returned to his lecture as the singers exited stage left. You definitely weren’t going to hear a word he said now.

You splashed your way back to your dorm. You could feel your phone blowing up in your pocket from Facebook comments, messages, and texts. You didn’t dare check it for fear of dropping the enormous bouquet and honestly, you weren’t sure if you could handle any more surprises.

You hoofed it up the stairs and made your way to your room. Despite having been rained on all day, you were dreaming of a nice hot shower. You stopped suddenly when you noticed something propped up against your door. You approached with caution.

It was a life sized teddy bear.

“Oh my god,” you groaned. You eyed the red bow around its neck and the giant tag which read:

“To, Y/N

From, Mr. Cliché”

You laughed to yourself and shifted the vase of flowers to your hip. You reached down to pick up the teddy bear when it suddenly reached back to you.

You screamed and dropped the vase. It shattered on the ground and you fell backwards on to the floor, slicing your hand open.

“JESUS FUCK!” you yelled.

The teddy bear fumbled with its stubby hands to remove its head and out popped Erik, gasping for breath.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Erik apologized. He wiggled himself out of the bear, stuffing mixing with glass shards all over the floor.

You clutched your hand and glared at him. He reached down to help you up but you just kicked your leg at him. He laughed, his stupid gold caps glinting as he did so. His stupid gorgeous face looking down at you with a mix of concern and amusement.

Stupid.

“STUPID!” you yelled. “God, Erik.”

You rolled a bit, gaining momentum to hoist yourself up. He helped you even though you didn’t want it.

“What is all of this? You don’t talk to me for two days and then you do all of this?” you questioned him, blood pouring out of your palm.

“Well,” he shrugged. “I realized you were right. I was wrong and I’m a cliché. So I ran with it.”

You continued to glare at him, though at this point you were only pretending to be mad. He continued.

“I have no right to hide a girl like you. You deserve to live out loud, not in the dark. And I’m sorry. So I planned all this out over the last two days. So I could properly ask you on a date.”

Your heart jumped again.

“Obviously, I’m not very good at it,” he mumbled, gesturing to the pile of roses, fluff, and glass serving as your new doormat.

“Does the emergency room count as a first date?” you asked. The blood pooling in your hand was about to spill over and add to the mess on the floor.

Erik suddenly seemed to realize he’d been monologue while you were bleeding.

“Oh fuck. Yeah. Let’s go!” He ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped your hand as tightly as he could.

“You know,” he laughed. “I could carry you all the way to the ER screaming your name like in those movies if we want to keep the cliché thing going.”

You snorted. “Or just to your car?”

He grabbed you and hoisted you up bridal style. You were taken aback by how strong he was. No one had ever picked you up before. He took off running down the hall.

“Y/N!” he yelled dramatically as you laughed and clutched on to his neck.

“YYYYYYY/NNNNNNN!”

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