#im gonna be swamped tonight and tomorrow night and

[hikari-writes]

『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Oneshot

Winter Wonderland Collab

❝ A Very Special Christmas Eve ❞

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning: None, just some fluff, and mention of one death, and iwa being the husband material he is

Genre: F L O O F

Words: 2.6k

Notes:

- F!Reader

A/N: heres my piece for the winter wonderland collab!! Hope yall enjoy this one!!

Winter Wonderland Masterlist

Your legs swing from side to side as you snuggle closer to the pillow in your arms. The black screened TV stares back at your bored eyes lifelessly, as if expecting you to turn it on. You heave another heavy sigh when you receive a text notification from Hajime. You open the message and a wry smile naturally comes to your lip when you see your husband’s messages.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N…. I dont think i can make it to movie night tonight,,, I still have so many work to do at the office”

You correct your position on the couch before facing your phone again and replying to Hajime’s messages. 

“It’s okay hub :) dont work too hard now <3”

You close your phone and go back to staring around your empty living room. How many times has this been already, you thought to yourself. 

Ever since Hajime got promoted at his workplace, he has been busier than ever. Of course you're happy for him and you appreciate him doing so much to provide for you both but you can't help but to feel lonely sometimes.

Before his promotion, it's already been a tradition for the two of you to have a movie night together so you can relax and spend some quality time as a married couple.

Even still, he does a lot of things to make it up to you, like making you breakfast early in the morning before you wake up, kissing your forehead and cheeks whenever he gets home after work and a lot more. Just to show his affection and love for you even though he's constantly busy and swamped with works.

You check your phone again to see a new message from Hajime. He tells you that you can go to sleep first, since he'll probably be back at a later time. As you type out your reply for him, you can't help but notice the date shown on top of your phone screen.

It's nearing Christmas. Precisely one week from today. You think back on the memories you shared with Hajime from your previous years of spending Christmas Eve with him. 

Those moments are your favourite memories with Hajime of them all. It feels so nice to enjoy a meaningful holiday together with someone you love. Your smile fades as you remember back on how busy Hajime has been.

“Maybe we can't celebrate Christmas Eve together this year….”

You can't help but to feel a little bit disappointed at that realization, but you tried to stay positive...for Hajime's sake. You don't want to burden him by asking him to leave his work early just because you wanted to spend some more time with him. 

“What?? You don't think Iwa-ch--- I mean, Hajime-kun can be home for Christmas Eve because he'd be busy with his work??”

You silently sip your bubble tea as you stare at Oikawa's shocked face through the screen of your computer. After fiddling with the straw a bit, you nod your head at his question. 

“Y/N-chan, that's ridiculous! No matter how busy he may be, he can't possibly miss spending an important holiday like that with you.”

“I don't know, Oikawa….He's been busy these past few days. And I honestly won't be surprised if he's going to be busy again until Christmas Eve.”

You let out a heavy sigh and Oikawa gives a look of sympathy at you. 

You slump back into your chair and take another sip of your drink until there's nothing left in the cup, filling the empty silence between you two. There is a faint sound of people talking in a foreign language from Oikawa's side of the screen.

“I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything since I know he's working hard for the both of us but….”

You bring your knees from under the table and hug it closer to your face, covering your entire face. 

“I just...I don't know if I can handle being alone for Christmas Eve without Hajime.”

You mumble those words through your hidden face, not really caring if Oikawa heard that or not but from the way his soft voice calls out your name, you assume he did. 

You hide your pained face in your knees for a lot longer, not noticing the clicking sound coming from behind you. Not until you hear Oikawa calling out your husband's name in a panic do you finally lift your head from the safe spot of your knees.

You stare at Hajime who's still in his suit. He came back rather early today. 

Hajime furrows his eyebrows at Oikawa when seeing how you were just hiding your face in your knees a few moments ago. 

“Hey, Shittykawa. You weren't trying to make Y/N cry were you?”

The sharp tone of his voice sends a chill down Oikawa's spine and he quickly laughs it off with a smile.

“Hajime-kun, that's mean!! I would never do that to my best friend's wife!”

Hajime puts a hand around your shoulder and lowers his face a bit to match the level of your computer screen before continuing to bicker again with Oikawa. 

The scene seems nostalgic to you, bringing your memories again to the times you were in high school. You can't help but to smile softly at them, enjoying their bickering a bit more before deciding that it's getting late and you and Hajime best return to bed by now.

After you close your computer, you turn to Hajime and he immediately plants a kiss on top of your forehead as he always does whenever he comes back. 

“You're home early today.”

You comment while wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest and taking in the soft beating of his heartbeats.

“Yeah, I finished my work early today.”

He heaves a weary sigh as he replies to you, and you plant another kiss on the bridge of his nose before grinning. 

“Well, I'm glad I could snuggle with you tonight while we're sleeping then.”

You both share a kiss before going off to do your night routine. 

After you're done with your night routines, you climb onto your bed and snuggle into your soft pillow before pulling out your phone to kill some time while waiting for Hajime to finish his shower. 

When you feel a big hand being placed on top of your shoulder, you close your phone and turn back to face Hajime with a soft smile. 

“So what were you talking with Oikawa about?”

Hajime starts as the both of you get under the duvet. 

“Just catching up and asking him how he's been. He seems to be pretty happy there. Oh, and, it seems that he's still having a hard time trying to not call you Iwa-chan.”

You giggle a bit when remembering back how Oikawa kept referring to Hajime as Iwa-chan like he used to in high school while the both of you were in a video call just now. Now that you're also an “Iwaizumi”, he can't really use the nickname “Iwa-chan” for Hajime anymore. 

Hajime hums a bit before nodding.

“Can't say I'm surprised there.”

He pulls you into a hug and you close the distance between you two by snuggling into his chest. You could smell the fresh scent of the body soap he used. It was calming and very like him. 

“Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

The sudden question almost makes you flinch in his arms. You can’t afford to let him know now but you can’t bring yourself to cover it up and lie to him either. Especially because of how sharp and attentive he can be towards you. 

“Yeah… a bit. I was just wondering about that coworker I told you about before.”

Hajime looks down at you and seems thoughtful for a moment.

“You’re still worried about how she would cope with her husband’s death?”

You nod in his chest and tighten your arms around his sturdy build.

Technically, it’s not a lie. You were extremely concerned and worried about your coworker who recently just lost her husband. You can’t help but think, if you were in her place, how would you handle it.

“Losing someone as important as your partner is certainly something that’s hard to cope with. But, knowing that now they’re in a better place up there, watching over you and wanting you to go through life, full of smiles...I think that just makes you feel a lot better. You might not be able to be together now, but one day, you will reunite and you’ll have an eternal span of time to be together.”

You look up at Hajime who’s stroking your hair softly. You didn’t expect him to say all that. Those words just made your heart clench more and you pull on his shirt to lower his face and give him a kiss on his lips. 

“Hajime you’re more destructive than I originally thought....”

You bury your face in his chest again, hiding your steaming face and leaving your husband confused.

Days passed and it’s finally Christmas Eve. Many people are in the shopping district, buying the necessities for their home decor and ingredients for cooking. As always, you had bought everything beforehand so as to avoid the gathering crowd.

It’s nearing evening and you can see many young couples around, sitting together and gazing at the decorations in the shopping district. You can’t help but to look at them with nostalgia. It reminded you so much of your younger days with Hajime.

You shake the thought from your head and continue walking away. You chose to take a detour after you’re done with work today, just so you could take a look at the busy shopping district. Since it’s Christmas Eve today, you thought that you’ll start decorating your house when you get back home.

“Hajime’s probably gonna be busy today and tomorrow too so I can take my time a bit,” you mumble to yourself and continue making your way through the district.

Moments after you said that, you received a text message from Hajime that weighs upon your heart like a heavy rock.

”Babe, I’m so sorry I can’t make it home before 12…. Seems like we’ll miss spending time together for this year’s Christmas Eve. Im so sorry again, i know how much you’ve been looking forward to Christmas Eve every year but the work just keep on piling up. And for Christmas tomorrow too...I’m so sorry.”

You thought that maybe if he can’t make it for Christmas Eve, you would have had time to spend on Christmas the next day. You have to accept the fact that this year, there’s just no other way other than to spend it alone and being wrapped up in your blanket. You honestly much prefer Hajime’s strong arms to wrap you up, though.

Christmas Eve is considered to be one of the most popular days to celebrate as a couple and you truly enjoyed spending it with Hajime every year. That’s why you value the celebration so much and you honestly don’t want to celebrate it with anyone else other than him.

Although your main concern right now is more towards the fact that he’s been working too much lately. You’re definitely worried about his health more than anything right now.

“It’s really okay bb! Im grown up now and i know we cant celebrate Christmas eve together every year :) Im just worried that youve been working too much and havent had much rest lately :(( make sure to take care of yourself u hear me ??!”

You see him replying with a promise that he will, and that somehow put you at ease. You tell him you'll reach home soon and send a last 'I love you' message before turning off your phone and picking up your pace.

“I’m home….”

You open the lock and step inside the empty and dark house. 

But something feels wrong.

At the center of the living room, you can make out several colourful light bulbs hanging from a Christmas tree.

“Huh….that’s weird. I didn’t remember putting anything there….”

In fact, you haven't even started decorating yet. It makes you wonder if you have decorated the living room while you were asleep.

“But I'm pretty sure it was empty around here before I left for work….”

You look around your house once more and sure enough, it's filled to the brim with Christmas decoration. Your heart flutters at the sight, completely disregarding the odd fact that the house has already been decorated even though you don't remember doing so.

All of a sudden, you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer before all the lights in the house are turned on. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

The soft voice of Hajime coming from behind startled you a bit, but that doesn't stop the tears that're welling up in your eyes.

“Hajime?! But-- I thought that--”

When you feel his grip around you loosens, you turn around to face him, not really realizing the tears that are threatening to fall down your eyes.

“Surprise?”

He says with a shrug and a grin before embracing you once again. You bury your face in his chest and before you know it, you're already starting to let the tears and a few hiccups out.

Hearing you crying, Hajime quickly releases you with his eyes wide, inspecting your face while you try to hide it in your hands.

“Y/N, what's wrong?”

You can hear his panicked voice calling for you and your hiccups slowly turn into a soft laughter.

“S-sorry...it's just, I really wasn't expecting this and…..All this time I've just felt so lonely thinking that you won't be able to spend Christmas with me but… but this surprise really caught me off guard and my tears just started...”

You try to explain through your tear stained face with a smile. Hearing that explanation, Hajime releases a relieved sigh and cups your cheek in his hands before moving it closer to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Sorry I made you feel that way, honey.”

You shake your head and give him another kiss on the lips. You both stare at each other for a moment before letting out a soft giggle. 

As he leads you to the dining room, he explains to you how he's been busy working overnight the days before so that he can get an early leave for Christmas Eve. He wants to make a surprise Christmas celebration with you so he took it upon himself to decorate and cook all the food before you came back home from work. 

“Hajime, I really appreciate you doing this for me….”

You stroke his face and bring it closer but all of a sudden you flick your fingers to his forehead, thankfully not too hard so your fingers aren't too damaged from the hit. 

“But what did I tell you about working too hard, hmmm?? You better be getting enough rest after this or else!”

Your husband just looks at you with a deadpan expression before heaving a small sigh. 

“It's okay, I don't have to go to work tomorrow so I plan to rest anyway.”

He sneaks in another kiss, completely catching you off guard and almost making you forgive him right away if not thanks to your strong wife's willpower.

“Oh but...tomorrow's Christmas so….”

You look at him again and a smile automatically graces your lips in a matter of seconds. 

“We get to spend the whole day together on Christmas then.”

You hum those words out, and skip your way into the dining room with a smiling Hajime following closely behind you. 

“Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.”

That night, the Iwaizumi household is filled with laughter as they dine and chat together, spending their time and valuing each other's company as a happy married couple.

The End

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Objection!: Chapter 16

Chapter title: How ‘Bout A Dance

A/n:  !!!!! Guys! Guys! YALL this chapter!! Look im so excited!! im cryfin i Love THEM. LO AND THE KIDS!! PRINXIETY IS SO SMOFT!! PATTON BEING MY FAVE!! Just a breather from everything!! I LOVE THEM AND IM SO GLAD WE ARE PROGRESSING. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave me some comments! 

I KNOW LITERALLY EVERYONE IS GONNA BE WATCHING THE NEW EPISODE BUT I SAID SCREW IT AND IM POSTING IT

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words: 5944

summary: Roman suffers with some of the after-effects of his experience

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, dead bodies, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, flashbacks, angst

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“And finally, the noble prince was saved from his captors and healed by his dashing love” Roman explains, the twins bundle up closer their small eyes flutter trying to listen. “The knight, always so resilient, could never give up on his one true love” Roman recites, Patton smiles sweetly from the door, a hot tea warming his hand as he leans on the arch. “So together, the knight and the prince fought endless hours until the battle was won” Valerie giggles clapping her small hands, Remus yawns pulling the blanket closer towards him. “They returned home heroes and were quickly crowned king and king of this land of promise” Remus gives his best cheer, dazed and sleepy. “And they lived happily ever after” Roman finishes planting a kiss on each of their foreheads before gently laying them in their respective beds.

“Tomorrow can you do one about princesses?” Valerie requests as Roman tucks her in, she plays loosely with his face poking and prodding.

“Anything for my Princesa” Roman assures, the little girl yawns satisfied turning over as she clutches to her bear. Roman moves across the room to where a lazy Remus had waddled to his bed, struggling to climb in. Roman helps him in making sure he's secure.

“I want one about octopuses and snakes” Remus mumbles, Roman glances towards Patton who simply shrugs. “My new best friend loves snakes,” He says into his pillow, Roman chuckles wishing the pair goodnight. He turns off the lights making sure their night-lights are on before closing the door behind him.  

“They missed you,” Patton says, the two men situate into the living room. Roman slumps into the couch exhausted, the fatigue setting in. His first day out of the hospital, though slow and careful was still rough. Patton had been by his side most of the time, he was incredibly grateful for it. “I missed you Ro” Patton adds, a soft smile spreads across the judge's face. Logan had stopped by earlier to visit and check-in, even Remy and Emile had joined them. Alas, the one prominent missing piece, the one Roman desired the most. Virgil.

“Thanks for today, it was nice” He adjusts his position, curling up. “I forgot how much they could be, however, I love them don't get me wrong” Roman defends, he sighs rubbing his head. “I was just hoping all of this wouldn't be so hard…” He didn't want this injury to linger, to change what he was before. He loved playing with the kids, he adored striding through the day with adventure, he longed for the nights where he huddled them up and told stories so magical.

“Eh, maybe you're just getting old” Patton jokes, Roman laughs nudging him gently. “You should get some sleep, I know it's not ideal but you'll be back home tomorrow” Patton suggests spinning the spoon in his cup. Roman sits up, his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? My house is a mess” He remembers, the dark images of shattered memories flash through his mind. A coy smile quickly makes its way around Patton's face. “What did you do?”

“It's not what I did, its what Virge did!” Patton exclaims, Roman softens at the mention of the detective, his chest fills. “He spent all day today cleaning up and organizing for you, he even took Ollie to get pampered” Patton informs, Roman can't describe his thoughts. The sizzling blush across his face, the increased sweat gathered in his hands.

“He did that...for me?” Roman marvels, a bitter taste stings the tip of his tongue, a reminder. Don't get your hopes up. With the addition of the ‘Remy incident’, Roman learned that a certain lawyer couldn't keep his mouth shut. Roman's romantic plans revealed to a less than happy Virgil. “He hasn't been avoiding me?”

“Of course not silly” Patton smiles “He's been planning this for a while” Roman hopes his eyes are teasing him, a joke, there can't be actual tears welling...can there? “Hey, if this is about the gala, he was just a little surprised I'm sure he’ll say yes” Patton assures, Roman nods. “Promise me you'll go through with it?” He holds out his pinky finger, a cute smirk on his face. Roman scoffs playfully but promises nonetheless. “Good! Now sleep” And so Roman did. Patton set him up in the guest bedroom before retreating to his own room. Sleep was the easy part, it was impossible not to feel comfortable in this house. It radiated love and joy and warmth, his dreams on the other hand? Now that was difficult.

So was waking up in a drenched sweat, covering his mouth as relentless screams came out. Liquid puddled in his hands, dripping down him, unable to differentiate. The room remained still, the darkness consuming him as something moved through the shadows. The screams wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop them, they controlled him.

“Roman!” Patton's voice broke through, the judge looked towards the door, light-flooded in, an aura surrounded the lawyer. He quickly took a seat at Romans side, taking him in his arms. The judge shook his head frantically, apologies muttered endlessly. Patton's gaze filled with worry as he held tighter, strokes of comfort across his head. “Ro...talk to me, what's wrong?” Patton pleads, wanting nothing more than to help, be there.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry” He repeats simply, Patton shushes him continuing his strokes. He takes a towel from the nightstand, dabbing across him softly, a soaking feeling never helped.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” If there's one thing Patton wanted Roman to hear, it was that. “You're ok, you're safe, I promise” Well and that...he mimics a rocking motion, Roman isn't there anymore, a shell as the judge escapes into his thoughts. Hiding in fear of the man he sees in Patton's arms. “You're ok Roman, it's ok” He hopes, his own mind racing violently. It slows and he can feel the steady breathing, he takes his phone out shooting a very messy, quick text to Logan and Virgil.

“I'm sorry” Roman whispers again, too afraid to fall asleep, too tired to fight anymore.

~~~

“Is he ok? What happened? What's going on?” Virgil interrogates as soon as Patton approaches. He's been waiting by the front desk, his foot about to be shaken off by pure force. “Patton!” He gives the lawyer no time to answer, a sigh returned.

“I spoke to his doctor this morning, its common after such a traumatic injury” Patton begins slowly, Virgil instantly regains a regular demeanor, he listens. “He warned me about what Romans going to be going through-”

“What?!” Virgil cries, he can't handle this. How can he help? What can he do?

“Virgil, you need to take a deep breath” A newly joined Logan advises. “Let Patton explain ok?” Virgil nods, the arm Logan puts on his shoulder creating a sense of calm. Patton gives a supportive smile but continues.

“He's going to be withdrawn, and his temper is going to shorten.” Patton remembers “He's going to be very irritable but we can not walk on eggshells around him. I mean it ok? The last thing he wants its to be treated differently, we just have to adjust” Patton sighs, moving on “He can't come back to work yet, a-and he's having trouble sleeping and eating and-” Patton stops himself taking a deep breath. He can't help but picture last night, the fear, the absolute hatred for himself in Roman's eyes. He shakes his head, looking up. “Uh someones gotta stay with him, I just…” He meets their eyes again “I don't think he should be alone...but he needs to go home” The two agree, details to be discussed.

“So, obviously, no gala right?” Virgil adds, Logan goes to nod but Patton purses his lips.

“No he has to go, the doctor cleared him” Patton explains “But either way he has to, the gala is Roman's favorite event, he looks forward to every year. Not going would be detrimental to him” That's the last thing Virgil wants, hesitant he nods.

“Is he still...planning on...you know?” Virgil slows, Patton gives an awkward smile.

“Yeah...but you don't have to say yes” Patton defends, Virgil swallows “If you don't want” He adds, Virgil gives him a small glare, Patton smirks. “We can move him back today, and I'm ok taking the first few nights” Logan tilts his head, a frown upon his face. Even in the midst of everything, even the sunken look under Patton's eyes, the worrisome furrow of his brows, even with all of that he looked...stunning.

Woah

Ok, Logan clearly had not gotten enough sleep. Or maybe he was right, and should just-

“Pat, you have the twins to worry about” Virgil reminds, Patton's face remains. “I can take him tonight, ease him into the house” Virgil offers, though he does feel it. He wants to be there for Roman but he's not sure how.

“And you have Damian, it's ok I'll find a babysitter” He sighs hearing his phone ping “not up to debate Virge, I have to go, talk later ok?” Virgil huffs but nods making his way towards the door. Logan waves him farewell, promptly following Patton through the halls. He walks by his busy side, his hands behind him, fiddling with his fingers. Patton stops groaning as his phone goes off again.

“Everything alright?” Logan inquires, watching the reflection of the phone in Patton's glasses.

“I'm just so swamped, I have to talk to Haley about the case, I have to make arrangements for the Gala-” Logan cuts in

“I thought the committee took care of that” Patton laughs dryly, shaking his head at the suggestion.

“Please, I do most of the work and they take the credit” He states, Logan stifles a smirk. He loves the hinted passive-aggressiveness that radiates from Patton. It's nice to see him know his place, know that he deserves so much. Patton stares frozen at the wall as yet another ping from his phone plays out. “Oh god, their appointment I forgot!” He exclaims quickly replying. “And I have to find a babysitter for tonight..” He mutters, the words ‘pick-up’ and ‘Barbara’ are also slipped in

Offer Logan

Say the words

You want to

Logan searching for the courage to speak up clears his throat.

“Patton, I could help” The bespeckled lawyer looks up at him, his head cocks “I'm more than willing to” He offers, a nervous ringing in his ears, specifically with the twins but... For what seems like an eternity, Patton simply stares but soon Logan can take a breath. Patton takes his hands which are now placed neatly in front of him and squeezes sweetly.

“Oh! Thank you!” He exclaims, Logan returns his sickly smile. “If it's not too much to ask could you take the twins?” He requests a very small sliver of hope, Logans defenses fall. “I know its a lot! But it's just that they love you and know you, and you're so good with them” Patton rambles, Logan's soft spot for this quality is odd.

“But...I thought...only with people you…” He starts, he resets himself, “I thought you only left them with people you trusted” Logan recalls, the image of Remy tackling the twins.

“I never said I didn't trust you” Patton assures, the sweetest of smiles across his face.

~~~

The screeching children used to be so off-putting but now as Logan stands outside the daycare its a sense of joy and adventure. He pushes his way in, locating the front desk quickly, children can be seen running around. The woman smiles up at him, holding a finger as she finishes a call, he waits idly examining the building. To his left is the recreation area, its quite big with many different sections for different activities. Further to the right is some kind of kitchen/eating area and an educational section. The children play throughout the entire scene, some passing Logan as they go.

“Hi! How can I help you?” The woman greets, Cindy if Logan recalls.

“I'm here to pick up Remus and Valerie Hart” He informs, Cindy smiles nodding. Her fast fingers move quickly across the keyboard as she pulls up information.

“Patton told me you would be coming, name and identification please” She requests with an everlasting grin. Logan nods pulling his wallet from his pocket, he places his ID in front of her as she checks it. “Logan...Tolentino?”

“That is correct” He assures, Cindy finishes something up before standing up and making her way into the crowd. Logan watches her as she somehow spots two children from the crowd, something sets off in Logan as he watches Cindy take Remus and Valerie from their activity. A small smile across his face as they spot him running towards him ripping themselves away from Cindy.

“Logan!” Valerie squeals running faster than her brother, she jumps onto his lug, squeezing tightly. Logan kneels to greet her, amusing her with a small handshake.

“Lolo!” Remus, unknowingly, teases. A more...abrupt approach is taken as he jumps into Logan's arms almost knocking him over. “What are you doing here?” He questions quite forcefully as he pushes against the man's chest. Valerie nods in agreement clearly as curious as her brother.

“I'm here to pick you up and take you to the doctors, and then home” He explains, they grin brightly vibrating in his clutches. “Shall we?” He asks, he stands taking their hands to lead them out. Cindy waves them farewell as he goes out to the car. It gains silent quickly and Logan feels the sweat grow in his hands. He has no trouble upholding conversations, it's more of a matter of whether he wants to. But right now? His mind runs blank, he's spoken to children before, so why was this so difficult.

They reach the car and Logan helps them into their seats, Patton and him had traded vehicles for easier transport so it took some getting used to. Remus was eager to get into his seat on his own, Logan made sure it was secure. He helps Valerie next who held a pretty tight hold on the lawyer, almost fearful of letting go. Once shes secure Logan goes to move to the front seat but Valerie tugs.

“Valerie, is everything alright?” He questions softly, she struggles with her words before sighing in defeat. She lets go turning away from the window. Logan has an immense need to push, he wants to help, but how? He piles into the front seat beginning the drive, the kids speak in quick mumbles in the back. The drive goes by and they arrive promptly.

“Good morning! Welcome to the children's clinic, how can I help you?” Logan waves and carries the twins forward. They insisted they were ‘exhausted’ and Logan didn't mind.

“Hello, I'm Logan Tolentino, I'm here with Remus and Valerie Hart” He explains, the man nods.

“Right, Mister Hart informed us you were coming,” He says checkings over a few things, Logan pulls out his ID and all of the children's medical files Patton gave him. “Thank you, uh...yeah looks good. Just wait for your name to be called” He says handing them back, Logan thanks him sitting down. The twin's race to the small activity area, playing with the toys. Logan wants to warn them to be careful, to make sure they don't touch their face but his voice fails him. As if he isn't confident enough to...to take care of them.

“Valerie Hart?” Logan looks to the source, Valerie comes racing by quickly taking the nurses' hand. Logan stands to follow but worries about leaving Remus.

“It's ok! I go by myself! Rem gets more scared than I do” She assures smiling brightly, Logan nods a grateful smile in return. He watches her disappear into the office chatting away with the nurse. Logan wonders whether he should have let that happen, he feels as if everything is a test. A tally of points to determine his ability to take care of children, Patton's words breathing down his neck.

“I never said I didn't trust you”

“Remus Hart?” Logan snaps his neck towards the nurse's direction, he feels Remus grasp his hand, hesitantly moving forward. “Hi Remus, how are you?” The woman, Tora, asks. Remus hides behind Logan's leg, avoiding eye contact. She awes before facing Logan. “You can just follow me here, we’re going to take his weight, height, the usual” She informs, Remus steps onto the weight fiddling, much like his father, with his fingers. Tora does some quick scribbling before ushering them into the room.

“Help!” He whispers softly to Logan as the nurse closes the door. Logan obliges placing him gently on the bed. He giggles as the crimped paper sounds off below him. “Thank you” He recites, almost as if rehearsed.

“You're not...forgive my bluntness, his father correct?” Tora inquires as she sets up the blood pressure machine. Remus watches it frightened, his eyes scanning her every movement.

“Oh no, I'm…” He swallows the word, what is he? Friend...friend is not enough to describe..but what if that's exactly what Patton thought of them as. Or less? What was he to Patton.

“He's dada’s best friend!” Remus cheers, that works, Logan decides. “And Dada loves him” He mentions casually, Logan knows that at this age the differences between love are so sparse for children. They just see the world, the complexity of everything is left unturned, so this statement was nothing out of the ordinary. But the concept, the idea...Logan couldn't breathe.

“Well isn't that sweet” Tora finishes quickly and runs through the procedure easily. The doctor comes in and checks through everything, asking the standard questions. Logan has prepared in case any information was needed, he was surprised at just how much he knew.

“Alright, all that's left is a shot and then you're free to go” He states, Remus, who had been quite calming up until then burst. He jumps up quickly on the bed and hides behind Logan who had made the mistake of standing next to him. “Aw Remus, it's not so bad, just ask your dad” The doctor looks expectantly to Logan, it just wasn't the right time to correct him. Logan turns to Remus, placing him carefully back in his position.

“Remus, it's ok” He begins, the little boy watches him, puddles of water gathering in his eyes “At first it is scary, but then you won't even feel it. A quick pinch and it's over” He demonstrates on his arm, pinching it rapidly, no pain. Remus watches, he moves his hand over the spot, his eyes lighting up. “And, you can hold on to my hand if you get scared, alright?” Remus pokes the spot, but nods.

“Okey” He mutters, barely a confirmation “Can we get ice cream after?”

“We have ice cream at home” We, home. Logan might need the doctor.

~~~

“And welcome home!” Virgil claps, sighing dryly. Roman nods, a weak smile is given in return. “Uh, after the gala, Patton and I will switch and Ill come stay with you” He reads over their schedule, Roman gives a thumbs up from his exhausted position from the couch. “But for tonight, Pats your babysitter” He quips, Roman laughs

“Thanks, and thanks for helping me unpack, and for resisting the urge to make fun of me, and for not mentioning last night or the fact that I want to ask you to the gala” He rambles, Virgil takes a breath for him.

“Now we don't have time to unpack ALL of that” Virgil teases, Roman huffs. “As for making fun of you…” Virgil moves slowly, leaning over the couch as he speaks to Roman. “Never Princey” Somehow his fingers make their way into Roman's hair, he fiddles softly with the ends of them. “Dude your hair is so soft” he marvels almost instantly, Roman chuckles sitting up. Virgil makes his way around, sitting next to the judge. “And hey last night, it's ok...you do...know that right?”

“I guess...I feel awful” Roman admits, Virgil remains, he waits for his opening. “And, though not the ideal way I wanted you to find out, sorry about the gala thing, I know you don't wanna go let alone with me” Virgil cocks his head.

“Now who said I didn't want to go with you?” Virgil's fixed gaze falling onto Roman's eyes. Though tired, they still shimmer with amber excitement. “But why now? Why the dance?” Virgil questions, this might not be the most ideal time for them…

“Because you broke up with..” Roman snaps trying to remember “Drake! God what a douchey name-”

“And douchey person” Virgil reminds recalling the reporter he had dated for a while.

“Right, you guys broke up like...nine months ago, and this was just...the perfect opportunity” Roman hopes it does not sound shaky. Virgil stifles a laugh, Roman pushes his shoulder gently. “I was nervous until I almost died, and then I decided I didn't have time to be nervous” He admits, Virgil softens, the quiet stir of the house sets in.

“Well, I would've said yes, still will if you want to” Roman nods, neither able to meet their eyes.

“Hey uh, Virge?” He begins, the detective looks up at him. He stands from the couch, kneeling in front of it, his face keeps serious “Would you go to the gala with me?” He asks, holding out his hands as if opening a box, besides the fact that it's empty. Virgil laughs nudging, he collects himself before gasping.

“Yes of course!” He cries, they stand cheering delighted before falling back onto the couch, laughing. “Crap now I have to get a suit” He sighs, Roman shrugs knowing he has a plethora of options available. “I should get back to Dee, he's been a little antsy every time I leave lately…” Virgil mentions

“Of course, tell him his dad says hi” He jokes, Virgil, rolls his eyes flicking Roman across the head. “Bye Virge!” He shouts, Virgil turns shooting quick finger guns leaving shortly after. As soon as the door closes Roman jumps quickly, a small victory dance commences through his house. New energy takes place as the lights seem just a bit brighter. He hums as it goes, a sweet tune carried with him as he begins cleaning up a few things. He moves to the kitchen. His eyes dare to scan the room, the room is spotless but his mind is not. Moments later the door swings open full f..orce

“Hello?” Roman calls out from his position, he hears rapid forceful footsteps under him. Doors and cabinets slam, things break with a piercing crash. Roman drops his items and rushes to the door. Locking it, he turns off the lights instantly calling Virgil, no response. “Virge, please pick up” He whispers frantically, cowers in the corner, the footsteps only grow louder.

“Roman Reial!” A husky voice calls, it's shaky as it searches through the upper level. The urge to yell ‘not here’ was too much, he clasps his mouth shut with his hand clearly stifling hysterical laughter. Ollie’s whines as he barks trying to scare the intruder away are momentarily heard. Please don't hurt him, Roman begs wishing his spaniel was with him.

His door was old, it was ancient in fact, it wouldn't survive a beating. And yet, it held pretty well for a while. Well until it shoved open now Roman could see the figure, fight or flight. And yet for some reason, he remained frozen watching as a gun was pulled on him.

“Hiding like a coward are you mister Reial?” The man questions, the nerve. He's being smart, fighting would do him no good, although neither did hiding. Running, running would've been the smart option. “Shame, I was hoping you would put up a fight” Roman tried hard to identify his voice, searching for a clue of anything at all.

“What do you want?” Roman tries, the man laughs, sickly his voice oozes. An eloquent fit Roman supposes, dying at the hands of the unknown, his life built quite the same. Charging into the unknown, he winces, as the man reasserts his position. Soon enough the shot rings throughout, it's funny, Roman doesn't hear it at first but he feels it. It pushes him back, his hands move slowly to the wound clutching tightly as the red substance oozes out of him.

“One down, one to go” The man mocks, Roman watches blurry as he exits leaving a helpless judge to wallow in his own despair, as he watches the darkness consume him.

“Hey! Sorry, I forgot my...jacket” Virgil wanders off, walking towards the dazed man. Roman faces him coming back from his musings. “Ro?” He questions ever so softly “Are you ok?” Virgil places a hand on Roman's shoulder, the instant wincing wasn't intentional but a leftover. A bitter taste left to last.

“Peachy keen” he whispers his lie.

~~~

“Yes perfect! Right there!” Patton commands the men nod walking briskly away as they set up the room. Patton smiles standing in the center of the beautiful draping ballroom.

He yawns, he misses the twins. He sees them throughout the day but he's been so busy and taking care of Roman, though he loved being there for his friend, was...honestly hard. He didn't know if he was helping. He knew Logan was taking good care of them which helped relax him but he just wanted to scoop them up and lay on the couch watching movies.

“Mister Hart, you look wonderful” Patton turns ready to thank the stranger, turning bright red as his eyes fall on an equally wonderful looking Logan.

“Oh! Hey Lo, you look…” Patton swears he's just exhausted but he couldn't find the right words. Logan goes to work in a suit almost every day, it is not an uncommon occurrence. And yet here he stood, under the aurous lights of the chandelier framing him perfectly, he looked- “Enchanting” Patton mutters, his eyes meeting Logans.

“It looks marvelous in here Patton” Logan compliments, Patton nods slowly, his jaw slacked. His eyes continue to scan the man, something about the way the room presents itself. Logan is breathtaking, literally, Patton might faint. “The twins are all tucked in for the evening and Barbara is watching over them, she's grateful for the night off” He explains, the mention of his family sets off a reset button in the lawyer. He bounces smiling.

“Thank you, and thank you for picking her up and thank you for everything Lo, seriously, it means the world to me” Patton takes Logan's hand, both feel a familiar shock run through them, tingling their hearts excited. He squeezes, lingering just a bit, even as his name is called. “Yes?” He turns finally pulling away.

“The event has begun” They announce, Pattom buzzes excited releasing a shaky breath. And then it did, people flooded in, moving across the floor dancing soon the room was alive. Logan had lost Patton in the crowd somewhere, a sinking feeling in his stomach fearing he wouldn't be seeing him.

“Hey pocket protector” Roman greets, Virgil at his side, eyeing the world around him. “No date?” He teases, Virgil appropriately nudges him. “Twas a joke” He responds

“Twas not funny” Virgil replies, Logan smiles weakly. He's spent the better half a week with children, and he adores them of course but he was hoping to have a conversation. One not full of coloring and octopuses. He excuses himself.

“Look you pushed him away” Roman retorts, Virgil scoffs feeling more comfortable by the minute. “Hey, you ok?” Roman checks, Virgil rolls his eyes

“I should be asking you that, how are you feeling?” Virgil returns the gesture, Roman resists the urge to reassure him and simply nods. “Oh? The music is changing” Virgil notes

“Astute observation detective Tormine” Roman teases, he takes a deep breath “Wanna dance?” Virgil shrugs dragging the judge towards the floor. Roman feels as though his entire weight has been gone, he floats letting Virgil lead him through the dance. Roman, surprisingly, not much of a dancer. He has rhythm, so as Virgil takes point, he picks it up quickly.

“Nice, you sure you're good?” Virgil checks again, the music drowns out in the background as it becomes just them. The pair in their own bubble, moving swiftly, clutching to one another as they dance. Roman can't tell if this is real, it feels too good.

“I am good Virge please” He hopes, Virgil backs off, nodding. The music really does take them into their own world. “Thank you, for...saying yes” He mumbles, Virgil reasserts his hands.

“Roman, I didn't do this...out of pity.” Virgil wants to make sure the judge knows that, he just...he doesn't know how to express it. “I wanted to say yes, me, I, all me” He assures, Romans smile couldn't be measured. “Now come on, I need some air, too many schmucks” He jokes, Roman claps for the song before obliging Virgil's wishes as they make their way to the balcony.

“Patton did a wonderful job…” Roman muses leaning over the railing, the chill runs through him, Virgil was right...he needed this. “Oh hey” Virgil turns his head to face Roman, his arms folded across the railing. “I forgot to mention, you look really nice”

“Right back at you” Virgil quips, the silence that falls between them is comfortable, welcomed. They're so close, Virgil feels warm, not needing an extra jacket. Not that Roman would hesitate to wrap him in anything. Roman yawns tilting his head slightly, he allows his head to fall carefully onto Virgil's shoulder. Virgil pets him teasingly. “There there” He mocks

“Aha,” Roman chuckles dryly. “I really like you Virge” Roman admits, he knows it's the residue of the meds but the truth it holds is real. Some might claim it moved too fast but four years too slow was Roman's argument.

“Well I would hope so” Virgil replies playing with his hair, its soft under his fingers and Roman doesn't mind. He lifts his head up and stares in Virgil's eyes, you really can get lost in them, the ebony mystery behind them. Roman's next move could be deemed as impulsive, fast, but to him? It was perfect.

He leans in placing his hand on Virgil's cheek. He won't have to watch his reaction as he shuts his eyes and let his heart get the best of him. His lips meet the detectives and everything falls away. It's different than expected, that would happen when you imagine the moment so many times it's hard to believe its happening. It is harder to believe that Virgil, though caught off guard for a moment, returns the gesture. They both know, consciously the need to breathe but both want nothing more than to remain connected. Virgil pulls away first making sure his hand stays interlaced with Romans. The warmth transferring from Roman's hand onto his cheek allows him to melt into it.

“Wow…” Virgil marvels “You're a really bad kisser” He jokes, his eyes glossed over. Roman releases his hold, laughing as he pushes gently against Virgil. They resume leaning against the railing (and one other) both releasing a sigh, with it so do their worries for the night.

“Well, this was fun” Roman taps the railing lightly beginning his venture back into the room. Virgil chuckles shaking his head, he turns taking Romans hand pulling him towards him. Curious, perhaps. Desperate? Mayhaps. Desiring? Absolutely. He kisses Roman, wanting nothing more than to stay like this.

“Woah there,” Roman says once they separate. “Take it easy, I'm on a date” Roman quips

“Whatever Princey,” Virgil says “Come on, let's go dance”

Romans never felt happier. Should they never talk about it, Roman was flying that night.

~~~

“Logan!” Patton cries finally identifying the lawyer in the middle of the bustling people. Logan takes Patton's shoulders grounding the excited man. He squeals through a grin, his body vibrating in Logan's hold.

“Yes, Patton?” Logan chuckles, Pattons smile only grows.

“I just saw the most amazing thing!” He exclaims turning around as people eye him, his voice becomes hushed now “Roman and Virgil, out on the balcony...kissing!” He announces, Logan's grip loosens and his enthusiasm disappears.

“Oh, that's wonderful” Logan remarks dryly, he is happy for them of course, it just feels as though the world has been progressing without him.

“Logan! It's more than wonderful! Those two have been dancing around each other for years!” Patton can feel his cheeks hurting but he doesn't care, the night just lights up, the music swelling and his heart bursting. “Oh, I'm so happy” He swoons “Oh! And they're going home together and then they'll cuddle and just have a wonderful night!” Patton hopes

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan questions, staring at the almost dazed figure. Patton, keeping his smile bright lowers his eyes.

“I don't drink, I had a few sugary drinks but nothing alcoholic” he assures, Logan bites his tongue feeling awful at the assumption. Also completely aware of Patton's disdain for alcohol. “I should sit” He jokes dryly, Logan nods leading him over to one of the high-tables. “How's your night?” He wonders, sipping some water that had been placed complementary on the tables.

“Mundane” Logan replies, instantly regretting his words as Patton's grin only dims. “But better, now that I have…” You “Someone to talk to, I never really care for these events” He gestures at the room, the energy behind them buzzing.

“Understandable” Patton nods, he sighs watching as the room only grows stronger. “I'm so excited to go home and see the twins” Patton hangs on the words, stretching at the idea. “Oh! And Barb and Marcy! I feel as though I haven't seen them for ages” He moans

“Well, you don't have to stay” Logan offers, collecting his keys from his coat pocket. The sweet jingle meaning a lot to Patton. He had been here for hours not sure who dropped him off. Riding him in comfortable silence, with a light tune playing as the pair teased each other accidentally meeting somewhere along the dashboard? Well, it sounded more than perfect.

“Oh! But I've barely done anything” Patton says wistfully, his eyes fixed on the option to escape to the warmth of his home. However, he organized the event, he did most of the work he should be here, waiting it out still what's left are the remnants of a spectacular evening.

“How about a dance, one dance and then we can go?” Logan proposes extending his hand, Patton bites his lower lip before taking his hand and invitation. A familiar shock zaps them both, their fingers fitting perfectly together. The lawyer leads him across the floor as the sound slows and a sweet tune plays. A jazzy tone as they brace in each other's arms, Logan leads feeling it be the safer option. Patton, being exhausted, lets him lead. The drowsy motions of the lawyer only add to the soft touch they grace the dancefloor with. The song ends almost too soon, neither had been able to look anywhere but each other. Lingering if only for a second before applauding the night away.

“That was perfect” Patton relaxes content, feeling the energy drain from him as he ascends from his sugary throne. “Thank you” He whispers, seems their hands still connected.

“Home?” Logan twirls his fingers in Pattons, a quick tickle hits the pair.

“Home” he confirms.

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Flirtatious || Colson Baker || Part 2

Request from: @keepcalm-and-beyou

Warnings: drugs, reader being drugged, alcohol intake, bad Pete uh, I think that’s it

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to make??? I’ve been caught up with some unusual school work and stuff. I had to tweak the end a little but the majority of the fic is everything you asked. Hope you enjoy! Also, ‘Davie’ is Pete Pfftt.

Part one: https://snitchthewitch.tumblr.com/post/185035824340/request-from-keepcalm-and-beyou-warnings-drug

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It had been about a month or two since the incident at Colsons birthday and Pete’s drunk talk, since then everything had been okay but Pete had still kept up his flirting with (Y/n) which Colson was really hating, he had told Pete off because of it BECAUSE he made (Y/n) have an allergic reaction, and now he doesn’t stop anything could happen! When the party had finished and everyone had ACTUALLY gone home, Colson got (Y/n) home safely and when the pair felt good to talk about it, Colson told (Y/n) what had happened; the girl couldn’t remember due to the Epipen work AS WELL AS the drinks she had had, it wasn’t enough to get her shitfaced but was enough to get her a little fucked.

Which leads us to now.

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“I just don’t get why you have to be so protective over your best friend” (Y/n) said as she chopped a banana, Colson was leaning against the counter opposite her.

“Because! He shouldn’t be flirting with you the way he was” the rapper threw his hands in the air, “IS”

“He was being FRIENDLY!” (Y/n) yelled, the girl turned to face Colson and waved the knife around a little.

“Don’t come at me with that knife!” Colson was quick to keep his distance AND his eye on the knife, (Y/n) turned back to the banana, she picked up the chopping board and slid the sliced banana into the blender before placing everything down and turning back to the fridge.

“You’re being so sensitive about nothing!” (Y/n) said quickly as the girl put in some chocolate sauce into the blender, coating the banana slices and the milk that was already in the glass.

“I’m not being sensitive I’m trying to…” Colson paused, “I don’t like him flirting with you the way he does and that’s final!” the rapper said quickly before walking out of the room, (Y/n) was quick to follow, forgetting about her smoothie immediately.

“No, what the hell were you going to say Colson!?” (Y/n) said sternly, the rapper sat on the couch and sighed.

“Nothing babe, just don’t worry” Colson mumbled, he started rolling a joint making (Y/n) sigh.

“And there you go, pushing everything aside like it’s my fault and rolling a fucking joint!” (Y/n) said annoyed as she walked back to the kitchen, she started the blender.

“I’m not pushing everything to the side babe!” Colson said, he quickly discarded the joint carefully and walked after the girl, “I just…I just want to relax right now, the studio is pushing me hard with this next album and we’re deciding on tour dates and places”

“Okay, so what the fuck does that have to do with me and Pete being friends huh?” (Y/n) asked as she turned off the blender and faced Colson.

“Nothing! I’m just telling you-“

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” (Y/n) quickly yelled, “You are making excuses because you don’t like how friendly I and Pete are together versus you two together, so what if we flirt? I’m not fucking him, I’m not kissing him, and I’m not jerking him off behind the fucking tour bus!”

“Is that some sort of secrete code telling me you have then?!” Colson shot back, that bit (Y/n) hard, the girl blew a sigh through her nose and stared at Colson through slit eyes.

“Fuck you Colson” the girl said, she moved past him to the coat rack and started grabbing her bag, keys, phone and other things she may have needed.

“Babe stop” Colson said, the man came and tried to stop (Y/n) but all he got was a death glare.

“No Colson, if you don’t trust my goddamn words then I don’t want to be here right now; I have never kissed Pete, I have never fucked Pete, I have NEVER, and will NEVER, jerk him off. Period” the girl started walking to the door, “I’ll stay at a motel or some shit tonight, but don’t come after me” (Y/n) said, venomously, the girl wrenched the front door open before slamming it shut behind her. Colson stood still as he heard the car start, back out from the driveway and glide down the road, there wasn’t a tire screech or any revving. It was quiet for a moment before the soft padding of feet from Cassie.

“I heard yelling…” Cassie mumbled, Colson turned to the girl and sighed softly at her.

“(Y/n) and I were just having a disagreement is all baby girl” Colson said, the rapper walked to Cassie and bent down to her height, “she should be back by tomorrow and things will be okay” Colson said, he smiled to the girl in front of him who only nodded.

“I hope she’s safe” Cassie said softly.

“I’m sure she is baby” Colson said with a strained smile.

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To Davie

Colson and I had a fight, can I come over?

From Davie

Of course love! I’m at party right now but I’ll send you the location x

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(Y/n) sighed softly as she placed her phone in her pocket and hopped out the car, loud music boomed from inside the building as lights flickered around in the windows, the bouncer gave the girl a nod seemingly knowing her already and opened the door, Pete must have tipped him. Walking into the room someone handed (Y/n) a shot glass of green liquid which she downed quickly before walking to the bar and ordering a strong shot of vodka and rum and coke just as Pete clapped her on the shoulders.

“YOU MADE IT!” Pete yelled into (Y/n)’s ear, the girl jumped before laughing and downing the shot of vodka.

“Yes, yes I made it” (Y/n) said, she grabbed her rum and coke and turned around to face Pete.

“JOIN ME ON THE BALCONY?” Pete yelled over the music, (Y/n) didn’t trust her voice and simply nodded, Pete slipped his hand into hers and guided her through the thick crowd, swamped and sticky bodies, cigarette smoke and vape. The cold night air engulfed her happily as the pair came out to the balcony; a few other people where outside chatting or having a quiet moment to themselves, “so” Pete said as he sat on one of the couches and beckoned (Y/n) to sit down with him by patting the seat next to him, (Y/n) sat down, “what happened between you and Colson?” he asked, (Y/n) sighed softly as she sipped her drink.

“We just…” she paused, “he didn’t like how ‘friendly’ you and I are and how we flirt and everything, we had this big fight and I walked out…” (Y/n) paused as she started to anxiously play with a loose thread of her clothing.

“Okay, but why doesn’t he like that though? He did talk to me about it but obviously I didn’t do much to ‘tone it down’ I guess” Pete said, (Y/n) chuckled softly as she kept sipping her drink.

“I didn’t know Colson talked to you about it” (Y/n) said softly.

“Yeah, after your allergy scare he told me to at least tone it down because it was starting to get out of hand or something” Pete said and shrugged, he took a mouthful of his drink before an idea popped into his head, “do you wanna try something?” he asked, “you can totally say no if you want”

“Depends on what it is really” (Y/n) said with a shrug, as she looked at Pete.

“Do you wanna try an acid trip?” Pete asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Oh” (Y/n) stuttered, her mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish out of water, “I don’t...I don’t do drugs Pete” (Y/n) said sceptically.

“It’s totally okay!” Pete said quickly, “I’ll make sure you stay in the building and are okay, we can get you drunk first if you prefer!”

“N-no, I think I should go Pete, Colson is probably worried” (Y/n) said quickly, the girl stood up and started walking away before Pete grabbed her wrist softly.

“Come on, try something new, Colson is back at home and you’re here now, you’re at a safe place with me!” Pete said with a grin, “Just try it, a tiny bit”

“I don’t know…” (Y/n) sighed softly, she looked to the ground, it wasn’t a good thing if your friends pressured you into drugs and stuff, wasn’t it?

“C’mon baby” Pete mumbled, the boy stood close to (Y/n) and threaded his fingers through her hair softly before placing two fingers under her chin, “live a little for tonight” Pete whispered, the boy started leaning in, (Y/n) doing the same. Friends where meant to be there for you right? Be by your side when you needed them most, be a shoulder to cry on when things went upside down. Be there for a hug or for advice when you needed some or even just be there for a laugh, for photos and stupid shit like that.

So why would a friend like Pete not tell (Y/n) he already had an acid paper on his tongue from when she turned her back? Their lips meshed together in a beautiful kiss, Pete slipped his tongue over (Y/n)’s bottom lip which the girl happily obliged to by opening her mouth and letting Petes tongue glide over hers. Pete wrapped his arms around (Y/n)’s waist as the girl wrapped her arms around Petes neck, one hand rest against the junction of his neck and collarbone while the other played with the hair on the back of Petes head; a soft moan came from (Y/n) as Petes hands glided down to her behind and groped what he could. After a few moments the pair separated but kept their foreheads pressed together.

“I love you so much (Y/n), I always have since the day I first met you, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to this day” Pete said softly. (Y/n) chocked slightly at the boys words but covered it with a strained smile; did she really love Pete or was it just the strong alcohol and her low tolerance for the drink?

“I think im gonna get another drink” (Y/n) mumbled softly, the girl quickly walked away before Pete could follow her as she slipped into the crowd of moving and sweaty bodies. Loud lights and bright music. Wait what? Holding (Y/n)’s head as she walked she licked her dry lips and wiped her sweaty forehead, I was just outside I can’t be sweating the girl thought, by the time the girl got to the bar things started to turn to the worst. Holding her weight against the counter top (Y/n) was about to ask for a glass of water before the back wall of the bar suddenly looked a mile away, the rum and coke she had dropped to the floor with a clang as the girl held her head, everything started spinning as the music boomed against her ears. Things started melting around her, literally melting.

“Baby girl~” a voice drained through (Y/n)’s ears, “(Y/N)!” it yelled, the girl flinched at the voice, she started walking to the front doors of the building, pushing the heavy doors open a burst of wind came through as (Y/n) leant against the outside wall for support. Her head pounded and her vision was blurry as everything that was close seemed far and far seemed close; this wasn’t good.

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To My Hubby❤️, 11:43 PM

Babe, ido nt feeeeeel guuf

From My Hubby❤️, 11:43 PM

Babe? I’ve been so worried, what’s wrong?

To My Hubby❤️, 11:44 PM

Don’t frll gosh, um t hatt blok wih reeeeedd piant oytfent

From My Hubby❤️, 11:45 PM

I’m coming babe, stay outside and I’ll pick you up

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Taking in deep breaths of the cold air (Y/n) tried to cover her mouth as her stomach started doing summersaults, and before she knew it (Y/n) was bending forward and emptying the contents of her stomach. Sirens resounded in her ears as child’s giggling went in the other, (Y/n) sat against the brick wall as she felt her heart pounding in her ears and the contrast of the road in front of her brighten suddenly. While a bright light seemed to shine through her eyelids everything went black.

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Dabbing at (Y/n)’s forehead with a wet cloth Colson sighed softly, having to pick up your blacked out girlfriend off the side of the road was not something he ever wanted to happen. He hadn’t gotten the story of why her messages where almost unreadable nor of why she was at the side of a building passed out, he would just have to wait until the girl woke up. After the fight, and (Y/n) walking out, Colson was scared shitless, he didn’t want anything to happen to the girl without him there to help her or even just be there with her.

---

It was almost a full day until (Y/n) actually woke up. A soft tired moan came from the girl, everything felt heavy; her eyelids heavy with sleep, her muscles heavy with jelly, her throat heavy from no water and clogged. Everything felt gross. A few moments passed before (Y/n) finally licked her dry lips (with a dry tongue) and picked up her arm and rubbed her eyes, bits of eye sleep rubbed off her eyelash’s as her other arm finally came up to rub the other one. With a soft groan the girl slowly sat up on her elbows to her palms and slowly opened her eyes to look around, everything was normal; nothing was melting, there was no voices, no blinding lights or child’s laughter. (Y/n) slowly got off the soft and warm bed and trudged her way into the bathroom. To say she got a scare when she looked in the mirror was an understatement. She didn’t scream, but she sure as well stopped breathing for a good thirty seconds; her makeup was all over her face, mascara somehow on her cheek and the lip tint she wore was smudged all around her lips as black eye bags laid heavy under her eyes. (Y/n)’s hair was matted and tied together in the worst way possible; to call it a birds nest was a compliment. Bringing a hand up she tried threading her fingers through her hair but couldn’t get anything; she needed a shower and fast, she stunk, felt gross, was so hungry and looked like a banshee that went out into town for the night. Turning on the hot water, and the fan in the ceiling, smoke billowed through the small room and fogged up the mirror pretty quickly as (Y/n) started fiddling with both the hot and cold taps and eventually got her clothes off and jumped into the warm water. Immediately the girl felt her muscles relax as her hair stuck to her head and the water dropped over her shoulders and down onto her body and then onto the floor, into the drain and the cycle started again. (Y/n) didn’t move from under the water for a good few minutes, just letting the warmness engulf her and make her feel welcomed, that was until she heard the bathroom door open and close and the clink of a belt being taken off and put to the floor carefully before the curtain of the shower opened and Colson stepped in.

“You look like that girl from The Ring” Colson said with a chuckle, (Y/n)’s hair cascaded down her face from the force of the water as her head hung down completely, the girl brought her arms up in a clawing awkward movement as she tried to imitate the girl from The Ring. Colson laughed at her lazy effort as the girls arms moved back to her sides and she stood still for a moment.

“I regret to inform you I’m sorry about last night” (Y/n) said softly as she lifted her head slowly and moved her hair from her face to finally look at Colson; the man had eye bags just as bad as hers and he looked a little paler than normal. Colson smiled softly as he brought his hand to (Y/n)’s face and cupped her jaw as he moved forward carefully and almost became flushed with her body; but he still kept a little distance between their bodies in case the girl took a swing.

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry for being so stuck up, and for not coming after you when you left” Colson said, (Y/n) smiled softly as her hands went to the tattooed mans naked waist.

“I forgive you” the girl whispered.

“I forgive you too” Colson whispered back, his blue hues drifted to the girls lips before leaning down carefully and capturing (Y/n)’s in a tender kiss; soft, elegant, loving, passionate and oh so right. The girl kissed back softly as her arms wrapped around the rappers waist.

“Want to wash me?” (Y/n) asked as she broke the kiss, the rapper gave a beautiful grin and nodded as he grabbed the shampoo and got to work. (Y/n) also grabbed some shampoo and started doing Colsons hair while Colson did her own, the pair smiled widely as they faced each other and tried to do their jobs the best they could without getting anything in their eyes.

---

45 minutes soon passed and both Colson and (Y/n) had their hair washed, bodies cleaned and teeth brushed as they sat down in the loungeroom and cuddled as they watched The Princess Bride.

“Do you remember anything from last night? After the fight I mean” Colson asked as (Y/n) laid on top of the boy, her head resting on his chest as Westley and Buttercup walked out of the Fire Swamp alive, “Pete rung me when you were asleep…” Colson paused, “told me what happened. Jus’ wanna know what you remember” Colson said softly so as to not sound as if he was annoyed or angry; in fact he was far from their of those two and was mainly concerned for his girl.

“Well” (Y/n) began, “when I left I messaged Pete, he said he was at a party but I could still come if I wanted, I was pretty pissed so I just wanted to get away so I went. I ordered a shot and a drink I think before Pete found me and we walked to the balcony.” The girl paused as a confused look overtook her face, “I told him about what happened, he told me that you talked to him about toning his flirting down but he didn’t ‘tone it down enough’ apparently” (Y/n) moved a little to get more comfortable.

“And then?” Colson pressed, he didn’t mind if (Y/n) stopped but he just wanted to know if she knew.

“Yeah gimme a second” (Y/n) said with a chuckle and a grin as she finally settled, “Pete quickly changed the subject, asking if I wanted to try an acid trip, I guess to take my mind off of things or something I’m not sure. I told him no and that I didn’t want any drugs, he told me that it was okay, he’d look after me and that I should ‘try something new for once’” (Y/n) said with quotation marks, “I got up wanting to leave, I think he might have slipped something onto his tongue when I wasn’t looking because he turned me around, told me you didn’t have to know anything and…” the girl paused, she didn’t like what happened next.

“He kissed you” Colson finished, the boys hands tightening around his girl softly in comfort. (Y/n) nodded as tears formed in her eyes.

“I didn’t want to kiss back but I did because I was mad at you, he, he uh slipped his tongue in my mouth, which was” the girl shrugged, “meh, but then he said he was in love with me, loved me since the day he first say me. I didn’t think anything for it so I went to go and get another drink, but after a little while I started to feel weird, dizzy; everything started melting and I heard voices…” tears fell from (Y/n)’s eyes as she cuddled and pulled closer to Colson, a soft sob left her mouth, “I-I’m so sorry Colson, I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much and I love Cassie so much. I-I was just mad and didn’t know what to do” (Y/n) sobbed into Colsons chest as the boy held the girl tightly and buried his face in her damp hair.

“It’s okay princess, shh shh” Colson cooed softly through soft head kisses, “it was Petes fault for drugging you without knowing, I’m just glad you messaged me when you did” Colson whispered softly. The girl nodded in understanding as the pair cuddled.

“Daddy? Is that (Y/n)?” a voice said from the stairway.

“Yeah baby, its (Y/n). She’s back” Colson said as soft padding footsteps came down the stairs, “she’s been worried sick about you baby” Colson whispered to (Y/n), the girl smiled softly and sniffled as she wiped her eyes and sat up properly. Cassie came around the bend of the couch and hopped up as (Y/n) held her arms open for a hug from the small girl.

“You okay now?” Cassie asked, “I don’t like when you and Dad fight” the girl said softly into (Y/n)’s chest, (Y/n) chuckled softly and sniffled again as she kissed Cassies head.

“No baby, I don’t either. But yeah, I’m okay” (Y/n) said softly, Colson sat up properly and hugged (Y/n) from behind, his long arms came around and held both of his girls to his chest.

“We’re okay” Colson whispered softly, he kissed (Y/n)’s head as he threaded his fingers through Cassies. Both girls embraced the warmth of the man; they were okay, they always would be as long as they had each other.

#colson baker #pete davidson #colson baker x reader #cassie baker #fanfiction #angst #drug use #maching gun kelly #mgk #maching gun kelly x reader

[mytholora]

do you hear my heart beating

Fandom: Mamamoo

Rated: T

Pairings: Moonsun

Characters: Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein, Hwasa

Summary: Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

They’re in a seedy club at some inhumane hour of the morning. Byulyi has somehow managed to convince her to go even though she’s got a paper due tomorrow and hasn’t washed her hair in 3 days.

“ISN’T THIS AMAZING?” Byulyi yells over the crowd of people wildly bumping their bodies into each other and the blaring music. It’s humid. Yongsun’s sure she’s stepped on something gross. At least 2 people have tried grinding on her, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that Byulyi’s holding her hand tight and she’s about to spontaneously combust.

“It’s really loud in here!”

“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Byul makes a pained face at her, stretching back to hear her better.

“WHAT Oh—never mind.” Yongsun sighs, realising that no matter how loud she shouts, Byulyi can’t hear her over the loud music. How is she supposed to flirt with Byulyi if they can’t even hear each other? Another body falls on her and Yongsun is this close to biting someone’s ear off. She grunts under the weight of a clearly inebriated body and struggles to push him back on his feet. Of course this fucking caveman has to fall on me, of all the people in this hellcave.

Suddenly, Byulyi appears in front of her and pushes the man off her.

“Hey, watch where you’re falling, asshole!” Byulyi snarls, anger flaring in her eyes, arms holding Yongsun closely, tightly, and Yongsun feels her face heat up as she presses herself closer to Byulyi’s frame.

“Thanks, bodyguard,” Yongsun breathes out.

“WHAT?”

“I said thanks!”

“WHAT?”

“Forget it!”

“...WHAT?”

“LET’S JUST GO!”

“I can’t hear you, let’s just go!” Byulyi pulls her arm to signal her to start moving and they start wading through the swamp of people once more. A light bulb flickers to life above Yongsun’s head instantly. They can barely hear themselves in the noise, much less each other. It’s an opportunity falling on her lap and Yongsun’s damned if she won’t take it.

She clears her throat. “Your hands really turn me on.”

Byulyi doesn’t even turn around to look at her, just keeps pushing forward through the crowd. Yongsun bites back laughter and squeezes Byulyi’s hand. She turns around at that, tilting her head in slight confusion, face sporting a grin. Yongsun shakes her head and they continue moving as glee at the prospect of what she can do in her current situation fills her up.

Walking deeper in still, the club gets louder and darker even though Yongsun didn’t think it was possible mere minutes ago.

“Hey, hot ass lady holding my hand,” Yongsun tries. “Could we go get some drinks before hitting the dance floor?” No reaction.

“You sexy beast. Hold me tight. Grab my tiddies and drag me into a kiss.”

Nothing. If Byulyi can hear her, she doesn’t show any indication that she does.

It’s even better than I thought, Yongsun thinks incredulously. She gives a tug to the hand that’s holding hers.

“Can we get a drink first?” She asks in her normal voice, not even trying to compete against the noise. Byulyi frowns and leans closer, lips forming a ‘what’. Yongsun smiles and gestures towards what distinctly looks like a bar and tilts her head back to mimic the act of drinking. Byulyi perks up, nods, and they head off to a new destination.

It’s a little quieter at the bar, the air still shaking with heavy bass, but Yongsun can actually hear her own thoughts now. A familiar beautiful woman with a smouldering gaze is already waiting for them at the bar, an eyebrow raised, and Yongsun fights back a blush when the woman glances between Byulyi and herself as they walk towards her.

“Surprise!” Byulyi yells and almost leaps across the counter to wrap the woman in a hug.

“How did you manage to find me? I barely started working, like, two days ago!” Hyejin laughs, arms going around to return the hug before pulling Yongsun into another smothering one.

“I have my sources!” Byulyi says and Hyejin rolls her eyes.

“Wheein! Of course.”

“Where is she anyway? She owes me 15 bucks!” Hyejin motions to somewhere behind her and not even a moment later, a young dimpled girl appears beside Hyejin and squeals, dragging all four of them into a group huddle.

“HELL YEAH! The gang’s back together for a night of booze and bad decisions!” She jumps around excitedly and Yongsun feels her heart melt at the sight. She glances at Hyejin and Byulyi and she’s sure she’s not the only one. They are all soft for Wheein and her bubbly energy.

“Making bad decisions won’t be a problem with how fucking LOUD this place is! Are the speakers busted or something?” Yongsun winces as the music somehow gets louder than before, a remix of some top 10 EDM song reverberating in her skull.

“We don’t really know why but the other bartenders tell us it’s the DJ! He always plays the music this loud just cuz it ‘sets him in the mood’!” Wheein explains and Byulyi rolls her eyes.

“What an asshole.”

“Right?! Most of the DJs we’ve met here are really nice but he’s the only one that’s a big meanie! Just earlier tonight he…” Wheein launches into a story and Byulyi listens attentively, straining her neck forward to pick up on Wheein’s excited chatter. Hyejin quickly fills up two mugs with some cheap beer for them and is off to respond to a customer calling for her. Byulyi sends a wink her way as thanks before focusing her attention back onto Wheein and her flailing arms.

Yongsun adores that part of Byulyi that is so attentive and pays attention to details. The one that tries her best to be inclusive. The one with so much kindness and care in her heart. It was a quality that attracted so many of her friends to her and helped her to easily make more.

“I love you so much,” Yongsun stares at Byulyi and the words slip out before she can stop it. A spike of anxiety stabs her before realising that it is too loud for anyone to pick up what she’s saying. “That jacket looks great around you but you know what would look better? Me.”

Byulyi doesn't react. She’s still listening attentively to Wheein’s enthusiastic storytelling. It’s a chance she can’t miss.

“You funky lesbian, why the fuck are you so perfect, huh? Wanna fight? Wanna sit on my face? I dare you. I’m so in love with you. I’m not even joking. I would lay my life down for you like a knight for her queen, except like, I don’t wanna die, so maybe not. I’d fight a man for you, though. I’d choke all the men in the world for you. Fuck, you look so good. Marry me.”

Yongsun is on a roll, spitting out cheesy compliments and flirty pick-up lines. She says it to no-one in particular, keeping her eyes on the hyper duo next to her as she nurses her drink in one hand.

That is, until she realises her phone has been incessantly buzzing in her pocket. It’s enough to get her to take it out and look through her notifications.

Hyegi: oi

Hyegi: im on the other side

Hyegi: bitch dont ignore me look here

Hyegi: are u talking to yourself or smth wat the fuck

Hyegi: who you talking to

Hyegi: oh my god

Hyegi: SKJSHDSJFH

Hyegi: omg u hopeless gay

Hyegi: sit on your face???

Hyegi: yong pls

Hyegi: pls do not start fighting here i dont wanna be fired

Hyegi: im begging you pls stop

Hyegi: o fuk that’s so NSFW im gagging

Hyegi: bicth

Hyegi: thicc byulssy???? UVE GONE TOO FAR

Hyegi: HELLO!! LOOK HERE ASSHOLE!!!

Yongsun is absolutely mortified. Her eyes quickly dart to where Hyejin is leaning against the counter a few metres away, smoothly typing away on her phone, as if she didn’t just ruin Yongsun’s entire night in a few texts. Hyejin glances up to look at her and smirks. Yongsun's fight or flight response is fully activated and screaming at her to somehow knock Hyejin unconscious and make her lose all memory of tonight.

Yong: FUCK

Yong: dkjfhsljdfh

Yong: what the fuck

Hyegi: calm down

Yong: im gonna fukcking

Yong: what the FUCK

Hyegi: CHILL i wont tell

Yong: i will die on the spot if you do

Hyegi: please dont

Yong: DIE you hear me

Hyegi: I WONT I SWEAR

Yong: this whole time

Yong: how

Yong: did you bug me with a mic

Hyegi: what?? no i can lip read

Yong: how? since when??? what the fuck

Hyegi: took a course back in college

Yong: why

Hyegi: i wanted to be a spy

Yong: uh

Yong: ok

Yong: anyway pls dont spill

Hyegi: chillax i wont. I got u babe

Yong: thanks ily

Hyegi: ily too

Hyegi: also u are one giant horndog u know that?? fuckin intense!!

Yong: and what about it? she’s hot. im hot. we’re perfect for each other

Hyegi: LMAO right so why u seducing thin air

Yong: im just

Yong: building up my offense u know

Yong: training to fight fire with fire

Hyegi: by talking to the air

Yong: im TRAINING u fool

Yong: im like zuko and she’s azula because im gonna take her down

Yong: except we’re not siblings and i wanna date her

Hyegi: fuck u dont ruin that show for me

Yong: im not supporting incense im just saying they were both hot

Hyegi: incense im its incest u illiterate

Hyegi: ok look if i give u another drink on the house will u PLEASE shut the fuck up

Yong: a nicer one please

Yong: thanks

Yong: also zutara should have been endgame

Hyegi: dont test me because i will throw this drink in ur face

Yongsun laughs and looks up only to see Wheein gone and Byulyi staring at her and smiling. She feels her heart jump out her chest and tries to not let it show. She raises an eyebrow and Byulyi shakes her head and takes another swig of her now finished beer. Hyejin walks up to them with Yongsun’s drink on the house.

“Hey, how come she gets another one?!” Byulyi pouts, shifting closer to Yongsun and her new drink.

“What can I say? I’m a natural charmer!” Yongsun shrugs, a teasing lilt in her voice, which makes Byulyi pout even more. Hyejin rolls her eyes and walks away. Yongsun realises that it’s just her and Byulyi now. She clears her throat uncomfortably, unprepared to face Byulyi one-on-one, despite all the ‘training’ she’s undergone.

“Holy shit, I love this song! For a shitty DJ, he’s got pretty good taste in music!” Byulyi perks up. She gets off her chair and sways to the song now playing through the speakers. Yongsun watches awkwardly as Byulyi dances without a care in front of her.

She thinks she’s disassociating. In another dimension.

Byulyi? Sexy dancing in front of her as she sits and watches? Not even trying to escape? Absolutely unheard of.

She’d already be running for the hills on a normal day.

I’m too fucking gay for this shit. Is this happening? Is this really happening? What the fuck.

Yongsun doesn’t budge an inch on her seat, doesn’t even grab her drink. Her eyes watch Byulyi intensely, expression unchanging as the younger girl dances without a care in the world, unaware of the quickly deteriorating mess that is Yongsun’s sanity. Byulyi’s eyes lock with hers and she feels something important escape her body.

Her phone buzzes again and again and Yongsun forces herself to tear her eyes away from the spectacle that is Byulyi and respond to it.

Hyegi: u lesbian

Hyegi: SHUT UP ur sex eyes are so obvious

Hyegi: U look like u are one blink away from pushing her down!! Fuck

Hyegi: i cant deal with this

Hyegi: remember to use protection xoxo hwasa

Yongsun rolls her eyes. Her phone buzzes again. What now?

---

Wheenie: byul-unnie

Wheeinie: i got him to play the song u wanted

Wheeinie: r u sure dis will work

Wheeinie: make sure u do wat we discussed

Wheeinie: unnie u luk v intense

Wheeinie: ya work those sexy moves

Wheein: sway ur hips more!! bat ur eyes!!

Wheeinie: she looks turned on as fUK keep doing it

Wheeinie: lmao she’s looking here?? move closer

Wheeinie: get more in her face!! blast ur hormones! show her ur willing and ready!!!

Wheeinie: wait

Wheeinie: OH FUCK

from this shitpost of mine

after more than a year here i am...... my measly attempt at comedy..

comments r appreciated and criticism even more so because i get turned on by both

#mamamoo #moonset #moonbyul #solar #wheein #hwasa #humour #humor #moowritings #had this saved in my drafts and forgot to post it??? #mamamoo fanfic

[celesjial]

please tell me when we're gonna have part 4, i already know we killed chan

it’ll be up either tonight or tomorrow night, anon! my break’s over now so i’m gonna try my best to get it out today bc i know im gonna be swamped for the next month-ish until winter break sigh 

[livingforshawnscurls]

Killing Me For Mercy: Part 2

(PART ONE)

Hey, guys! I wrote a Part Two!

So, there's gonna be at least another part for this story to actually finish, but this can be treated as a standalone, too. Just like the previous one. So here's Shawn's side of the story.

Feedback is appreciated!

Words: 1506 Warnings: It's kinda sad? But also hopeful?

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He did it all to save me from The awful things in life that come And he, cries… and cries.

I know He knows―

“Shawn?”

Shawn looks up at the door to his home studio, startled. Aaliyah’s concerned face is peeking in, her eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed at his music player.

He hurries to shut it down, but knows that his sister has already heard the depressive song he was blaring.

“Um… Andrew was… calling,” she stammers, visibly confused at the fucked up state Shawn's once pristine home studio is in.

She shakes her head, then, and produces his phone that he's been avoiding like the plague. Shawn grimaces. “Again?”

Aaliyah rolls her eyes. “Yes, Shawn, again. And I don't blame him for calling ten times a day, because, guess what? I'd do that too if you were ignoring me the way you've been ignoring him!” she snaps at him, and Shawn simply shuts his eyes.

He knows that this isn't just about him avoiding Andrew. It's also about him avoiding his entire family that came down to LA to surprise him, five days ago. Exactly two days after he'd broken up with the love of his life, that is.

He releases a tired breath.

“What’s going on, Shawn?” Aaliyah almost pleads as she steps into the messy room, tiptoeing around the clothes he's tossed around, and shuts the door after her. “This man is your manager. You can't avoid him forever. If there's some issue brewing up between you two, you should talk it out instead of hiding away.”

Shawn hangs his head, fiddling with the drawstring of the hood of his olive green sweatshirt―the one Y/N gifted him on the first birthday he celebrated with her―and shrugs a shoulder. “I can try,” he mumbles.

Aaliyah lets out an aggravated groan. “Shawn! Stop it. Stop pretending, please, okay?”

Shawn looks up at his sister's reddened face, not catching on. She looks furious, so he hesitates for a millisecond before speaking. “Pretending?”

Aaliyah rolls his eyes, again. “Do you think I'm stupid? Okay, you might, because I'm younger, but… do you think mum and dad are stupid, too?”

Shawn flinches, shaking his head quickly. He's opened his mouth to exclaim how ridiculous she's being, but Aaliyah doesn't let him.

“You’ve been telling the three of us that you're depressed about a song. Shawn, we―and especially mum and dad―we know you. No trouble with music can cause you to look as downtrodden as you do, right now,” she softly says, her concerned gaze travelling all over his face, and Shawn suddenly wants to cower away.

“Liyah, I am―” She cuts him off with a palm pressed against his shoulder.

“I know you're about to feed me a lie,” she tells him, and he swallows, looking away from his too mature sister's stern gaze; because she's right. “But, I don't want that. I want you to be honest, and… don't tell me everything, Shawn, but just―just answer my questions truthfully, okay? Don't lie to me.”

He nods, glumly, back to playing with his hoodie.

“Where is Y/N?”

Shawn's throat closes up. How the hell does his fourteen years old sister always know? He shuts his eyes and clears his throat to make way for a response. “She's here,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, “in LA. At her place.”

“This―this isn't about a song, is it, Shawn?” Aaliyah asks with a heavy voice. “It's about her, isn't it?”

Shawn bites down on his lip, trying his best to hide his face from his sister. But just as he's opened his mouth to speak, his phone is ringing again.

“Andrew,” Aaliyah informs him, pushing the phone in his hands. “Speak to him, Shawn.” She gets up, then, and he sees immense sadness reflected in her eyes. “Come join us in the living room when you're done.”

As soon as she's out the door, Shawn draws in a deep breath and answers the call.

“Hey, Andrew,” he speaks into the phone.

“Shawn! Oh, my God!” Andrew bursts in, sounding as surprised as relieved. “I was planning on booking a flight to LA, you doofus, you'd scared me!” There's a few seconds’ silence where Andrew seems to be catching his breath. “Oh, God. So. What have you been up to? Told Y/N about the contract, yet?”

Shawn lets his head thump against the wall behind his chair. “No,” he simply says.

“What? It's been weeks since you landed, Shawn, why not?”

Shawn looks up at the ceiling, thinking back to how utterly adorable she had looked when she'd opened the door for him, that day―swamped till her knees in his favorite maroon hoodie that she'd stolen before he'd left for tour, bare feet peeking beneath black yoga pants, and hair up in one of those messy buns that he loved on her. He recalls the way she'd smiled at him, eyes crinkling at the corners, and way she'd pulled him in with concern when he hadn't smiled back at her.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I broke up with her, Andrew.”

“You what?” Andrew almost shrieks in incredulity. “Tell me this is something personal that has nothing to do with the contract?”

Shawn remains silent. It has everything to do with the fucking contract!

“Oh, Shawn,” Andrew mumbles after a silence of almost a minute. “Why didn't you talk to her about it, the way we'd planned you would?”

Shawn drags his forearm over his eyes, soaking his tears away, before clearing his throat. “I couldn't get myself to tell her that my management had selected a girl for me to date. I couldn't―I couldn't tell her that I was gonna be dating a model till the release of my next album to prove to my fans of the so-called reality captured in those songs. Andrew, I…”

I couldn't tell her that my management thought she wasn't good enough―that going public with my relationship with a music director's personal assistant who was a college dropout wasn't good for my reputation.

“Shawn. If you were that troubled by this contract, you could've told me,” Andrew says, making Shawn's head jolt up in surprise.

Does that mean…?

“I would never force you into anything you're so uncomfortable with, Shawn. I thought you knew that.” Andrew sounds more saddened than disappointed, and Shawn feels like the biggest asshole in the world. “It was just that you and Y/N had been friends for a few years shy of a decade, and so I thought that this wouldn't cause problems between you. I thought you could make her understand. Had I known you'd do this, Shawn… I would've myself said no to Baldwin's Agent.”

“Andrew, I just…” Shawn licks his lips, his brain drawing a blank. What is he supposed to say? Does the contract even make a difference, now? He's already blown his relationship up. “Does it even matter, now?”

“Oh, I think it does! You've only gone on one date, Shawn, it isn't much, yet.”

“What about those tweets?” he mumbles, dragging a hand through his curls as he frowns.

“That isn't much, either, man,” Andrew says, sounding exasperated. “Come on, Shawn. You've still got time! The major event is going to be your kiss in her birthday party. Until then, everything is just a speculation. Or, should I say was? I'll nullify the contract, straight away. You talk it out with Y/N. You'll kill yourself like this, Shawn. And… maybe even her.”

The second half of the sentence has Shawn jumping out of his chair with wide eyes. “I’m an idiot, ain't I?” he asks his manager.

“You're worse, but yeah. Let's go with that.”

A smile slips on his face for the first time in a week, and he nods to himself. “I'll talk to you later, Andrew, I just gotta…” He trails off, unsure.

What is he gonna do? Drop another ‛im coming over’ to her and just show up?

“Go see her.” Shawn jumps, eyes flying up to his sister's form in the doorway. She smiles at him guiltily, but then shrugs a shoulder. “You haven't yet soundproofed this room, I'm not sorry.”

Shawn cracks another smile, this time at Aaliyah.

“Good luck, boy. And, please, for God's sake, don't do anything stupid this time,” Andrew says into the phone, and Shawn chuckles.

“Thank you so much, Andrew,” he truthfully says before hanging up.

Aaliyah is raising her eyebrows at him. “It's past ten of the night, so… are you gonna head over, right now? Or, like. Do you wanna prepare a plan with mum, dad and me and see to it tomorrow?”

He thinks about it for a second. He really, really doesn't want to mess this up because he's already running on little hope. He shakes his head. “I think I'm gonna join my family on the couch for tonight. And then see what you guys come up with.”

With a heartfelt smile, he loops an arm over a grinning Aaliyah's shoulders and finally walks out of his hellhole of a hiding place.

End.

#shawn mendes #shawn #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn imagine #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes romance #fanfiction #imagine #angst imagine #angst fanfic #breakup #aaliyah mendes #shawn mendes love #*mine #*mine: fic #killing me for mercy #kmfm

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New Love

Killian Jones x reader imagine

Summary: AU  during Christmas time where you are a struggling bartender at a pirate themed bar called The Jolly Rodger, and one night, a musician comes in to play a set. He sticks around afterwords to talk to you.

“(Y/n) you’re late,” your boss scoffs at you. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I missed the bus,” you tell him. “Just get behind the bar and start tending,” he spits at you. So you hurry and throw your purse behind the counter and tie your apron around your waist. You emerge from below the counter and are swarmed with a flow of customers. “Can I get a rum and coke?” “Sure thing, coming right up,” you tell the customer before you. So for a while you’re swamped and you’re just making drink after drink after drink. Your boss Mitch comes up behind you and yells in your ear, “We have a live musician coming in so please when they get here, help him set up.” You look at him and say, “Mitch how am I supposed to bartend if you send me to do that?” “Figure it out,” he spits in your face and storms off. 5 minutes later you see someone clad in dark jeans and a leather jacket walk through the door holding a guitar case. “That must be him,” you mutter. So you make your way over to wear he awkwardly stands. “Hi,” you shake his hand, “You must be the live musician.” “I am,” he tells you in a thick what sounds to be irish accent. “Well, we’ll get you set up over here,” you motion to the stage, which is really only a small platform at the front of the bar. So you walk him over to it. “Alright I can take it from here, but can I get a bottle of water please,” he asks you. “Sure thing,” you tell him and turn away. You blush because you can feel his eyes on you as you walk away. You duck behind the bar and grab him a water. When you return you find him setting up two microphones, one for his voice and one for his guitar. “Here you go,” you tell him. “Thanks love,” he replies in his adorable accent. That makes you melt. “So what kind of music do you play,” you ask him. “Well mostly-“ you get cut off when your boss steps over to you and screams, “(Y/n) stop flirting and get your ass back to the bar, where you belong!” You blush a deep red, embarrassed by your boss screaming at you in front of this cute foreigner. “Well, I guess I better get back,” you tell him. “Alright, well keep your ears perked up, hopefully you can listen to me play, I think you’ll like what you hear love,” he smiles at you. All you do is nod sheepishly. “Ok,” you say. And with that you turn around and walk back to the bar.

10 minutes later you hear the radio cut off and your boss’s voice come through the microphone, “Alright all you guys we have a very special treat for y’all, requested by popular demand, the irish folksinger Killian Jones!” You look up and see him step out on the platform. “Thank you very much. I’m going to start out with one of the first songs I ever wrote. It’s called stay with me,” Killian sits down and pulls out his guitar. You take a sharp breath when he begins to sing and stares right at you. He sings about a loved one leaving you, and the lyrics bring a familiar sorrow to your heart. You smile back at him in encouragement. “Can I get a drink over here,” a rude customer yells and pulls you out of your daze. “Yes, I’m sorry, coming right up,” you turn to the customer.

A half hour later Killian says to the crowd, “I’m gonna take a short break, but as always ladies and gentleman, always tip your bartenders,” he points at you and winks. You blush in reply. So Killian walks off the platform and over towards you at the bar. “So, what’d you think?” he shyly asks you. You sigh and say honestly, “It was amazing!” “Well thank you. I’ll dedicate the next one for you, that is if you’ll tell me your name,” he smirks at you. “It’s (Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).” He smiles back, “Well, (y/n) (l/n), I’m Killian, Killian Jones. It’s nice to meet you,” he shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you Killian. Can I get you anything to drink? On the house,” you ask him. “Sure love, I’ll take a whiskey, we irish men like the strong stuff,” he smirks. You nod and pour some whiskey in a short glass. “Thanks, cheers,” he raises his cup to you. “Cheers,” you tell him. He nods and walks back to his position on the platform. “Before he begins his next song, you look at the clock and realize it’s last call. “Last call,” you shout. So you’re swarmed by customers, but Killian waits for the crowd around you to thin out. “Alright, this next one goes out to the lovely lovely bartender here tonight, (y/n)!” The audience claps and Killian begins to play. He decides to sing a cover and begins to play “Can’t Sleep Love,” by Pentatonix. He gets into the song and you are completely moved by his performance. “Somebody wake up my heart Light me up Set fire to my soul, yeah (Uh huh) ‘Cause’ I can’t do it anymore Give me that can’t sleep love.”  He sings right at you and stares into your (e/c) eyes. You find yourself getting lost in his caribbean blue ones. “The kind I dream about all day The kind that keeps me up all night Gimme that can’t sleep love.” He finishes and stares at you. The applause goes on and on and on. When it finally dies down Killian says, “Thank you everybody. Now I’m gonna play some more original songs.” Throughout the rest of the night he stares at you so intensely. You don’t have much time to stare back because your boss keeps yelling at you. “(Y/n), you’ve been distracted all night and I’m sick of it. Give me half your tips!” “What, Mitch no, that’s my tips you can’t have them,” you look at him in disbelief. “Fork it over or you’re fired,” he holds his hand out. So you reluctantly shove the money over. “And also I forgot to tell you, you’re gonna stay after tonight and clean up and close up,” he tells you. “Now I’m off, I expect this place to be spotless tomorrow,” he walks past you towards the door and shoves you with his shoulder as he passes you.

So the crowd begins to fade, and only a few people are left listening to Killian sing at 11:30. You begin to wipe down the tables when Killian says, “This is my last song, so anyways thanks for having me at The Jolly Roger bar thanks for the hospitality, (y/n).” “You’re welcome,” you tell him and continue to wipe down tables. So he plays his last song and at the end, the last customer exits the bar. He stands up and begins to pack up his things. Afterwards he walks over to you at the bar and says, “Can I help?” “You really don’t have to do that,” you tell him, “You don’t have to stay.” “Nonsense I would love to help, besides when I left my roommate and his girlfriend were fighting and I’m sure they still are,” he chuckles. “Ok. Thanks,” you hand him a wet cloth and point to the tables. So he begins to wipe the tables down and you grab the broom and start sweeping. “So…” you say trying to make conversation, “How do you get ideas for your songs?” “Well, I just use real life experiences. I’ve had my heart broken before, I’ve gone through tough times, and I just channel that into my songwriting,” he casually nods at you. “Well,” you decide on whether or not you should go out on a limb and say what you’re going to say. You decide to say, “Any woman would be crazy to break your heart,” you tell him quietly. This time it’s his turn to blush. “So (y/n), now let me ask you a question. Why do you let your boss treat you that way, I saw him take your tips,” he genuinely asks you. You take a breath and say, “Well, he gave me a job when my mom died, he was friends with her, and I don’t have any other live relatives so I had to take it. And I just don’t see myself finding another sure thing so I stay,” you tell him. “Well I’m sorry about your mother love,” he pats your hand. “Thanks,” you look up at him. “You know I quite enjoy talking to you, and seeing as you’re done cleaning up, how about a drink,” he raises his eyebrows at you. “I’ll take you up on that,” you tell him. So you reach behind the counter and grab to glasses and a bottle of rum. He questions your drink choice with a look. “After all, this is a pirate themed bar,” you tell him.  “Well one could get confused seeing all the Christmas decorations,” he laughs. You pour some rum in both of your glasses. “So, what’s life like for a musician?” you playfully ask. “Well, just a lot of scrambling for money. I try to scrape up gigs here and there and sometimes you have to travel around a lot for new gigs. But I’ve been settled here for about a year now. I mostly like it here, it is a charming little town,” he tells you. “Im glad you like it,” you smile in reply. “Well there wasn’t much to like here, but I think I just found myself quite the treasure,” he moves closer to you where the two of you sit at the bar. “You’re flattery will get you know where,” you smirk at him. He ignores your statement and says, “What’s something that no one else knows about you,” he leans in and says in a soft voice. You don’t know why you decide to tell him, you just feel like you can trust him. “Well, when I was a young girl, I was attacked by a dog and that’s how I got this scar,” you point to the scar on your upper lip. “But I still love dogs,” you add. “Well good, I was gonna say if you didn’t like dogs I’m out of here,” he teases you. He looks at the scar and says, “It’s beautiful, our scars, that’s what makes us beautiful.”  “So how’d you get that one,” you point at the line on his cheek. “Well, I hit my face on the corner of my coffee table as a young lad when I was being a crazy little one,” he laughs heartily. “Well I think it’s handsome,” you tell him. So you sit in some deep conversation and some comfortable silence. ‘Wow, look at the time, I better be closing up,” your tell him. “It’s only 12:30,” he tells you. “Come on,” you walk towards the door, “I’m sure that you’re roommate and his girlfriend are done fighting.” You open the door and find fresh snow falling. “Wow it’s beautiful,” he comes up behind you and stares out. “It really is,” you reply. You stare at the beautiful scene before you and notice a lonely green pickup truck at the end of the parking lot. “Is that yours?” when he doesn’t reply you look behind you at him and find him staring up at the doorway. With an awkward chuckle he points to the mistletoe above your heads. “Mistletoe,” you gasp. “Indeed it is,” he chuckles again. You blush and shrug, as if asking him what he wants to do about it. In respond he brushes the hair out of your face and behind your ear. He leans in and you close your eyes, waiting eagerly for his lips. Fireworks light up inside you as his lips meet yours. They feel like they’re meant to always be on yours. He casually coaxes your mouth open with his tongue and traces your teeth lightly with his tongue. He moves his hands out of your hair and down around your waist as he pulls you into him. you plant your hands on the collar of his leather jacket and pull his lips harder onto yours. Your hands move up and run through his hair, the soft, short hairs, sliding through your fingertips. Your lips grow hot with passion and you smile through the kiss. Suddenly you feel the need for air and pull back. “That was…” you are at a loss for words. “Amazing,” he finishes for you. “Amazing,” you repeat. He wraps your arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You inhale his deep scent of spice, leather, and the rum you drank. He pulls back and drinks you in with his eyes. “Yea, I think I’m gonna stick around,” he smiles at you. “I would hope so,” you joke. So you walk him to his car and he says, “Do you want a ride home?” “I’d love one,” you reply. So he reaches around you to open the door of his truck, but is surprised when you pull his lips on yours again. So you stand in the snow, you and Killian gently kissing, the snow falling around you. When you pull back he smiles and opens the door the rest of the way. You climb in his truck and drive off into the snow, hand in hand.

#killian jones #killian jones x reader #au #ouat #musician #jolly roger

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With an awkward chuckle, he pointed to the mistletoe above their heads. I bet this one is gonna turn out super cute 😊

Here we go! PS- it’s my first AU pic hope you like it! 

Killian Jones x reader imagine

Summary: AU  during Christmas time where you are a struggling bartender at a pirate themed bar called The Jolly Rodger, and one night, a musician comes in to play a set. He sticks around afterwords to talk to you.

“(Y/n) you’re late,” your boss scoffs at you. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I missed the bus,” you tell him. “Just get behind the bar and start tending,” he spits at you. So you hurry and throw your purse behind the counter and tie your apron around your waist. You emerge from below the counter and are swarmed with a flow of customers. “Can I get a rum and coke?” “Sure thing, coming right up,” you tell the customer before you. So for a wile you’re swamped and you’re just making drink after drink after drink. Your boss Mitch comes up behind you and yells in your ear, “We have a live musician coming in so please when they get here, help him set up.” You look at him and say, “Mitch how am I supposed to bartend if you send me to do that?” “Figure it out,” he spits in your face and storms off. 5 minutes later you see someone clad in dark jeans and a leather jacket walk through the door holding a guitar case. “That must be him,” you mutter. So you make your way over to wear he awkwardly stands. “Hi,” you shake his hand, “You must be the live musician.” “I am,” he tells you in a thick what sounds to be irish accent. “Well, we’ll get you set up over here,” you motion to the stage, which is really only a small platform at the front of the bar. So you walk him over to it. “Alright I can take it from here, but can I get a bottle of water please,” he asks you. “Sure thing,” you tell him and turn away. You blush because you can feel his eyes on you as you walk away. You duck behind the bar and grab him a water. When you return you find him setting up two microphones, one for his voice and one for his guitar. “Here you go,” you tell him. “Thanks love,” he replies in his adorable accent. That makes you melt. “So what kind of music do you play,” you ask him. “Well mostly-“ you get cut off when your boss steps over to you and screams, “(Y/n) stop flirting and get your ass back to the bar, where you belong!” You blush a deep red, embarrassed by your boss screaming at you in front of this cute foreigner. “Well, I guess I better get back,” you tell him. “Alright, well keep your ears perked up, hopefully you can listen to me play, I think you’ll like what you hear love,” he smiles at you. All you do is nod sheepishly. “Ok,” you say. And with that you turn around and walk back to the bar.

10 minutes later you hear the radio cut off and your boss’s voice come through the microphone, “Alright all you guys we have a very special treat for y’all, requested by popular demand, the irish folksinger Killian Jones!” You look up and see him step out on the platform. “Thank you very much. I’m going to start out with one of the first songs I ever wrote. It’s called stay with me,” Killian sits down and pulls out his guitar. You take a sharp breath when he begins to sing and stares right at you. He sings about a loved one leaving you, and the lyrics bring a familiar sorrow to your heart. You smile back at him in encouragement. “Can I get a drink over here,” a rude customer yells and pulls you out of your daze. “Yes, I’m sorry, coming right up,” you turn to the customer.

A half hour later Killian says to the crowd, “I’m gonna take a short break, but as always ladies and gentleman, always tip your bartenders,” he points at you and winks. You blush in reply. So Killian walks off the platform and over towards you at the bar. “So, what’d you think?” he shyly asks you. You sigh and say honestly, “It was amazing!” “Well thank you. I’ll dedicate the next one for you, that is if you’ll tell me your name,” he smirks at you. “It’s (Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).” He smiles back, “Well, (y/n) (l/n), I’m Killian, Killian Jones. It’s nice to meet you,” he shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you Killian. Can I get you anything to drink? On the house,” you ask him. “Sure love, I’ll take a whiskey, we irish men like the strong stuff,” he smirks. You nod and pour some whiskey in a short glass. “Thanks, cheers,” he raises his cup to you. “Cheers,” you tell him. He nods and walks back to his position on the platform. “Before he begins his next song, you look at the clock and realize it’s last call. “Last call,” you shout. So you’re swarmed by customers, but Killian waits for the crowd around you to thin out. “Alright, this next one goes out to the lovely lovely bartender here tonight, (y/n)!” The audience claps and Killian begins to play. He decides to sing a cover and begins to play “Can’t Sleep Love,” by Pentatonix. He gets into the song and you are completely moved by his performance. “Somebody wake up my heart Light me up Set fire to my soul, yeah (Uh huh)'Cause' I can't do it anymore Give me that can’t sleep love.”  He sings right at you and stares into your (e/c) eyes. You find yourself getting lost in his caribbean blue ones. “The kind I dream about all dayThe kind that keeps me up all nightGimme that can't sleep love.” He finishes and stares at you. The applause goes on and on and on. When it finally dies down Killian says, “Thank you everybody. No I’m gonna play some more original songs.” Throughout the rest of the night he stares at you so intensely. You don’t have much time to stare back because your boss keeps yelling at you. “(Y/n), you’ve been distracted all night and I’m sick of it. Give me half your tips!” “What, Mitch no, that’s my tips you can’t have them,” you look at him in disbelief. “Fork it over or you’re fired,” he holds his hand out. So you reluctantly shove the money over. “And also I forgot to tell you, you’re gonna stay after tonight and clean up and close up,” he tells you. “Now I’m off, I expect this place to be spotless tomorrow,” he walks past you towards the door and shoves you with his shoulder as he passes you.

So the crowd begins to fade, and only a few people are left listening to Killian sing at 11:30. You begin to wipe down the tables when Killian says, “This is my last song, so anyways thanks for having me at The Jolly Rodger bar thanks for the hospitality, (y/n).” “You’re welcome,” you tell him and continue to wipe down tables. So he plays his last song and at the end, the last customer exits the bar. He stands up and begins to pack up his things. Afterwards he walks over to you at the bar and says, “Can I help?” “You really don’t have to do that,” you tell him, “You don’t have to stay.” “Nonsense I would love to help, besides when I left my roommate and his girlfriend were fighting and I’m sure they still are,” he chuckles. “Ok. Thanks,” you hand him a wet cloth and point to the tables. So he begins to wipe the tables down and you grab the broom and start sweeping. “So…” you say trying to make conversation, “How do you get ideas for your songs?” “Well, I just use real life experiences. I’ve had my heart broken before, I’ve gone through tough times, and I just channel that into my songwriting,” he casually nods at you. “Well,” you decide on whether or not you should go out on a limb and say what you’re going to say. You decide to say, “Any woman would be crazy to break your heart,” you tell him quietly. This time it’s his turn to blush. “So (y/n), now let me ask you a question. Why do you let your boss treat you that way, I saw him take your tips,” he genuinely asks you. You take a breath and say, “Well, he gave me a job when my mom died, he was friends with her, and I don’t have any other live relatives so I had to take it. And I just don’t see myself finding another sure thing so I stay,” you tell him. “Well I’m sorry about your mother love,” he pats your hand. “Thanks,” you look up at him. “You know I quite enjoy talking to you, and seeing as you’re done cleaning up, how about a drink,” he raises his eyebrows at you. “I’ll take you up on that,” you tell him. So you reach behind the counter and grab to glasses and a bottle of rum. He questions your drink choice with a look. “After all, this is a pirate themed bar,” you tell him.  “Well one could get confused seeing all the Christmas decorations,” he laughs. You pour some rum in both of your glasses. “So, what’s life like for a musician?” you playfully ask. “Well, just a lot of scrambling for money. I try to scrape up gigs here and there and sometimes you have to travel around a lot for new gigs. But I’ve been settled here for about a year now. I mostly like it here, it is a charming little town,” he tells you. “Im glad you like it,” you smile in reply. “Well there wasn’t much to like here, but I think I just found myself quite the treasure,” he moves closer to you where the two of you sit at the bar. “You’re flattery will get you know where,” you smirk at him. He ignores your statement and says, “What’s something that no one else knows about you,” he leans in and says in a soft voice. You don’t know why you decide to tell him, you just feel like you can trust him. “Well, when I was a young girl, I was attacked by a dog and that’s how I got this scar,” you point to the scar on your upper lip. “But I still love dogs,” you add. “Well good, I was gonna say if you didn’t like dogs I’m out of here,” he teases you. He looks at the scar and says, “It’s beautiful, our scars, that’s what makes us beautiful.”  “So how’d you get that one,” you point at the line on his cheek. “Well, I hit my face on the corner of my coffee table as a young lad when I was being a crazy little one,” he laughs heartily. “Well I think it’s handsome,” you tell him. So you sit in some deep conversation and some comfortable silence. ‘Wow, look at the time, I better be closing up,” your tell him. “It’s only 12:30,” he tells you. “Come on,” you walk towards the door, “I’m sure that you’re roommate and his girlfriend are done fighting.” You open the door and find fresh snow falling. “Wow it’s beautiful,” he comes up behind you and stares out. “It really is,” you reply. You stare at the beautiful scene before you and notice a lonely green pickup truck at the end of the parking lot. “Is that yours?” when he doesn’t reply you look behind you at him and find him staring up at the doorway. With an awkward chuckle he points to the mistletoe above your heads. “Mistletoe,” you gasp. “Indeed it is,” he chuckles again. You blush and shrug, as if asking him what he wants to do about it. In respond he brushes the hair out of your face and behind your ear. He leans in and you close your eyes, waiting eagerly for his lips. Fireworks light up inside you as his lips meet yours. They feel like they’re meant to always be on yours. He casually coaxes your mouth open with his tongue and traces your teeth lightly with his tongue. He moves his hands out of your hair and down around your waist as he pulls you into him. you plant your hands on the collar of his leather jacket and pull his lips harder onto yours. Your hands move up and run through his hair, the soft, short hairs, sliding through your fingertips. Your lips grow hot with passion and you smile through the kiss. Suddenly you feel the need for air and pull back. “That was…” you are at a loss for words. “Amazing,” he finishes for you. “Amazing,” you repeat. He wraps your arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You inhale his deep scent of spice, leather, and the rum you drank. He pulls back and drinks you in with his eyes. “Yea, I think I’m gonna stick around,” he smiles at you. “I would hope so,” you joke. So you walk him to his car and he says, “Do you want a ride home?” “I’d love one,” you reply. So he reaches around you to open the door of his truck, but is surprised when you pull his lips on yours again. So you stand in the snow, you and Killian gently kissing, the snow falling around you. When you pull back he smiles and opens the door the rest of the way. You climb in his truck and drive off into the snow, hand in hand.