#went to the store and got yall some food since we ran out at home

[butterflyyeo]

jealous

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — angst (?)

tw — slightly suggestive (?)

wc — 3035

a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!

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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.

it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.

a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.

"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.

he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."

your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.

"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.

"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.

huffing, you responded, "why would i?"

"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."

"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.

"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"

you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.

"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.

"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.

the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.

wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.

"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.

"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.

he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"

you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."

"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.

once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.

shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.

meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.

gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.

contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.

"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.

jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."

"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.

he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.

you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.

"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.

at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.

"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.

"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.

"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.

chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."

"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.

changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"

jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"

"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.

when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.

"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.

tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.

you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.

jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.

"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.

what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.

the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.

when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.

you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.

it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.

slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.

"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.

you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."

"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.

you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."

he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.

the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.

"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.

"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.

"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.

"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.

changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.

"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."

changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"

"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.

you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.

"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.

you laughed, "i'm your only sister."

he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"

"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.

chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.

"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.

chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.

you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."

you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."

the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"

you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.

you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.

which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.

you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?

since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.

"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."

"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.

you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."

"oh? worried now?" he toyed.

"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.

his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."

you scoffed, "that's what he said."

"he told you?" jisung asked.

"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.

"they're not back?"

you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"

"yeah." he began.

"what would you like?" you asked.

"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."

it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."

"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.

"but, chan is my brother." you said.

"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.

"what about changbin?" you asked.

"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.

"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.

he smirked, "but i owe you everything."

#han jisung x reader #han jisung #han #stray kids han #stray kids scenarios #han jisung angst #han angst #stray kids imagines #han jisung fluff #han jisung scenarios

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of My League [Part 4]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: ~3.2k 

Summary: Why on Earth does everyone think you and Spencer are dating? That’s just ridiculous! Right?

Warning(s): the pining is strong with this one, alcohol consumption, i think there were like one or two swear words?? pretty tame

Author’s Note: OH MY GOD WE’RE BACK AGAIN!!!!! yeah it’s been WAyy too long I’m so sorry guys. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!!! I’m almost done with the next part so the wait won’t be NEARLY as bad this time around. Ok love yall hope you like it!!!

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The play was a lovely way to spend your evening. You could hear Spencer beside you muttering the words along with the actors. The monologues were beautiful coming from the talent on stage, but it was nothing compared to your best friend’s whispers when he thought you couldn’t hear him. You looked straight ahead to the stage, fearing that he’d stop if you indicated that you were listening, but you still felt his eyes on you as he gently uttered, “I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.”

Hearing the words you had read and swooned over countless times before coming from Spencer’s soft voice made a shiver run down your spine. 

Spencer Reid did not just give you chills, that did not just happen, you told yourself.

The chill that ran across your body contrasted nicely with heat in your face when you felt his gaze roll over your features. You didn’t always like the feeling when someone’s eyes were on you, but something about it being Spencer’s eyes felt… right. You weren’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. You found yourself being overjoyed in your seat, but you couldn’t tell yourself why.

Or at least you refused to.

When the show ended, Spencer led you out the door you entered from, and you left the library with a dopey smile on your face as you stepped into the chilly autumn night. The sun had gone down during the play and the streetlamps glowed white against the black sky. 

“You hungry?” Spencer asked.

“Starving.”

“It’s a little late for dinner, you think we’ll find a place?”

“It’s only eight o’clock, there’s gotta be somewhere.”

“A McDonald’s maybe?”

You laughed harder than you normally would, but his smile when he made his joke pulled an airy giggle from your lungs that you had no control over.

You wandered for blocks, finding restaurants that were still busy with long waits. A cute ice cream shop caught both your eyes from across the street and you and Spencer thought the same exact thing.

Some things really didn’t change since you were kids.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Of course I am, Y/N, why are we still on this side of the street?”

You crossed the road together, way too excited for grown adults to be about having ice cream for dinner. There was a line, but it was only a few people long, so you decided to wait for this more than worth it opportunity. As you approached the store, a young family was leaving. The daughter, a young girl in a pink sweater, was so focused on her cake batter flavored cone, she didn’t realize she dropped her stuffed rabbit. Spencer nearly stepped on it, but he picked it up and called after the family. They didn’t hear him, so he went after them and tapped the father on the shoulder.

“Hi, sorry, I think she dropped this.”

“Oh my goodness, Lucy, you dropped your bunny!” The mother shrieked.

“Thank you so much, really,” said Lucy’s dad, “Say thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Lucy took the toy from Spencer and smiled.

About ten feet behind the scene, you were losing it. Spencer turned around after the family left and made a face while you laughed your ass off. 

“That was the cutest thing I have ever seen!” You giggled as he held the door open for you, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Spencer cracked a smile and bit his lips, gaze dropping to the floor as he blushed.

Okay, maybe that was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“I miss when Jamie was that little. He was so cute!”

“He’s still a cute kid!” The line moves forward, you’re next up. 

“Well, yeah, of course, he is! But now he knows what words mean and that’s not as funny.”

“Children learn through imitation, so it makes sense he copied things you did and said because you're his mom, he looks up to you.”

“He looks up to you, too, you know.” The family in front of you got their ice cream and left, leaving you to order, “Can I get a sugar cone of cookies and cream?” The girl behind the counter nodded and scooped your ice cream. She then turned to a catatonic Spencer, who was staring at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted. He snapped out of it and ordered a cup of rocky road with extra marshmallow fluff on top.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked as you pulled out your credit card.

“Paying for our ice cream, what does it look like?”

“No, I’ll pay—” He reached for his pocket, but was too slow.

“Oops, too late,” you said, swiping your card and smirking. The girl behind the counter smiled and waved to you as you left. 

“Did you mean that? Jamie looks up to me?” 

You turned to look at Spencer, whose eyes were full of stars as he grinned back at you, “Yeah! Of course, he does!”

“Really?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised, Spencer, you’re like his real-life superhero. You saved his life, genius, he wants to be just like you.”

“He wants to be a profiler?”

“Not necessarily. He thinks you’re a secret agent. Like a spy.”

Spencer chuckled, “And how do you feel about that?”

“Oh, it’s terrifying, I hate it.”

“Yep,” Spencer spooned some ice cream into his mouth, “That’s what I thought.”

“I mean, Jesus, Spence, I get retroactive heart attacks from all the shit you tell me about your cases, I don’t know if I want my kid getting into that. I’d worry even more than I already do.”

“You worry about me?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re my best friend, genius! Of course, I worry about you!”

You finished your ice creams on the metro and walked home in comfortable silence. As you turned the corner onto your block, you grinned up at Spencer.

“Thanks for playing tour guide today. I had fun. Haven’t gone out with friends since I moved here.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t have any friends here to go out with.”

His eyebrows jumped as he sputtered out a sentence, “Oh. W-well why don’t you come out with the team and me sometime?”

“No, they’re your friends I wouldn’t wanna intrude—”

“You wouldn't be intruding, you're my friend too.”

“Spence—”

“One of my teammates is having a dinner party tomorrow night. He’s a great cook and would love to meet you.”

You dug around your bag for your keys,  “I don’t know anyone else on the team!”

“You know JJ! And Derek, too. He’s been asking about you.” Spencer’s eyes dropped to his shoes again as your welcome mat became way more interesting than your face.

“Really?” He pursed his lips and nodded. You thought it over for a moment and decided, “Fine. Text me a time and address.”

His eyes snapped back to yours, “No, I-I’ll pick you up.”

“Woah woah woah, you’re gonna drive me around?” You laughed in disbelief, “Sorry, Doc, I know our whole dynamic has changed a bit ‘cuz we’re both grown-ups now, but I’m not sure either of us is quite ready for that.”

His smile finally flashed back across his face, “Come on, I owe you.”

“For what?”

“You bought the ice cream!” His voice was high pitched.

You matched his tone, “You took me to the Shakespeare library!”

“You took me to McDonald’s 106 times in high school! I’m sure the amount of money you spent on my food could buy the whole gift shop!”

Your jaw fell open, “You counted?”

“I can’t help it!”

You rolled your eyes, failing to fight back a grin, “Goodnight, genius.”

He bit his lips and smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You jam the key in your door and push it open, closing it with your body as you sigh, leaning your head back against it.

“That good, huh?” Said a voice from the living room, causing you to jump.

“Jesus, mom, what are you still doing up?” You sigh, clutching your chest.

“Well, I put Jamie to bed, I figured I’d wait up for you so I can hear about your date!”

“Wh- mom, what are you talking about?”

“With Spencer! How was your date?”

“That wasn’t a date!”

“Really? So you guys just walked around for hours in silence doing nothing?”

“We didn’t just walk around!”

“So what’d you guys do?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh my god, mom.”

“You’re not denying anything!”

“Mom!” 

“You can tell me, it’s just us girls.”

“He took me to the Shakespeare Library! We got ice cream! That’s it! Nothing happened!”

“Shakespeare Library? Ice cream?” her eyebrows darted up so far it was almost like a cartoon character, “Toots, that’s not nothing!”

“It’s nothing. We just saw a play-”

“What play?”

“Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Your mother closed her book and tossed it next to her on the couch. “Oh! You mean your favorite! Silly me for thinking this was a romantic outing!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Who paid for the ice cream?”

“I did.”

“Did he offer?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t let him.”

Your mother sighed, “You’re telling me it wasn’t a date, but all I’m hearing is that Spencer thought it was.”

“Then why didn’t he make a move?”

“So many reasons! He’s shy! He’s a gentleman! Maybe he thought you weren’t into him.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

Is everyone a profiler now? God!

“Mom, it’s getting late, I walked the length of the city today, I’m going to bed. You can stay over if you don’t wanna drive, but I’m getting some sleep.”

“Right, you need to be rested for tomorrow night. Got a dinner party to go to!”

“Were you listening?”

“The window was open just a crack, I may have heard some of the conversation.”

“Jesus…”

“What? You’re meeting his friends already, this is big.”

You groaned, dragging your feet up the stairs to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes, and hopping in the shower before cozying up for bed. Whether or not you wanted to admit your mom was right, you knew she was. And that terrified you. 

             (Spencer’s POV)

I rang the doorbell of her house at exactly 6:30, just like I said I would. Seconds later, the door swung open and revealed her smiling face shimmering with her makeup. I took in her outfit, a cute floral dress reaching the tops of her knees. I tried to make sure my eyes didn’t linger on the neckline for too long when I noticed a thin silver chain resting on her collarbone. A small heart-shaped pendant dangled from it. 

“Wow.” Was all I could manage, “You look—”

“Totally overdressed, right? Cuz I can dress this down a bit, I just need to change the shoes and throw on a jacket. You know what? I have another dress upstairs I’ll just cha—”

“No, Y/N, you look…” Beautiful, enchanting, stunning, like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, I thought about saying all of that, but instead, I just said, “Great.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I tried to say it as sincerely as possible, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep!” She reached around the door to take a denim jacket from a hook on the wall, throwing it over her shoulders, “Lemme just get my purse—” she glanced around the room and cut herself off with a groan.

“What?”

“I left my bag in my room. Here, come inside, it’s chilly out.” She rushed down the hall to hurry up the stairs to what I’d assume was her bedroom. I stepped across the threshold and into the warm home. There was a faint glow of light from the kitchen, where a child’s laugh bubbled from the room. I followed the sound and found Jamie and Mrs. L/N sitting at the table doing a puzzle.

“Oh, hi, Spencer!” She called.

“Doctor Spencer!” Jamie jumped up from his seat and ran to me, wrapping his arms around my legs. 

“Hey, little man!” I ruffled his hair and flashed a grin to Y/N’s mom. 

I heard the tapping of shoes descending the stairs behind me, “Okay, got everything, you ready?”

I quickly turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice and saw her smiling at Jamie beside me.

“Goodnight, Jamie-baby, I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Have fun with grandma,” she cooed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Goodnight!”

“Bye, buddy!” 

“Bye, Doc!”

“Have fun you two, be safe!” Y/N’s mom grinned as she waved us away.

“Oh my god, mom, stop.”

“Okay! Goodnight, my loves!”

“Goodnight!”

Y/N marched out the door and followed the path down to the street, where my car was parked.

“Last chance, Doc, want me to drive instead?”

I passed her to open the passenger side door for her, “Not a chance, I promised.”

“What a gentleman! Now let’s see if we make it there in one piece first.”

The laugh I let out was half-mockery, half-nerves, as I was not the best driver. I had a Ph.D. in engineering and understood more about physics than most people, but that doesn’t mean I knew how to focus well enough to apply that knowledge. When it is literally impossible for me to forget that I have a 1 in 96 chance of dying in a car accident, my hypervigilance does more harm than good.

“So who am I meeting? Who’s on your team?”

My anxieties were somewhat quelled by the sound of her voice, allowing me to pull my thoughts away from the possibility of becoming one of the 20% of fatal car crashes that occur in intersections.

“Well, you already know JJ and Garcia. Hotch, my boss—”

“Tall, dark, handsome? Never smiles?” 

I chuckled, “That’s the guy.”

“He seems fun at parties.”

“He’s actually not that bad. Just a bit too serious sometimes.”

“Okay, and who haven’t I met?”

“The host, David Rossi, Emily, you’ll love them.”

“Is Derek coming?”

IQ of 187 and I still don’t think anyone could have explained to me why that upset me as much as it did. It’s not like Y/N was my girlfriend or anything, she was allowed to want Derek, most girls did, so there was no reason for me to be jealous. She wasn’t mine to lose.

“Yeah. He’ll be there.”

We pulled up to Rossi’s mansion a few minutes later, after riding in semi-awkward silence. She waited for me next to her side of the car, not wanting to walk up to the door by herself. I reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as I drew closer. She gave me a tight-lipped smile before dropping her eyes to the ground between us.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous, what if they don’t like me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, what’s not to love?” I didn’t even realize how much I meant those words at the time, so I doubt she understood how serious I was, but her smile softened and her shoulders relaxed slightly under my touch. I led her up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Shortly after, Garcia opened the door and beamed at the two of us.

“You’re here! Oh my goodness, so nice to see you again!” She pulled Y/N into a hug that she very quickly accepted. 

“Hi, Penelope, good to see you too.” She pulled away and grinned at me, the worry mostly drained from her eyes now. 

“Come here, boy genius, you get one too!” She wrapped her arms around my waist and my face found its place in her blonde curls. We all went inside and saw the whole team sitting around a coffee table with glasses of wine in their hands. JJ put her glass on the table and got up from her seat on the cushy leather couch to hug Y/N. 

“You’re not one of mine, are you?” Rossi sipped his drink and eyed Y/N.

“Um, this is Y/N, my uh, my friend.” I stammered.

“Ah! You’re the doctor’s little lady friend I’ve heard so much about!” Rossi put his scotch down on the table and crossed the room to kiss her on both cheeks, “Lovely to meet you, bella, I’m—”

“David Rossi. Yes, Spencer’s told me about you. Nice to meet you,” she grinned, shaking his hand.

“Ah,” he scoffed, “call me Dave.”

“What? No fair!” Emily piped up, taking a big sip of wine, “You just met her and she gets ‘Dave’ privileges? I’ve worked with you for months!”

“Emily, look me in the eyes and try to call me Dave.” She looked at him and opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but she just took another sip while JJ and Morgan laughed at her.

Hotch flashed a rare smile to Y/N, “Good to see you again.”

“Yes! Glad it’s under better circumstances, Agent Hotchner.”

“Me too. And please,” he extended a hand to her, “call me Aaron.”

This time it was Morgan who spoke up, “No way! Only Rossi calls you by your first name!”

“And me,” Emily mumbled.

“And now Y/N, too.”

“I’m honored, Aaron.”

Looking at her face now all remaining anxiety had just about vanished. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and now she was finally listening to me. Rossi called us all to the kitchen where he told us to grab a plate so he could serve us before we sat down at the table. He gave us each a plate of his famous spaghetti carbonara before taking his seat at the head of the table. The team all chatted about their lives, as we ate. Hotch showed Y/N pictures of Jack on his phone, Emily probed JJ about Will, Morgan, and Rossi poked fun at me for bringing Y/N, but I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them. Plates were cleaned, stories were told, and wine bottles were emptied. Mostly by Emily and Y/N.

JJ was the one to try to cut them off, “Don’t you have to drive this one home?” She gestured to me.

She put her hands up defensively, “He picked me up.”

“Reid, you hate driving!” Garcia pointed out, prompting Morgan to spare a knowing glance to Rossi.

“You do?”

“I don’t hate it, I just prefer not to.” I was a profiler, but that didn’t mean I was a good liar.

“Spence, I offered to drive you.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t mind.”

Her eyes lingered on me for another moment before taking another sip of wine and resuming her conversation with Emily. I knew they’d get along. Towards the end of the night, Rossi proposed a toast.

“To familia.”

Y/N smiled, staying quiet.

“Oh, come on now, you too, bella.” He raised his glass to her and clinked the crystal, “You’re stuck with us now, get over it.”

“I’m not complaining, Dave.” Her words were to Rossi, but she never stopped looking at me. Probably just had a bit too much to drink.

Right?

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[hockeytrashgoblin]

Just One Date? ~ Part 3

A/N: Hi yall! What’s that? uploading on part at like 3 am and then another the next day? Yes. Because I never sleep because I only get inspiration in the middle of the night or when I have something important to do. Anyway this one is super fluffy and cute because I’m still on my lonely cute shit. so enjoy lol because the next one is all smut oops

Planning a date good enough for a professional hockey player was harder than I anticipated. Everything I thought of sounded stupid. It didn’t help that the boys were not as helpful to me as they were to Alex. Apparently I was really easy to figure out what I could like and Alex was harder. Arguing that they’ve known him for a long time absolutely still did not help me so I just decided to go with something I had really wanted to do for a while that would be cool for pictures after. A fun crafty thing. Hopefully he’d find it fun.

Another thing I wasn’t anticipating was that Alex posted some of the pictures he took of me when we were riding horses on his instagram. The hate I was getting..my god. And the teasing from the boys was borderline unbearable. Another reason why they were not so helpful was that they just wanted to tease me about how happy I looked to be hanging out with Alex. I told them I was happy about the horse but they didn’t buy it. I told Alex to delete them so he wouldn’t have to look at so much negativity on his social media but he refused because he liked them.

“But Alex, those girls are so mad.”

“Yeah so? They couldn’t expect me to stay alone forever.”

“But,”

“Babe I’m not bothered.”

“They keep guessing and trying to piece shit together though.”

“Let them. I told you before, I like you. They were bound to all find out about you eventually.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?”

“It bothers me that some are saying mean things about you but I don’t care at all about what they say about me. I deal with this shit every day so I don’t really care to be completely honest. It’s all just meaningless words that no one would ever say to your face (y/n).” 

“I guess so.”

“And if they do say it to your face rock their shit.” I could hear the smile through the phone and it was contagious.

“They wouldn’t even know what hit em.”

“They’d get destroyed before they even knew to be scared of you. Feisty little thing you are.”

It was a couple days since then and even sportsnet had covered the story. Which was ridiculous. What on earth did I have to do with the sport? Not a single thing but everyone was claiming I was just some dumb gold digger. It was annoying but I knew it wasn’t true. Alex was right that it was all just stupid but I still was determined to make sure that this date was good even though it would have to be more on the cheap side. I was standing in the middle of a Michael’s craft store when I pulled my phone out to call Alex.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi Tuchy.”

“You’re not calling to cancel are you?”

“What? No? Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just not like you to actually call me if you’re going to see me later.”

“Oh well I need to know what size you are.”

“My size in what?”

“Jean jacket and shirt.”

“Okay well I’d say large for both probably why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to know how fat you are.” I said putting the correct sizes in my cart.

“Rude.” he said, making me giggle and him laugh. “For real though why?”

“You’re just going to have to wait and see. Oh yeah! Wear either black clothes or old clothes you don’t care about wrecking.”

“What the fuck are we doing today?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“If you’re doing this to get back at me just know that it’s working and I am worried and slightly annoyed.”

“Good.” I said with a laugh. “I gotta go, I’ll see you in a couple hours yeah?”

“Yeah I should be there around 1.”

“Do you want food or will you eat before?”

“Do you have something planned for food?”

“No but I can plan if you want food here.”

“Don’t worry about it then. Shea is making some food, I’ll just take some of his before I come over. See you soon.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye beautiful.”

I hung up the phone and went over the the checkout, paying for all the things I needed. Once I was done with that I went to a grocery store to get some snacks as well as some healthier food. I was thinking of just asking him to stay over so I got stuff to make a healthy dinner for him too. Now I know what you’re thinking and no it wasn’t because I wanted to sleep with him. Even though I did. Don’t get that mixed up I definitely wanted to but not necessarily yet. I just really liked being cuddled up with him when there was nothing else we had to do. 

I made one more stop on the way home which was to the dollar store so I could get a few things that didn’t need to be quite so expensive. Once I had everything I went back to my place and started setting things up in the backyard. I lost track of time and it was only a few minutes until alex was supposed to get there and I still wasn’t changed. I ran into the house and put on a pair of baggy shorts that didn’t really fit me anymore with an old black shirt I used for hair dye. I was fighting to put my hair up in a ponytail that looked good when I heard the a knock on the door and just gave up. I highly doubted he was going to really care what my hair looked like and if he did then I don’t know I’d just punch him or something. Just kidding I would never punch Alex.

“Hi gorgeous.” he said when I opened the door. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before looking me up and down. “Looking cute.”

“Shut up.” I said blushing.

“Never.” he walked into the house and I locked the door behind us. 

I took the time to look at him. He was wearing black gym shorts and a plain black t-shirt. Simple but he looked really good. The shirt tight on his arms and his shorts really making his butt look good. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t help it. 

“If you took a picture it would last longer.” he said winking at me making me blush even more.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” he came over hugging me and giving me a soft kiss. “I don’t mind if you want to look.”

“You just look really good.” I said giving him another kiss.

“Thank you baby, I appreciate it.” We just stood there hugging for a minute before he spoke up again. “Okay so what are we doing today that had so many weird and vague instructions for me?”

“Come this way!” I said dragging him to the backyard.

“What’s all this?”

“We’re gonna tie dye some stuff! That’s why I needed to know what size you were, to get a shirt and jacket. I thought it would be a fun thing to do together.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to be any good at it but it looks fun! I’ve never done it before.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be good at it either. I haven’t done it since I was like 10.” I said smiling at him. “I’m sorry it’s not big or fancy. I’ll have to save up money for that kind of stuff.”

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind having a lowkey date where we do something like this. Come on show me how to do this?”

“Okay so I set everything up already but I didn’t do the elastics because I didn’t know what kind of pattern you wanted or anything.”

“I think I’ll just go with the classic for my shirt. The swirly pattern.”

“Okay then come here.” I said kneeling on the ground in front of the shirts. He kneeled on the other side of it and held his shirt. “So what we’re gonna do for that is lay it down, pinch it in the middle and start twisting it like this. You do it though.”

“Just like this? What about the extra parts on the side?”

“Just tuck them in like this.”

“Now what?”

“Just put some elastic bands all over it to hold it together.”

“Why?”

“That’s the tie part babe. Plus it’ll keep little parts of the shirt white. So like if you did 4 elastics let’s say, there would probably be four white lines on the design.”

“Okay but what should I do?”

“Whatever you want Alex. That’s the fun of it.”

“If you say so.”

He started to put on elastics while I got to work on mine. I decided to do a crumple design and see if I could make that work. I scrunched up the shirt and then started putting elastics too. Alex was already done and I noticed him holding his phone up.

“Alex are you taking pictures again?”

“Maybe.” he said smiling which made me roll my eyes but smile too.

“You gonna post em?”

“Maaaybe.” he said smiling wider.

“Get back over here you ween it’s time to tie dye.” I said giving him finger guns, making him laugh. 

“I can’t believe I got that on a video. You’re hilarious, beautiful.”

“What colours are you gonna do?”

“I think for this one I’m going to do a bunch of the colours. Just throw them all on there and see what happens.”

“Yeah fair. Sounds cool.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m planning on doing some yellow and purple I think on this one. Maybe add some green too if it needs it.”

“That sounds like it’s gonna be really neat babe.”

“Yeah I hope so.” I said, giving him a smile. 

We spent a while dyeing the shirts. Or at least I did. I spent more time because I wanted to make it perfect. Alex took more pictures which made me groan. I told him I looked like a mess and to not but he said I looked beautiful and to stop being negative so I did. Once we were done with the shirts we wrapped them in seran wrap and set them aside to dry before starting on the jean jackets. He decided to do his in a bullseye pattern but with multiple bullseyes and do it in black and blue. I took some pictures and videos of him doing it so he could have some of him as well. I decided to try and get fancy with mine, doing a stripe pattern on the sleeves in two tones of blue and then the middle as a spiral in orange and yellow. We put those in seran wrap too and started cleaning up the mess. It was almost 5 by the time we were done everything. My back patio was a little dyed but hopefully the rain would wash that out eventually.

“Do you want some food? I can make us something.”

“You don’t have to (y/n). Besides you probably don’t have the right stuff for me anyway.”

“Uh actually I do.” I said getting nervous.

“How come?”

“I asked the boys.”

“Why?”

“I was uh..um..I was going to ask you if you wanted to uh..stay over tonight maybe. If you wanted to. Maybe.” 

“I’d love to stay over cutiepie.” he said coming over and kissing the blush off my cheeks. “Thank you for thinking of me food-wise. A lot of people don’t.”

“I’m always thinking about you.” I said quickly before mentally smacking myself in the face. “I mean uh I guess I think about you sometimes. Like definitely only a normal amount and not all the time.”

“Wow so smooth.” he said after he got his laughing under control.

“To be honest half the time I can’t figure out why I open my mouth in the first place.”

“Hey, I think about you all the time too ya know.” he said bumping his knuckles against mine on the counter.

“Did you just basically fist bump me for thinking about you a lot?”

“I thought we were being cool about it. Being bros. Totally normal amount of thinking.” he said mocking me.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” he said coming over and putting his hands on my waist. I instinctively put my arms around his neck.

“No I don’t.” I brought my lips to his in a lingering kiss. “So do you want food now or later?”

“I could eat now.”

“Okay then I’ll make something.” 

I started getting everything out to cook and it didn’t take super long but I was surprised that Alex stayed in the kitchen and talked to me while I cooked. I thought he would go watch tv or play on his phone or something but he just kept his undivided attention on me which was appreciated. 

Once everything was done we sat outside on the porch swing to eat since it was such a beautiful evening. When we were done he put our plates on the ground and pulled my legs over his. I laid my head on his shoulder and he wrapped one arm around me while the other stayed on my leg. I’d be hard pressed to tell you how long we just sat there for. It felt like forever but not long enough at the same time. It started to get dark and we were still sitting there together swinging gently, wrapped up in each other.

“I loved this.” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Did you for real? Like you’re not just saying that?”

“Of course for real. I was worried that I wasn’t going to be any good at the tie dye thing and it wasn’t going to be fun but I ended up having so much fun.”

“You’re not upset it wasn’t an expensive, leaving the house, kind of date?”

“Absolutely not. Just hanging out with you is super fun. I want to be around you, it doesn’t matter to me what we’re doing really.”

“Good, I’m glad. I just want to spend time with you too. I mean I know we hangout all the time between work and hanging out with all the boys but like just you and me I like.” I said rambling a little. “I really wanted this to be good but every idea I came up with just seemed really dumb compared to yours so I kind of just settled on something I’d been wanting to do for a long time and didn’t want to do alone. Kind of selfish but.”

“Well I thought it was great. I really enjoyed getting to spend time with you doing something you really like.” he gave me a really sincere smile that had me blushing like crazy. “Why are you so red babe?”

“I don’t know I’m just glad you didn’t hate it I guess.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you could do or drag me to that I wouldn’t have fun.”

“That’s such a lie come on.”

“I really just enjoy being with you, I don’t care what we’re doing.” 

We were quiet for a while, just sitting together cuddled up. Every so often I’d feel his lips somewhere on my body. My cheek, my forehead, my neck, my shoulder. Anywhere he could find available skin really. Just a nice, quiet reminder that he was there, keeping me grounded in the moment with him without letting my mind wander too far in on itself. It didn’t really stop me from thinking though. Mostly I just thought of how dumb I was to be so nervous as to deny myself this feeling I get with Alex. I was so afraid that he was lying to me that I missed out on this happiness for months.

I decided I was done wasting time and turned my head to kiss him. Hoping that what I couldn’t really make sense of outloud could be shown to him through the kiss. It started off as a nice, soft kiss but it got a little more intense than any of our previous ones had. I pulled his hair to try to get the point across to him that I wanted him to deepen the kiss and he got the message thankfully slipping his tongue into my mouth. It was a new sensation. Not kissing with tongue, but kissing Alex with tongue. I don’t know what about it was so different than anyone else but it felt so much better with him for some reason I couldn’t exactly pinpoint. He was the one to break the kiss, giving me a few small kisses after, before leaning his forehead against mine and letting out a breathless laugh. It was comforting to know he was as affected by this as I was.

“What was that for?” he asked quietly.

“I dunno. Just felt like it I guess.” I said shrugging and blushing. He chuckled and wrapped me in his arms tighter. We were quiet for a long time before he broke the silence again.

“Is a month in too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he mumbled into my hair.

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?” I asked sitting up more to look at him.

“Yeah. I want you to be mine.” he smiled lightly and brushed my hair back leaving his hand cupping the side of my face.

“Truth be told I’ve been yours for a long time Tuch.”

“Oh really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, grinning. “I knew you always liked me.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly secretive about it.” I rolled my eyes at him with a laugh.

“If it makes you feel any better I was in the same boat. I couldn’t look at people that way. I just wanted to be with you.”

“That does make me feel a little better.”

“What do you say gorgeous? Be mine? Like for real, officially mine?”

“Yeah I’d like that a lot.” I said smiling at the huge grin that broke across his face.

“Thank God.” he said surging forward to catch my lips again. It didn’t work well because I was laughing and he was smiling so big but it was sweet all the same.

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[cashtonsangel]

Build-A-Bear Adventure

Summary: Luke and his daughter go to Build A Bear for some fun!

Word Count: 2700+

Warnings: none 

A/N: hi instead of studying, i wrote something!! this literally took forever to write and i honestly dont know how i feel about it but i hope yall enjoy! i was thinking about making a dad!sos series where i write a piece for each of the boys so let me know if that is what yall want!! feedback is much appreciate <3

Today was the day that Luke’s little girl had been waiting for. She had been begging nonstop for weeks to go to the Build-A-Bear store in the mall, but Luke just didn’t have the time or the energy to take her. Every time she would bring it up with Luke, he would find some excuse no to go, saying that he was extremely busy with work and life or tired from the long day that he had.

To say that Lil Hemmings was disappointed every time would be an understatement. Every time that the word “no” or “not today” came out of Luke’s mouth, his daughter would give him the biggest pout which broke his heart. Day after day, she would beg for daddy to take her to the mall and help her make a bear so she could play with, and everyday she would be disappointed with the answer that came out of his mouth.

But today was finally the day. Luke’s schedule had finally cleared up, and he managed to avoid any band duties for the whole day. Wanting to spend as much time with his baby girl, he planned out the daddy-daughter date that included everything that Lil Hemmings enjoyed. He had wanted to spend some alone time with his baby girl so that he could spoil the his favorite princess.

When Luke had told her about the plans, Lil Hemmings was practically bouncing up and down the walls, immediately planning out everything that she wanted to do with Luke. It had been ages since the both of them were able to spend time by themselves which made his daughter even more ecstatic about their outing. A smile was plastered on her face the entire week, knowing that she was going to spend an entire day with her favorite person in the world, doing whatever she wanted.

Waking up extra early, Lil Hemmings couldn’t wait to go and explore with her dad. Today, she was the one in charge, and she knew it. She knew that she would be able to do absolutely anything and get absolutely anything she wanted since she she had her dad wrapped around her finger. She knew that he couldn’t say no to his lil baby girl. She had the whole day planned out in her little mind, and she was determined to accomplish every single task she had planned.

Jumping out of her bed, she ran to Luke’s room, climbed up onto the bed, and started bouncing up and down, trying to wake up you and Luke.

“Daddy! Wake up!! We have to get ready!! It’s our play date today!!”

Letting out a yawn, Luke opened his eyes and saw his baby girl’s face inches away from his. Giving her nose a quick peck, Luke sat up and stretched his arms before scooping up Lil Hemmings into his arms and smothering her face in kisses.

“G’morning princess,” His voice groggy from just waking up.

“Morning, daddy! Today is our date! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s Go!!” Lil Hemmings was practically screaming and shaking with excitement at the end of the sentence.

Quickly trying to get her to lower her voice, Luke smiled.

“C’mon baby girl, let’s get some food in your tummy before we head out, okay?” He had Lil Hemmings still wrapped up in his arms as he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his little family.

“What do you want to eat, princess?” Luke asked, as he turned on the coffee machine.

“Muffins, please.” She flashed one of her radiant smiles at her father, showing him the dimple on the side of her cheek, similar to the ones on Luke’s face.

Walking to where the muffins were in the pantry, Luke took about a large chocolate chip muffin and put it on a clean plate before placing it in front of his daughter, before making his own breakfast.

As she was shoveling the muffin down her throat, she could barely contain her excitement for the day. She was practically bouncing up and down in her seat the entire breakfast.

“I’m gonna make the biggest, most softest and fluffiest bear ever daddy. And I’m gonna sleep with her every single night. She is going to be my bestest friend in the whole wide world.” Lil Hemmings was beaming as she spoke each word.

“Yeah? And what are you going to name her?”

She placed her chin on her hand, trying to come up with a perfect name for her dream bear.

“I don’t know yet, but it is gonna be super cute, daddy. I’m so excited!” As she bounced up and down, muffin crumbs started to get all over the counter top and floor.

Laughing at her obvious excitement, he gently told Lil Hemmings to finish her muffin so he could clean up their mess, get dressed, and start on the day’s adventures.

Once the daddy daughter duo were ready to leave for the mall, Luke pulled out of the driveway while blasting the playlist of songs that his baby girl was obsessed with at the moment.

“Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me, out of your life, and I'm just a dead man walking tonight.” Lil Hemmings voice echoed Luke’s as the both of them sang to one of her favorite songs ever when it came on shuffle.

“Baby girl, I think you sing that song better than I do. Maybe you should take daddy’s job and sing with the band?” Luke joked as the song ended.

“Noooo daddy,” her giggles filled the car, “I’m too little to be one stage remember? I can’t be you!” Her giggles filled the car.

“If you went on stage with me, I’m pretty sure everyone will only want you to sing princess, not me. I suck compared to you.” Luke fake pouted which elicited another round of giggles from his princess.

“Don't be silly daddy. Everyone loves you! You’re a rock star!” She blew her dad a kiss, and Luke pretended to catch it and placed it over his heart.

Just as he did so, they pulled up in front of the mall and parked the car before walking through the doors, hand in hand.

Lil Hemmings knew exactly where the Build-A-Bear was located in the mall. After all, she had been eyeing the store for months prior, so she knew the way to the store by heart. Dragging Luke across the mall, she was beaming with excitement. She could barely believe that it was finally happening after so long.

Walking into the store, Luke and Lil Hemmings were greeted by bright lights and cheery music. The walls were lined hundreds of items for the bear and other stuffed animals. The numerous choices slightly overwhelmed Luke since there were so many possibilities, but his little princess was already dragging her dad to where the animals were located so she could choose one.

Luke’s daughter took her time trying to pick which bear she had wanted. She felt almost every single stuff animal on display, determining whether they were soft enough and pretty enough for her to take home. Making her way through all of the choices available, her eyes caught flash of pink. Running over to where the bin was located, she saw the one. The perfect bear. It was a white bear that had pink and red hearts all over the body.

“This one!! I want this one! It’s so pretty daddy! Can we get it?? Pretty please?” She held the bear up towards Luke’s face and jumped up and down with unparalleled enthusiasm.

“ ‘Course princess. You can get whatever you want today; it’s your day after all.”

A squeal escaped Lil Hemmings lips, as she hugged the bear against her small frame. Running towards the the stuffing station, the employee went through all of the steps in stuffing the bear. He smiled to himself as he saw how much love and care that his daughter took when putting the little fabric heart into the small bear.

When her bear was stuffed to the perfect softness and sewn up, Lil Hemmings ran up to her dad and proudly showed him her beautiful creation.

“Look, daddy! It’s so soft.” Grabbing Luke’s hand, she placed it onto the bear’s fur, showing him just how soft it was.

“Yeah, princess. She’s super soft and cuddly.”

“I’m gonna sleep with her every night, daddy. She’s gonna be my bestest friend ever.”

“I don’t know Princess, it’s super cute and soft. I think I might ‘ave to steal it from you so I can sleep with it at night” Luke teased.

“Noooooooo, daddy. She’s mine,” Lil Hemmings squealed, holding the stuffed bear tight against her small frame, protecting the bear from her dad’s prying hands. Luke teasingly tried to grab the bear out of her hands before picking her up and attacked his daughter’s sides with his fingers

Her giggles filled the air as Luke continued his assault.

“Daddyyy,” she managed to squeal out in between her laughs, “please stop. It hurts.”

Giving her one last peck on the forehead, Luke carefully placing his princess on the ground again, and the daddy-daughter duo headed towards the little bathing area in the corner. Mid-stride, Luke felt Lil Hemmings come to a halt and eagerly tug at his arm.   

“I have the awesomest idea, daddy!”

Crouching down so they were eye level, Luke waited for her to elaborate.

“You can get the same bear as me! That way you don’t have to steal mine.” Her eyes lit up with excitement with the prospect of matching with her dad. Her little blonde curls bounced up and down as she jumped up and down.

Luke couldn’t help but smile; Lil Hemmings’s energy was infectious.

“And if we get the same bear, daddy, and then we cuddle it at the same time, it will be like we are hugging the each other. It’s like we are cuddling each other at night. And- and when we miss each other, we can cuddle with our bears. Can we please do that, daddy? Please?”

Luke’s heart melted at his daughter’s words. She was so kind and caring at such a young age, and Luke would do anything to make sure she was happy. She was his little princess, and the fact that she was constantly think about him made his heart so full.

“That’s such a good idea baby! You’re too sweet. Of course we can! Anything for my princess.” He pulled her closer to his body to her a hug.

“C’mon, let’s go daddy!” Wiggling out of his grasp, Lil hemmings tugs on his hand, dragging back to where the bears were.

Going through the stuffing process again, Luke and Lil Hemmings walked around the store with identical bears in their arms.

“Okay baby, what do you want our bears to wear?”

Lil Hemmings walked around the store, searching for the perfect outfit. Luke watched as she carefully inspected each wall. She walked around the store multiple times with various outfits in hand, but Luke could tell that she was overwhelmed by the numerous options. Sensing her distress of not finding the perfect outfit, Luke decided to help.

“What if we dressed them up like both of us, princess. Your bear can look like you, and my bear can look at me. And then we can trade later, so it’ll be like we are cuddling with each other.”

Her eyes lit up at his suggestion. “Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy! That’s an awesome idea.”

Walking around the store, Luke’s eye caught a dress near the top of the wall that screamed Lil Hemmings. The sequins with the tulle in the skirt to give it the extra ‘oomf’ that she loved. Grabbing a pair of the matching sparkly shoes from the top shelf, he walked over to his his daughter.

“How ‘bout this one, princess?” Luke shows the ensemble to his daughter, which made her squeal in excitement.

“I love it, daddy! She is perfect!” Grabbing them from Luke, Lil Hemmings was quick to rip the clothes off of the paper hangers and dressed up her bear. Turning the bear around, she proudly showed off the outfit to Luke with the biggest grin on her face.

“I love it, too. But I think it’s missing one thing, princess.”

A frown appeared on the little girl’s face as she ran through her mental checklist of everything she wanted her bear to have.

Pulling his hands from behind his back, Luke showed his daughter the small plastic tiara that he manage to pick up while she was dressing up her bear.

“A tiara ‘cause you’re my princess, and every princess needs her crown.”

Beaming, Lil Hemmings placed the tiny tiara delicately onto the bears head before giving the bear a tight squeeze.

“Now it’s your turn, daddy.” Lil Hemmings looked around the store in search of any article of clothing that screamed Luke. Spotting a black leather jacket on a rack on the other side of the store, she sprinted over to the item before picking it up and racing back to her dad.

“Look, daddy! It’s Just like yours. We have to get!”

Luke chuckled at her obvious excitement and dressed his bear with the leather jacket along with the pants that came with the outfit. As he was doing so, Lil Hemmings walked around looking for other accessories that would make her dad’s bear look more like him. By the time Luke had managed to wrangle the small leather jacket over the overly fluff bear, Luke found had found his daughter at the other end of the store, both arms full of goodies for both of your bears.

“Hey princess, what’ve you got there?” Luke crouched down so he could help lighten her load.

Flashing her dad a big grin, she showed Luke all of the accessories that she had managed to collect.

“I got you a microphone and a guitar for your bear. And sparkly boots just like yours so that our bears can match. And they look just like the ones you wear onstage. And for me, I got awesome sunglasses,” she took the hot pink sunglasses and put them on her bear.

“Looks like you’ve got everything that you and I need. Is there anything else, or do you want to name them now?”

“Let’s name now, daddy!”

“Okay, baby. Let’s go.” Walking over to wear the computers were, they went through the naming process on the computer.

“What’s your bear’s name, princess?” Luke asked Lil Hemmings.

She sat on the stool next to her dad and thought of all the possibilities. Luke could she the gears turning in her head as tired to think of the perfect name for her bear.

“I don’t know, daddy.” A small pout appeared on her lips.

“What about Ms. Cuddles? Because I knew for a fact that I’m gonna be cuddling with her every day that I’m away from my beautiful princess.” As the said the words, he placed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s cheek.

Lil Hemmings eyes lit “Yes! I love it, daddy! Let’s name my bear Ms. Cuddles and your bear can be Mr. Cuddles because I’m gonna cuddle with him forever, too.”

“Of course, princess.” Typing in the information for both bears, Luke headed to the front desk to pick up the bears’ birth certificate and paid for the stuffed animals.

Picking up Lil Hemmings so that her small figure was in her arms, he carried her and their bears around the mall, being sure to stop at all of her favorite stores.

After a few hours passed by, Luke could tell that his daughter was exhausted from today’s adventures. They had spent hours roaming the mall and playing in the playground set up for little kids. By the time that they had managed to grab some lunch, she could barely keep her eyes open.

“C’mon princess, let’s get you home.” Carrying her out to the car, Lil Hemmings rested her head on her dad’s broad shoulders slowly falling asleep.

As Luke was carefully putting her down in her car seat to buckle her up, she stirred.

“Can I cuddle with Mr. Cuddles and Ms. Cuddles on the ride home, daddy?” Her soft voice begged.

Quickly opening the boxes and getting the bears out of their boxes, Luke handed them to his daughter where she automatically curled up with both of the bears, one in each arm. Making sure she was comfortable, Luke closed the back door before heading up to the driver’s seat and drove out of the parking lot.

On the drive home, Luke couldn’t help but look at his daughter in the rear view mirror. She looked so happy with both bears in her little arms. He was so thankful that the world had blessed him with such an angel. She lit up his whole world and made his life full of love and happiness. She was his little ray of sunshine, and he wouldn’t trade anything in the universe for her, his baby girl.

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Acquisitions

Summary: Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 1692

Notes: FINALLY AN UPDATE AFTER SIX MONTHS FDKNGKDOFNGDKFNGOD god im so sorry it has taken this long to update but i've gotten a job since starting this fic and it's consumed much of my time, then the holidays were upon us and, well, yall know how it goes. but i got hit with inspo during my shift today so here it is! the long awaited fourth chapter! hopefully future updates wont be as delayed but who knows lmao. anyways thanks for waiting! minor tw for violence. Spoilers for season four, but it is v canon divergent so not really very many, reader is a WOC. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

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Just as the tension was getting to be almost too overwhelming, a waiter arrived with two menus, and you had never been so relieved to be served in your life.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling brightly as you took one and did your best to hide behind it under the guise of reading the dishes on offer. Thankfully there were pork free dishes on offer, which made you remember that you were going to have to educate Luca on Islam and it’s rules. Then you wondered if he would be as open and kind about there being another religion in his home as your father had been prior to his reversion. You guessed that Luca was Catholic, and while there were similarities between Catholicism and Islam, there were far more glaring differences.

“When we have our wedding,” you began hesitantly, “will it be in a church?”

“If I know my mother as well as I think I do, I doubt we’ll have a choice.” Luca joked. “Why?”

“Just checking!” You said quickly, going back to the menu. Even though there had not been a masjid in Small Heath, you had always dreamed of getting married in one. Your parents had to go all the way to London, so you figured that you would be able to do the same. Would New York have masjids? Would it have Muslims? Would it have Turkish Muslims?

“What's New York like?”

Luca paused, setting his menu down. “Well, for one, it’s a lot bigger than Small Heath.”

That made you smile. “I thought as much.”

“I don’t know, it’s just...hard to describe.” Luca drummed his fingers on the table, making your gaze flit down to his hand, and watch how elegantly it moved. “It’s full of life.” He said finally, his hand still again. “Everywhere you go there’s at least twelve dozen people around you, even at night it’s busy. Makes Small Heath look pretty sleepy in comparison.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you considered this. Your mind ran wild with images of towering spires, roads that went on for kilometers, people dressed in all manner of ways. Your life had been a sheltered one, but that was all about to change.

A waiter soon arrived, asking for your orders.

“I’ll have the chicken Alfredo.” Luca said. He and the waiter both looked over at you, waiting for your order.

You began to panic as you had become too wrapped up in your thoughts to think of an order. “Oh um, make it two!” You said, inwardly wincing at how your voice raised at the end.

But the waiter made no indication of noticing, merely made a note of the orders and said that the kitchen would get right to it.

You looked back down at your teacup, eyes traveling over the lines, both dark and faint, trying to figure out what they were trying to tell you, if anything.

“Have you had much Italian food?” Luca asked, and you were grateful for the distraction.

“Not really.” You said. “Just Turkish and English food.”

“Well I can’t speak on Turkish food, but English stuff sucks.” Luca said bluntly.

A giggle slipped from you. “It can be pretty bland.” You agreed. “I mean, the English have an empire that spans the entire globe, with colonies that have incredible spices, but they never use them in cooking for some reason.” That would never cease to bamboozle you.

Luca grinned and chuckled. “I know Matteo can’t wait to be back in New York with proper food.”

You furrowed your brow. “Which one is he?”

Luca raised a brow, but pointed at a booth just a few meters away, where you recognised two of Luca’s men. “The one of the left is Matteo, and the other is Frederico.” He explained. “Matteo can be a little hot headed, but he’s loyal. Frederico is more quiet.” His gaze went back to you. “And they will both protect you.”

While the notion of being protected and watched by gangster was far from a new one, the gangsters in question were usually men you knew well. You glanced at them nervously. “So, they’re ok with this whole marriage thing.”

“That’s irrelevant.” Luca said dismissively. “They’re soldiers, and they’ll do what they’re told.”

You knew that was meant to put you at ease, but it didn’t work. They had orders yes, but orders have been ignored before. And you couldn’t help but wonder how they really felt about their leader marrying some girl from England, who belonged to a family that not a week ago they were planning to kill. You fisted the fabric of your dress that rested on your lap.

“W-Why me?” You asked quietly. You had managed to keep the question away from the front of your mind so far, but you needed to know. “Why would you choose me? If you were going to marry anyone, Ada would’ve been the smart choice. She’s Tommy’s sister, and she already has a son, she knows how to…” You trailed off, face burning. “Well, you know.” You cleared your throat. “Why are you marrying me?”

Luca was silent, his unreadable, impassive gaze slowly going over you. It made the hairs all over your body stand up, in fact your surprised that the hair on your head hadn’t all magically sprung to life. “I wanted to repay a debt.”

You furrowed your brow. “Debt? What debt? You don’t owe me anything.”

“It isn’t my debt.” Luca clarified. “It’s my mother’s.”

“Your...mother?”

He nodded. “She hasn’t forgotten, how you got her out of Small Heath.”

Oh. You looked back down, face flushing again. “I didn’t help your mum to have her in my debt.” You said, horrified that that’s what they, the Changretta’s and their people, all thought.

“I know.” Luca sounded calm, patient. “My mother said you weren’t that type. But you still got her out of Thomas’s path, and because of you she’s alive. I’m just repaying you. Now we’re even.”

You nodded, slowly, still not sure what to make of this reason, if it was in fact the truth.

If you were completely truthful, you hadn’t been thinking at all when you had gone to help Audrey Changretta. You just knew that her husband was dead, after hours of torture, and you knew that Tommy wouldn’t have thought twice to go after her. You still remembered that day, as if it had just happened.

While the early morning fog had still clung to your ankles, you raced to her home, heart hammering. You were terrified that you were too late or that she wasn’t home, but she was there, tired and a little disheveled, but there.

“You have to leave.” You had blurted out. “I’m so sorry. Tommy’s killed your husband and you have to go I’m so sorry I really am but you need to go please, please just go!”

It had taken you a few minutes to calm down and fully explain everything, but once you had, Mrs Changretta did as you asked. You even helped her pack, and kept an eye out for any Blinders. You went with her to the train station, all the while telling her how sorry you were. You were almost hysterical, and in tears by the time her train arrived. You thought that would be the last time you ever saw a Changretta.

When Tommy heard that Mrs Changretta was gone, he was livid. You had walked in on him yelling at John and Arthur, demanding that they go out and find her, leave no stone unturned, no person unquestioned. He was going to have his pound of flesh, one way or another.

“She’s gone.” Once again your mouth had moved faster than your brain could think, and you stared, wide eyed, as the three brothers and Polly all looked at you in shock.

“She’s what.” Tommy’s tone had been dripping with venom, and it sent a chill all through you.

“I’m sorry Tommy but I-I helped her leave.” You wilted a little, hunched over, equal parts ashamed and scared. “She didn’t do anything Tommy! She-”

You were cut off by the feel of skin colliding harshly against your cheek, sending you to the ground.

In a daze you looked up, to see Tommy being restrained by Arthur and John, while Polly screamed at him.

“YOU DON’T RAISE A HAND TO FAMILY LIKE THAT THOMAS!” You had never seen your aunt so furious, and it had only made your state worse.

“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” Thomas roared, eyes alight with rage. “YOU BETRAY THIS FAMILY AGAIN AND YOU’RE OUT!”

You began to cry. “I-I’m sorry Tommy! I’m sorry!” You wept and begged for forgiveness, but that had only angered Tommy further.

“Should ship you to fucking Istanbul!” He snarled. He paused when a child’s cries began to echo in the house, making him look at the ceiling. “And you fucking woke up Charlie!” Tommy managed to shake off his two brothers, and he glared down at you before getting out a cigarette. “I mean it.” He said, in his low, quiet, dangerous voice. “If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll put you in a fucking crate myself.”

Even after Polly got you out of the house you were sobbing, still saying how sorry you were.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart.” Polly had said gently. “You did a good thing.”

‘Did I?’

“How is your mother?” You asked, trying to ignore the memory of the stinging pain from Tommy’s slap.

“She’s alive, which is what matters.” Luca smiled gently. “Thank you. I mean that. My mother is all I have left now.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “I would do it again.” You said, only realizing how true it was once all the words had left your mouth.

“Two chicken Alfredos.” The waiter had reappeared, carrying the dishes on a silver platter and laying them out in front of the both of you.

“Grazie.”

“Thank you so much.”

The waiter nodded before moving onto another table.

“Still can’t believe you people don’t tip.” Luca said, sounding genuinely mistified.

“What’s a tip?”

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jim hopper x reader

requested:   Could I request a Jim Hopper x reader where they're making a meal for themselves and Jane but while she's not home so maybe a lot of cutesy (or some hotness) haha   Can I request a Jim Hopper x reader where the reader is from Hawkins and she comes back after having previously moved away. One day reader’s walking the town just getting used to it again and she gets mildly harassed (nothing sexual) just a dude who won’t leave her alone, and Jim’s driving by and he stops (b/c he’s chief obvs). He deals with the situation and reader recognizes him and remembers when she had a crush on him in high school and realizes she still very much loves him. FLUFF basically

word count: 2063

warnings: cuteness, my own twist, spoilers (duh, watch all nine episodes before you read, kiddos!)

a/n: okay so this was a double request! i decided to take out two requests in one go and I’m pretty cool with how this turned out. side note to everyone else who is waiting; ive been sick! with the flu! so its been taking longer since I need rest and I have to catch up on work. yall understand. anyways, hope you like it!

November, Hawkins, Indiana, 1984

The bench was cold underneath your jeans as you scribbled in your notebook, trying to find all the details of what exactly had changed in your hometown since you’ve been gone.  You left after high school to attend college in New York and since being back, things haven’t changed. That was a lie. A lot had changed. But nothing people could explicitly see with a passing eye.  Small details. Stop signs were changed. They were a brighter red now. Store names had improved logos, some shops had moved locations, there were new employees, new people and the high school got new bleachers, also changing their location.  You sighed and noticed the bar across the street. Checking your watch, it was noon and you decided you could go for something to eat. Getting up, you walked to the other side of the street, stopping before you could head in making sure you had your wallet and money inside.  That’s when you heard honking. “Hey, beautiful!” 

A voice shouted after you. You turned around to see a car that had just parked outside the bar and a man, about twenty five, probably, climbing out of it. You rolled your eyes, though subtly. You weren’t big on confrontation with strangers.  “Yes?” You questioned, trying to sound annoyed. The man feigned hurt and put his hands up with a mock frown on his face after shutting his car door. “Hey, hey, hey, why the attitude? No need for that, I’m just trying to get to know you. How come I’ve never seen you before?” He asked, a toothpick you noticed, hanging out of his smirk-ridden mouth. You nearly glared.  “I just moved back into town. I went to high school here and the reason you don’t know who I am is because, well, how old are you? Twenty six?” You asked, putting your wallet back into your back, your face scrunched up, eyes squinting and lips pressed into a line.  “Twenty eight, baby.” He smiled and pressed an arm next to your head on the concrete outside the bar wall. You did roll your eyes obviously this time. “Right, well, the reason you’ve never seen me is because I was turning ten when you were coming out of your, probably now severely disappointed mother's vagina, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m here to get some food and leave so please, leave me alone.” You ranted and his smirk dropped, but not before his hand did.  His other arm came up and entrapped you, pressed against the wall. You frantically looked around. The streets had barely any foot traffic.  “I said, there’s no need for attitude.” The man said, threatening your personal space. Who were you kidding? He threatened your personal space when he parked ten feet in front of you.

 “Get away from me.” You tried. “Yeah?” He taunted. “Now, why would I do that?” He asked with an ugly grin on his face.

 You barely heard the door chime and a hand landed on the man’s shoulder. “Because the Sheriff’s here, now you heard her. Back away and go on with your day unless you want a VIP trip to the station.” A second man’s deep voice sounded behind him. The man backed away, looking at. . . Jim Hopper with a look that screamed, ‘her loss’, before climbing back into his car and driving away.  You sighed in relief. “Jim? Is that really you?” You inspected the man’s face more and you nodded. It was.  He took off his hat and smiled at the ground. “Yes it is, Y/N.”

You felt your heart flutter and you moved your hair behind your ear. “Feels like high school running into you.” You said meekly and felt like hitting yourself for making such an awkward comment. He nearly blushed but he settled for a chuckle. “Yeah, it sort of does, doesn’t it?” He paused. “Speaking of which, why are you back in town?” He asked.  “Missed home.” You shrugged and he nodded, looking around. “Do you have a place to stay? I can drive you home. Sorry about Joe he’s kind of the local perv now.” He apologized and you laughed. “Well, now I know who to look out for.” You smiled. “And about the place to stay. . .’

Two knocks, then one, then three. The secret code.

You smiled, wiped off your hands on your apron and opened the door. It was Hopper. You smiled and let him in.  “Now, what in the world smells so good?” He asked, stepping into the cabin, wrapping his arms around you. “Just something for dinner for you and Jane. Or Elle. I’m not quite sure what she’s comfortable with now.” You added while Hopper was kissing his way down your neck and frankly, you were only paying attention with half a brain.  It had been six months since you moved in. Six months since last November and you were well aware of the whole Upside Down situation. It comforted you knowing the whole group was looking out for you, seeing as you were the newest.

 But the hardest part of it all was moving in with Hopper and Eleven. Or Jane. You loved her. She was beautiful and smart and had amazing powers with unbelievable potential. But you were unsure on where you stood with her. You were aware of all that had happened to her real mom and you prayed that she would even accept you in a similar light.  “That is so sweet of you. And good timing. There’s a surprise tonight.” You raised your eyebrows, smirked and pressed a chaste kiss to your boyfriend’s lips before turning away and clasping your hands together. “Okay, now, I am making food so you either can help or you can get out of the kitchen.” You walked back to the kitchen where ingredients were spread across the counter that was the cleanest Hopper had ever seen it.  He gave you a look and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“Okay. . . What are you making?” He smiled, mulling over what you had out. “Three cheese chicken pasta dish. It was originally beef but I was very skeptical on how that would come out. Now I have all the ingredients all I really need you to do is make the pasta in a boiling saucepan of water and I’ll cook the chicken and we can prepare the sauce and I’ll handle the rest. Actually,” You turned and rested your back on the edge of the sink. “While you prepare the pasta, I’ll make the table nice.” You tapped your finger to your lip and stared almost mindlessly at the kitchen table.  “Can I ask why you’re doing all this?” He asked, though careful not to sound rude. “I just want to make a good impression on Jane. She’s your daughter now. In a way, she always has been. And I know how much that means to you- to both of you. And I wanted to do one thing special for her.” You explained and he smiled. “Besides, I realized I haven’t done anything for you since you let me move in.” You gave him a sad smile before he waved you off and wrapped you in his arms.  “Ah, that’s nonsense. You know I’ve loved you since Junior year. It really only felt like a little bit of a chore.” He teased and you smacked his chest. “Hey!” You giggled. “Only kidding, dear.” He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.    Knock knock, knock, knock knock knock. The sound burst through the barely quiet room and Hopper stopped in his tracks from pulling out the pasta. You both looked at each other.  “It’s Eleven, Mike and Dustin here to drop her off.” You heard a voice from outside and you checked the time. It was eight.  You walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the two boys and young girl. Elle’s face brightened at the sight of you and ran in to hug you. You hugged her back and turned your attention on the boys. “Thank you so much for making sure she got here safe.” You waved as they left and shouted, “No problem, Ms. Y/L/N!”

 Elle made her way to the kitchen and saw the table set up and the dish set in the middle. “What’s this?” She asked and you smiled at her.  “Dinner.”

 Everyone had eaten and you were watching Jane finish with Hopper’s hand resting on your knee. “Was it good?” You asked Elle and she nodded. “Good. I made it for you. I hoped you would.” You smiled and Hopper had barely even noticed Eleven’s reply. “Jane.” He said, turning his attention to his daughter. “Remember what we talked about?” He asked and it took her a second, but a light bulb went off in her head and her face brightened ten times over.  “Good.” Hopper said as he rose from the table and disappeared into his room. “He’ll be back.” She explained.

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what this was about but you did know you had alone time with Jane and wanted to get something off of your chest. “Jane?” You asked and her attention turned towards you. “Yes?” She asked. “I want you to know, I did this to make sure you like me. I know that seems weird. But I really love your dad, Hopper. I really do. And well, in turn, I love you too. I want you to know I’m not trying to be your mom, your mama, I could never replace her. Ever. And I want you to know I’m not trying to. But I do hope I can help you learn and grow in any way I can. I really hope you understand.” You ranted and it felt like a weight had been lifted. You really wanted to get all of that off your shoulders and when you looked up from fidgeting hands, you saw her smiling at you, tears brimming. You smiled too and couldn’t help but get up and hug her, in which she returned the gesture. “I love you too.” She whispered and you nearly sobbed. The sound of footsteps entering the room again made you separate and you looked up to Hopper, who was making his way back to sit down. He looked between you two, saw your crying faces and smiled. “I think it’s time for dessert. Y/N, can you get it for us?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “Of course.” You got up and turned around, making your way to the fridge, where it was cooling. You had made a plate of Eggos, bananas, and Nutella, knowing Elle would love the combination of flavors.   When you shut the refrigerator door you nearly screamed. Hopper was kneeling on one knee and Eleven was standing at his side, one arm on his shoulder.”Y/N?” He began and you felt your eyes well up again. Setting aside the dessert, you covered your mouth. “In these many months, you have been such an amazing person to have in our lives and it’s a wonder you haven’t run away.” He laughed and pulled out a box. “And really, I never thought I’d do this again. Then again, I never thought I’d have a daughter again.” Hopped turned to Elle and you swore you saw a tear. “But, it happened. And now I want her to have a proper mother. Jane and I have talked it over, and she would be more than happy for you to fill that role. I care so much about you. Always have. And in the past six months, it’s made me realize how big of an idiot I was to let you go years ago. I love you, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.” He ranted. Pulling open the box, a ring with two intertwined diamonds were inside. “Will you marry me?” He asked and you nodded, running to hug him. “Yes.” You cried, muffled into his shoulder and you felt Jane’s arms wrap around you. It was barely quiet for a moment when you heard her whisper. “Mama.”

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ri’s thicc 2017 reflection post !

its still quite a few hours away from 2018 for me but i just wanted to take this time to reflect on my absolutely Lovely 2017!!! yay time 2 get sappy as i word vomit and overshare about my year on tumblr.com !!!!

thank you loads to all of my LOVELY followers !!!!!!!!! yall are the cutest, make my day on the daily ! i wish you the best 2018 that the world can offer !!! stay healthy, take time for yourself, love yourself, love others, and be kind! 💓💓

this Riley Rant here, is gonna be here for me than anything. like a Fat journal entry !! and i am an Oversharer so here she goes [jeopardy music]

to begin, i have met and befriended so many amazing people on here this year and WOW!!!!!! lovely and supportive and talented, beautiful aroha friends??? it doesnt get better than that!!!!! i would attempt to tag all of u but yall know who u are ;)) im endlessly grateful to those of you who have really made being on here worth it. heck ya sometimes im like “why do i even spend time on here” but then!!!! idk sunny comes swingin in with just a heart full of love or sara comes swingin in with her eggs or marian comes swingin in with her rare pairs or j comes swingin in with her baking posts and thats not even HALF of it !!!!! seriously.....love you guys tons.

to my friends who i have had the pleasure of remaining your friend this year and getting closer to u !! i love you. i really dont know how yall handle me especially 2015/2016 me?? a MESS! yall are the REALEST. again, yall know who u are ;)) i hope we can continue to talk and have fun in 2018, i wish yall the best. 

and lastly....heres a THICC shoutout to my six shining stars. 

as for me as an individual, 2017 was a freaking Whack year. it was incredible....dare i say, iconic. and now its time for.....RILEY’S 2017 HIGHLIGHTS !!!!!! (also includes: the sucky parts bc even those allowed me to grow !)

- man, did 2017 start out pretty rough when my country decided it was a good idea to elect a freakin cheeto for president. however! i had the lovely opportunity to attend the women’s march at my capital the day before inauguration !! and it was powerful!!!! truly an experience ill treasure forever!

- binch....thank u Winter Dream for my whole life. tbh i wont forget sobbing at my best friend’s house when it dropped. thank u Miss Again Dance Practice. thank u Miss You & Me MV. thank u Miss Cotton Candy Choreography. thank u. 

- ah.....when some pinhead started that tr*mp chanting at a basketball game lol! so iconic that we made the new york times! gotta love that....

- OMG !!! HOW TO SUCCEED !!!! an absolutely amazing experience. granted, the male lead was a Snake, but i had a blast. Rosemary will forever be close to my heart and ill always cry a little when i hear Brotherhood of Man or Paris Original !! such an awesome opportunity. i learned a frick ton about myself as a performer. i improved a ton in acting and dancing, and also came to learn that i am very good at receiving instructions and memorizing lines quickly. i learned that i need to work on some of my facial expressions and i also learned some of my habits ! i miss u Queenie H2$ :’’)

- had my first tap dance performance ever??? i really enjoyed learning tap, and i hope to pick it back up in the future !!!!

- BIIIIIINCCH i had the opportunity to visit my sister in korea!!!!!!! wow.....truly the BEST week of my entire year, maybe even LIFE! i went to the dog cafe, the sheep cafe, mcountdown, the lunar festival kick off, gwanghwamun palace, dongdaemun, shopped a ton around hongdae, ate food by the han river, visited namsan tower (but not without getting lost), hit the noraebang TWICE, walked into a private Fantagio board meeting, ate delicious chicken on a STIIICK, ran in the rain, ordered delivery mcdonalds, had the BEST fried chicken, met a bunch of monks, was led around dongdaemun by a very old korean man, SAW EUNWOO AND DOYEON AND RECEIVED MUCH LOVE AND NEARLY DIED, hit the convenience store literally every day, snuck out, GOT A WAVE FROM KEY :((( , bought Winter Dream and lots of skin care products and lots of cute clothes, had the clearest skin ive ever had in my life, went to a buddhist temple, witnessed a drunk man fall into the splits inbetween the ground and the subway, ran up and down 1000 subway stairs, fell in love with a man named Peanut, drank too much banana and strawberry milk, sobbed my face off at the festival as korean grandmas bowed to me, tried tons of new foods (including the nastiest bowl of cheese ramyun ive ever had in my life), bought lots of socks, rode an airplane for......like 40 hours in total? literally the best week of my Life

- had my junior vocal recital ! it was a cute girl. i felt my acting had really improved since sophomore voice recital !! 

- had prom on my 17th birthday and had a jolly good time !!! my mom made my dress and i felt like a Stunner

- dream pt. 01...she rly is that Bad Bih. best era. miss her loads. none of us ever deserved her. 

- les mis !!!!!! two whole weeks.....another Best Time. i learned so much, made so many lifetime friends, had a blast, sang my heart out.....such a freaking good time. i miss her

- got to spend the ENTIRE summer with momo!!!!!!!!!!! literally the ENTIRE!!!!! and what did we do? hit the park, watched lemonade mouth and fantastic beasts and starstruck and that random unicorn movie, made the Best slime, made that ICONIC weki meki video, laughed a ton, cried a ton, stayed up all night for the sunrise, stayed later for the sunset & thunderstorm, walked home in the pouring rain & lightning (IT IS VERY WET), went to the beach, met many dogs, got me hairs cut, befriended that Cat, and went to a painting class

- cabin week !!!!!!!!!!! whatta lovely time

- my brother’s wedding !!!! honestly? my best outfit of the year... had a bangin time. his wife is truly a cutie and i love her tons!

- there was that Mess in august and i still feel sorry to those who felt hurt because of it. i learned a lot about how things especially on the internet can be easily misunderstood and misinterpreted, so u gotta be EXTRA careful with your words ! 

- through that i also came to accept that u cant get everyone to understand or like u, and tbh that is okay for now. all we can do when we make mistakes is try to understand & learn, apologize, and try to better ourselves. and sometimes even when u do that, u still may not be liked. and thats okay. as long as you are trying your best and recognize mistakes, its all good. 

-skinny dipped at girls time wow what a freaking TIME

- woah dude i dropped out of my arts school lmao!!! the BIGGEST change in my life since 2014.;..wow! i dont even have the words to say how much stress was lifted off of me and i love senior yr !!!!

- momo came to CT!!!!!! 

- seeing svt live !!!!! but tbh the best part was seeing momo, “I LOVE A MAN WHO CAN SEW”, “I!!!!!!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JIHOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, “IM UNDERAGE”, and when Mo BLASTED to that other line

- LAKE COMPOUNCE LMAOOOOO I LOVE JIHOON PT2!!!!

- my mom, sister, and i took an eight week painting class! i finished two paintings and learned a ton!! honestly a good time

- dream pt. 02.....shes that other Bad Bih....absolutely adore her

- i also learned that its okay to cut people off who are toxic. especially if you have already informed them that they make u feel bad, they are not worth trying to please or keep around. take care of yourself. similarly, its okay to block people, and you dont owe them an explanation

- MADI CAME HOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my other half...missed her so much :(((

- riley’s calligraphy christmas !!!!! was so much fun and i loved people’s reactions and i loved learning arohas favorite astro lyrics !!!

- ah...............one of the hardest weeks of my whole life. the pain still lingers, and i know itll hit me again like a boulder the next time we see only four of my angels standing on stage. for four months, i was worried sick about another member, and i even knew he was hurting, that his mental illness was real. my heart aches and there is a piece of it missing, but it will never be replaced. i know you are much happier now, jjong. i love you. 

- and also because of that, i have been able to think a lot about how i live my life. thoughts like ‘am i watching out for my family and friends enough?’ ‘am i listening enough?’ ‘is this funny comment worth it?’ ‘am i happy?’ im trying to be better. to not take things for granted, to only be kind, to always be there for those i love, for those who love me. and i will try my hardest to not complain about small or petty inconveniences. to try harder to be optimistic. 

- christmas was with my whole family for the first time in five years ;;; she was such a cute girl!

and now on to the next act !!!! its called RILEY’S NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS !!!!!!!!!! 

1. lets start with the basic stuff that im 99% not gonna pull through on: keep ur room clean. keep everywhere u go clean, it makes mom upset. eat better, u know there is other foods in this house besides peanut butter and pepperoni and popcorn. 

2. send out at least one Lovely Ask per day. i made this goal sometime over the summer, and i did it for a few months until i started to forget ;; its not that hard, u just gotta remember to do it !! 

3. sis.....quit Procrastinating.......GET ur FREAKING application done...do ur homework the night before lmao! call who u need to !!! write those thank u cards!!!! go get them scholarships!!!! enter that graphic design contest lmao!!! just DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! time is wasting

4. just be happy 

#hot frick this is four pages on google docs FHFJJDSLASJ #anyway heres a word dump #if u actually read this......ur insane................and i love u #about me ! #riley's thicc 2017 post #riley really really rambles

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

If It’s Meant To Be

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 8.1k+ (I AM SO SORRY)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: THE BIG FINALE! This is my first finished series and I am so proud of it! I really hope yall like this chapter! It took a lot out of me but I am so excited to release this! Shout out to Ale for being the best beta ever!

Tags: @serkewen12 , @nervous-crossbow , @fanficsj , @hamilbroke , @videogamedriver , @dysfunctionalfangirl @butlinislin, @daveeddiggsit , @nadialinett14 , @librarychild , @spidey-boii , @me-hoy-me-trash , @daveedish , @linmanuclmiranda , @autistic-alien , @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings , @thegirlonhamilton

Daveed landed at noon, his legs cramped and nerves at an all time high. He grabbed his suitcase and took a taxi to a Marriott near your restaurant.

“Okay, what did I bring to wear?” He mumbled to himself, opening the suitcase and laying out his options on the bed.

“I should’ve paid more attention to what I threw in here.” He shook his head, not too happy with what he had but he could pull something together.

He held up a button down along with some nice jeans then he glanced at his feet and frowned. He couldn’t wear sneakers to see Y/N, he had to look his absolute best. Daveed tossed down the clothes and picked up his phone, heading outside. This was NYC, there were clothing stores everywhere, especially in this touristy area. He let himself wander for a bit, looking at all the stores but not seeing anything that called out to him. Then he saw them, a beautiful pair of dress shoes in a shop window.

“Yo…” Daveed trailed off, a smile spreading on his face.

He entered the store, looking at the different suits that surrounded him as he approached the counter.

“Excuse me? Would you happen to have those shoes in the front in an 11?”

The old man behind the counter turned and nodded, giving a smile as he pointed to the seating area.

“I should! Just sit there and I’ll be back!” He said as he shuffled into a back room.

Daveed pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Rafa to let him know he landed safely. When he slid his phone back into his pocket, the man was back with a box under his arm.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Daveed smiled, taking the box and opening it up.

He ran his fingers over the smooth material, these shoes were something special.

“Those shoes are really expensive, they must be for an important occasion.” The man smiled, watching Daveed try them on.

Daveed looked up at the old man, for some reason he gave off a comforting vibe. One that made you feel like you could trust him.

“I’m trying to win back the woman I love.” Daveed admitted, looking away as he realized what he just said.

He always tried to avoid thinking about it but truth be told, even after six years he was still in love with you. Seeing your updated photos on Google was enough to dig up those buried feelings from years ago. The older man whistled, sitting down next to Daveed.

“That is an important occasion. A hard one as well.”

“You’re telling me.” Daveed muttered under his breath, looking in the mirror at the shoes.

“But one that’s worth it if you’re here. I think I have the perfect thing for you.” The man slowly stood up and made his way to the back again.

Daveed waited patiently, checking the time and realizing he had a lot of time to kill before going to dinner. The man emerged from the back with a suit that took Daveed’s breath away. It looked like somebody took three different colored suits and patched them together to make one dope suit. Some parts were black, some were dark gray and some were light gray. It was unique, it was original, it was definitely his taste.

“You like it?”

“I love it. Where did you get this from?” Daveed slowly took the suit away from him, looking at it up close.

“I made it myself.” The man said, pride evident in his voice.

“I couldn’t take this from you.” Daveed held the suit out back to him but the man stepped back, shaking his head no.

“I made it to sell, was just waiting for the right person.” The man turned around, walking back to the front as another person walked in. Daveed looked at the suit once more, admiring the flawless stitching and beautiful pattern. He walked to the fitting room, secretly hoping it would fit. He shut the door behind him, quickly disrobing and slipping into the suit. Daveed isn’t superficial but he looked damn good in this suit and he knew it. He was sold, it was the perfect outfit. He changed back into his street clothes and walked to the register.

“Everything fit?”

“Like a glove.” Daveed handed over the shoes and suit then his credit card.

“I could give you a discount, this stuff isn’t cheap and you seem like a good guy.” The old man held the card in his hand, waiting for an answer.

“No, it’s fine.” Daveed smiled reassuringly, not even glancing at the total that popped up on the register.

He signed the receipt and took his credit card back.

“I never got your name.” Daveed said as he took the bag off the counter.

“My name’s Russell.”

“I’m Daveed, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I know.” Russell chuckled, leaning on the counter.

Daveed furrowed his brows, he knew he wasn’t a nobody but he didn’t perceive himself as someone recognizable.

“I see you on my TV all the time these days. It makes me proud to see a brother excel, gives an old man like me hope. I was around when schools were still segregated and now we have brothers and sisters all over TV. It’s not perfect but it’s something. You’re part of a movement.”

Daveed was speechless, no one had ever said anything like this to him before. He kept opening and closing his mouth, searching for a reply.

“Just keep the movement going, my son looks up to you. You have the same hair.” Russell glanced at Daveed’s wild curls.

“Thank you for telling me that. It makes me feel...I can’t even describe it but, you made my day.” Daveed grinned, opening up his wallet and putting two hundred dollar bills on the counter.

“What else do you want?” Russell asked, looking at the watch display under him.

“Nothing at all.” Daveed said, stuffing the money into the tip jar next to him.

“Have a good one, Russell. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Daveed picked up a business card as he walked to the door, “I’ll see you later!”

“Good luck with your lady! She’d be a fool to not get back with you.” Russell called out after him.

“Let’s hope she feels the same.” Daveed sighed, exiting the shop and going down the block.

Daveed glanced back, contemplating going back to the shop and talking with Russell for a while. However, his stomach rumbled and he decided against it. Pizza sounded good right about now but, he had to eat lightly. He had a dinner later. 

It took Daveed two minutes of hyping himself up to get the courage to enter the restaurant. He was instantly surrounded by a warm ambiance and dim lighting. He took everything in slowly, bumping into a couple since his eyes were on the ceiling.

“I am so sorry.” He backed away, clearly embarrassed.

The woman ensured him that it was alright while her partner glared at him. Daveed turned away, clearing his throat as he walked to the hostess. She looked up and her eyes widened.

“Hello.” Daveed smiled politely, hoping his nervousness wasn’t too obvious in his appearance.

The girl snapped back from her initial shock and proceeded with the usual greeting.

“Hello! Welcome! How many will I be seating?”

“Just me. How long is the wait?”

Daveed glanced around the waiting area, it was pretty packed but he would wait as long as it took.

“No wait at all for you Mr. Diggs, please follow Irene, she’ll take you to your seat.” The hostess gestured to the girl next to her.

They exchanged a few whispers before Irene nodded and turned to Daveed with a smile.

“This way, Mr. Diggs.”

Daveed heard some annoyed huffs behind him and part of him felt bad but, he can’t help that his social status got him special treatment sometimes. He looked around as Irene lead him through the dining room, many couples and families were dressed up and chatting amongst themselves. Daveed felt weird being alone but coming here with someone was not an option.

“Would you like any wine or champagne?” Irene asked as she set the menu down on the table.

“Yes, red wine please.”

“Dry or Sweet?”

“Medium. Thank you.” Daveed sat down, looking at the menu below him as Irene nodded and walked away.

The cover was a deep red, with gold lettering. He opened it and slowly flipped through the pages.

“Jesus.” He muttered under his breath, his eyes jumping from Appetizers to Steaks to Seafood to Pasta.

There were so many options. He jumped slightly as the sound of a cork popping, he glanced up to see Irene pouring wine in his glass. She offered a kind smile as she placed the bottle into the ice bucket she brought to the table.

“Would you like a few more minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes please, thank you.” Daveed picked up the glass, sipping from it.

“Raise your hand when you’re ready and I’ll come over.” Irene said before turning and walking off. Daveed picked up the bottle slowly and read the label.

“Merlot.” His eyebrows raised, “Fancy.” He set it back in the ice bucket.

He shouldn’t have expected any less from you, you were always a ‘go big or go home’ type of girl. He still couldn’t believe he was here. In a restaurant that you owned, about to eat food you were cooking, seeing you for the first time in years. His mouth went dry at that last thought but he sipped his wine, hoping to swallow some of his nerves with each mouthful. He brought his focus back to the menu, looking over each selection closely before closing it and slowly lifting his hand. Irene was by his side in less than 2 seconds.

“What would you like?”

“I”ll take the New York Strip. Medium-rare.” Daveed said as he handed over the menu

“Your two sides? We have mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, french fries, broccoli-”

“Baked potato and broccoli is good.” Daveed cut her off with a small smile. “Will that be all?” Irene asked as wrote down on her pad.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back with your order soon.” She smiled at him once more before walking off to the kitchen.

Daveed sat back in his chair, pulling out his phone to occupy him while he waited. Irene walked into the kitchen, a huge smile on her face.

“We have a star order!”

You looked up from your cutting board as soon as those words left her mouth.

“I wonder who it is this time! Remember when Viola Davis came here and we just about died?” Erica, your sous chef, giggled as she took the ticket.

“You won’t believe it. It’s Daveed Diggs!” Irene bounced on her toes excitedly, “And girl. He looks so damn good.”

Your hands instantly stilled, knife frozen in the air. You slowly set it down, stepping back and walking over to Irene.

“I’m sorry, who is here?” You asked.

You must have misheard her.

“Daveed Diggs! The actor, rapper, hunk of a man that is built like a demigod.” Irene fanned herself with the menu in her hand.

“Calm down, I can see your rock hard nipples from here.” Erica teased, laughing as Irene rolled her eyes.

No one knew about your history with Daveed, they were all oblivious to the fact that he was your ex.

“Boss, you alright? You look like you’re about to pass out. Don’t tell me you got the hots for Mr. Diggs too.” Erica chuckled, turning back to the stove and sautéing her vegetables.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get back to work.” You shook your head, reading the ticket and going to grab the steak.

Thankfully you had cooked enough to do it on autopilot because your head was racing with thoughts. How did he found you? What was he doing here? Why would he come here? Did you want him here? You ignored that last thought as you grabbed a plate and began putting Daveed’s food on it. This was going to Daveed. You found yourself taking extra care to cook his steak perfectly and to put the butter for the baked potato on the side, Daveed liked to put it on himself. You paused your movements for a second, why do you still know that? Once again disregarding the thought, you put the plate onto the serving station.

“Star order up!” You yelled, moving on to the next ticket.

Irene took the plate and left the kitchen. Though you physically moved on to cooking other orders, your stomach was in knots thinking about Daveed’s order. Would he like it? Why should you care if he did or not?

“I’m taking a short break. Erica, take over.” You sighed, walking through the kitchen and out the back door for some fresh air.

You took a deep breath, leaning on the wall and sighing. Of course you thought you and Daveed could maybe bump into each other again but this was so sudden.

“Get it together, Y/N. You’re stronger than this!” You groaned, straightening your posture and returning to work as if nothing happened.

“Here you go Mr. Diggs.” Irene said as she set down the plate, “Enjoy!”

“Thank you.” Daveed said, tucking his phone away and picking up the knife.

He immediately noticed the side of butter and smiled to himself.

“She remembers…” He mumbled, picking up the small container and scraping out some butter.

This little gesture shouldn’t have filled him with more confidence but it did. He spread some steak sauce on the steak and dug in. He hummed in content as the first mouthful hit his taste buds. Sure there were more ingredients and flare in the food but it still tasted like yours. It reminded him of home, of the many meals you and him shared. It was comforting. He got through his food quicker than he meant to but he was still satisfied. He refilled his wine glass and sipped slowly. He didn’t wanna be smashed when he saw you.

“Would you like to see the dessert menu?” Irene asked, picking up the empty plate.

“No thank you, would you please give my compliments to the chef?”

“Of course! I’ll be back with your bill.”

Irene walked off and back into the kitchen, putting the dish in the sink.

“Mr. Diggs said to give compliments to the chef.” Irene singsonged, returning to the chef station.

“Oh did he now? He likes our food Y/N.” Erica bumped your hip playfully and you gave a small smile hoping to pass off as thankful instead of shocked. A part of you was exhilarated by the compliment, the other part of you felt conflicted. You were having an internal battle of joy and frustration.

“Tell him thank you. Let’s get back to work.”

Irene and Erica shared a look before going back to doing their respective jobs. Irene returned with Daveed’s bill. Daveed already had his card ready so he handed it over.

“Chef Y/N appreciates the compliments, Mr. Diggs.” Irene said before turning and walking away.

Daveed bit the inside of his cheek to dim the smile on his face. She didn’t ignore it at least.

Daveed stayed seated, watching people leave slowly until he was the only person left.

“Mr. Diggs? We’re starting to close up.” Irene approached him, confused as to why he hadn’t left after she returned his card to him.

“Oh, sorry. I wanted to speak personally with the chef, I’m an old friend.” He stood up, adjusting his blazer.

“Oh? Well you could wait on the bench in the front. I would let you wait here but we have to wipe down and put the chairs up.” Irene gestured towards the front.

Daveed nodded and walked off to the front, sitting on the bench. Irene smirked to herself as she clocked out, deciding to not notify her boss of Daveed’s intentions to see her. Daveed awkwardly said goodbye to every employee that passed on the way out, ignoring the questioning glances.

You packed away your chef’s uniform, changing into your street clothes once you were sure the kitchen was clean. You locked the back door and exited the kitchen after you turned off the lights. You put your bag on your back as you walked towards the front, turning off the lights in the dining room. Daveed could hear another pair of footsteps and he hoped it was you. He fidgeted with his fingers, holding his breath as you rounded the corner. You froze, locking eyes with Daveed as he slowly stood. You took in his appearance, feeling like the air got knocked out of you by his beauty. His curls were perfect, his suit framed him perfectly. After all these years, Daveed never disappointed or looked less than perfect. You felt underdressed in your jeans and t-shirt but you couldn’t wear a chef uniform while traveling home. However, Daveed thought you looked beautiful anyway, you were always beautiful whether you wore sweatpants or an elegant gown. You both stared at each other for a while, simply trying to grasp the fact you were in the same room for the first time in six years.

“Hi.” Daveed said softly, his signature shy smile appearing on his face.

You cursed your heart for its sudden change in tempo, it felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest.

“Hi, Daveed.” You replied, looking at the floor.

Hearing you say his name again was music to his ears. Hearing you speak was music to his ears. Even after all these years, you were his favorite thing and seeing you tonight confirmed that.

“I told you you would do amazing. This…” Daveed gestured to the room around you, “is amazing. Truly.”

Heat quickly spread from your neck to your cheeks as he continued.

“I didn’t think your food could taste any better but you blew me away tonight.”

“It’s amazing what some extra herbs can do to your food.”

You smiled as Daveed chuckled. You missed that sound more than you liked to admit.

“Yeah...so…” Daveed trailed off, eyes returning to you.

“So…?” You repeated, daring to move closer to him.

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you decided to take over the conversation.

“How did you find this place?”

“Lin.” Daveed replied, smiling as a smile spread across your face.

“Of course, I should’ve known loudmouth Lin would say something.”

“Are you mad that he did?” Daveed asked, the look in his eyes making the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

“No. I’m not.” You shook your head, fidgeting with your fingers. That only made Daveed’s smile widen more.

“I...I missed you…” Daveed whispered softly, stepping closer to you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Daveed moved closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“I..missed you too.” You admitted, voice even softer than his.

Daveed’s eyes looked all over your features; your eyes, your nose, especially your lips. He yearned for them ever since you left, they were one of his favorite things about you. He was so zoned in on them that he didn’t realize he was leaning in towards you.

“D-Daveed?”

He blinked rapidly, jumping back as he realized what he was doing.

“Shit! Shit I’m so sorry I...I wasn’t trying to…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was a nervous wreck and you could sense it, you were thankful he felt the same as you did.

“No, it’s fine! You just zoned out. It’s okay!” You reassured him.

Daveed smiled sheepishly, deciding it would be better to keep his distance from here on out.

“Where are you staying?” You asked, starting to head for the door.

“Marriott a few blocks down.” Daveed followed you out, he stood to the side as you locked the doors.

The streets were still alive with people who were rushing to join the nightlife.

“That’s a pretty one, I catered an event there before.”

You started walking down the block, Daveed fell into step with you.

“You must have catered a lot of events. Which was your favorite?” Daveed asked, not taking his eyes off of you.

He almost tripped off the curb but he was trying his best to take in every new little feature about you. The small mark on your cheek that looked like a scar, the new necklace that hung around your neck, the new piercing on your ear.

“Easy. I catered a reunion for my culinary school. I met a lot of top name people there and got invited out to Italy to “expand my knowledge”. I went to Venice, I rode in a Gondola, I had authentic pizza. I learned more about Italian food then you could ever imagine. I almost cried when I had to leave.” You chuckled, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“Sounds amazing, I would love to go to Italy.”

“Enough about me, what have you been up to?”

“Well, clipping. is working on another album. We went on tour in Europe and the energy there is wild. Me and Cash are working on another album and I’m doing a bunch of acting. There’s actually this HBO special coming out that I’m in. It’s a huge satire, and I had so much fun filming it.” Daveed looked up at the sky, scanning for the moon.

“That’s amazing! I’ll look into it.”

“You could attend a screening with me instead.” was what Daveed wanted to say. Instead he said,

“It’s right up your alley.”

He looked back over at you and you already had your eyes on him. It would’ve been smarter to keep your eyes forward but you both couldn’t look away from each other for more than a few moments. You stopped as you reached Daveed’s hotel.

“Do you live around here?” Daveed asked, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Few train stops away, my train is actually around the corner.”

“I could get you a ride home? Trains are a pain in the ass at night, you would know that better than me.” Daveed offered.

You checked the time. Midnight. The trains were gonna be on their weird schedule and though you were in a good mood, the train ride was something you were dreading.

“You sure? You don’t have to. I don’t want you to waste money.”

“It’s being spent on you. That would never be a waste.”

You looked away, blushing lightly with a small smile.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. Thank you, D.”

“Of course.”

Daveed handed his phone over to you so you could put in your information. In a few minutes you ordered the car, handing the phone back to Daveed as a driver accepted your ride.

“Oh, he’s right around the corner.”

“Most of them sit around here because all the drunk people order cars to get home. They get most their money from drunk college kids and adults.” You pointed out, watching a car come down the street and pull up in front of you.

“Yep, that’s it.” Daveed said after checking the license plate.

You nodded, walking to the car door and opening it.

“Oh,” you turned around to face Daveed, waving at him, “Bye, thanks for the car again.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll see you around?” Daveed asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too eager.

“I’ll see you around.” You agreed, smiling at him.

Daveed smiled back at you, relief flooding through him. You turned around to get in the car when he called out to you.

“Wait!”

You looked back at him, “Yeah?”

“Maybe we should exchange numbers? Just so I know you got home safe and all that, you know.” Daveed suggested, doing his best to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yeah, that would be smart.” You stepped away from the car to give him your phone.

He gave you his and you put in your number and name. Once you were both finished, you switched phones.

“I’ll text you.” You said, looking at the new contact.

“Perfect.”

You both stood there in silence for a second, not knowing how to say goodbye. You wrapped your arms around Daveed, pulling him into a hug. Daveed froze in surprise before he hugged you tightly. You pulled away first, giving him a small smile before you got into the car. Daveed watched the car until it turned the corner. He looked up at the sky.

“Thank you for making this work.” Daveed mumbled before walking inside the hotel.

As he made his way to his room and into the shower, he was thinking about the events of today. This trip wasn’t coordinated what so ever but it ended better than he could ever imagine. He was putting on his pajama pants when his phone vibrated. He tossed his towel on a chair before checking his notifications.

You:

Made it home safely! Thanks again for the ride :)

Daveed smiled to himself, sending his reply as he got into his bed.

Daveed:

Anytime! I got back safely too in case you’re wondering

You laughed at the text, putting down your phone to place your bag on the floor and turn on the lights.

“Smartass as always.” You mumbled to yourself, picking up the phone and writing back.

You:

I mean if you somehow got hurt on the 2 minute walk to your room, I’d have to question your intelligence.

Daveed:

Ouch, that hurts.

You:

Poor baby :((((

Daveed settled into bed, rolling his eyes at your text.

Daveed:

So caring. Thanks.

You:

You know me, always caring for the greater good! How long are you in town for?

Daveed:

I’m actually flying back tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t exactly have high hopes for this reunion and I also have to get back in the studio with Cash. I canceled on him to come out here.

You frowned lightly, part of you wanted to see him again. The other part was thankful he wouldn’t be here anymore. You were conflicted as to what you wanted to happen now that Daveed was here. It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel anything for him but it was too soon to make any calls on your relationship. Take things easy and slow. That’s exactly what you did for the next two and a half months. Daveed flew back home and you two texted on a daily basis. You even reconnected with Rafael. It started with Daveed being lazy and making a group chat to send a meme but then it became an extremely active, waking-up-to-60-text-messages type of group chat. You and Rafa would typically stick to the group chat so when you texted him separately one day, he knew something was up.

You:

Hey Rafa!

Rafa:

Hey Y/N, whats up?

You:

I need a favor.

Rafa:

I assumed as much. This is your first time texting me separately so you probably don’t want Diggs to know?

You:

That would be ideal.

Rafa: I’m already liking this. What do you need?

You:

I want to surprise Daveed at the clipping. concert coming up in a few days.

Rafa raised a brow, glancing at Daveed who was in the booth recording his verse.

Rafa:

You’re coming to California?

You:

I may have just bought a plane ticket on a whim.

Rafa:

What is it with you two and impulse buying?

You:

I just had this urge to see him and then I bought the ticket, I really didn’t think this through. Forget it, I’ll just cancel, this is dumb.

Rafa:

You should come. He would probably be super happy to see you and I would help you sneak in. I’ll even pick you up from the airport.

You bit your lip, staring at the confirmation screen on your laptop. It had started with you looking at old photos of you and Daveed you forgot were on your computer. Then you started thinking about your run in with Daveed almost 3 months ago, the rush that you felt as you walked him to his hotel, the giddy feeling in your stomach as you two texted for the first time in six years. You wanted to see him, you needed to see him. He came to you last time so it was only fair you went to him this time, right?

You:

You sure?

Rafa:

Hella sure. Send me your flight info and I’ll be there.

You were really going to do this.

“Go big or go home.” You whispered to yourself, shutting your laptop and starting to plan what you were gonna pack.

 “Y/N! Over here!”

You turned around and saw Rafa waving from his car. You rushed over, tossing the suitcase into the already open trunk.

“I am so sorry I’m late. The flight got delayed and then the baggage claim took forever to fucking start and God I hope we don’t miss everything.” You babbled, buckling up.

“It’ll cut close but I think we can make it there as they come out for encore.” Rafa pulled off, driving a bit faster than you thought was safe but you didn’t say anything.

“I’ll get you in, take you to the green room and you can wait there for him to get offstage.”

“How did you even sneak off without him saying anything?” You asked, looking over at Rafa.

“I told him yesterday that after ‘Shooter’ I had to run an errand but I’d be back before the end of the show.”

You nodded, looking out the window at the city.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I missed it.” You said, leaning your head against the window.

“The Bay missed you too, Y/N.” Rafa took a quick glance at you before looking at the road again.

You rode in comfortable silence until you got to the venue. You hopped out of the car, following Rafael as he flashed his pass and was let back in. Body & Blood was blaring through the speakers when you entered, the room was insanely hot and the smell of sweat and alcohol was in the air. You ducked your head and spedwalk with Rafa to the backstage door. You both slipped in and took a deep breath as he slowed his speed walk to a casual pace.

“You think he noticed me?” You asked, breathing slightly heavy as Rafael entered a room.

“Not a chance. He was too busy amping up the crowd. We should be good.” Rafa reassured you, sitting on the couch.

“Alcoholic gummy bears?” He offered, holding out the bowl.

“Nah, I’m good.” You shook your head, sitting next to him.

“There’s about 2 songs left before they finish the set.” Rafa informed you, stuffing some of the gummy bears into his mouth.

“I’m actually a bit nervous if I’m gonna be honest.” You admitted, looking over your outfit.

You wore a simple graphic tee with black shorts.

“Maybe I should’ve dressed up more?”

“Gonna pop out to a concert in a clubbing dress or something?” Rafa asked, smiling as you started to laugh.

“No! Not a clubbing dress but maybe...I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you no matter what you wear.”

You knew Rafa was right but you were still a bit nervous.

A couple minutes passed and you heard the crowd cheering loudly.

“I think they just finished. You ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

You giggled and nudged Rafael playfully.

“Jerk.”

You turned your head to the door as it opened, your stomach dropping as Jonathan entered the room. Bill was close behind him and then Daveed walked in. He was wiping his face with the shirt he had removed while on stage.

“Why does sweat burn when it gets in your eyes?” Daveed groaned, stumbling in the general direction of the couch.

Bill and Jon chuckled, nodding as Rafael held a finger to his lips.

Daveed blinked rapidly once he moved the shirt away from his face, trying to focus his vision. Once he could see clearly he looked around, finally noticing your presence.

“Hey.” You waved, nervously awaiting his reaction.

Daveed turned to his groupmates who shook their heads.

“We had nothing to do with this!” Bill said, picking up his bag.

Daveed turned back to you and Rafa, glaring at his best friend.

“Surprise!” Rafa yelled, smiling brightly.

Daveed looked at you again, a wide grin on his face.

“I want to hug you but I am so damn sweaty right now it would be gross. I can’t believe you flew out here!” Daveed sat next to you.

“It’s only fair since you came to me last time. I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes flickered to his torso which was still glistening with sweat.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

You locked gazes with him, willing your heart to slow down but he was looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Yeah..me too.”

Rafa signaled to Bill and Jon, he nodded towards the door and they understood. Quietly they packed up their stuff and slipped out while you and Daveed were talking to each other.

“I’m gonna go meet fans but I’ll be back as quickly as possible. Promise.” Daveed jumped up, still pumped from the show.

You watched him put on a different shirt before jogging out of the room. You played on your phone until Daveed returned, calmer but still smiling brightly.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing the few things he had scattered around.

“After you.”

Daveed lead the way out of the venue and to his car. He waved to some fans who were lingering around the venue before getting in.

“Do you mind if we hang back at my place? I really need to hop in the shower.” Daveed tossed his show shirt into the backseat before putting his key in the ignition.

“Fine with me, I wouldn’t mind just chilling. That plane ride has me exhausted anyway.”

“You hungry? We could get food on the way home?”

You smiled to yourself at the familiarity of this scene. Daveed driving, you in the passenger seat, talking about dinner. This was how things used to be all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Daveed called your name, bringing back into the moment.

“Oh, sorry. I spaced out a bit. Let’s order takeout when we get to your place.”

Daveed glanced over at a red light, giving you a small smile. What you didn’t know was he felt the same way. Part of him wanted to reach out and hold your hand like he used to. Instead, he kept his hands either on the wheel or on his lap. Eventually you pulled up to Daveed’s apartment building. You followed behind as he entered and called the elevator.

“This is nice.” You commented as he pushed the “4” button.

“Our old house felt too big once you left, I needed something smaller and different. Rafa found this place online and we both agreed quickly it was for us.” Daveed explained as he exited the elevator and lead you to a door marked 410.

You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as you thought of your old house. It was really yours, you designed all the rooms with little input from Daveed. You wondered who could be living there now.

“I’m gonna shower. Go ahead and get comfy.” Daveed walked down the hall, leaving you alone in the living room.

You decided to check out the rooms while Daveed was cleaning up. You looked around the living room and kitchen. You knew there wouldn’t be much design since Rafa and Daveed were never into decorating. You walked down the hall, the sound of water getting louder as you passed a door.

“Bathroom.” You muttered to yourself, thinking about the many times you’d seen Daveed get in and out of the shower.

The many times you shared showers together.

Not the right time Y/N.

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head as you continued down the hall to another room. You peeked in and knew straight away it was Daveed’s room. The papers strewn about the room was a dead giveaway. You would always yell at him to try and keep the room clean back when you two shared a room but when Daveed got an idea, he was everywhere and so were his papers. You giggled to yourself and closed the door, continuing down the hall. You peeked in another room and assumed this had to be Rafael’s room. It was more put together than Daveed’s, his laptop sitting on his desk and a backpack on his bed. You closed the door and started walking back to the living room, the only other thing you could peek in was hallway closets. You slowed down as you near Daveed’s door. Part of you wanted to explore his room but the other part felt it was going too far. You had only seen each other twice in the past 6 years. You turned to the bathroom and listened closely, the water was still running. Good.

You entered Daveed’s room, shutting it behind you. You slowly walked deeper into the room, taking in everything around you. You eyed his unmade bed, debating if making it was too much.

“I’m already in here.” You reasoned, walking over and clearing his bed before making it. Once the bed was to your satisfaction, you placed his computer back on it. You picked up his notebook and the papers on the floor with the intention of putting them on his desk. You set down each paper one by one, scanning over the words before putting it on top of his notebook. It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten to read Daveed’s work, he was still as brilliant as ever. You got to the last paper and the title caught your eye.

“‘Six Years’.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting on the desk.

The paper had a lot of scratched out words and erase marks, nevertheless, you read it anyway.

“Y/N?”

You yelped and threw the paper down on the desk, making eye contact with a wet and almost naked Daveed.

“Woah! Shit! Sorry! Sorry I, shit, fuck, oh my god.” You covered your eyes, embarrassment burning in your cheeks.

“I was just looking around and I came in here without thinking and I am so sorry I shouldn’t have come in here.” You rambled, eyes screwed shut though you were already covering your face. 

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you slowly lowered your hands and opened your eyes. He looked amused.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“Me? Noooo, never! I’m not laughing.” Daveed replied, biting back laughter.

Your eyes wandered down his chest to his towel that left very little to the imagination.

“Are you looking at my dick print?”

Your eyes snapped back up to his face, your blush deepening.

“No! I think my phone’s ringing I’m gonna just go.” You blurted, running out the room and into the living room.

“Why did I go in there?” You scolded yourself, hitting yourself lightly on the forehead as you sat on the couch.

You were here a total of 15 minutes and already had embarrassed yourself beyond belief. You wanted to run, you wanted to turn back time and start over. Instead, you waited patiently on the couch for Daveed to come out. You turned to the hallway when you heard a door open. Daveed came into your line of sight, wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

“Hey, do you want a pair of sweatpants?” He asked, sitting next to you on the couch.

“N-no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’ve seen me naked a lot of times, you know.” Daveed pointed out, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

“Well yeah, but I was just caught off guard.”

“So you look at my dick.”

“Daveed for the love of God.” You whined, covering your face again as he laughed.

“I’m just saying it’s nothing new, it’s chill. No need to be embarrassed.” He smiled reassuringly.

You dropped your hands and looked at him. He was right, you weren’t strangers. You’ve been friends for months now and knew each other for most of your lives.

“You’re right. I guess getting back into the swing of things is still a process.” You replied, picking up your phone.

“Chinese?”

“Chinese.” Daveed agreed, clicking through channels, “The usual for me. Oh wait, you probably don’t rem-”

“I do.” You cut him off, dialing the number and clicking call, “Spare rib tips with pork fried rice. Right?”

Daveed looked over at you, nodding with a grin on his face.

“I’m shocked you remember.”

You opened your mouth to answer when an employee picked up the phone. You gave them your order and let Daveed tell them the address.

“Should be here in 30.” You said, hanging up the phone.

Daveed’s arm rested behind you on the couch. You leaned back, instinctively swinging a leg on his lap. You went to move it when Daveed rested his hand on your knee.

“It’s fine, I did say get comfortable.” He reminded you, giving you a small smile.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” You repeated, putting your other leg in his lap.

You turned to the TV, trying to ignore the chill that ran through you as Daveed traced patterns on your knee absentmindedly. You fidgeted with the bottom of your shorts, trying to focus on the movie Daveed chose to put on. Then he started to twirl the ends of your hair. You relaxed even more, sinking closer until your head was resting on his shoulder. Daveed rested his head on top of yours, smiling to himself. You closed your eyes, the movie long forgotten as Daveed’s scent surrounded you.

You started thinking about old times, you seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You would be getting ready for work and you’d think back to the mornings Daveed would try and keep you in bed when you had errands to run. You would bake yourself cookies as a treat and think about how you used to chase Daveed out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t eat all the cookie dough. You would hear a certain song and think about the rare Sunday mornings when Daveed would help you clean as you sang along to the radio loudly. You would see an advertisement with Daveed in it and think back to when you would mock his poses and make jabs at him. Some days you didn’t need something to trigger a memory, you would just think of him.

Daveed.

You pulled back so you could look at him, Daveed noticed your movements and looked down at you. There it was again, that look in his eyes that always made you melt. You softly placed your hand on his cheek, softly stroking the scruff on his face. He smiled lightly, keeping his eyes on you. Then your gaze moved to his lips and the only thing on your mind was how they felt against yours. You could barely remember and that needed to change. You softly pressed your lips to Daveed’s, your hand moving from his cheek to fist his shirt. You pulled away slowly when he didn’t react, ready to apologize and run out. Before you could get a word out Daveed surged forward, crashing his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, pulling hard on his shirt until you were laying on the couch and he was hovering over you. The shift was awkward but eventually you had your legs wrapped around Daveed, arms around his neck and hands in his hair. You rolled your hips against him, tugging on his bottom lip. Daveed grunted softly, one of his hands gripping your hip as he rutted against you.

Then you felt Daveed rip himself away from you and off the couch. You blinked slowly, stunned by the sudden loss of contact. Daveed was across the room, breathing heavily and looking at you.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I…” Daveed sighed, running his hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I wasn’t thinking and I just went for it. I pushed you too far-”

“I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. I loved it. I love you. I miss you. Fuck.” Daveed rambled, pacing back and forth.

It was more like he was fighting with himself than talking to you.

“Then why did you stop?” You asked, sitting up straight.

That question made Daveed stop pacing. He stared ahead at the wall, chewing his lip in deep thought. You watched him, waiting for a reply but he never spoke. Instead he turned away from you.

“Daveed? Talk to me… did I do something wrong?” You stood up slowly, walking over to him but still keeping your distance.

Daveed shook his head, chuckling humorlessly.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

You frowned, taking a step back from him.

“I’m sorry…”

You didn’t know what you were apologizing for but you felt the need to say it.

“I ruined everything again, didn’t I?” You asked, voice trembling as you fought back tears.

You came here with hopes of things being better but just like six years ago, you were throwing it all away. This time it was unintentional and every attempt to salvage anything only screwed you further.

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t, it’s me.” Daveed reassured you, facing you once again.

“I…” Daveed trailed off, taking a deep breath.

“I’m scared. What if you just run off again? I don’t want to get so deeply invested in you again just to get fucked over. I understand why you chose to leave and I know it was for the best but that doesn’t mean it didn’t mess me up when you left.”

Your heart shattered, for the first time you saw how deeply your decision affected Daveed. You could see the damage you left behind when you walked out of that door. You delicately took Daveed’s hand, squeezing it.

“I know it’s hard to trust my word but it’s all I got Daveed. The moment I saw you at my restaurant I knew I was still in love with you. I never tried to get over you and part of me didn’t want to get over you.”

Your free hand reached up to Daveed’s chin, tilting his head so he was looking into your eyes.

“I love you too. I want to try again and I’m not going anywhere. I know only time will prove my words but I mean it.” You said in a soft voice, lacing your fingers together.

Daveed squeezed your hand before kissing the back of it.

“I believe in second chances.” He responded, smiling widely.

You mirrored his smile before tackling him with a hug. Daveed stumbled backward a bit before regaining his footing and hugging you back.

The doorbell rang, causing you two to break apart.

“Perfect timing, I’m starving.” You kissed Daveed’s cheek before going to answer the door. You paid for the food and sat down next to Daveed on the couch.

“Fortune cookies first!” You smiled, handing Daveed one.

“Okay okay.” He chuckled, cracking his open.

“‘People are naturally attracted to you.’ Eh, this one is kinda bullshit.” Daveed shrugged.

“I think it’s a cute one! Mine says, ‘The man or woman you desire feels the same about you.’ Oh my god, does that mean Bruno Mars actually wants me!” You turned to Daveed with a faux surprised face.

Daveed rolled his eyes, picking up his takeout container.

“Why don’t you go find out?” He grumbled, eating some of his rice.

“Awwwww, is someone jealousssss?” You teased, poking his side before picking up your container and opening it.

“Nope.”

“Yes you areeeee.”

“Y/N, leave me alone.” Daveed deadpanned but you could tell by his facial expression he was trying not to smile.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You’re cute in general.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you cuddled up to his side again.

“You’re corny.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.” You retorted, giggling as Daveed looked over at you.

“Oh but I’m the corny one?”

“I’m cute corny, you’re just wack.”

“Getting real close to bending you over my knee.” Daveed jested, sipping from his water bottle.

“That’s my favorite place to be.” You purred, kissing his jaw.

You smirked when Daveed choked on his water and started coughing. This was how it was meant to be.

#daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs imagine #daveed diggs fluff #hamilcast rpf #hamilcast x reader #hamilcast imagine

[b0rtney]

the shit is being painstakingly scraped out of the fan

so what you guys may know is that my updates to my fics went a little haywire last week and this week. what u may not know is why. here’s why. 

Last Friday, I spent most of the day doing orientation and schedule building for my fall semester transfer to University of Iowa (:D). It’s mandatory orientation, and it has a deadline, so I prioritized that over the update of the last chapter of my friday fic, “Eight Weeks with Eri” (sorry guys, i gotta value my education <3 i still love yall). I didn’t finish until late, I was trying to simultaneously take care of my 2 foster kittens and their momma, and I didn’t feel well regardless, so I posted a quick “sorry the update is late” on ao3 and went to bed.

On Saturday, I had full intentions to write up the chapter and post it, but I did need some things for the kittens pretty urgently (out of cat litter, for one thing). My guess at a day plan was: shower, go to target, tidy up after the kittens, write chapter, post. Nope! My mom tells me that one of her clients (she’s a real estate agent) left her cat at her old house, instead of bringing it with her in the move. So. New day plan. Pick up that lady’s cat, bring her home, go to target-- and all of that takes a while, so I don’t get home until 8 pm. I didn’t even get to shower. I felt a headache coming on, so I went to bed early. I felt awful about not updating, and was worried about my monday fic too, but I was just exhausted. (for anyone who’s curious, no. the client’s cat (Angel) and my foster momma (Nikki) did not get along. at all.) My brother instantly fell in love with Angel, set up a litter box and food/water area in his room, and said he would take care of her. We all kind of agreed that lady shouldn’t get her cat back (sorry, not sorry).

On Sunday, as one of my previous posts detailed, I got taken out at the knees by a migraine so bad I could feel it in my palms. I was shivering with cold, but couldn’t understand why my body was convulsing because I didn’t feel cold, I just felt pain. This is genuinely probably the worst migraine I’ve ever had. It lasted all day and nothing helped except unconsciousness-- but even that wasn’t an option because I had to take care of my foster kittens, baby Dre, baby Eminem (I called him “nemnem”) and momma Nikki. It was genuinely awful. I remember very little starting at the time it set in the night before until I woke up on Monday. (If any of the events here are out of order (for instance, I’m not sure whether I posted the temp chapter for “Eight Weeks” on Friday or Sunday, and all the days and times are pretty iffy for me) this migraine is very likely why. It made a small resurgence on Wednesday night/Thursday morning.)

Monday, I felt much better! I played with the kittens in the morning, and figured I had earned a little bit of a break after such a shitty few days. I would write the chapters after an early lunch and post them by that night. Right before I went to sit down and write, Eminem crawled (very insistently!) into my lap. I said alright, okay, you can sit with me while I write, and I settled him into my lap and got to work on the long-overdue final chapter of “Eight Weeks with Eri.” But when I looked down to pet him, his eyes and mouth were both open. He sometimes fell asleep like that, so I went to close them for him, but he wouldn’t respond. I got worried. I tried to shake him awake. Nothing worked. He wasn’t breathing. I picked him up in my hands and ran downstairs, yelling for my parents (my dad is a firefighter/emt, and has resuscitated kittens before), but he was gone. Just like that. No warning. He had been playing, totally normally, not 30 minutes before. Of course, I cried for a while before I could even move. When I went to check on Dre, he was suddenly walking funny. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I texted the rescue org that connected me with these kittens, they sent me the phone #/address of a vet, and I drove him there (45 minutes both ways jfc). The doctor diagnosed Dre with a congenital heart murmur and some level of paralysis in 3/4 limbs, and his tail. They said the prognosis wasn’t great. A neurologist might be of some help, but it would be expensive, and life quality wouldn’t be great. The vet tech took me aside and just said to make him comfortable as he goes. I thought he was going to die that night, and I held him for hours. Every once in a while, he would stop breathing for a few seconds, until I rubbed his rib cage and he would wake up with a little start. I thought he was going to die. 

Tuesday morning I woke up on the floor (I slept next to baby Dre’s little bed on te floor, just in case), and immediately began researching online. I read vetrinary textbooks mostly (thank you, GoogleBooks). I would open a vet textbook and ctrl+f for Dre’s symptoms, and I kept going and going and checking, rechecking, double-triple-quadruple-checking, I cross-referenced. Literally it was a lot. But what I found was that Dre likely has feline arterial thromboembolism. Without the jargon I had to muddle through, that means a blood clot was blocking the flow to his limbs. The textbooks said the prognosis wasn’t great. I don’t remember everything, because this was a whole three days ago, but the condition (at whatever time the textbook was written) wasn’t common, so I had to cobble together a treatment plan based on similar diagnoses, symptoms, and whatever medications we had on-hand (the vet gave us none-- but we’ve had pets with medical issues before, so we have some options). I went to the store to pick up baby aspirin, because acetaminophen is toxic to cats and we needed aspirin doses small enough to give to a 400 gram kitten who’s barely weaned. At the Rite-Aid, I picked up what would be my best friend for the next two days: a sale-pack of 3-for-$3 Charleston Chews (two of the boxes were the only thing I ate or drank until Thursday). I gave Dre the baby aspirin at the recommended dose, and when his pain got a lot worse, I gave him the recommended dose of tramadol (we had some leftover from a previous pet injury/illness). He trembled with pain that night as he fell asleep, before the tramadol kicked in. I thought he was going to die again. I fell asleep on the floor again.  (at some point on this day, my brother managed to accidentally let Angel, my mom’s client’s cat, out of the house, and she ran off. We are still trying to find her.)

Wednesday, finally, some good news. Dre could use both of his front paws (one of which had been partially paralyzed), and he could flick his tail is he really, really wanted to! It was, literally, a miracle. He couldn’t get around on his own, including to eat, drink water, and use the bathroom, but with help he even accomplished these tasks with success! I continued to give him tramadol at the recommended doses every 12 hours (he hated the taste! icky!), but cats don’t metabolize aspirin fast, so that didn’t need to be taken today. He slept a lot. I was still guarded about hoping for him to make it, but there was hope! I finally wrote and updated both chapters of fics that I was late for (”Eight Weeks with Eri” and “Rest for the Wicked”), but between it all didn’t have the energy to post my wednesday fic, “their whole entire lives” (sorry yall) or respond to comments like I usually do. I finally took that shower I had planned on taking Saturday too (it was. so nice. it had been a while since I last went 5-6 days without showering (last time it was depression lmao)). 

thurs (dre starts to use back paws, front paw straightens)

Thursday marks the day I’m writing this from. I slept on the floor again, but finally got fed up with waking up every few hours because my back hurt, and moved to my bed at something like 6 am, and slept until 9 am. Dre now has almost complete use of his front paws and tail, and limited use of his back legs! He can’t get around fast, but he can get around! It looks like he’s gonna make it you guys! (I think he misses his brother now that he’s feeling better. He has picked a tiny stuffed animal that he plays with, grooms, and will not fall asleep without.) I posted a chapter of my wednesday fic, “their whole entire lives” too. My friends and I might go to our local protest tomorrow, but I’m not sure how long I can stay because I don’t want to leave Dre stranded if he needs my help. If nothing else, I’ll go donate some snacks, waters, and maybe even some signs to the protesters, if they want them, so I can contribute even if I can’t leave the house for long. It’s something like midnight now, so I’m going to schedule this to upload later and head to sleep (in my bed this time, not the floor). 

It’s been a rough week or so. I might take this friday (and maybe next friday) off to restock my prewritten stuff so I can give yall regular-length, on-time updates as we move forward. 

In the words of AJR: a hundred bad days make a hundred good stories

so, ya know, look out for kitten fostering gone sideways in some future fics or somn XD

#wow that was longer than expected #woops #in my defense this is my emotional support hobby/career #tbh im not even gonna do real tags on this one bc im exhausted and i dont think anyone outside my followers really cares #unless youre not one of my followers and you still care #in which case #thank *you* random citizen #no but fr fr #<3 #ilyasm

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I took my second solo travel trip in October to Nashville. I know it’s a bit later to write about it now, but better late than never! Like my last trip, I was able to get my travel expenses paid for since I arrived a few days ahead of a business meeting.

While asking Facebook friends recommendations on things to do, I discovered a friend from home, K,  would also be in Nashville at the same time. Of course we arranged to meet up. Below are the highlights from my trip. I hope you enjoy my pictures and commentary.

Saturday

Biscuit Love and 12 South

After landing from my early morning flight, I immediately took my first Uber to Biscuit Love.  Fortunately, it was early so the line was pretty short (15-20 minute-wait) and as a party of one, I was able to get in even sooner for a seat at the bar. I have heard the line can stretch around the block so I was pretty lucky!

Definitely in love: Fluffy biscuit, eggs, grits, bacon & jam.

After, I dropped off my luggage at my Airbnb and then wandered over to 12 South neighborhood. I visited Draper James, Reese Witherspoon’s store, which has some very cute, but terribly overpriced clothing, and also took a picture next to the famous “I believe in Nashville” mural.

I believe in Nashville!

Draper James: So cute, but so expensive, ya’ll

Guitars at Corner Music

Country Music Museum

I then went to the waterfront to meet my friend K for the hop on hop off bus tour of Nashville. We rode around on the bus for a few stops and then got off at the Country Music Museum. I don’t particularly like country music, but I enjoyed the museum. It was pretty interesting and interactive. There was an exhibit on Shania Twain which gave a detailed account of her life (stepfather was abusive, first husband cheated on her, Come on Over Tour was one of the highest grossing tours, she used videos to market her music instead of concerts, from the same hometown as my friend K) and an up-close look at her sparkly outfits.

The museum was also full of instruments, outfits, and memorabilia from other country artists as well as information on Nashville’s background as music city. I recognized some of the names (Taylor Swift, Johnny Cash, Elvis), but learned about some new musicians (Lynn Anderson, Maybelle Carter) as well.

Shania Twain exhibit

So many records! They were everywhere.

Taylor Swift’s dress from Love Story ❤ ❤

Yes, I did take a picture of this fake Taylor Swift bus that was part of an exhibit. Don’t judget me.

Dress she wore to the ACM Awards.

Nashville really embraces its nickname as Music City. There is live music everywhere and it is amazing! I ate a hot chicken sandwich at the Stillery and was serenaded by live music. What a treat! We also explored Marathon Village which had some interesting shops and a museum of vintage cars (free!).

I couldn’t make it to Hattie B’s, but I enjoyed this hot chicken sandwhich at the Stillery. chicken at the Stillery.

Marathon cars in the museum at Marathon Village

Sunday

Bicentennial Park & Farmer’s Market

After working a few hours in the morning, I went back out to explore. I took the hop on hop off bus to Bicentennial Park, but unfortunately it was raining so I only took a quick look around. I took refuge in the Farmers’ Market, which was thankfully covered and ate some BBQ for lunch. I was considering eating Jeni’s ice cream, but sadly I was too full!

Nashville Farmer’s Market. Lots of tasty food, not enough time to eat it all.

The Ryman

After, I made my way over to the Ryman, which was my favorite tour. Originally built as a revival hall, the building was used for public events and concerts, and was the home of the Grand Ole Opry show for a long time. The building was saved from being demolished and is used for concerts today. It has one of the best acoustics. Built in 1892, the Ryman has a colorful history.

Thomas Ryman was a wealthy business who attended the revival of traveling preacher Sam Jones in an effort to prove him wrong. Well, Jesus intervened and instead Ryman became a Christian! He was so convicted, he decided to build a dedicated meeting space, the Union Gospel Tabernacle, which was renamed the Ryman after his death. That’s awesome!

Inside the Ryman Auditorium

The manager of the Ryman for 50 years was a BOSS LADY who GOT STUFF DONE. Originally a stenographer, Lula Naff was a widow and a mother who took over managing the Ryman when her employer went out of business. She did everything. Booking talent? Promoting events? Challenging censorship? Championing diversity? Check, check, check, check!

Lula Naff – Boss lady getting stuff done!

After the Ryman, I briefly toured the Tennessee State Museum. It’s a free museum, that has a little bit of everything so I wanted to check it out.

The Parthenon and Centennial Park

My next stop was the Parthenon and  which is a bizarre structure in Centennial Park. It is a full-scale replica of the Parthenon in Athens, Greece just in Nashville, Tennessee, that was built for the state’s centennial exposition in 1897 because that is a completely normal thing to do. There is a HUGE Athena statue covered in gold that was only completed in the 1990s. The enormous brass doors are perfectly balanced and our tour guide said you could move them with your pinky. In the basement, there’s also an exhibit of American painters which is quite nice.  The park itself is very spacious and green. I would have loved to run in it, but it was raining and my running shoes were back at the hotel.

The outside of the Parthenon in Centennial Park

The perfectly balanced bronze doors. This couple refused to move out of the way and hovered by the doors. I finally gave up and just snapped the picture.

Athena is truly larger than life.

Close up of Athena’s shield showing Medusa’s head.

Good job, Tennessee! This sign in Centennial Park celebrates women’s suffrage. You’ll see in the background some women are getting ready to take a photo with the statue of the suffragettes. Go ladies!

After a jam-packed day, I went back to the hotel to get ready for a night on the town! I rode on one of those pedal taverns and went to a honky tonk….just kidding…who do you think I am? I went back to the hotel and ran 11 miles on the treadmill to train for my half marathon!

Monday

I worked on Monday, so there wasn’t too much excitement. I did work in Tin Cup Coffee where I ordered a special sandwich for extra motivation. Once the workday was over, I finally made it over to Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream, which had an overwhelming amount of gourmet flavors.  Normally a chocolate person, because of the hot day, I instead settled for goat cheese and raspberry. Later, I crossed over the John Seigenthaler Pedestrian Bridge to view the Cumberland River and the city. Then, it was time to fly back home!

Yum, yum! Definitely worth it!

Gorgeous view of the Cumberland river and Nashville from the top of the pedestrian bridge.

Travel Lessons

In hindsight, there are always things you learn with each trip! While I wouldn’t have rented a car, because parking was a pain, but Nashville is not exactly walkable so I should have taken this into consideration more. While I did create a Google Map with all the locations I wanted to visit marked on it, I could have done a better job thinking through my transportation. I took Uber for the first time (I know…I am a grandma), but it’s not cheap. I definitely appreciated the public-transportation in NYC. There was one night I wanted to go get ice cream from my Airbnb, which was near Vanderbilt, but I was too sketched out standing at the bus stop after dark because the streets were deserted at 7 PM and didn’t want to pay $20 for an Uber there and back. In contrast at 10 PM I felt completely comfortable walking in Manhattan. This whole problem could have been solved by getting dinner before arriving back at the Airbnb…but my phone was low on battery, which brings me to point # 2.

I always forget to bring a portable charger, but this is a must – especially if you are using your phone for photos, directions, and Uber. I ran out of battery and went to a hotel to ask if I could charge my phone. Fortunately, they were very nice and allowed it, otherwise I would have been stuck.

I also wish I could have worn a backpack the remainder of Monday to haul around my laptop, after work. I did leave the rest of my luggage at the hotel bag check, but I don’t feel comfortable doing that with a laptop. But honestly, if you’re already young, carrying a backpack (even a nice one) to a business meeting just makes you look like you are a student.. Even though others had back packs and were dressed more casually, I am not really able to do that. Maybe in another 10 years it won’t matter, but for now I have to carry a black leather laptop bag that is 100% business.

Questions

Have you been to Nashville? What was your favorite part?

Do you solo travel?

How do you solve the business backpack problem?

How can I ever thank you for reading this entire LONG post?

Welcome to Music City, Y’all – My Nashville Solo Trip I took my second solo travel trip in October to Nashville. I know it’s a bit later to write about it now, but better late than never!

#Country Music #Nashville #Solo travel #Taylor Swift #Travel #Uber #vacation #wanderlust

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Me.trocon 2017 Saturday

diary for future me, read if you want but it’s rly only 4 myself tbh. Cosplayed: mik.an Tsumiki

OKAY so the morning was rly bad and hectic and i dont like remembering it but i woke up and got ready bc the lol.ita fashion show was at 10 am and dad n i left and dad stopped by burger king to get himself some food but my cramps flared up BADLY and i had a midol in my bag so i took it out but im afraid of pills and cant swallow them so i was shaking and then i started crying and the drive-thru girl was like “oh gosh are you okay?” and i explained what was going on but rushed and sloppily and she was like “oh this happens to my lil sis too.. it’s okay sweetie just relax” or soething and i had dad park the car in the parking lot of burger king and for me to put my midol in a BK crospy crown and take a huge bite and swallow but that backfred and i chewed some of the pill and it was Blegh but the midol didnt kick in right away and the cramps were still v bad so i had dad rive me home so i could lie down for a while and i asked mom to use the heater bc she accidentally woke up so i asked her while she was awake and she kept saying no bc she liked it but when i begged she let me use her bed and used mine and it barely helped but overtime i gradually geew okay and hadd to calm myself so the stress wouldnt make my cramps return and i left at like 11 am and i missed the BB panel too but it’s Okay and i walked in and met up w haji near the ticket place and thankfully her mom let us wander around the con

so we went to the GF panel but i was mainly distracted by a small octopus plushie on some guy’s head and haji n i kept joking abt us knocking it off his head and abt the guy playing space jam and bassboosted music outside the panel room and it being audible whenever someone opened the door to leave or come in pff... but the dipper did the lamby dance and it was cute aa and the dipper offered ppl in the audience scooby snacks to any of the audience so haji n i had one n it was rly good aa i hadnt had one of those in years theyre Yummy...

Anyway, after that, i tried to go to the DR meetup, but it was rly rly tiny?? like we held it inside w like 2 handfuls of ppl and we tried to get the junkos to step on the tsumikis (there were 3 of us, including me) w 2 junkos bc i requested it but the junkos didnt wanna accidentally pantyshot the camera so we got up from our kneeling positions haha and haji went to the dealers room for a while while this was going on and i tried to help the mikan when she said she got a cut on her face but she said it was alright and eventualy haji came back and i left w her and we decided not to go to the m.lp panel that i kind of wanted to go to and instead went to the dealers room and looked around and i showed her the idol merch table and haji said she’d buy me anything bc she didnt get to give me a birthday present earlier on in the year so i looked around for a Big hamster plushie or something but those seemed expensive so we came back to the idol table and got me the tori keychain i’d been wanting since yesterday or thirsday and haji got a tsukasa and then we ran into the ppl running the fine panel and we all joked abt “ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, EICHI!!” 

and we walked around for a bit more before going to the rw.by panel but we could barely hear and we had to sit at the back of the room due to lack of seats so haji and i just whispered to eachother the whole time and i had haji read part of an en.stars smut fic w impregnation kink (just kink not actual mpreg) and a lil stupid thing i wrote abt rei and koga and then we watched the service dog near us near the other corner and watched it lick the carpet and Rest and enjoyed watchin it then we tried to walk around and someone asked for a pic of me but i was like “UHH WHERES MY SYRINGE PROP” so haji thought i elft it on the floor of the other panel and she left to go find it while i waited near these ppl bc they were just hanging out anyway and i kept worrying like “shes been gone for a while.. is she okay this shouldve been quick oh god” and my cramps started returning a lil but i tried to keep myself calm and the uraraka was like “are you okay i can go try n retkrkieve her if she got lost” and i was like “it’s okay” and eventually i checked deep in my bag and found it and i tried to call haji but she arrived just as i called her and i was like “i found it im sorry aa” and then we Ran to the en.stars panel

AND THE EN.STARS PANEL WAS SO SO MUCH FUN!! I have the first half recorded on video and since it’s rly late rn, i wont type too much abt that, but i asked eichi if he was anyone’s sugar daddy and, if not, would he be mine and he said he was kind of one to hajime and bought him lots of things and haji asked who was the most into minions and it was apparently Tori and i showed them the scooby doo au i made w some of haji’s assistance and showed wtaru (and the others) the Scoobkai Doonata that i drew and they all were laughing and i wa glad aa and the topic of vore came up again and i showed them shino’s ku.rochia vore post and the kiryu was like “OH MY GOD CAN I GIV U MY TWITTER SO I CAN BE SENT THAT” and the panelists were laughing and tori read the tweet aloud while laughing and i told them the ensemble vore account and eichi was like “well, theyve prob gained more followers today” and i asked if anyone in the audience wanted to see it and omeone rasied their hand so i showed them and they were laughing too and it was Wild.wataru apparently named his doves after fine members and tomoya, and i asked kiryu if he could lift rabits + fine and they nodded and i later asked if he knew that he’s a thicc bara and the fandom thirsts for him and he laughed and nodded. Haji asked them if they’d heard rainbow circus nightcore bassboosted and the eichi said they played it at practice ssometimes (i thick this was ooc not in-character answer) and someone in the audience actually KNEW the person who made that and messaged them and they messaged them that tori said they liked them and the rainbow cisurcus stuff and the person replied w “ Why” and honestly this whole panel was FUN but so someone told us where the en.stars buttons were so the fine group, their friend the kiryu, haji, and i all went to the booth and got buttons and i said goodbye to eeryone and walked around for a minute then haji n i went into the vol.tron talk panel and haji had to leave aww and after that the vol.tron panel was mostly shitty fanfic reading, swearing, and roasts and i wanted to go to vol.tronival but for reason i thought thatd be rude bc the panelists were like “we have to compete w... THAT” and so i stayed and went on my ipad most of the time.

I went to the per.sona 5 q and a and it was so full that i had to stand in the back but they sometimes kept bringing up per.sona 4 and perso.na 3 so i was confused and they said they were abt to start trivia and it might have spoilers so i took that opportunity to leave bc i dont want spoilers and it was kind of boring so i walked around the dealers room and i found a Rock and Uno and i talked to them and turns out the Rock was actually the mondo from the day before bc they said “hey, sweetie!” in a nice tone and i was confused and they were like “ah im the mondo btw!” so we talked and i talked abt how i watched both seasons of nan.baka in like.. 2 days and i was like “uno’s best boy-” and rock (as a joke) went deadpan and walked away and i was like “ROCK IS ALSO A GOOD BOY JUST.. UNO...” and rock came back and i said that uno and nico stole my heart and uno fistbumped me and rock was like “you should cosplay w us sometime~!” and i said i was considering doing uno but couldnt and i cant do most of the characters bc long sleeves and rock said i’d be cute as the chinese qi kid and i was like “i cant paint myself either but thank you!” and they had to leave but i got rock’s tumblr and they called me cute or sweet and i looked around the dealers room for a second more before scurrying to the LL panel and apparently the thing was 2 hours??

but anyway it was p funny and we all just messed around and did q and a and games like handshake  killer and karaoke! i sang half of Sentimental Liars but my voice wasnt as loud as i wouldve liked it and kind of shaky bc i was cold and Nervous and the nico from the panel and another random guy clapped for me and the 2 en.stars fans in front of me said my voice sounded nice and at some point i overheard those 2 talking abt making a screamo cover of melody in the dark and i was like “omfg are yall gonna actually make a cover. go fully hardcore” and Dead girl walking and candy store got sung and it was a Fun panel. the kiryu from earlierwalked in too so when everyone was talkign to eachother near the end of the panel, i asked shino if they wanted to say anything to the kuro and shino asked them how ranking went and the kiryu said they couldnt rank and shino was just so happy and keysmashing and asked f i could say “pls lift me mr.bara” and the kiryu chuckled and the kiryu was like “do they want me to like.. do anyfin?” so i asked shino and all he said was “DAB” so i took a pic of the kiryu dabbing and shino said they hadnt been feeling well so it cheered them up so i told the kiryu that and they said to tell shino that that made them happy and when the kiryu and i swapped tumblr apparently they already follow me and im like “FGNEGN DUDE.. I KNO U IVE SEEN U IN MY FOLLOWERS LIST IM YUMENOSAKIACADEMY ROX...” n they were like “oH” and they showed me a funny post abt shu and i proposed a tri.ch shu hc and then they ahd to leave but i stayed for the vol.tron panel but i was messaging shino thru most of it but i saw lynds (as lance) get hugged by the panel’s lance and i read some en.stars doujins and messaged another friend too so i wasnt paying much attention, then istill stayed in the room for the rw.by panel, but same i was just on my ipad but i saw some of the dares and the jaune sang and stuff and evemtually it was over and i walked around taking pics before going outside to wait for dad to pick me up 

and i took a pic of a pidge, lance, and keith and gav em lollipops and the pidge was like “omg ur nails.. wait, did u go to a hai.kyuu panel last year?” and i was like “ah, no i was casu.al d v a” and they were like “yea, but u went TO  a hai.kyuu panel, yea?” and i said yea and they were like “aa i was the hinata u talked to. i recognized u bc the nails” and i laughed bc thats my only noticable feature, huh. pff

#U COULD TELL I RUSHED TYPING THE END OF THIS ITS ALMOST 4AND I HAVE TO SHOWER AND WAKE UP FOR THE CON TOMORROW TOO AA #diary #pill mention