#missed my chance. and lia left today and she only ever did that for me metaphorically but… tonight i feel more alone than ever.
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Letters To A Stranger
Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary: The story of a girl who loved a boy, but couldn't talk, so she wrote.
Warnings: fluff for a bit, but then massive angst, and i mean massive, STOP READING HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS BUT I WOULDN'T FEEL OKAY WITHOUT LISTING ALL THE ANGST FACTORS
(mentions of ED, mentions of self-harm, implied character death, mentions of social anxiety)
Word Count: 1.3k words
Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes
A/N: did you miss me?
Masterlist
February 21st, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
Are you new? Or was I simply too oblivious to your presence until now? I've never seen you before, you're really pretty.
I don't think I've ever used the word "pretty" to describe a man before. Well, boy, but my point stands.
But you really are. With your caramel eyes, and artistically tousled hair. You're cute. Kind of like a puppy. Not that I'm attracted to dogs, of course, but there's really no better way to describe you. Your face lights up when you talk on the phone, like an excited golden retriever who'd just been told he was going for a walk. I wonder who you're talking to. Is it your partner? Please, say you're single.
You get off after me apparently, so I guess I'll just keep my pining to my letters and hope to see you again tomorrow.
Kinda wishing I was yours,
Your secret admirer.
February 22nd, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
You're back! Is this a simple coincidence or are you a regular?
From the backpack on your shoulder, I'd say maybe you're a student. I don't go to school. You make me wish I did if only to see your face every day for more than the short ten minutes of our joint ride.
I wonder how old you are. You look old enough to be in high school, but which year are you? I know I'm only nineteen, but I'd feel a little bummed about crushing on a fourteen-year-old.
You're smiling again today. I'm glad. I don't see a lot of smiles at the diner. Mostly glares, impatient huffs, and tired, distant expressions. It's a nice change.
I have to go now but thank you for making my day.
Hoping to see you again tomorrow,
Your secret admirer.
February 23rd, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I'm starting to think that smile is permanent. It's the third day in a row that I've gotten on the train and was immediately greeted with your beaming smile as you watched some video on your phone. It made me smile too.
Your sweatshirt's pretty. It says "Midtown Tech" on it. Is that a school? Is it your school?
I may have to do some digging later.
Please don't think I'm a stalker.
Your totally not-stalker secret admirer.
March 1st, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I was late this morning so I didn't get to see you. My boss was not happy about it, I felt like I was walking on very thin ice.
And then this guy grabbed my ass while I was taking his order. I acted on instinct, tried to remember everything they taught me at my self-defense class. I ended up accidentally punching him in the face.
So yeah, I lost my job today. Which is why I'm here so early. I might stay on the subway just to see which stop you get off on.
Yeah, maybe not, that'd be weird and I should start job hunting as soon as possible.
Thank you for making me smile on a bad day.
Thank you for being you,
Your secret admirer.
March 17th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I got a new job! I'm working at this coffee shop/bookstore and it's honestly the greatest thing in the world. I get to be around books AND get free hot chocolate, how much better can life be?
You looked a little down today, I wonder if you're okay? Is everything well at home? Maybe school's the problem? Maybe you got a bad grade, but you look really smart so I don't know.
I hope you're feeling better tomorrow,
Your secret admirer.
March 19th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I wish I knew your name, that way I'd know who to address this to. But I guess Cute Boy On The Subway will have to do.
You were smiling again today, that's nice. I haven't seen you smile in a while, I was starting to get worried. The sweater you were wearing looked a little too big to be yours, the collar slipped down a little when you moved. It looks like there's a massive bruise on your upper chest. Does it hurt? Are you okay?
I wish I was brave enough to ask you in person.
Get better soon,
Your secret admirer.
March 25th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
You're back to not smiling today. I don't like to see you frown. Not at all. I want you to tell me what's wrong. I want to help you get better, see you smile again.
I want to talk to you.
I'll do it tomorrow,
Your secret admirer.
March 26th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
You were sad again today. But that's okay, cause I said I'd talk to you.
Except I didn't.
My stomach started doing uncomfortable flips and I had to get off the train earlier than usual so I could throw up. It was not fun.
Maybe I just have the flu?
Hopefully, I'll be better tomorrow,
Your secret admirer.
March 30th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I've tried talking to you for three days, every time I had to get off and empty my stomach's content. I started to see a pattern so after a half week of that vicious cycle, I went to see my doctor.
Turns out I have social anxiety tendencies and you simply trigger them a bit. So, basically, my body won't let me talk to you.
I'm a little sad but also kind of relieved. At least I know I'm not voluntarily letting you slip through my fingers.
Not that I ever plan on doing that, you've become too important.
I hope you smile tomorrow,
Your secret admirer.
April 7th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I'm worried about you. Your sleeve rose a little when you held onto the pole. There are scars there, familiar ones, ones that I recognize as scars left by one's own hand. Physical marks of a person's suffering.
Why are you doing that? It hurts to know that you feel down enough to resort to that. I want to help, but I can't bring myself to talk to you.
Please stop this,
Your secret admirer.
April 12th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
Your eyes were red today. You've been crying. There are dark circles under your eyes, how long has it been since you've last slept?
A lady asked you if you were alright. You said you were just a little tired. I've never heard a more obvious lie.
I wish I could talk to you,
Your secret admirer.
April 16th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
The dark circles haven't gone away, if anything they've gotten darker. But now there's a bruise on your cheek. You seem to be getting thinner too.
What's going on?
Your secret admirer.
April 28th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
How much weight have you lost? Your cheekbones are more prominent, and your arms are getting thinner by the second. Why don't you eat?
The bruises are more frequent now. Cheek, eyebrow, lip...
Who's hitting you?
Who's making you suffer?
Your secret admirer.
May 6th, 2024
Dear Cute Boy On The Subway,
I haven't seen you in a few days. I wonder where you are.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, that's a stupid question, you probably aren't.
I've decided that next time I see you I'm gonna talk to you. Ask you what's wrong. Force you to tell me if that's what it takes.
I hope you're safe.
Your secret admirer.
May 27th, 2024
Dear Peter Parker,
I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to talk to you when I had the chance.
I hope you're in a better place now.
I'm sorry you were alone when you did it.
I'm sorry you had to do it.
With love,
(Y/n).
yes, i'm one of those authors that post something an then disappears for two months, i'm sorry. i've been super busy with school and i haven't really had the motivation to write lately but i got this idea and i just needed to get it out.
also, i may be getting a new computer in like 1 or 2 weeks, so that's cool! it'll be better to write and stuff cause this one's getting kinda slow and sometimes it's hard to post stuff cause it won't load lmao.
anyway, i hope you liked it and if you did don’t forget to reblog/comment/like
love you all!
-Miah
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𝓡𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 🌧️
Inspired by this post 🌼
Pairing: petshopworker!hongjoong x bookshopowner!reader
Index: Jongho // Seonghwa // San // Yunho // Wooyoung // Mingi // Yeosang
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It was another gloomy day outside your little shop as you sighed in content observing the clouds outside with a smile. The inside of your bookstore was quiant with antique sofas and armchairs to add some spice to the space. The strong aroma of Jasmine filled your space by the windows as you sat with your tea cup and observed the outside. A smile graced your delicate features as you saw your best friend waving at you through her shop window which was loacted right across the street.
It wasn’t long after that she come over to join you on her break.
“You’re covered in cat fur again.” You giggled observing her apron littered with various coloured fur.
“Yeah, we had a few adoptions today.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You could have come over and looked around.”
“You know I don’t need a pet.” You snorted, sipping your tea.
“I meant to come over and stare at Hongjoong.” She slyly smiled.
You punched her shoulder with a gasp, laughing along with her. She had recently hired a young man by the name of Hongjoong who had caught your eye, but you didn’t exactly have the social skills to introduce yourself let alone talk to him.
“When are you going to stop by my shop so I can introduce you?” Your friend pouted. “I’ve seen him sometimes glancing out to look at you when you water your flowers outside.”
“Sure, and the parrot on your window display likes to screech at him to announce my appearance outside.” You sarcastically retorted.
“How did you know?”
You rolled your eyes and munched on the pastries she had brought along, totally ignoring that comment.
“By the way, when I close this evening you want to join me on my adventure of picking up a cake for Joonie?” She asked. “He also wants to see you. He’s been missing his favourite aunty.”
Joonie was your best friend’s son and you’ve practically raised him along with her. She got pregnant at 19 and it wasn’t easy for her seeing as the bastard that knocked her up bailed the minute she peed on the pregnancy test. It was always a joy to visit her and her son, seeing that wide smile he showed you.
“Sure, are we going by Sugarberry’s?”
“Of course! He keeps asking for their famous sugarberry cake.” Your friend sighed.
“I’ll close up early and come over.” You smiled.
“Awesome!” Your friend looked at her wrist watch and let out a sigh. “I need to get going, my break is over.”
With a wave she left you to clean up the table and go back to organising the books which came in the other day. Unbeknownst to you, your friend was talking with a red-haired young man, smirking as she kept glancing in the direction of your store.
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7 p.m. rolled by and you entered the pet shop across the street, the ding above her head lazily making a sound as it hit the door. The parrot in the window display screeched in panic more so than other times but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were used to that bird and it’s exesive reactions.
Nobody was at the front so you decided to venture towards the back where they usually kept the insects and reptiles. You passed by the puppies who were eagerly barking at you, a smile thrown towards them. You stopped when you reached the glass cages with the kittens, noticing how most were empty.
“Mew...” A soft mewl drew your attention and you frowned.
“You’re still here...” You sighed, gently petting the dirty grey cat through the small ventilation holes of her cage. “Why doesn’t anybody want you little one?”
“It’s more like she doesn’t want anybody.” A voice made you jump in fright as you whipped around to face it. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay...” Your shy smile peeked itself from your averted gaze.
“Miss atitude here bit the small boy who took a liking to her and his mom decided it’d be best if they got a puppy.” The man walked up to you, also trying to pet the cat but ending up getting bitten. “It seems she doesn’t exactly like me either.”
“That’s not true.” You looked back to the cat. “She bit me multiple times before I earned her trust.”
The man looked over at you taking in your appearance. He was surprised that he had this chance to look at you so closely, seeing that you had freckles gracing your cheeks and a cute naturally red nose. You then suddenly turned to look at him and his cheeks suddenly flared up at the sudden eye contact. You now had the chance to notice how his brown eyes shied away from yours, how his hair seemed to be longer in the back and how his smile lit up the entire room.
“I’m Hongjoong by the way.” He introduced himself.
“y/n...” You breathed out, cursing your friend in the back of your mind.
She set you up.
“Is Lia here?” You asked.
“Yeah, she’s getting changed. She’ll be out any minute.” He said and his words were followed by an awkward silence. “So, ever thought about adopting an animal?”
“Lia’s been on my case since forever.” You giggled and filled his heart with so much warmth with just that one sound. “But I really don’t think I can take care of an animal.” Your eyes went back up to the cat. “I also don’t want to get attached to something I can easily loose.”
Those words puzzled Hongjoong and he was just about to ask what you meant by that, but Lia came out a smile on her face and gaze sparkling with mischief.
“You ready to go?” Lia asked and you nodded following her out.
“It was nice meeting you.” You waved at the man.
“You too.” He waved back.
The minute you stepped out the soft expression on your face turned into an unamused one, glare steady on Lia’s form. She shrugged her shoulders with a giggle and stuck her tongue out.
“You’re the devil you know that.”
“I’ve been called worse.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll buy you a piece of that raspberry cake you liked so much to atone for my sins.”
“Damn well you will.”
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A few days had passed by from your meeting with Hongjoong and you had been enjoying the quiet of your shop as you just sat back and read. The bell above the shop’s door jingled with mirth as the rain drops hit themselves against the long metal pieces. You raised your gaze as you marker where you had stopped in the passage only to be surprised by the customer at hand.
“Fancy seeing you here.” You commented with a smile.
“I thought I’d stop by and say hello.” Hongjoong smiled back. “I also need a book for a friend’s birthday so Lila advised me to come here.”
“Of course she did.” You looked passed him and into the window display of the pet shop where Lia was holding up both her thumbs in encouragement. “What kind of book are you looking for?”
“Poetry.” He shrugged his shoulders. “He’s been getting into romance poetry quite a bit after he had met this girl and well, it’s ‘inspiring’ as he said.”
“Poetry huh?” You hummed and looked up to the second floor of your shop, a thoughtful finger on your chin. Something which made Hongjoong swoon over you on the inside. “I think I have something. Come on.”
With a smile you led him up the steps and deeper into the shop, stopping in front of one of the book cases. Hongjoong noticed a few students loitering around, heads deep in their books. He even noticed Jongho’s girlfriend with her friends as they furiously went over book after book, her small wave making him wave back. You noticed the exchange of greeting and raised an eyebrow at how he knew a student from the local university but said nothing. You weren’t the type to pry.
“Hold on a second, I’ll get the book.” You said as you pulled over the ladder from the corner, the wheels on it almost soundless.
You climbed up the steps and Hongjoong averted his gaze in embarrassment, not daring to look up. The mocking snort he got from Jongho’s girlfriend was not helping his case! Your hand reached the grey book, swiftly pulling it out and slidding down the ladder. You handed the book to Hongjoong and he raised his eyebrows in wonder.
“Love her wild by Atticus?” He asked.
“It’s a collection of everyday life poems.” You said. “It’s the little things that count Hongjoong.”
He nodded at your words as you made your way back down to the counter so he could pay for it.
“Do a lot of students come here?” He suddenly asked.
“Yup. It’s more quiet than their campus library and sometimes they find books which can’t be found in the library. My grandma used to have this policy to let the students come by and study always offering them tea and biscuits. I took over that policy and enjoy their sheepish reactions when I ask them what tea they’d like today.” Your giggle echoed down the stairs. “Would like me to wrap the book so you don’t have to?”
“That’d be awesome.” He smiled wide as you took the book from him. “So you inherited the shop from your grandma?”
“Yes.” You answered. “She died last year and left it to me. It was hard at first but I think I got the hang of it.” Sadness was evident in your voice.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He spoke softly. “I think you are doing an excelent job here.”
“Thanks.” You handed him the book just as he handed you the money. He turned to leave but stopped suddenly, looking back at you. “Hey, would you like to grab some coffee after you close the store today?”
“Don’t you have a birthday to go to?” You asked a deep blush coating your cheeks.
“I can be a little late.” Hongjoong chuckled.
“Alright.” You smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Great, I’ll come pick you up when you close.” He said and left.
You sat back and looked after him as he entered the pet shop and went past Lia who seemed to want to know what happened. When he dismissed her with a laugh she looked over to you and you stuck your tongue out at her, shock coating her facial features.
It wasn’s so long before your shop’s closing time came round and only a few students were left as they packed up their things and headed for the door. The girl that greeted Hongjoong earlier today stayed back and helped you clean off the tea cups and plates of biscuits, choosing to speak to you a bit.
“Miss y/n?” You turned around to face her with a questioning look in your eyes. “Hongjoong is a really nice man and you should definitely give him a chance.”
“What?” You blushed furiously when she said that.
“I’m dating one of his friends and he hasn’t exactly been subtle by the crush he has on you.” She giggled. “But seriously, you two would fit each other well.”
She left the store and you stood there a few minutes with a shocked expression on your face. It seemed the feelings were mutual between you two but something about that scared you. You looked up at the clock and noticed it was a minute to seven so without further thinking you shut off all the lights and stepped out, locking the door behind you.
“Are you ready?” Hongjoong ran towards you and asked with excitement in his voice.
You turned around and were surprised by the small rose he held out for you. You nodded eagerly as you walked next to him, filling the air with little chatter about your day today. You made your way towards Sugarberry’s and took a seat outside just as the waitress came by.
“Hey Joong, fancy seeing you here.” She teased him. “What can I get you two?”
“I’ll have my a mazagran. I need to prepare for Seonghwa’s birthday.” He sighed and nodded his head when the waitress laughed.
“Jesus, you and Mingi seem to be the only ones thinking ahead.” She commented and then looked over at you. “And what about your pretty date?”
“D-Date?” You blushed at those words. You weren’t dense and figured this was some type of date, but when she said it like that it made your chest do flips. “I’d like a black coffe and a piece of raspberry cake.”
“Sure thing.” She said and went inside.
“You like raspberries?”
“Yeah. It’s my favorite fruit. If I could I’d mix them in everything I eat or drink.” You laughed. “Did you know that Serbia is the main distributor for raspberries around the world? I’d really like to visit there sometime to see those fields for myself.”
“I didn’t know that. It sounds nice.” He smiled at your enthusiasm.
The waitress came back with your order and exchanged a few more words with Hongjoong before she left inside again.
“You seem to know a lot of people.” You commented on your observation.
“I guess. My friend owns this bakery slash caffe. I know all the staff here.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ll be right back.” His eyes travelled behind you and spotted something.
You as well turned back to look at what he was and you noticed a blue haired man. He went over and greeted him and they began talking about something. You didn’t even notice the waitress had come out and stopped beside you to observe as well.
“You know, he’s a nice guy. A bit clumsy but nice. He treats his friends as if they were his kids but will never admit it.” She startled you but you quickly recovered.
“Yeah, you’re the second person to have told me that today.” You sighed. “I’d like to give him a chance but I’m scared of doing so. I’m scared he’ll disappear just like everybody around me seems to be.”
“You know, it’s still too early for you to see that. Maybe this time it will be different. You never know until you try.” She shrugged her shoulders at you.
“But what if I just want to shelter myself from the inevitable?” Your eyes met for a second. “The fear in me keeps telling me to run while I can, but my instinct keeps telling me to trust him. I’m just so confused.”
“Maybe you should tell him about your fear?” She suggested. “He is a man with a lot of understanding and patience. I’ve seen him trying to befriend a stray for months without even the slightest ounce of giving up. If you’re honest about trying to date him, you should confide in him.” She smiled at you warmly as she noticed Hongjoong coming back. “You never know.”
The man looked weirdly after the waitress as she skipped back inside, taking his seat at the table you two were at.
“Did she say anything weird?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Did she tell you the story about me and Mingi drunkenly sweeping the floors?”
“No.” You laughed. “But do tell.”
You had taken into consideration what she had said and let yourself ponder the thought later. Right now you just really wanted to enjoy the time spent with him and listen to his embarrassing stories.
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You and Hongjoong kept seeing each other for the next month on a regular basis, him always coming over on breaks just like Lia and you two going out on dates on the weekends.
But this weekend it was different.
This weekend was girls night and you and Lia had agreed to go out to a wine tasting in the local brewery. Both needed to relax and talk seeing as they were too busy with life, and it was pure luck Joonie had went over to his grandparent’s house so LIa could stay out until late. You both dressed up and sat comfortably at a table, two glasses of wine shinning under the candle light.
“I didn’t think you had it in you to dress up again Lia.” You snorted out a laugh.
“Please, if it weren’t for you I would never even have dresses to go out.” She rolled her eyes. “But I see you’ve been shopping lately. Getting all pretty for the new boyfriend?”
“We haven’t actually labelled our... thing.” You blushed looking down at your dirty white silk cocktail dress. “I mean, I guess we’re dating but I’m not sure.” You looked at your glass. “I’m scared to ask.”
“Are you scared to ask because knowing the fact that you are it would mean attaching yourself to him?” Lia knew about your problem and anxieties. She was with you through it all, just as you had been with her.
“That’s the thing, I already AM attached to him...” The shaking of your voice made Lia sigh.
“Then maybe it’s time you talked to him. About everything.” She was serious and her voice was demanding. “It’s time you told him about your grandma. About your parents. And about the lack of men in your life.”
“I can’t just throw my baggage at him...” You squeaked out. “He’ll run away from me and I’ll be left to blame myself. Again.”
“No he wont.” Lia grabbed your hands. “Listen to me y/n, he is different. You saw that, I saw that. He will listen. And he will stay.”
The way Lia had worded this made you realise just what she meant.
“But I’m a coward Lia.” You stated with fear in your eyes.
“Not after a bottle of wine you’re not.”
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Hongjoong sat at home enjoying his Friday night with a glass of his favorite whiskey in one hand and a book recommended by you in the other. The rain poured outside and he sighed knowing that those dark clouds finally let out their anger on the world. He smiled at the childish poems written in the margins of the book as he read them over and over again, imagining just what kind of person you were back in highschool. As he flipped the pages he came across one in particular, that seemed to be written in red ink, standing out from the rest of them which were in black.
As he finished reading over it a text message came from you.
y/n🥰[11.43 p.m.] what’s your address?
With a raised eyebrow he answered your message not really thinking anything of it until 20 minutes later a soft knock came at his door. He placed his drink and book on the table and went over, thinking one of the boys had forgotten something at his place or perhaps got drunk and ended up here, but when he opened the door to a rosy cheeked you in all your silk glory he chocked back a shocked gasp and just stared at you with an open mouth.
“Hiya!” You smiled wide, your lips stained with the red wine you were clearly dunk off of. “I missed you Joongieee~”
You hugged him so easily it caught him by surprise but he wasn’t complaining. You weren’t exactly the touchy type and this was so soothing to him he had to hug back with all that he got. Who knows when he would get the chance to hug you again.
“You’re wet. Come on inside, let’s dry your hair off.”
You followed after him without a complaint and he closed the door as you entered. Lia let out a soft breath as she waited for you to be safe inside and left the building, praying that this would work and that you haven’t gotten drunk for nothing.
“I’m sorry I didn’t spend tonight with you Jongiee, you know I would but I needed time off to gather my courage Jongiee.” You said in a sing-song voice, amusing the man who gently dabbed her hair with a towel.
“Had fun tonight I see.”
“I got drunk on purpose.” You admitted without any hesitation. “I had to because I’m a coward and can’t tell you otherwise.”
“Now why would you be a coward?” Hongjoong was now very confused.
“Because I love you.” The man almost slipped off his own couch when he heard those words. “But I can’t fully love you if I’m scared you’ll leave me like the rest.”
“What are you talking about y/n?” He now kneeled in front of you holding your hands in his. “I won’t leave you. I’m having so much fun with you that I’d be pretty stupid to leave.”
“That’s what grandmother used to tell me too. But then she left me for good.” Your pout was so prominent that it physically hurt Hongjoong to see you this way. “My parents died in a car crash a few months after I was born so I never met them. I’ve been with my grandparents ever since. My grandfather died when I was seven and since then I’ve been coping with death quite badly. When I was in highschool I liked this boy and we started dating, but he also died of an illness. Ever since then I closed myself off from human contact and only ever had room for Lia and my grandmother. Then Lia had her son and he was the only joy in both of our lives. We were all happy.” You looked at the floor and held his hands tighter. “But when my grandmother died I thought my wold was going to end. My days were mundane.” You finally looked up at him and into his eyes. “Until I met you.”
“I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” He sincerely said.
“I’m scared I’m going to loose you too and that I’ll be left alone again Hongjoong.” You said now kneeling just as he was. “I don’t get attached to people because of that fear. But for the first time I did. I don’t regret it, but I’m scared.”
“You shouldn’t be!” He exclaimed and brought you in for a hug. “That little poem you wrote in the book you lent me broke my heart y/n! I could never leave such a raw power like yours!” He kissed the top of your head with a silent promise. “I’ll fight God if I have to! He is either taking both of us, or none at all.”
The soft snores which came from your body softened him to a puddle. He hooked his arm under your legs and carried you off to his bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead. You looked so peaceful and composed.
The weight has been finally lifted off your shoulders.
“You’re stuck with me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He whispered out.
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Loud lapping noises came from one of the tables as a grey ball of fluff drank the liquid from one of the cups. The young girls at the table gushed out as the cat enjoyed their cup of tea this afternoon.
“I’m sorry girls. Is Bi bothering you?” You asked worried as you caught the little rascal of the cat. “She seems to enjoy raspberry tea for some reason.”
“Oh not at all Miss y/n.” The girls were quick to protest. “We rather enjoy her company.”
You smiled excusing yourself and taking your cat downstairs to the counter. The bell chime of your shop sounded and a bouncy Hongjoong came in, a bag loosely hanging off his shoulder.
“Hiya.” He greeted you with a peck to your lips as you blushed. “I brought some raspberry cake.”
“How’d you know I was craving some?” You asked him, a teasing smirk on your face.
“I had a hunch. Come on, I wanna give you our one year anniversary present!” He ushered you to sit down in the lounge area of your shop pulling an envelope from his bag.
“Can I give you mine first?” You asked, holding on to a box.
He nodded and quickly snatched the box from your fingers and opened it, surprise on his facial features. He pulled out the small golden ball and looked at you for an explanation.
“It’s a compass. So you don’t get lost from me.” You blushed saying the last bit of it.
“This is so wholesome I could cry.” His eyes were really getting glossy. “Now open yours!”
You carefully tarred the envelope and pulled out two pieces of paper you thought you never would see in your life. It was two plain tickets to Serbia, a ten day trip to their famous raspberry fields. You looked up at your boyfriend with wide happy eyes.
“I booked them on our first date.” He admitted with a shy smile. “I knew we’d be together long enough for those to stay valid.” He smiled widely at you, the bookshop getting filled with warmth created by the both of you. “I’m really glad you gave me a chance y/n.” He kissed you with such passion you thought you’d faint on the spot.
“I’m really glad I listened to that waitress.” You kissed him back with equal feelings of love. “Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t get to finally fill my loneliness with you.”
Bi observed you two from her place on the counter and purred in content as her owners settled in their own warmness, filling the bookshop with a sense of comfort.
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tea party
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rating: T
word count: 1685
tagging: @lasswithumor @ravenadottir
notes: so, i kind of hit writer's block again and that made me sad because i wanted to write more. then i tried pushing myself to see what i can come up with. and then i wrote this, which is quite long considering i didn't feel inspired at first. but i am happy i could write this. for the music suggestion, just asking by aquilo and moonflower by lia marie johnson.
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It was kind of funny how you two met. You were just someone who was entertaining your mother's wishes while she was a noble lady looking for an acceptable suitor for herself. You were talking with your friends when you caught her eyes. Something in you started blooming. You have never felt like that before, maybe just once, when you thought about your now forgotten best friend.
How you two sneaked behind the bushes in your garden and got away from the unpleasant talk about men, and how you should act around them. You didn't care that your mother would berate you with her disappointed sighs and words. How could you care for that when your best friend lifted her hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. When she looked at you like that, you didn't care for tomorrow or past. When she licked her lips and made you blush, why would you care for anything else? Well, you wished it could have continued just like the fairytale it was, but fate had other plans like always.
You remembered her words crushing your soul and her eyes looking at you, exact opposites of before. She held your hand and pushed your hair back for the last time with her careful hands. She kissed you on your temple for the last time with her soft lips. She brushed her thumb against your knuckles with that rhythm of hers for the last time. And you cried for her, for the last time as you watched her carriage get farther and farther away. Your family couldn't find you that evening anywhere, but you were at the forest where you promised yourself for the first time. You dug up the ground in search of that note you left. The moon didn't help you at all, it was too dark to see anything. You were lucky that your memory was good, you touched the exact spot where you left it.
"I, Odelia Fothergill, promise to never let go of Lesedi Hattingh, for she is the only person who understood me. She understood my reasoning for the disgust I caused mother and my reasoning for why i could never be like others. She is the only person i could tell the reason of my interest in tea parties. I think she is the only person who will see my heart and accept it. I do want to be truthful but could never bear her feeling that burden on her shoulders. I love her. And I, Odelia Fothergill, promise to love Lesedi Hattingh until she doesn't let me."
Your hand trembled a little at the memories and spilled tea on your dress, truly scandalous as your mother would tell you. You excused yourself as the party was getting quite boring, and you needed to get out of your dirty garments. You said your goodbyes and left to get your carriage driver. While going down on the stairs in front of the house, a hand caught up to you. You turned around to see the mysterious woman from before smiling sheepishly at you. With her hand on your arm, she stood still for a few seconds and then got her composure back. Lifting her hand off, she started talking.
"Were you going to leave without an introduction, Miss...?"
"Miss Fothergill. "
"Well, Miss Fothergill, I am quite hurt you were going to leave without even giving me a chance to talk to you. If you would let me, I would love to go on a walk in the gardens with you, i heard it is beautiful this time of the year."
You were surprised, but nonetheless very intrigued. She reminded you of Lese and the boldness in her tone suggested that she was just like you and Lese too. But you didn't want to get ahead of yourself, when your heart started getting involved and your mind started being hopeful, it usually ended in goodbyes.
"I accept your offer, Miss...?"
"Well it's Miss Robiquet but that sounds too formal. You can call me Ninon."
"You can call me Odelia, then Ninon."
"Hmm, Odelia. I like it, sounds pretty. It suits you quite well."
A blush went up to her cheeks now, was she being too imaginative or was Ninon flirting with her?
"Thank you, yours is quite fitting too. If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing at the tea party?"
"Do you mean me staring at you?"
"Oh, no... I, I meant that I never saw you around before and I usually know everyone around here."
"Well, this one is more boring to answer but my family is here for business, and I had some spare time in my hands, so I thought of coming to the party."
"Oh, that explains it"
You wanted to ask about what she just said but didn't know if you were brave enough.
"Out with it Lady Odelia, I can see you want to ask me something"
"I just, um... what did you mean by staring at me?"
"I mean, I thought it was quite obvious I was staring at you, so I figured you would want to ask why." she said with a chuckle.
"Oh... Why? Oh no, is my hair messed up? I thought I did it quite well today. That must have been why Adri was laughing at me like tha-"
"No, no, you misunderstood me. There is nothing wrong with your appearance, I can assure you. It was actually the perfection of it that made me stare. I mean, how could I not stare when you look like that?"
Your heart was beating faster than you could have ever imagined. You stopped walking and stared at her back. Did she know? How could she know, were you being too obvious? Maybe that's why no one chose to marry you, and you were the incompetent child in everyone's eyes. They could see your differences and leave you with your hope to change.
She turned around and looked at you. God, she was beautiful. Possibly one of the most you have ever seen.
"Odelia, is there a problem?"
She was getting closer, and you were not moving away. Maybe she would get the idea behind your stillness and take the pain away from you. The encouragement she needed was somewhere within this broken soul.
You closed your eyes and sighed at the way her hand touched your face. She then cupped your face with both of them, as if to hold the pieces together that was holding on weak stitches. She touched your lips with her thumbs, and you didn't dare to open your eyes. You felt her gaze at your lips. There was a spark in her gaze that made you wonder what would happen if you burned all of it down.
Then she kissed your cheek, and stayed there for a bit. Was this how your friends felt with the boys at the ball? When they were dancing and laughing, and you looked at them with envy. And now you thought that they should envy you, with the way you heard your heartbeat in your ears. And your hands on hers.
Then the illusion withered away and you came back to reality.
"Odelia, are you sure you are okay?"
"Oh, um... Yes."
"Well, I was asking you if you would want to accompany me to a picnic tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I would like that."
"Thank you."
And then Ninon kissed Odelia like it was the most normal thing when Odelia never felt this euphoria before. It was a small and a fast one but Odelia was already breathless. Ninon smiled at her cuteness and squeezed her hand.
She left one one more kiss at the corner of your lips and with that walked away, leaving you a mess. A mess of nerves that is, you looked perfectly fine. Well, there was that tea stain on your dress and your hot face but other than that, nothing anyone would pick up on.
That's how you two met, a daring businesswoman and a hopeless romantic.
But when it ended, it ended you too.
You sneaked out of the rooms, out of the balls. With your heart on your sleeve and her courage meeting you halfway through it. But it got tiring quickly, not being able to feel the things everyone felt out, in the open was torture.
You still remember when she put her head on yours in one of the rooms of her house. She sighed and you knew it. You knew the dreaded day has come and you couldn't escape it. You helped her wear the white dress as you wore the black one for your love's burial. She held your face just like you imagined it for the first time. But she was wiping away your tears now, not at all like the dream you had. You watched her walk slowly up to him. And when they said their vows, you felt her eyes on you. You couldn't bear the burden of not being able to hold her. So you left, and they thought her tears to be because of happiness.
You were here now, nostalgia coming off from you in waves. You were remembering the last time you promised yourself. Playing with the ring on your finger, and crying. You recited the words from memory, not written on any paper and not buried beneath the ground. Buried in your heart and engraved in your mind.
"I, Odelia Fothergill, promise to never let go of Ninon Robiquet, for she is the only person who loved me. She understood my disappointment for the disgust I caused mother and my pain for why I could never be like others. She is the only person who became the reason of my interest in tea parties. I know she is the only person who will see my heart for what it is and accept it as hers. I was truthful and bore feeling like a burden on her shoulders. I love her. And I, Odelia Fothergill, promise to love Ninon Robiquet until the end of time and misery."
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north//chapter five
new chapter time!! let me know if you want to be added onto the taglist. enjoy and don’t forget to leave your feedback!
also this chapter is dedicated to @babybobbybones because Ruby is always so supportive of my writing and they are always willing to give me honest opinions on my writing and my moodboards so thank u sm!!!!! love u fishy!! dis is for u!
genre: fluff
pairing: season nine spencer x female oc
warnings: none
word count: 5.6k
AMELIA
I fall onto the floor of my studio, leaning my head against the wall and staring up at the easel, a half-painted canvas propped up on it. I scrunch up my nose, tilting my head back and forth to try and find the beauty in the ugly flowers I’ve just painted. I sit up on my knees and reach my brush forward, adding just a few more strokes to the canvas, but my brush happens to be too saturated with water and the paint just drips down to the bottom of the canvas, ruining the entire painting. Whatever, I didn’t like it anyway.
I throw my brush into the water and sit back down against the wall, letting my eyes wander out the window to my left. My eyes dart between the window and the canvas and I wonder whether I should start over on a new canvas or throw in the towel for the day. Before I can either stand to get my keys and leave or stand to retrieve a new canvas, my phone starts ringing beside me. The name Mike flashes across my screen, so I lunge to answer.
"Hi, there!” I quip, and before Mike can even speak, I hear squeaks and screams of children in the background. The sound makes me grin.
"Hey, Lia. How's it going over in Virginia?" He nearly has to shout over the kids around him.
"It's-" my eyes wander back out the window and to the Starbucks across the street. A couple walks out the door just at that moment, clutching cups of steaming liquid and giggling with each other. My smile only grows and my mind wanders off to Spencer and what he might be doing right now while I’m trying to work, "it's pretty amazing, actually. I'm, um, yeah, it's great, Mike,"
"That's,” he pauses, “great, but there’s something else in your voice. What's happening in Virginia? Anything I need to know about?" Mike's voice is teasing, as he always is.
"Maybe," I respond in the same mischievous tone he gives me, my cheeks turning pink. I don’t give Mike another chance to question what is going so well in Virginia, and I just keep talking about the guy that has been on my mind every second since I first laid my eyes on him. "I've, um, I met a guy and I really like him and-"
"Whoa, whoa, you've got a boyfriend? Have we entered a parallel universe? Is this even you on the phone? Whoever is talking to me on the phone- who are you and what have you done with Amelia Stark?”
"I know, I know," I giggle, and I start to kick my feet like an excited child. "I met him at this cafe, and I swear, Mike, you'd love him. He's insanely smart and he's so sweet and he's such a gentleman. And get this, if you're not convinced then this will convince you- he’s an FBI agent."
"Amelia Stark. You're dating an FBI agent?"
"More specifically, he works for the BAU," Again, I let out a dramatic sigh and fall onto my back on the floor, letting myself be pulled into another lovesick daydream. I let my mind wander off to Spencer’s smile and his laugh and his warm touch and how utterly beautiful he makes me feel whenever we are together. "I just- I know I don't really date but-"
"Telling me you don't date is the understatement of the century. You’re not a commitment girl, and you’re a one night stand girl. You've never answered my calls and told me that things in Virginia are amazing and great and you've definitely never told me that you have a boyfriend, much less a boyfriend that works for the BAU,"
"There's just something about him! He's so different from any guy I've ever met before. I never wanted him to just be a one night stand or some guy that I hang out with for a few weeks and then forget about. Spencer is just amazing- he's so gentle with me, and he indulges in the things I like instead of always forcing the things he likes on me, and he always makes an effort to see me even though he's insanely busy,"
"Wow," Mike scoffs out a laugh. "I don't even know what to say. I'm glad you found someone who you like this much. I'm not even gonna bring up the capital L word because I know you're scared of it, but I have a nasty feeling that you might be bringing up the scary L word soon. And I'm even more glad that you've found an FBI agent with a gun who can protect you,"
"Oh my gosh," I shake my head at him, rolling my eyes into the back of my head. "I've never seen his gun, actually,"
"Good. You tell him to keep his gun away from you for quite a while, especially since you’re telling me he won’t be one of your one night stands. Both of his guns, if you know what I mean,"
My jaw nearly hits the floor at Mike’s remark, and before I can even respond, he bursts into a fit of laughter. "I- oh my god, you did not just say that,”
He chokes on his laughs as he keeps talking. "I'm only messing with you, but not really. Form emotional connections before you jump into bed. That’s what I did with Wendy and look at how long we’ve been together,”
I wrack my brain for any kind of number, but I come up empty. “How long have you guys been together?”
“Too long,” he deadpans.
“Hey! I hope Wendy isn’t home right now because she would have your head on a stake if she heard you say that,”
“She’s at work right now but she left me alone with all the little monsters. Listen, just make sure you use-"
"A condom! I got it, Mikey. I’m a responsible adult, contrary to popular belief. Can we stop talking about this? Let me talk to the kids! I’ll tell them to stop screaming,” I sit up again and my grimace from the slightly NSFW conversation turns into a wide smile, the giddiness bubbling in my stomach.
"Hey, kiddos! Gather around! Your favorite grown-up person is on the phone!" Mike shouts over the hoard of children in his house, and their shouts get closer and closer to his phone until their voices are blaring through the speaker of my phone.
"Amelia! Amelia! Amelia!"
"Hi, my loves!" I exclaim, "how's everything with Mike and Wendy?"
"Come home, Lia! We miss you!" Reese cries out, stumbling over her words in a way that makes my heart swell.
"You didn't come home for Christmas and we missed you so much!" Tyler squeaky voice adds.
"I know, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to come home for Christmas, and I missed you guys so much too. But I’m sure Mike and Wendy made Christmas really special for everyone, didn’t they? I'm gonna try to come home soon but I can't promise anything. I have lots of pictures of you all and I think about you every day. I'll draw and I'll paint lots of new things and I'll send them home to you. Does that sound good?" They all shout confirmations back at me, and I manage to pick out a few requests for things like dogs and cats and flowers, and that request makes me remember the failed painting right in front of me. "Great. I'm sitting in my studio right now so I'll get working on those. If y’all have any more requests then tell Mike and he’ll tell me. I love you all, okay? I miss you guys so much,"
The kids all shout goodbyes at me before there's rustling on the other line. "Alright, it's just me now," Mike says.
"I actually plan on sending you guys art, partly because I want to and partly as an apology for not coming home for the holidays. Let me know if you need anything new for the walls, whether it’s at home or at the police station. Need a new piece for your office, Sheriff?" I tease, pushing myself off the floor for the first time in almost two hours, grabbing a stack of new canvases.
"We could always use more of your artwork, sweetheart, you know that. Call more, okay? I know it's hard, but we clearly all love hearing from you. And I wanna hear more about this profiling boyfriend of yours. Maybe I'll look up his file in the FBI database,"
"You don't have access to that database, you’re not a federal agent. Just google his name. I gotta get started on these paintings. I’ll call soon.”
“Wait! I only know his first name! What’s his-”
“Oops, that sucks. Tough luck. Gotta go,” I finally get the chance to throw his teasing right back in his face, a grin coming to my face as he groans dramatically. “Love you, Mikey!”
"Love you, kid. Stay safe,"
"You too. Don't get shot,"
"I won't."
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SPENCER
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My fingers drum against the book on my lap as I listen to dial tones over and over, waiting anxiously for an answer. Maybe today is a bad day and we don’t get to talk today, and that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. But I was just hoping for a nice conversation today, and every time another dial tone rings in my ear, it’s like another stab to the chest.
“Spencer?”
I perk up at the answer, grinning and setting my book onto the coffee table in front of me."Hi, Mom,"
"Spencer, I've been waiting for you to call me for weeks! You can’t ignore me for that long! You can’t leave your poor, old mother in the wind like that!”
I chuckle at her, happy that today seems to be a good day and she’s even capable of joking around. "Sorry, Mom. I've been really busy with work lately, but I wasn’t ignoring you. How was Christmas? I'm sorry I couldn't make it out,"
"It was good, Spencer. I would've preferred to spend it with you, but I enjoyed it," Mom tells me. "We watched movies and made gingerbread houses and some of the nurses got us gifts,"
"That sounds wonderful,"
"So tell me how you've been, honey. You know I hate talking about me and this dreadful place. I'd much rather hear about you,"
My eyes wander over to the coffee table in front of me, or more specifically the scarf that Amelia had left here when stayed over. It must have slipped off of her head when we were sleeping and fell under the couch, and when she rushed out so I could get going, she didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing it anymore. I hadn't gotten a chance to return it because I got whisked away on a case and I haven't been able to see Amelia yet. I reach for it, feeling the soft silk between my fingers. "Um, it's- huh, it's actually pretty great over here,"
"That's wonderful to hear! What's so great about it?" Mom doesn't get much entertainment in her facility and her main contact comes through me. I'm always open to telling her everything and I try to write her at least one letter every day so she can have something to read if I can’t call her, but I was so hell-bent on keeping Amelia a secret. I thought that maybe if I kept her a secret from everyone, then I'd be taking one more precaution at shielding her from my world, but I know that's useless. It's not worth it to keep Amelia a secret and to lie about the source of my happiness, at least not from my mother.
"Well," I look down at the scarf and picture the way Amelia uses the square of fabric to tie back her unruly curls and the way she always seems to look like an angel, "I've met a girl,"
"I’m sure you meet many girls, Spencer. You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.”
"Her name is Amelia and she's an artist and I swear, Mom, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. We met at the cafe where I get coffee before work and we got coffee together every day that I was home from a case for two months and we spent Christmas together. I just,” I fully expect my mom to cut me off and start rambling about Amelia and how I should pursue a relationship with her if she is making me this happy, but she doesn’t say anything and it forces me to have to finish a sentence I don’t want to say, “she's the first girl I've liked this much since, you know, since Maeve, and I knew I liked her right away and that’s just- it’s really scary,"
"Spencer, it sounds to me like you might even love her," Mom's voice softens. "I'm not going to try and tell you what you’re feeling, but like I always tell you, a mother knows. I'm happy for you, I really am. You deserve to be happy and have someone in your life to look after you and make sure you're healthy and take care of you. Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, last week. But we've known each other for almost three months and every time I look at her, I just feel so, I don’t really know. Whenever I get to see her, I never want to leave when I have to and-" I lay down on the couch and throw my head onto a pillow, the scarf resting right in front of my face. "Maybe I do love her. That's so scary though. I haven't known her for long at all. Can you fall in love with someone after three months?"
"When you first meet someone, you get a first impression, right? Sometimes you can be put off, or you can be instantly intimated by someone, or be intrigued, and so on. Love is a feeling, right? It’s a feeling in the same way that fear and intrigue are. Who’s to say you can’t feel love when you first meet someone? Who's to say you can't fall in love with someone in that same amount of time that someone can scare you? Love is complex and, yes, it’s scary and you've been scorned by it in the past, but don't let that get in the way of this good thing you've got with this Amelia girl,"
"I've never thought of love like that before."
Mom laughs gently. "Like I said. A mother knows," she pauses. "Oh, Spencer, I've gotta go. The nurses need me."
"That's fine," I breathe out a sigh, pushing myself up to a sitting position and pulling the scarf into my lap again. "Thanks for the talk. It was really helpful. I love you, Mom,"
"I love you too, Spencer," Mom says before hanging up, leaving me alone yet again in my apartment.
I push myself to my feet, leaving the scarf on the coffee table, making my way into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for myself. I lean over the counter and check my watch, counting down the seconds until Amelia is set to show up at my door. And as if the universe is answering my silent prayer, there's a soft knock on the door just a millisecond later. I leave my coffee on the counter and rush to let her in, throwing the door open.
Amelia is standing there, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a white dress and her black peacoat, camera hanging around her neck and one strap from her backpack draped over her shoulder. She’s beaming at me, almost emitting rays of sunshine from her body, shuffling her way through the door and throwing her arms around my neck in a tight hug. It nearly takes me by surprise, but if I’ve learned anything about Amelia by now, it’s that she’s affectionate and she loves to hug, and I can’t seem to find a single fault in that. I whisper a greeting in her ear, reaching around Amelia’s waist to shut the door, keeping out the cold air that blows inside from the hallway.
"Hi, dove," she chirps, sinking down on her heels when we pull away from the hug.
I cock my head to the side like a puppy, trying to hide my confusion but I’m positive it’s evident on my face. "Dove?"
"It’s just a pet name. Do you not like it? I could call you something else, or I could just stick to your name if that’s-”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Amelia unravels her arms from around my neck and shrugs off her backpack, hanging it right beside my jacket, then crouches down to take off her shoes. “I like it, actually.”
“Noted,” Amelia jumps back up to her feet, now noticeably shorter without her heels, and gives me a cheesy smile. She opens her mouth to say something else but her mouth snaps shut when her eyes travel downwards just a bit. “Spencer, you’re still in your work clothes.”
“Oh,” I follow her line of sight and look down at my trousers, button-up, cardigan, and tie, my gun holster on my hip (but my gun is locked away in a hidden place) and my credentials in my pocket, “yeah, sorry about that. After I got home, I was on the phone with my mom for a bit and I just didn’t get a chance to change yet.”
Amelia’s lips settle into a pout as she follows into the kitchen. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your phone call.”
“You didn’t, don’t worry. Do you want a cup of tea? Anything to drink or eat or-”
“I do but why don’t you go change? I can handle a cup of tea by myself. Put on something other than a dress shirt and a tie. Be comfortable,” she breezes right past me and reaches into the cupboard for a mug, already grabbing the kettle and filling it with water. I just watch her for a moment, slowly unclipping my watch from my wrist and watching the way her white dress slides across her legs with every tiny movement. But she doesn’t turn around again to check on my location and just looks between the box of Earl Grey tea and camomile tea, mulling over which to indulge in tonight. So I leave Amelia to her seemingly challenging decision and hurry off to my bedroom, ridding myself of the work clothes I’ve been wearing for almost thirty hours. I change into plaid pajama pants and a sweatshirt, only glancing in the mirror for a split second to check if my hair is an absolute mess before returning to Amelia.
She’s leaning against the counter with her mug in one hand and her camera in the other, and when I re-enter the room, she looks up at me and grins at the sight of my more relaxed state. “You look cozy. Guess I should have worn my pajamas today.”
I go and lean against the counter beside her, picking up my cup of coffee and looking over her shoulder at the pictures she is flipping through on her camera. At first, most of the pictures are of a redhead I’ve never seen before, posed in a park and modeling for the camera. Then the pictures turn to the sights I see every day and I conclude they must be pictures that Amelia took this morning or on her way here. “These are really good.”
“Oh, thanks,” Amelia’s cheeks turn pink at the compliment as she tosses the camera aside, clutching her cup of tea instead.
“I’d love to see more of your art sometime. I haven’t seen that much but the things that I have seen, I really loved.”
“Maybe one day, when you’re available, you can come to my studio. It’s just a couple of blocks away. I’d love for you to come and see some of what I do when you’re gone,” her head falls onto my shoulder and she scoots closer to me, her arm slowly moving around my waist, pulling me even closer to her. “It’s what I did all day. But speaking of all day, how was your day? How was the case?”
We move into the living room and get under a blanket as I give Amelia vague details about the case we solved this past week. She sits just as close to me as she was in the kitchen and tucks her feet under my legs to warm herself up, and once I’ve decided I’ve told her enough about the serial killer that we captured last night, she starts telling me about her last few days and how she went out to see a bad movie with her group of friends. She keeps moving closer and closer as the sun gets lower and lower and soon enough, Amelia is laying over my lap and my hands are in her hair, brushing the strands out of her face. I can confidently say that it’s the most relaxed and the most comfortable I’ve been this past week, and maybe even in the last few months. Every time Amelia is around and we get to just sit and talk, it’s a breath of fresh air. I don’t get to do this enough. I look up at the clock after being on the couch for a long time, seeing that it’s almost midnight. Thank god I don’t have to work tomorrow.
“Hey,” Amelia hums and looks up at me, her head in my lap and the blanket wrapped mostly around her, “it’s late. Do you want anything to eat?”
She hums once more, sitting up and keeping the blanket pulled up to her chest, her eyelids fluttering like a child fighting off sleep. “Yeah. I could really go for some ice cream. Do you have any?”
“I do, actually. But just chocolate, I think,” I stand from the couch and hold my hands out to Amelia, lugging her off the couch when she puts her hands in mine. She follows me one more time into the kitchen and pulls out bowls and spoons while I grab the gallon of ice cream from the freezer.
“So,” Amelia draws the word out, bumping her hip with mine when she reaches over me for a bowl, “will you tell me about your BAU team? I know their names, but they’re your best friends and basically your second family so I wanna know about them.”
“Oh, really? What do you wanna know?” She grins as I slide the chocolate syrup over to her and she quickly steals it to drizzle it all over her bowl of ice cream.
“Mm,” she hums, far too concentrated on her ice cream at first to give me a proper answer. But when she finishes with the syrup and hands it back to me, she hastily grabs spoons from the drawer and returns her full attention to the conversation, “just about your history with them. I’m not sure, whatever you wanna tell. Whatever’s important.”
We retake our seats on the couch, both of us now evenly draped in the blanket with our ice cream bowls in our hands. Amelia slings her legs over my lap and scoots as close to me as she can get, pressing her cheek to my shoulder. Despite wearing pajama pants, I can feel Amelia’s thighs, exposed by her dress, pressed against mine and it takes my breath away for a moment. I have to shift my position in the slightest so Amelia isn’t too on top of me, and once I’ve moved and I’m more comfortable, I start to let my mind race over what I could tell her.
“Well, Morgan is one of my best friends and he was one of the first people I met when I started working at the BAU. He’s loud sometimes and a little overwhelming but he’s always there for me. For example, during a case, I got anthrax poisoning and-”
Amelia nearly drops her bowl at this revelation and she reaches for my arm, squeezing tighter than ever before. “I’m sorry, what? Did I hear you correctly? Anthrax poisoning? And you’re still alive?” She practically throws her bowl onto the coffee table, quicking whipping around and grabbing my cheeks, pulling my face closer to hers until our noses are touching. “Am I speaking to a robot right now?”
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “A robot? Amelia, I can’t even use my DVD player. What makes you think I’m a robot, which is essentially a being made completely of technology?”
Amelia narrows her eyes at me, dragging her thumbs down to my jawline. She looks away for just a moment to eye the DVD player and then returns to me, just as close as she was two seconds ago. “Why do you have that thing if you don’t know how to use it?”
“It was a gift from JJ,” my lips brush against Amelia’s as I speak and even though we’ve kissed a million times by now, the feeling of our lips touching still makes the butterflies in my stomach act up. But her lips taste like chocolate and I can’t help it when I pull her closer and into a kiss. Now, it’s almost like it’s second nature to want to be constantly touching Amelia and kissing Amelia and just being around Amelia all the time.
Amelia abruptly pulls away from our kiss and lets out a loud yawn, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “Sorry, sorry. It’s impossible to hold back a yawn while kissing.”
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I wave my hand at her casually, and when she rubs her hands over her eyes and then pushes her hair back, my heart seems to pound just a little bit faster. She’s a little bit bleary as she inhales sharply, falling forward and pressing her temple against my shoulder. “Hey, it’s really late. I can tell you about my coworkers another day. Do you wanna get to sleep?”
“No,” she shakes her head but her body language strongly contrasts her words as she lets herself melt further into my embrace, “I don’t wanna leave you. I missed you a lot today.”
Okay, Spencer. Being bold with Amelia has yet to fail me so why should it now? Just ask her if she wants to spend the night for the first time. It’s with innocent intentions, anyway. No funny business. Just a couple sleeping in the same bed- what’s wrong with that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So just ask. Ask! It’s one night and I’ve recently cleaned my bedroom and washed the sheets so everything should be fine for a girl to sleep over. Sleep over? You’re not a ten year old, Spencer. Don’t ask her if she wants to sleep over like you’re a group of girls planning on eating candy and watching movies until three in the morning on the living room floor. Is that what girls do at sleepovers? I don’t even know. Nope, don’t get sidetracked. Just ask.
“Lia?” She hums in response, not even lifting her head from its spot on my shoulder. I’m used to her being boisterous and loud and positive when I’m anxious so I guess I’ll have to muster up enough courage to ask without her encouragement. “It’s really late already and, well, I don’t know what you’re doing tomorrow but would you wanna stay the night? It’s just- it’s past midnight and, you know, 40% of all fatal car accidents happen at night. 60% of adults have driven while drowsy and 37% of adults have fallen asleep at the wheel. I-“ I let out a breath, my chest deflating at her overall silence. “You don’t have to stay over and I could drive you home so you don’t have to drive but, you know, I would just like to know you’re safe.”
I pause once more and wait for some confirmation or rejection from Amelia, but all I’m met with is quiet breaths across my chest. I duck my head down and find Amelia fast asleep on my shoulder and one of the straps of her dress falling down her arm from the odd angle she’s laying at. Of course, what else would happen? I go on a nervous rant and Amelia sleeps through it.
“Hey, hey, Amelia?” I card my fingers through her hair and luckily, it’s enough to rouse her from her quick nap, and she lifts her head from my shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “Did you hear what I said?”
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t. I’m really tired.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was talking about. Do you want to stay the night? I gave you a bunch of statistics on car accidents at night but I’m sure you’ll fall asleep again if I repeat them.”
Amelia lets out a small laugh, pushing herself to a sitting position and rubbing her eyes yet again. “Could you lend me some clothes? Sleeping in a dress is not really my vibe.”
“Sure, I can give you some clothes. But let’s go to bed before you fall asleep again,” I grab onto Amelia’s hands and pull her off the couch, leading my half-asleep girlfriend to my bedroom. She waits patiently as I open my closet and reach for a pair of sweats, handing her sweatpants and a hoodie from Caltech. “Here. I’m gonna go clean up the ice cream while you change.”
“Thank you,” Amelia lays a kiss on my cheek before I can leave, and the tingling on my skin persists even when I get into the living room and clean up our ice cream bowls, putting them into the dishwasher.
I suppose that after tonight, there will be plenty of nights spent together. I won’t lie and say that sleeping in the same bed as Amelia isn’t a bit scary. I don’t know what kind of sleeper I am. Will I steal all the blankets and leave her freezing all night? Will I kick her relentlessly and leave dark bruises all over her pale skin? Will she just plainly hate sleeping with me and thus would begin the end of our relationship?
“Spencer,” Amelia’s voice rips me out of my anxious spiral, and when I turn to look at her, my breath is knocked completely out of my chest. Amelia wearing my clothes is quite a gorgeous sight, even if they’re hanging off her body and pooling around her feet. Her hair is up and her face is washed of any makeup and she just looks wildly beautiful. She pops her head into the kitchen and gives me a tired smile, maybe the millionth of the night. “Do you need help with anything?”
I shove my bowl into the dishwasher and then slam it closed, shaking my head at her. “No, I’m good. Let’s just go to bed.” I shut off the kitchen light and swing my arm around Amelia’s waist, bringing her back towards my bedroom and shutting the door behind us.
I watch with wide eyes and a stupid smile as Amelia crawls onto the bed, but right when she gets onto her knees, she pauses and looks over her shoulder at me. “Is there a side of the bed that you prefer?”
My eyes dart between Amelia and the pillows on the bed. Is there a side I prefer? I wouldn’t know. “I don’t think so. I mean, honestly, I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone before,”
“Me either,” Amelia pouts, her eyes locked on mine as she debates which side to choose. “Well, we’re technically already on different sides of the bed.” She gestures to her place on the right side and me on the left side. I just shrug in response to her suggestion. It’s not a big deal to me whatsoever, just as long as Amelia is comfortable and she doesn’t wind up hating me after tonight.
Amelia, completely exhausted, flops onto her stomach on top of the duvet, wiggling up just a little bit further until she can rest her head on the pillow. I shut off the lights and then crawl into the bed, on my predetermined side, tugging the duvet from under Amelia so she can join me under it. And as soon as she’s under the duvet, Amelia rolls over and curls up beside me, laying her head on my chest and slinging her arm over my stomach. “Thank you for letting me stay over,” she whispers, craning her head to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight.”
The feeling of laying in a bed with another person, especially a person who I feel so strongly about, is such a warm feeling. I’m sure I’ll literally be warm soon, what with Amelia on top of me and a duvet covering my legs. But my chest feels tight and I can’t wipe off the smile on my face, no matter how hard I try. I just beam, knowing that Amelia will be beside me all night.
So I sink further into the duvet and tug Amelia as close as I possibly can, receiving a small snicker from her. But she doesn’t seem to mind the closeness since she curls into me even more and then presses another kiss to the center of my chest. Maybe she can feel my pounding heart under her lips. Her affection comforts me enough to allow me to close my eyes and force out a goodnight, drifting off to sleep with Amelia in my arms.
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Vellichor
The One With The Mother and Son
"Didn't know where we were running to but don't look back"
Lia wrestled the large bag of equipment out of her small trunk. Her parents had offered to get her a bigger car, but she had been mooching off of them since she was born. She was determined to do this next phase of her life without any help.
"Need some help?"
Lia shook her head vehemently at her best friend and co-worker. Maya decided to grab onto what was left in the trunk anyway.
"Why are you here? I thought you were missing because of something with your mom." Lia huffed as she lugged the bag to the pitch.
Maya ran a hand through her dark hair. She made a face Lia didn't bother to read, "Ma went over to your parents house and I wasn't really...comfortable with joining her."
That gave Lia a bit of pause, "Why not? You're always over there when I'm over there. It just would have been you, Aunt Irene, Mama, and Peyton."
Maya just blushed lightly and shook her head, "You look like you could use the help."
"It's only practice. Most of the parents stay and watch their kids. I'm head coach I can handle it."
"Yeah, well I'm here now. So accept my help." Maya, ever Irene's daughter, didn't leave room for debate.
Lia rolled her eyes so hard Maya prayed they would fall out to teach her a lesson.
"Fine. You're assistant assistant coach, but my assistant coach isn't here today so go....coach or whatever."
"You're so eloquent."
"Thanks."
Maya shook her head fondly, then crossed the field to where the children and their parents were gathering.
Lia flipped through her plans for the practice. She just about jumped three feet in the air when she is tapped on the shoulder.
She turned around and was met with easily the most beautiful woman she has ever seen wearing an apologetic albeit amused look on her face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"I-I...it's o-kay." Lia couldn't wipe the wide-eyed look off of her face even if she tried.
There was a insanely gorgeous woman speaking to her. To herself. Of all the people this woman could talk to.
Lia blinked in astonishment and confusion.
"Hello, I'm Kyle's mother. Everyone calls me Wendy." Lia choked. That was such a pretty name for such a pretty woman.
Kyle? Who was Kyle? Lia blinked again. Kicking herself out of her reverie. She looked around her breifly. Suddenly, remembering where she was. And who Kyle was. Kyle was her star foward for her team. He was easily her favorite.
"Lia. You can call me...Lia."
Wendy nodded as though she already knew that, which she probably did.
"Aren't you a little young to be a head coach?"
"Aren't you a little young to be a mother?" As soon as the words left her mouth she began to pray for a stray soccer ball to hit her in the face.
She inherited her foot in mouth disease from Jisoo.
But, by the grace of some higher being Lia thinks she might have to start believing in, Wendy laughed, "touche."
And like she can't stop herself, Lia began to tell Wendy exactly why she was a coach. A story, she seldom told anyone who didn't already know.
"Sophomore year of college, I got this super weird illness. I wanted to be a singer, but the illness and the surgeries fucked up my vocal cords. My chances of ever getting a record deal were just about instantly shot. And you know what they, 'those who can't do, teach'. So, here I am." Lia shrugged. She loved her job. She really did, but there would always be that sense of loss that she would probably never get rid of.
"Well, for what it's worth, I think you're doing a pretty great job here. You've been undefeated for the past two years. Kyle never shuts up about you. I decided I needed to finally see what all the hype was about." Wendy smiled shyly at her last words.
Lia raised an eyebrow, her confidence some what coming back, "And did I meet your expectations?"
"Exceeded them, I'd say."
"I'm free later on today if you want to do any further research on whether I truly live up to the hype or not." She attempted to shrug indifferently.
Wendy laughed, then smirked, "I'll think about it." She shook Lia's hand cheekily before walking away.
Lia stared at the place Wendy had been standing for a good two minutes before she opened the hand Wendy had shook.
She raised an eyebrow at the small piece of paper she had been slipped. She flipped it over and was met with a note.
Call me
Lia eyed the note and phone number with a confused smile. When did she have time to write that down?
She was left with no time to dwell on it as all of a sudden, all of her players ran up to her looking ready to be...coached.
And Lia happily did.
~•~
Lia opened the door to her parents house with a sigh. She leaned back against the door and closed it.
She had been incredibly distracted the rest of practice. Her eyes drifting back to the woman she had met every chance she could get.
She felt different. She couldn't explain it but she felt different.
"Did you lock yourself out of your and Maya's apartment again?" Jisoo asked as she entered the livingroom. Kaleb was walking beside her, holding as many of his legos in his arms as he could.
"No. I needed to talk to you."
Jisoo eyed her oldest curiously. She then gestured to the couch.
Lia doesn't speak for all of 60 seconds.
"How'd you react to meeting Mom for first time?"
Jisoo raised an eyebrow for second. She thought over her answer, then spoke.
"I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I couldn't stop from telling her literally everything about me. Including you. She was pretty much a complete stranger, but she asked me about you and I barely hesitated in telling her."
Lia grew pensive, "When did you know she was supposed to be your mate?"
Jisoo laughed at that, "Oh kid, your mom had me at hello."
Lia's eyes widened and she mumbled to herself, "Uh oh."
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@sleepless-in-starbucks: If i write in submission box I can trick brain into writing more because silly brain says ‘you’re being watched- finish for VALIDATION’ so hi Dani I’m back. I’d tell you to say if you get sick of me but I come bearing The Boi so today I cannot be stopped
Anyways! Roman! Roman and GAYS. But in bullets because like I said if I try to actually write the muse will vanish but if we do bullets very slowly she might be confused and tricked into helping
dani: folks, lia has done it Once Again. i said i was missing roman and they wrote this and i’m smitten, i’m in love, i’m full of feelings and fluff and happiness, and everything is soft and gay and good, please read this if u have the time, i promise it’s worth it
-Imagine: A prince, in grand splendor, not necessarily decked out in jewels or gold so much as he is brimming with confidence, shining with pride, gleaming with pure beauty
-Now imagine: Reality- Roman, sprawled across the couch in a wrinkled tank top and torn jeans, lazily eating a pizza slice as he tries to figure out what to do with the rest of his Saturday
-But the confidence, the pride, the pure beauty? that���s still there
-And to his roommate and his roommate’s two boyfriends, it’s more or less the ‘corporate wants you to find the difference between these two photos/there’s no difference’ meme
-It really is problematic. Roman can be doing pretty much anything and they’re screwed (brain cells? absolutely YEETED)
-Patton just wants to get his leftovers out of the fridge?? Too bad so sad for him because Roman’s fumbling with properly putting butter on toast and his face looks stupidly cute when it’s screwed up in confusion and concentration and oh darn has Patton been leaning weakly against the wall for five minutes and now just has enough time to run back to his room before he’s caught staring? looks like he won’t be having that leftover Chinese for a bit
-Remy come over for a visit and notice his jacket missing, so he goes looking for it to reclaim what is his??? Well once he finds Roman strutting around the living room like the absolute PEACOCK that he is, winking and posing for his reflection in the turned-off tv screen those goals are CRUSHED- no ma'am he ain’t taking that jacket back, not now, maybe not ever if Roman takes a real liking to it. He’ll just stand there, happy to watch until Roman sees him and looks away and smiles like the goof he is an apologizes while Remy, as smooth as he can while he’s dying from oh my gosh I love him more than espresso on the inside, tells him it ain’t no problem, sweetheart, especially not when you wear it as well as you do ;)
-(the wink is a lie. Remy is not flirty. he is gay and dying)
-Deceit’s trying to minutely shiver on the couch because his boyfriends had to go grab something for the movie night, leaving him alone and a whole couch apart from Roman, and very cold because he is a cold babey? well no need to worry, because Roman noticed anyways!
-and suddenly he’s pressed against Deceit’s side like 'don’t worry I’ll keep you warm til they get back :) don’t want you to freeze :)’
-Deceit is dying of gay and Roman is absolutely CLUELESS so really it’s just the best of all worlds
-Even better when Remy and Patton get back and find??? their collective crush?? wrapping an arm around Deceit’s shoulder and tucking him against his side??? while he watches the movie blissfully ignorant
-Deceit looks at Remy and Patton like 'I don’t know if you should help me or leave me here to die’
-Turns out he doesn’t have to choose!
-Because as soon as he sees them Roman’s beckoning for Remy and Patton to sit down, come lean against his and Deceit’s side, and are Patton and Remy going to turn this offer down???
-No
-So, yeah
-These are just a few incidents
-One to five of them happen on the daily
-How Patton/Remy/Deceit have any brain cells left is unknown, even to them
-They figure eventually something will break, one of them will say something on accident, and then they’ll know but…
-Well
-That’s never how these things work, is it. Simply asking Roman if he likes them???? Unheard of, get out of here
-So instead, they’re watching
-Crowded in the hallway, peering around each other, watching Patton’s roommate and all of theirs’ crush cram a whole pizza slice crust into his mouth
-They’ve never seen someone so beautiful, so confident and dazzling, so bright and wonderful
-He catches them eventually, surprise surprise
-He looks over the couch edge and catches them, quickly swallowing down the pizza before he smiles at them and waves them over
-They shuffle over to the couch because I think it’s more or less Science that they cannot say no to Roman
-He moves his legs so they can sit down but immediately drops them back down over Patton’s and Deceit’s laps when they take the seat
-Remy sits on the arm of the couch by his head but Roman tugs on him a bit and suddenly Roman’s head is in Remy’s lap and he’s blushing a minor fire storm at being so close to such beauty but Remy’s still starting to run his hands through Roman’s hair (I mean, if he’s got the chance, he might as well take it, right?)
-Roman seems quite happy with the intention, happy to press his head against Remy’s stomach and bounce his legs in Patton’s and Deceit’s laps and smile prettily at all of them
-For a moment, it’s nice. Perfect, even, despite the fact that Roman’s the only one who isn’t blushing
-Then Roman speaks up
-'I’m so happy you guys are my boyfriends’ :)
-For a second, nothing
-Then
-'WHAT?’ from all three of them, more or less at once
-Roman pushes himself into a sitting position, looking between the shocked faces of Remy + Deceit + Patton
-'I’m happy you guys are my boyfriends?’ He repeats, now unsure 'what, did I say something wrong-’
-nervous laughter, awkward glances, Patton finally saying, 'sweetie, did you mean boy friends, like… friends who are boys, or…?’
-Roman, ’…no, I definitely meant romantic partners’
-more awkward, flustered glances, before, Remy this time, 'hun, uh, how do I, um, sweetheart, ah-’
-Deceit: 'we’re not dating????’
-Roman: ’…yes we are.’
-Remy: 'since when????’
-Roman: 'since that night?? we were playing truth or dare??? and I dared you all to talk about your ideal third boyfriend??? and you basically just described me???? so when you inevitably asked me what I’m looking for in a boyfriend I just described you guys??? you all blushed and got awkward and giggly??? and then I said I thought you were all beautiful and everything got real quiet and you all said I was beautiful too and then we just kinda piled onto the couch for movie night???? duh???’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit:
-Patton + Remy + Deceit: 'WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DRUNK ON SODA AND SLEEP-DEPRIVATION’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit: 'WE CALLED YOU BEAUTIFUL BACK BECAUSE WE WERE CRUSHING GAYS WHO JUST GOT CALLED BEAUTIFUL BY THE LITERAL PRETTIEST MAN WE’VE EVER COLLECTIVELY SEEN’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit: 'AND YOU’RE TELLING US WE’VE BEEN DATING YOU FOR TWO MONTHS??????’
-Roman: ’……………I kinda thought we might have been dating longer I just KNEW two months ago’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit: :0
-Roman: 'you guys always stare at me,,,, and Patton you always turn pink when you see me do anything,,,, and Deceit you always press really close to me when I try to keep you warm,,, and Remy you only ever let your boyfriends steal your jacket,,,,’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit: ’,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,we crushed on you so hard you thought we were dating omg’
-Roman: 'I see’
-Patton + Remy + Deceit:
-Roman:
-Patton + Remy + Deceit:
-Roman: 'so would you like to be my boyfriends for real…?’ :)
-Patton + Remy + Deceit:
-Patton + Remy + Deceit, while blushing furiously: 'yes very much so please’
-And then they lived gaily ever after because the author has to go get ready for bed and doesn’t know a better way to wrap this up shfbsjf
Also may I just say I loved that I came here to write about Roman,,,,,, and got distracted by other characters being gay about Roman instead jshfbdcfbds
Anyways sorry for bombing your submissions again but hey! I wrote something. go me. hope you liked it :)
(also no editing because we die like men)
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Nesting (Drake x MC)
Pairing/Characters: Drake x Jaela
Word Count: 2,400
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild language
Description: Today’s the due date of the baby. But nothing’s happening. Jaela’s trying to relax while Drake can’t keep still-- much to Jaela’s annoyance.
Note: This is just fluffy because why not. This is in regards to their pregnancy with Lia, who (if you read the Fatherhood series), decided to take her sweet time to appear into the world. Masterlist is found in my bio.
She’s barely awake before Drake’s in her face, still a sleepy blur, before he’s asking her, “Is it time? Should we go to the hospital?”, hand on her stomach, peeking out from under her tank, as it does with most things now that weren’t a dress. She shakes her head, guiding his hand to where their child is currently—and happily—pushing against her with their foot.
“They’re pretty content where they’re at…” She yawns, rubbing her eyes—but she didn’t miss Drake’s pout, the disappointment clear on his face, dark circles under his eyes. He’s been getting such little sleep, looking over things he’s read a million times in the baby books when she wakes up to use the bathroom time and time again in the middle of the night.
“But… it’s their due date today…”
The sadness in his voice is unmistakable, but Jaela’s not surprised. He’s been more than ready for the last two weeks, barely leaving her side and checking in with her every time she made a face or muttered something about her body hurting. And it did.
“It’s just an estimation…” she reminds him, shifting under the covers, rolling on her back and starting to sit up—though Drake helps with that and adjusts the pillows for her. Jaela smiles and leans back, hands on her very round stomach. As much as she wants to meet this child, Jaela’s trying to be mindful that she’ll wait—they’ll come on their own time. No need to rush them. “The baby will come when they come, Walker.”
Drake sighs, then kisses her stomach before her, setting his hand over hers. “I’m just so impatient. I want to meet them. Hold them. Love them,” he says, nearly glowing himself. She could melt right there, the sincerity in his words and voice so clear, eyes full of love. Chance hops on the bed and trots over to Jaela, head resting on her lap, right by the bump. It’s a common occurrence, sometimes the baby offering a kick hard enough to surprise him. Together the chuckle, petting him. “See? Even he wants to meet them. He’s impatient too.”
“Nobody more than you,” Jaela says with a click of her tongue, nudging him. She glances down when she feels the baby shift. The doctors said they were in position—and it was just a matter of time. But… there’s no pain, no water breaking—nothing. Just a slowpoke child, and an antsy husband, and dog, apparently. And the staff. Everybody, really. All except her. “That said… I suppose I can try to speed things along….”
Drake grins. “We’ve still got a whole day and night to go. They’ve got plenty of time to be born on their due date. And…” The way his voice drops to the delicious husky timber that sends shivers every time, even if it’s the middle of the night and she wants sleep, lips against her ear in the lightest of touches— “I’ve got just the thing to start…”
Chance quickly vacates the bed when his hand slips under her waistband, lips finding hers, tongues meeting without a moment to waste.
Well, she might as well take advantage of the sex for now.
*
“Drake!” Jaela gulps down water, face warm from the eggs. The very spicy eggs. To too spocy eggs. “H-how much cayenne and hot sauce did you put in here—oh my god— I am not eating these—”
She was starving after the sex, and since Drake decided to take the past few days off of work to prepare for the baby, he’s been making her breakfast. And today it was a spicy nightmare—and she’s only just begun to enjoy eggs since the pregnancy. But not these. Drake chuckles, replacing her plate with another one, the scrambled eggs looking a far less dangerous shade of red. “They say spicy foods can help speed up labor, that’s all.”
Jaela glares at him, taking a bite of decidedly less spicy eggs. “Drake, this baby is going to come when they want to come. And burning off my tongue is certainly not going to help. Do that again and I’ll murder you.” He rolls his eyes at her playful threat and takes his seat at the table, watching her carefully, as if the baby’s going to be born the second he looks away.
“I’m just impatient, that’s all, Abdi. No more crazy spicy foods. But you can bet I’ll make anything that has a liberal amount of spice to it. I just can’t wait to see you hold her…”
“Or him,” Jaeal replies with a smirk. She truly doesn’t care what the baby is—she’s just happy to be a mom after almost a year of trying and failing. But he’s been insistent on their gender.
Drake’s eyes sparkle, smile wide as Jaela feeds Chance some toast. She’s soft to the puppy eyes now. Pregnancy did that to her—they’ll both be going on diets after this baby comes. “It’s a girl. I told you from when we first found out. I just know it.”
He’s never stopped going on about that—always believing that it’s been a girl. Hana and Max guess a boy; Liam agrees with Drake; and Liv says the best part about not knowing was having such a feeling of joy when you’re surprised, and so happy that the baby is there—and besides, why gender a fetus? But… Drake was convinced. “Well… if the baby is a girl… we’re going to have to figure out a name. We still haven’t agreed on a girl’s name.”
“We’ll figure it out when she’s here,” Drake shrugs, mouthful of toast. “I personally like Emily.” Jaela wrinkles her nose. Drake cocks an eyebrow. “What? It’s cute. It’s a good, classic—”
“It’s boring. We are not naming our daughter the most basic name in existence. She’s the daughter of Duke Drake Walker and Jaela Abdi-Walker of Valtoria. Let’s make it something special, something worthy.”
Drake laughs. “You have a point. Then, how about Madeli—”
She knows it’s a joke, that sparkle in his eyes there, but Jaela still tosses bits of eggs at him, smiling herself. If it’s a girl in there… she’s sure they’ll know the moment they see her. Why rush and assign a name that doesn’t fit?
*
Finally—she’s alone. Thank god. And she doesn’t even believe.
Drake’s been following her all morning—and frantically cleaning and organizing any room they’re in… even if he’s already cleaned it the day before. She’s been walking around to try and get this child to come out on time because if anything, aside from wanting to hold them and love them after the hell it took to get here, she wants Drake off her back, watching her like a hawk. At least when the baby is here, there’s a reason for him to follow her around. But this? She’s pregnant, not helpless.
She sighs, reaching the gym, phone connecting to the stereo. She convinced Drake that the bushes should be trimmed, so that got him away and she (barely) managed to change into tennis shoes, already wearing leggings and one of Drake’s old, too big shirts since they had no obligations. She worked until last week, until Liam nearly forced her to relax and made sure that all of her obligations were handled and covered. She could work today. But—
“Jaela!” gasps Drake, entering the room. Jaela groans, music just started, but keeps walking going to the exercise ball, sitting on it. She sure as hell didn’t want to use any of the machines. “I thought you—”
“I’m fine, Drake. I just came down her to do a little workout on the ball.” Does bouncing on it count? Although, it’s her due date and the baby has no signs of wanting to make their grand entrance, so Jaela assumes that she makes the rules now. In the mirror’s reflection, Drake looks at her, worried, while she looks like a ball herself bouncing on the ball, hands on the sides of her stomach, braids high on her head, some slipping out. She looks like a swollen mess and he simply looks like a worries mess.
She sighs as he comes behind her, hands on her shoulders, massaging them. Well, this part of him being around her isn’t bad. “That should help, right?”
“Mmhm.” It does feels good, even if she just wanted to listen to some music alone. “Maybe. It’s worth a shot and it won’t tire me out that much.” And I wanted to be left alone but… “And they’ll come when they come, Drake. Trust me—when I go into labor, you’ll be the first person to know. I promise.”
Worry melts from his face, looking at her tenderly in the mirror. “I know. And I’m sorry I’m… overbearing? I just… after everything we went through, I want them and you to be safe. So…” Damn the shoulder massages feel good. Jaela looks up at him, smiling.
“You’re already being a protective father.” Jaela touches his hand, still bouncing on the ball. It helps her back, too. Been a damn lifesaver this whole time. “You’ve been a father since we found out. Before, really. They’re going to be so lucky, you know. Nothing bad is ever gonna happen to them.”
Drake chuckles, thumb circling her neck just right. Maybe they can get back to the having sex part of trying to urge this child to Earth….“That’s right. I’ll make sure of it.”
It is annoying to have him follow her around but… Jaela sighs happily, meeting his eyes in the mirror. There’s worse things he could do than want to wait on her hand and foot, truly. She can handle him. It’s just out of love.
*
“Oh my god. Drake. What the fuck. Stop cleaning!”
Jaela watched him in a twenty-minute span clean the counters twice. Dusted all surfaces twice. Fluffed pillows twice. She just wanted to watch some trashy TV and read a book in peace with her feet up—not hear Drake mutter about dust and how the pillows look lopsided over and over. But that’s all he’s been doing all morning, following her around room by room (allowing for a two-minute gap before his arrival), watching her with worry.
It’s been a week since the due date… and the baby seems more determined than ever to stay in there. Aside from the one close call—but the cramps stopping and the baby was back to normal, stretching in there. Even if they’ve been a bit quiet since the early hours of the morning and Jaela’s been brushing off light pain as Braxton Hick’s, or signs of far too early labor. For too early to go to the hospital for and to have Drake whining to her about how they should go there. So, she’s quiet about it, just wanting to relax—and not telling him that she knows the baby will come soon. Even if soon meant three days from now.
She wants peace. And he is the opposite. He’s annoying, really.
Drake turns, shocked, jaw dropped. “Jaela, I’m just cleaning for—”
“You’ve been cleaning for weeks now, Drake,” Jaela says, stern, petting Chance, always by her side. Her brows are furrowed and she frowns, glaring at him, voice sharp. “You’re nesting worse than me and you’re not the one with a seven pound—but really feels like thirty pound—baby in you who is taking their sweet time to come out. I want some peace and quiet—as we’ll never get it again—but I can’t with you around here.”
Is she being harsh? She’s too annoyed at her husband, looking like a wounded puppy, to care.
Jaela starts to stand, and Drake rushes to help, but she waves him off, pulling herself up, wincing at the sharpness in her back. Hand on her lower back, one on her stomach, Jaela looks up to him, eyes narrowed. “Jae, I’m just trying to help—”
That’s an idea. “You know what would help me,” Jaela says, waddling—more or less—to the kitchen, where their keys are. Drake and Chance follow. “Is you going to work.” She tosses him the keys, triumphant in her idea.
Drake frowns himself, holding them up, inspecting them as if they’re a foreign object. Granted, they haven’t left the duchy in over a week. Walked every inch of it together for a date… most nights in a row. But still. They’ve been on lockdown, just waiting for baby Abdi-Walker to say hello. “How…? I don’t want to leave you alone, Jaela.”
Jaela groans. “Just for a few hours, okay? Go to the palace, have a whiskey, answer some emails, sign some papers and then come back to me? Let me just… be… in peace? Can you please do this for me?” she pleads, going to him, hands on his chest. Drake caresses her stomach, resignation across his face. He can’t resist her when she pleads, batting her lashes, asking for a favor. “Like I said, I promise you’ll be the first one to know if I’m in labor and… and I highly doubt in the three hours that you’re gone I’ll be having a baby. Just a little break? Talk to Liam? Do something productive that isn’t wiping the counters to an early death, please?”
And like magic—of course—Drake sighs in defeat and kisses her tenderly, rubbing her stomach. “Fine. A few hours. Then I’m here until I return to work after the baby’s born, understand? And Jaela—don’t be a martyr—if anything happens—” Their eyes lock, his tone serious. Jaela knows in those chestnut eyes she hopes their child will have that he means it. “You call me, okay? Call me and I’ll be here to help you and we’ll be off to the hospital to have a baby. Understand?”
“Mmhmm…” She smiles wide, kissing the tip of his nose. “I do. Now… get to work. I need to catch up with some Housewives…” She taps his ass when he turns, rolling his eyes, and she giggles, happy for the peace and quiet—and settling dust—to come.
Although, an hour later, when the pain is constant her water breaks the second she’s out of the shower, all she can mutter is, “Well, shit.”
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