an unexpected pairing

Dinner Party (One-shot)

Summary: You hadn’t seen Sebastian since he left to film Infinity Wars and he was coming home tonight so you and your girlfriend decided to have a small dinner with just the three of you. What happened after, was unexpected.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Bisexual!Reader x Reader’s Girlfriend 
Word Count: 3180
Warnings: thigh riding, language, bisexual lovin’
A/N: This was all inspired by Sebastian’s pic with the beard, yeah you know the one. AND because of pride month! Feedback is welcomed 💜

Originally posted by odetolove6

“Hey babe,” you said to your girlfriend who was sitting on the kitchen counter. “What time does Seb get here?”

“Um, around 5. That’s what he texted me before boarding his flight.” She mumbled as she continued to eat her bowl of freshly cut strawberries.

“Alright, that’s good. It’s almost 4 so I can hurry up and change,” you stated as you were adding the final touches on the lasagna dish you had made for tonight’s dinner along with a light salad and freshly baked rolls. The kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of tomatoes and basil which pranced around the air as it created a warm home-like essence into the atmosphere.

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Shokudaikiri from a different citadel came to our Musical Touken Ranbu citadel to play.

And this shakiness.

It’s nice having a sword from another citadel come to my own citadel. It’s kind of like having a dream.

Please give me Kogarasumaru.


Today. At last, I managed to go for a meal together with Ryuji.
And then, I met Shoutarou-kun for the first time, and also managed to go for a meal together with Tori-kun; I’m happy.

Unexpected (Dean x Reader)

Title: Unexpected 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

 Warnings: Language maybe?

Prompt: Reader just finished a stressful case with the Winchester’s. As a sort of a distraction, the reader brings someone home only to get caught in mid-action by Dean, and he’s not too happy. Which brings him to confess some things that the reader did not expect.

A/N: omg thank you so much for those who have liked like my last post, i’m genuinely surprised! please send me requests of imagines that you would like to see, i’ll be happy to write a few of them out for y'all


Originally posted by grumpycatdixon

 A giggle fell from your lips as you stumbled slightly. Two hands prevented you from falling, something you were grateful. You pressed your lips hungrily against the hot stranger before you, closing the door behind him. 

“You’re so hot.” He mumbled as his lips traveled down to your neck. 

“Shut up.” You groaned, panting slightly.

Your hands traveled under his shirt, feeling up his toned abdomen. He pulled back to the shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the small motel room. You quickly did the same. 

He pushed you down on to the bed. The mattress creaked as he crawled on top of you, his lips returning to their place on his neck. 

 Your moans filled the quiet room, your hands tangling in the stranger’s hair as he kissed down your chest. His hands fumbled with your pants before he pulled them down in a swift motion. 

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Dean asked as he opened the room’s door. “Holy shit.”

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pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2300 (did NOT mean for it to be this long)

warnings: swearing

prompt/request: “Hiiii, can I get a lin x reader where they run into each other on the street or something and they’re both wearing the same outfit (like black jeans and gray hoodies(™️️) and red converse or something) and its just really fluffy and stuff? Ok thanks!!” from an anon


Fuck this wind, you thought angrily as you stomped down a New York City sidewalk.

It had been a tough day, to say the least. Your boss was a moron, your co-workers were bitches, and you had started the morning off by waking up half an hour later than you normally intended and, in result, arrived an hour late for work, which earned you glares and lots of scolding – not to mention your laundry hadn’t finished in time, so you were stuck wearing the same hoodie, jeans, and black converse you wore the night before to make a convenience store run.

When you finally got off for lunch break, you knew you needed to get out of there.

You moved your hood down so it was over your face and slid your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Grey clouds gathered overhead, and the swift breeze whipped hair across your face and into your mouth. Your eyebrows knitted together in the center of your forehead. You didn’t want to go back to work, but with weather like this? How the hell was your mood supposed to improve when the weather was so utterly miserable? It would do nothing but make you angrier, and you knew if you got any angrier, you wouldn’t be able to get any work done. You stopped for a second, pulled out your phone, and just began to type in your passcode when –


You fell face-first onto the cement.

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{ unexpected guest }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: Hi there! I was maybe wondering if you could make a hamilsquad fic about when the reader is alone in the house/apartment then suddenly robber shows up and sees her and the rest is up to u?

a/n: yes! i hope you like it! i have a hercules one that kind of follows this prompt so it’s called “vacancy” if you’d like to check it out! 

t/w: none! 

inbox || masterlist 

“Make sure the doors are locked, love.” Alex advised you, kissing your head from where you sat on the couch. You were sitting cross legged, totally engrossed in the newest episode of your favorite show with a blanket wrapped around you tightly.

You hardly noticed until John waved a hand in front of you. “Baby? Did you hear Alex?” 

“Yes. Lock the doors.” You said absentmindedly, looking around him. He managed a laugh and you gave him a small smile. “Promise I’ll be okay, Jack. You guys can go now.”

“You sure, princess?” Herc raised an eyebrow slightly, already slinging his jacket over his shoulders. He looked over at you from where he stood near the front door. Alex got up to look for something, mumbling things you didn’t quite pick up as he got up from the couch. He hurriedly gave you one more little kiss before he did so. John kissed your forehead and headed over near Herc.

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“Perfect Sense”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: In which you confront Draco Malfoy about why he’s been distancing himself from you. 

I had a layover in France and spent two hours chatting with a very cute couple who met through Harry Potter. This one’s inspired by both Halina and Parker’s story and @bovaria‘s Draco-love. By the time you read this story, I’ll probably be in the air, flying back to the States!

A/N: Reader’s house is Ravenclaw, only because the female half of the couple I met is a Ravenclaw. However, feel free to replace it with your house!

“You don’t want be with me.”

The familiar feeling of trepidation mixed with slight annoyance trickles down your body as you cross your arms against your chest. Your eyes pierce into the silvery blue eyes you’ve spent hours staring into, internally building yourself up so you don’t squirm under his normally intense gaze.

“Why would you say that?” you start, standing behind a false shield of bravery. It’s taking everything in you to not unfold your arms and start fiddling with the charm of Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem hanging from the subtle silver bracelet on your wrist. No, you need to come off as strong when dealing with the prince of Slytherin.

“You’re a bloody Ravenclaw,” Draco practically spits out.

“What does my house have anything to do with this?” you retort back, your tone surprisingly sharp. You internally wince as Draco gapes at you in surprise -this was the first time you’ve raised a defensive voice against him- but you stand your ground.

Draco can’t quite meet your eyes, instead stares fixedly at the diadem charm. “I just meant you’re smart, so you probably already know of my reputation,” he says, his voice devoid of any emotion. “I can’t imagine you’d want to be with someone like -”

A light but harsh breeze whisks through the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, a violent shiver running down your spine, causing you to stumble. Eyes lined with concern, Draco quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him, allowing you to get a better look of his handsome, albeit weary, face in which tortured guilt swarms his silver eyes.

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An Unexpected Friend

Pairing: Peter Parker X Stark!Young!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: None

Summary: What happens when Peter Parker has to look over Tony Stark’s eight year old daughter?

A/N Also sorry, I suck at titles.

Originally posted by tompollander

“Okay Parker, normally I wouldn’t trust you at all. But nobody else is home so.. Just make sure she’s in bed by 9:30”  

Tony said as he walked out the door.

Peter sighed to himself. This is not what he thought when tony had said ‘Special Mission’ He didn’t hate kids or anything, he just didn’t think he’d be spending his Friday night babysitting tony Stark’s 8 year old.

Then he remembered, he had no idea where you were.

“Y/N!” Peter looked around a bit but couldn’t find you.

“Jarvis where’s Y/N?”

“Miss Y/N is currently in the lab, Sir”

Peter ran down to the lab and was relieved when he found you sitting on the floor just looking some book.

“Hey Y/N” He said as he crouched down to be at your level.

“Oh hi Peter. Did my dad leave already?”

“Yeah. Do you want to do something?” He asked as he leaned forward trying to figure out what the book you had was.“What the heck! That’s advanced calculus!”

You nodded and stood up.

You reached your arms out in front of you and Peter lifted you over his head.

You sat on his shoulders as he carried you out of the lab.

“Okay, you can put me down now” You said once you had reached the living room.

Peter chuckled and set you down into the couch, then sat in the chair across from you. You sat there and stared at him. He stared back, dumbfounded.

He crossed his arms and then you replicated the action. His scratched his nose and you copied him again. You just sat there doing that for about ten minutes until you announced you were bored.

You went over and started snooping thought peters backpack, You didn’t know any better.

Peter watched you from behind, he didn’t really mind.

“That’s an old computer!!” You exclaimed. (How did Peter fit a computer in his bag? I don’t know don’t ask me)
“Can you even see in these?!” You said, putting the goggles from his spider man suit over your eyes.

Peter realized, even at eight years old, you were still exactly like your father.

“WHOAW!!! Empire strikes back!” Peter’s expression changed at your excitement.

“We never get to watch this movie because my dad doesn’t like it..”

“You wanna watch it?!” Peter was almost as excited as you. You nodded excitedly.

“Wait here” You said as you started to run off.

“Wait! Y/N!!” he called after you.

“Calm down Dude!!” you called from the other room.

You came back shortly after carrying a ton of pillows and blankets. You nearly fell over when you bumped into Peter.

“I’ve always wanted to build a fort, but Dad says its too messy. Well, we’re gonna build one now”

Peter smiled at you.

"Well don’t just sit there! Help!” Peter stood up and began helping you build a fort.

“Wow Y/N, you’re the coolest eight year old I’ve ever met”

“then You probably haven’t met many eight year old’s”

“True, true”

Tony ended up coming home early and when he got there you were still I’m the fort. Tony heard quiet voices coming out of it.

I’m not ticklish”

“You sure?” Peter mused.

Tony heard your giggling.
“Ahem” He cleared his throat.

“Oh hi Mr stark!” Peter popped his head out of the fort.

“Okay Spiderboy, you can go home”

“Noooooo” You said, still from inside the fort.

Peter smiled.

“Look what you’ve done Parker, you corrupted my child”

You laughed and came out.

“Byeeeeee!” You said, hugging his stomach. It was really the only thing you could reach.“

Bye Y/N/N!”

“How’d it go honey?” Your dad asked after Peter had left.

“It was fun! We watched that movie you hate”

“Oh that movie-”

even+the boy squad headcanons 
- sure the boys have met even but have they met him? 
- imagine these boys walking in on even I’m Cool and have Poofy Elvis Hair bech næsheim watching pretty woman and crying and being like ‘yo isak is he okay’ and they look over at isak and isak’s crying too because the balcony scene is too emotional and just stop looking at me you don’t get it 
- isak and even give each other super lame nicknames don’t even fight me this is canon
so imagine even making fun of isak like ‘issy stop licking your lips they’re gonna get chapped it’s cold out here’ and the boys being like ‘???? isSy???’ and isak staring daggers into even and even just looking at him smiling like a complete infatuated idiot like ‘what? ur my issy’
- magnus and even would be best friends because while magnus may be desperate™ even is the King of Desperate and these boys would team up and become best buds 
- after vilde comes out magnus is left kinda defeated so he turns to even for help and even is just there like ‘sorry man I really can’t help you I left my girlfriend of four years for a 2nd year boy I saw on the first day of school’ and isak would overhear this and walk in and just kiss even silly because He Knows and magnus just groans from the couch
- even and jonas would be like the unexpected magic pair and no one sees it coming until one day they show up in matching beanies 
- they would have such a good time sharing embarrassing stories of isak because jonas would be like ‘oh yeah isak went like a week eating only cheetos it took him 30 minutes to brush his teeth back to their original state’ and even would laugh and shoot back ‘once isak started crying in the middle of sex because he saw a dog through our bedroom window’ 
- isak hates it but secretly his heart is going ‘!!!!’ because his best friend and his boyfriend are getting along 
- Jonas accidentally walking in on isak and even just like isak walked in on him and the next day in the school cafeteria isak is staring mortified at his toast and jonas is just ‘is it like……..good? having it up there? like do you like it?’
- they would have a group chat!!! and they would send each other shitty memes!!!! 
- basically just the boy gang adopting even into their little circle of friends and everything being good and pure and happy the end 


Pairing: Sherlock x psychic!Shy!Reader. Could be platonic if you want.

Warnings: Sherlock being nice, the reader is pretty much mute. And I wrote this a really long time ago so….

Summary: What happens when Sherlock’s shy working buddy does something unexpected?

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Stop,” Y/N said softly to Sherlock as they walked down the pavement. Sherlock brought his walking to a stop, and watched as the soccer ball on of the kids had thrown flew past his face. He looked back at her and smiled. She blushed and looked down quickly.

Y/N was very special; she was psychic. She always knew if something was going to happen, so she was a great addition to the team. But, there was one problem; Y/N was very very shy. Almost mute. The only person she really talked to was Sherlock, and even that she had trouble with. And she didn’t really speak if she was in a big room with lots of people moving around hectically.

Sherlock tried very hard not to be a jerk with her, but it was hard for him.

“Alright, here we are,” Sherlock looked down at her and smiled.

Rather than knocking on the door, she waited for a couple of moments, then the door flung open. Y/N didn’t flinch, until she saw him looking at her, then she shook slightly and looked down.

She backed up until she was behind Sherlock. He stepped to the side slightly so she was completely hidden behind him. She smiled to herself, relieved.

“Hello Sherlock.” Greg greeted at the door. “Y/N,” He said as she walked in, following Sherlock.

She watched as Sherlock examined a body laying on the floor. “Sherlock,” She whispered, tapping his shoulder, “Anderson.” She said louder.

Sherlock turned around and surely enough, just seconds after she had suggested, Anderson walked into the room.Sherlock rolled his eyes at Anderson.

“Well, who’s this?’ He asked, walking toward Y/N.
Y/N found herself being incapable of speech, so she turned and tugged on Sherlock’s coat.
"Alright. Anderson, this is Y/N.” Although Y/N knew all about Anderson, she had actually never met him before.

She knew what was about to happen, but she was so nervous, she couldn’t speak. She looked up at Sherlock’s eyes then motioned over to a vase on the top of a shelf.
Sherlock knew exactly what she was taking about, but he just shrugged. If a vase was going to fall on Anderson’s head, he was not going to prevent it.

“What are you?- Ow!” He gripped his head in pain. Sherlock shrugged again, and lead you into the other room.

“I think maybe, the uncle was the murderer,” She said so quietly Sherlock had to Lean in to even get a hint of what she was saying.
She had been trying to reach Sherlock’s earshot, so she had missed it when John walked into the room.

“The uncle?” He asked. She jumped back and grabbed Sherlock’s arm.

“Oh.” She blushed, trying to smile at him.

John smiled sweetly down and her, “Morning,” He greeted. She smiled shyly and took sudden interest in Sherlock’s arm.

All was going fine until Y/N realized what was about to happen. She was trying desperately to get Sherlock’s attention, but he was too engaged in his conversation with John to notice anything.

She watched as a stylish Sports car pulled up out in front of the building, and decided to handle it herself.

She tapped her foot on the ground outside the car and waited for the guest to get out. She watched in disgust as he spit his gum into his hand.

“Ah, Y/N, how are we today?”

She didn’t say anything until he was completely out of the car. Well, she still didn’t say anything.

“Y/N!” She heard Sherlock call as he ran outside. He didn’t want her to be associated with people like Moriarty. He was about to grab her and take her back inside, but before he had time she brought her fist back behind her head, and threw it forward on Moriarty’s face.

Sherlock’s eyes almost completely bugged out of his head.

Y/N was undoubtedly, the Kindest, sweetest, shyest and quietest person he had ever met, and he was not expecting that.

He was even more shocked when he saw Moriarty’s nose, which was now decorated with crimson blood. When Y/N saw Sherlock’s face she blushed and looked down again, returning to her normal self.

John had now joined the audience, and was just as shocked as Sherlock was.
Sherlock smirked down at her quickly before going over to Moriarty.

“Alrighty then,” John held Y/N’s shoulders lightly and led her back inside.



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Unexpected Ride

pairing: Daryl x Reader

fandom: the walking dead

prompt:  You were chased by cops and took me as a hostage but you didn’t realized the cops were after me

warnings: pre-apocalypse

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway

Sweat ran down your forehead as you ran around the corner and over the street, trying to find a path where cars couldn’t follow you so easily. The sirens kept getting louder in the distance. They were still a bit away, had probably lost sight of you a few times but it wouldn’t stay like that. Getting away from the police successfully was harder than it looked in all the action movies you had seen over the years. Well fuck that you hadn’t bet on getting away anyway.

Halfway across a motorbike stops right in front of you, breaks squeaking as is slithers to a halt. Your first thought was ‘police’ but the man jumps down, takes your arm, drags you over to his bike and throws you onto it before sitting down himself. He hits the gas pedal full force and drives away without further explanation. Not that you wanted one at the moment, you were busy digging your nails into the leather seat to prevent you from falling down.

When you finally leave the city behind you, he slows down and you dare to sit up. Hanging halfway over a way too fast motorbike wasn’t exactly fun even if it looked funny.

After what felt like hours the bike stops at the side of the road and you immediately jump down, the anger that had gathered with time showing itself quite clearly.

“What the hell?!”

No answer. The guy just takes his helmet off, giving you a shrug before turning his attention back to his bike that obviously ran out of gas or he wouldn’t have stopped at all.

“You do that often? Taking people on a ride…forcefully I might add.”

“Not really.”

“Well then could you be a bit more precise as to what the fuck I am doing out here?”

He straightens his back, takes a deep breath and turns around with an annoyed look, “I needed some leverage in case the police caught up.”

You stare at him with a blank expression, really looking at him for the first time today before you start to laugh uncontrollably. It earns you a strange look but you don’t care and ignore it.

“Well buddy I hate to disappoint you but that plan has gone very wrong. I don’t know what you did but those cops were after me.”

His face drops, an expression taking over that’s more than annoyed now.

“Anyway…” You start, walk over and pat him on the back before starting to walk back to the city, “…we better get going, that’s a long ass walk back.”


Inspired by conversations about rainy days, kisses on noses, and an ask received in the midst of writing it about H making you finish so hard you cry. It’s a bit sloppy at parts, but hopefully it goes unnoticed. Enjoy. x

“We should drive,” you’d told him as you looked up at the sky. Half of it was a clear blue but the other half was covered in a dark, billowing mess that promised rain.

“We’ll be fine,” Harry had promised you with the jingle of his keys as he’d locked up his door. “A little rain never hurt anybody, right?”

You, of course, hate to say you were right.

What had started out as a casual stroll and joint running of some errands is ending up as an unexpected shower for the pair of you. That cloud in the sky has been threatening to burst all day, and it finally has – with big, fat drops that are the size of coins and that leave the pavement dotted with wet and dry at first until wet overwhelms before you can blink.

“Harry!” He’s left you with his bag as well as yours and he’s sprinting ahead of you on his long legs, giving you no choice but to wobble unevenly after him as fast as you can.

“M’openin’ the door!” he bellows back at you as he abandons you, feet slamming against the soaking wet ground. You shriek when a splash hits your leg and you grimace at the knowledge that it’s dirty street water soaking into your jeans. When you finally catch up, Harry’s paused outside the door of his house, fumbling with his keys, before finally he slides one in and his front door swings open. There’s a piercing chime and he hurries to shut the security system down while you step in behind him and shut the door, dropping both your bag and his by the door and slamming your hands over your ears.

You’ll never be used to the sound.

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Unexpected Father Series -Masterlist

Pairing: exoXyou

Summary: Various situations with you and each exo member facing parenthood when you least expected it.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

One - Chen

Two - Kai

Three - Xiumin

Four - Sehun

Five - D.O

Six - Suho

Seven - Lay

Eight - Chanyeol

Nine - Baekhyun

*Each of these boys will have a different story, none of them meaning to be in the same universe - so you may read in any order. Please keep in mind that not all of these have happy endings.*

—>Exo Masterlist<—

today has been a really rough day so i was thinking about nice things and one of those nice things was bethyl. so here’s some reasons why i love this pairing

  • so! unexpected! they literally share maybe ½ conversations before being thrust together on their own. somehow that “lack of history” could be off-putting but it’s not? the complete unexpected element of the pairing is so appealing because you can look back at season 2 or 3 and be like o wow u two don’t even know. you have no fucking idea u fools. hell, you can look back and think about your first reaction of “what?… daryl and beth?…” and how bizarre it seemed at first until it clicked and suddenly it made all the sense in the world. i don’t think that they would’ve grown that close unless they were forced to share each other’s company like that (and that’s ok!) - and that’s actually pretty interesting because it goes to show that people we didn’t even acknowledge or considered (because of different personalities/age groups/relations they keep/social class/etc) could happen to be extremely similar to ourselves and yes, I think that the way Beth and Daryl perceive the world and approach everything is very similar. so despite the striking differences that keeps their characters slightly wary of each other they find out that wow, this person actually sees the world in a way that is very beautiful and very much like me and i didn’t know this about this person and it’s like i’ve never seen you before even though we’ve been part of this same group for some years and isn’t that astonishing? isn’t it astonishing that i can be this surprised by someone that was right here this entire time. and isn’t it beautiful that i can be surprised like this in a world that is so ugly?
  • ALSO. the way daryl now reaches out to people and embraces affection from others? wow. beth’s death destroyed him. but even that couldn’t get rid off the things he’d learnt from being with her just for a while. it’s like he learned that being tactile with people can be a nice! thing! and wow it’s actually so nice to be comforted like this and every little step he takes in Alone he’s testing his limits on how tactile he’s allowed to be with her. and even after she’s gone he still reaches out to people he cares about like that because he learnt that not everyone is gonna push him away and making yourself vulnerable doesn’t always result in others hurting you. ALSO!!!! How ballsy did Beth have to be to even hug Daryl that first time in the prison? She must’ve noticed that no one ever approached Daryl like that - not even his bestie Carol so wtf Beth? -  and even if it could’ve been intimidating she went ahead and did it because what the hell, she’s Beth, that’s what she does and she’s not ashamed of being affectionate or caring or vulnerable. if he didn’t like it he could push her away but that wouldn’t stop Beth from putting herself on the line like that for others. my girl :’)
  • this point is kind of bittersweet… but in-laws Glenn and Maggie supporting Daryl after Grady; and Daryl supporting Maggie in return. and then again Maggie and Daryl after Glenn died. Just that entire Beth/Glenn/Maggie/Daryl dynamic that we got almost nothing of but it’s still beautiful and i would give my left arm to’ve seen it with all members of that foursome still alive. but whatevs. no big deal. i guess i’ll just….. stand here…….. crying
  • another bittersweet point but: how no one in team family questioned it. they might not have understood it completely but they understood that Daryl is a good man and they know what Beth meant for him and shit, I know no one would’ve had a problem with them together (certainly not rick, nor maggie, nor carol). so eat shit haters lmao.
  • just… makes no sense at first. they are such an awkward pairing at first, almost inappropriate, almost rubbing you off the wrong way (factor of age standing out the most) and you look at them and it’s visually jarring how different they are and then all of that melts away and suddenly it makes sense and it’s almost like a religious experience lmao
  • outside of the show: how much emily and norman support it. emily writing a frigging song about beth and daryl. norman always mentioning Still as his fav episode and how Beth’s death was the most difficult thing for him to do + all the other shit they’ve said/done referring to it as romantic. lauren cohan supports the shit out of it. scott wilson (hershel) saying he’d be a proud grandpa if they had kids and that daryl should take a bath before dating his daughter as the only fault he’d find in that pairing. just the lovely feeling of acknowledgement from everyone (minus Kirkman Troll lmao) that it was a thing. k thanks.
  • i had more points probably… but i’m tired so

good day, good evening, and goodnight

Originally posted by eaion

Title: Unexpected Relationships
Pairing: Leonard Snart x Female!Reader
Words: 357
Rating: T

You didn’t expect your life to turn out this way. You especially not did not see yourself agreeing to travel through space and time to save the future from an immortal madman who has a personal vendetta against immortal hawk people. And you most certainly never expected to fall in love with a known criminal. Of course things weren’t that simple.

You were shy and closed off, but you’re intelligence and Ph.D. in History sure made up for the lack of field experience. Naturally everyone saw you as the baby of the ship and made it their responsibility to ‘protect you at all times’. Everyone except Leonard.

When it came down to it, he respected you as an adult and trusted you to make your own decisions. However, any other time he’d tease you immensely. You didn’t know why he bothered with you seeing as he had minimal interest in anything that wasn’t money and stealing. Somewhere along the way, you fell in love with him. Maybe it was his coolness in any situation, or maybe it was his snarky comments and comebacks, but something about him piqued your interest.

This interest didn’t go unnoticed by him though.

You had caught his eye too. There was something about you that he liked, a pureness in you he wanted to sullen, and the way you got so courageous and forward sometimes only fueled his interest. The first time you had an outbreak made his eyes go wide. That was the first time he really saw you. The shy and nerdy woman he knew before crumpled away and there was a new person standing before him. The real you. He wanted to explore both sides of you.

So to say it wasn’t a shocker to the team when you two got together, would be a lie. Everyone ‘knew’ what kind of person Leonard was, and they wanted you to stay away from him. No doubt you refused to leave him and as your relationship progressed, the team saw how you were with each other. Soon enough they all fell in love with the idea of the two of you.  

Request for oneshot  ~X~

An Unexpected Surprise

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 5.2K

Summary: Saddened at the idea of having to spend Christmas alone, you return to your apartment to find an unexpected surprise in the form of your very cute, sexy and adorable boyfriend Namjoon. 

Snowflakes floated gracefully down to the pavement as you walked through the bustling city streets. Lights were strung up all around you, twinkling beautifully in a whole spectrum of colours and the gorgeous scent of mulled wine and cinnamon lingered in the air. Everything about the place was simply magical, children wearing thick coats and knitted scarves weaved in and out of market stalls laughing gleefully as their parents chased behind them, the whole atmosphere of the place was just…good.

And yet despite the magnificence of everything, you found it hard to smile, you found it challenging to even care enough the admire the scene taking place all around you. Because for the first time in years you would be spending Christmas alone. The very thought of this made the vibrant reds and greens seem duller, the delicious scents made you feel nauseous and all the hanging lights gave you a painful headache.

You dragged your feet against the pavement until finally you reached the entrance to your apartment building. With numb fingers, you pulled out your key and turned it in the lock of the main entrance. Reluctantly, you wandered into the building, the warmth from inside instantly hitting your body and thawing your frozen skin.

The lobby area was quiet, painfully so, most of the residents had gone to see their family and loved ones over the holidays leaving the hallways deserted and silent, it was almost eerie. Your parents had gone to visit some friends of theirs in another country and despite their invitation for you to join them you hadn’t wanted to intrude on their gathering so you’d assured them you would spend the Christmas with your boyfriend Namjoon. At the time you hadn’t been lying, you really had thought the two of you would be able to spend Christmas together, but sadly he’d ended up having to work right the way through until New Year’s Eve.

You’d understood of course, work came first. Namjoon was the heir to a highly prestigious company, his father being the manager of it, you knew that if he wanted to take over one day, he couldn’t afford to take much time off. He had to show that he was determined, dependable and focused, and so, when he’d announced with a sullen face that he couldn’t be with you on Christmas, you’d simply nodded, even managing a small smile.

It was just one Christmas after all. Sure, the sheer feeling of isolation was going to be pretty miserable but…it was just one Christmas.

You traipsed through to the elevator, pressing the correct button to get to your floor, the Christmas music playing on the speakers cruelly mocking you with its sickly sweet melody, one that left a bitter taste in your mouth. You supposed you should feel grateful, to spend your Christmas in such a luxurious apartment, something that was all thanks to Namjoon and his hard work, but it was hard to see the value of expensive items  when you had no one to share them with.

You worked hard too of course, but working as a waitress didn’t exactly bring in the same paycheck as the ridiculous amounts of money your boyfriend made. Nonetheless, you would insist on buying most things for yourself as much as he wanted to spoil you, you never let him buy you clothes or technology or other kinds luxurious presents, the only exceptions being your birthday or Christmas.

When you reached the door of your apartment, you pulled out another key from the key ring and turned it in the lock in one smooth action, you pulled the handle down so the door swung open. In the darkness, you stumbled towards the light switches and flicked them on individually until the room was thoroughly illuminated, , your books were still scattered across the coffee table and a small Christmas tree stood pathetically by the couch. You had half a mind to take it down right now and pretend that Christmas wasn’t happening.

Just as you were about to collapse on the couch you heard a strange clattering noise coming from the kitchen. The first time, you decided to simply ignore it, you couldn’t muster the energy to go and check the source of the noise. However, after a few seconds the noise occurred again, over and over, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

You weren’t scared for some reason, as you moved towards the kitchen, not even considering the possibility that someone could have broken in, perhaps you were just too blue to care. But as you swung the door open you were met with a sight you certainly had not expected.

Your boyfriend was standing amongst a heap of pots and pans, something was steaming in the corner and the plates were piled a mile high in the sink, the oven was on, the microwave was on, the kettle was on, just about everything was on and the room had a rather odd smell to it, like a mixture of hundreds of different varieties of food. 

Yet despite the disastrous surroundings, a feeling of blissful joy ran through your veins at the sight of him and without even a second thought, you found your feet moving and your body throwing itself into his unexpecting one.

“Y/N! You’re home” he exclaimed happily once he was over the initial shock of basically being tackled into a hug. His skin was so warm against your cold cheek and  you gripped him even more tightly. Your body must have still been quite cold because you felt him shiver, but he made no complaint as he wrapped his long arms around you.

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New fic: Strong enough to carry him

Thought I’d squeeze in one final Isak POV fic before we officially have a new main tomorrow! So here, have some Evak, plus an unexpected pairing that may or not be inspired by this Very Important™ photograph.

Title: Strong enough to carry him

Pairings: Isak/Even, Eskild/Mahdi (I know, I know, shhh, just let it happen to you)


Isak is starting to lose the plot of the syndicated crime drama blaring on the television—and trying to figure out a way to get Mahdi to explain it to him without sounding stupid—when it happens.

Before Isak can open his mouth to speak, Mahdi turns to him, clears his throat, and casually asks:

“So…what’s Eskild’s deal?”

Or: Mahdi thinks Eskild is hot. Isak just wants to get through this with his sanity intact.

Read it here on AO3.

Help Me Study

Alright so I’ve been working a very unexpected mark and pair that with writers block it doesn’t really help. I know I said I’d be posting a bunch but unfortunately shit happens. I’m doing my best and I’ll update every possible chance I get, just be patient with me guys <3 Anywho! This was a request I got a while ago and finally got around to writing it. I changed it up a little bit just cause I couldn’t think of what else to write but yea, here it is! 

“HELLO! I want to request an imagine where the reader is studying for an important test but mr j wants her to go out with him and he gets mad cause she doesn’t wants to but at the end she accepts to have a little bit of fun, please???” 


College was hard, no denying that. You thought high school was tough? The test you had coming up was worth 50% of your final grade and it had you stressing out. You were never good with test, anxiety always getting the better of you but that just gave you that much more incentive to study extra hard.

“Alright so for all real numbers b and c such that the product of c and 3 is b, which of the following expressions represents the sum of c and 3 in terms of b? What the fuck…” you muttered to yourself, reading the question aloud as if that would help you understand.

You felt his hands trail down your arms and back up, digging his thumbs in to the tender muscles in your shoulder. Your head rolled back at the lovely sensation of his touch and the pressure being applied to your stiff shoulders.

“You’ve been working non-stop. Come out with me. Come to the club, you can let loose a little bit baby,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His voice always raised goosebumps on your skin. “We can drink a little, have a little bit of fun. You need it baby, you’re gonna drive yourself insane.” He started to laugh maniacally at the irony of his statement consider his mental stability.  

“J you know I have that huge test tomorrow. I need to study. You know what’ll happen if I don’t study…” you said, referring to the awful panic attacks that you got whenever a test came around. He groaned and took his hands off your shoulders. You knew your refusal would set him off a little bit, you just prayed it would be minor.

“All this school shit Y/N. It takes up all your time. You never talk to me anymore and all you wanna do is study. Study, study, study. All you ever do. Such a waste of time too,” He spoke loudly, distancing himself from you. “You know what Y/N? I’m going to stop asking you to be with me. You want to ignore me? Fine. Have it your way then doll.”

You rolled your eyes at the drama of his statement. You knew something like this would come of you saying no.

“You’re being dramatic J. I know you never went to school but this means a lot to me. I know you don’t necessarily agree with it but please just be supportive, you know I need you J, always have and always will baby,” you reasoned with him as you stood up to wrap your arms around his neck in a loose embrace. “I need to study baby,” you concluded. He rolled his eyes and threw his head back in annoyance.

“Just take a break Y/N. I need my queen with me. I’ll die without you,” he said loudly adding a fake cry to the end to add to the dramatic effect he was aiming for. You chuckled and nodded.

“Fine. But only for like an hour. I need to do well on this test. If I go out with you do you promise to help me study when we get back?” He looked at you as if you were as crazy as him. He let out a long sigh, accepting your terms and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll help you study. Let’s go baby, go get dressed, we’re gonna have some fun tonight,” he said while gently tugging your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

As embarrassing as it was, J always had better style than you. He knew how to dress to impress. If you had it your way you would wear leggings or jeans all day every day but unfortunately for you that wouldn’t cut it with him.

“J can you help me pick what to wear? You know i’m no good at this,” you pleaded. He nodded and pulled out a few articles of clothing for you. He picked out a lace, high neck body suit with and open back, a fairly short pencil skirt, and black pumps.

“There, put this on and let’s go baby.” You threw on the outfit and put on some simple makeup including eyeliner and some dark red lipsticks. You had to hand it to yourself, when you tried you looked damn good. You bounced down the stairs and headed out to the back where J had pulled the lambo around.

“Mmm baby girl, the things I would do to you,” he whispered seductively in your ear from behind you as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. You grinned and turned around placing your hands on his chest.

“Well that sucks baby because you said you would help me study! And when I say study I mean actually study, not fuck on my desk and call it educational,” you chuckled to yourself.

“I could teach you some things baby girl,” he said as he dropped his left eyelid in to a wink. You giggled and headed off towards the passenger side of his shiny new car.

Driving with J was always thrilling, the wild chases, the disobedience, no acknowledgement of the law, it made your heart race. You liked going out with him for sure but tonight was the exception, you really needed to pass.

“We can’t stay out very long. The test is tomorrow and I don’t think you understand how badly I need to pass,” you pleaded. He let out a groan as he rolled his neck.

“Fine. We’ve got business to take care of though so please darling, be patient for daddy,” he replied. You pulled up to the club and hopped out as J pulled around back, hiding the view to his shiny toy. Once he reached you he pulled you in close to his side and walked in to his domain with an aura of confidence and something else that elicited terror from everyone in the room, apart from you and Frost of course. A big burly man walked in to the private area where you and J sat and reached down to shake the green haired man’s hand.

“Nah, he don’t shake hands. Sit down, have a drink,” Johnny ordered. He nodded and took a seat in front of J, wary of every one of his moves in hopes that this wouldn’t be his last night.

“On behalf of everyone involved Mr. J, we thank you for your business. You’re making you some good money, and you’re making us good money. It’s been a pleasure doin’ business.” His thick Brooklyn accent sounded throughout the small room. J looked the man directly in the eyes with a menacing glare before throwing his head back and laughing his infamous, maniacal laugh.

“Now Tommy boy, are ya sweet talkin’ me? Trying to get on my good side? Butterin’ me up for a good time?” His voice got a tad higher with every question. The man sat in front of your boyfriend looked scared for his life.

“Nah man, just lettin’ you know how we all feelin’,” the man responded. He kept his cool, props to him, you thought to yourself. J’s face fell serious again.

“Then do ya wanna explain why we’re missing ten grand from your shipment?” The man’s face dropped, completely stumped as to what to say.

“That’s not possible. Counted it all myself,” he answered calmly with a tinge of precaution in his voice.

“J you know that we’re not short money, please just let him go tonight, I can’t be distracted,” you whispered in his ear, a weak attempt to extend the life of the terrified man in front of you. He rolled his neck and sneered, gripping his gold cane.

“Mmm,” he purred. “Must have been one of my boys. Please, good man, forgive me for my mistakes,” he said sarcastically with his usual flamboyance lacing his words.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him. He nodded and turned back to the Tommy fellow.

“You can go. I’ll follow up,” he stated briefly and turned away. Frost approached the table and gripped the man’s bicep, pulling him from his seat and showing him the way out. “You owe me so much princess,” he grumbled at you. You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you baby, means a lot,” you said back to him. He nodded and turned towards Frost. “How much longer do you think we’ll be?” you asked.

“You, my doll, are a very impatient little thing, have I ever told you that?” he said as he looked towards you. You chuckled and linked your arm through his. “Not much longer sweets. I’ve got one more meeting and then we can leave.” You smiled and leaned your head on his firm shoulder. “And no sweetheart, I won’t kill him. You’re welcome and you owe me,” he said seriously as he pulled you in to him.

After an hour of him bickering with a future prospect he kicked him out. You let out a long sigh of relief as you realized the night at the club had ended, finally. Your stretched your arms out and stood up.

“Time to go home,” you said excitedly. He nodded and grabbed his purple coat, pulling you towards the back door where the car was parked.

Eventually you got home and sat down at your lavish desk which was currently covered in books, papers, old excercises, everything that might even help. You flipped to the page where you left off and began reading each problem aloud.

“Doll, you want me to help. How do I help?” He questioned.

“Can you just read me these questions out loud to see if I answer them correctly?” He grunted and looked at the first problem.

“The function y= sin x and y= sin(x + a) = b, for constants a and b, are graphed in the standard, (x,y) coordinate plane below,” he paused to show you the picture of the graph on the page he was reading from. “The functions have the same maximum value. One of the following statements about the values of a and b are true. Which statement is it?” He concluded. He showed you the possible answers and gave you a minute to do the necessary work. After a while of working out the math problem you gave him and answer. “Congratulations doll, you got it right! Are we done now?” He complained. You felt bad for putting him through this so you just nodded and closed your books.

“Alright, let’s head to bed baby, long day tomorrow,” you said as you released a sigh.

“Thank God. You’ll do great doll, I know it.”

Thank you for helping me J, I love you,” you whispered in to his muscular chest as you layed down on the bed.

“I know princess, I know. And if he doesn’t give you a good mark, me and him are gonna have a little chat baby, don’t you worry about it. You shook your head and smiled, pulling the blankets up to cover your bare body and soon enough drifting in to the much needed deep sleep.


(How to Change a Fuqboi- between the lines)

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: @baekinacupoftae

Ok so I’ve read the fboi series… THEY WERE LIT despite being frustrating bc why the cliffhangers? u make me wanna cri. Nah, jk. But if you do have time, a sequel/closure would be nice. Only if you want to :) *whispers (especially Taehyung’s)

A/N: So! I have officially made a fan theory for my own story! Does that make me conceited? 🤔 or just a proud author? 😂 Haha~ This story comes from an “all one main character” timeline/theory for the Fuqboi series. I also included Jackson cuz why not? 😉 enjoy and as always, make sure to pay attention to details 💖

Originally posted by bangtanupdate

The light sprinkle of spring rain had ceased a few hours ago, but the damp smell still floats into your olfactory system with a vengeance, especially as you walk out of the department store for the last time, clutching your coat tighter around your frame. Thankfully, Namjoon hadn’t been scheduled to work today, so you were able to clean out your locker in peace.

Submitting your two weeks notice had been easier than you thought, especially with the excuse of “I’ve decided to focus on school” sitting on the tip of your tongue. It wasn’t a lie. You’ll be transferring to a different university this fall, but now you’re completely free.

Free to do what? Besides spend more time on campus, you aren’t exactly sure. Forget Namjoon? Yes. And his petty, disgusting denial of his true, selfish identity. Forget Yoongi? Yes. He was only a one time mistake you made because you were so desperate to get away from…


The name sends a wave of nausea through you, forcing your body to double over as you reach your car. You swallow hard around the urge to dry heave, refusing to cry. Still, the memory strikes you hard like a punch.

You tapped your pencil against the surface of your desk, trying to concentrate.

Annotating poems was one of your least favorite things, but your literature class demanded it, so annotate you would. Maybe.

The loud buzz of the dryer gave you just the excuse you needed to abandon the task momentarily. With too much enthusiasm, you emptied it of its contents, suddenly deciding that pristinely folded clothes were a top priority.

This load of laundry had been a mix of yours and Tae’s. The two of you shared a hamper, after all, and the duty to empty it out often fell on you- not that you minded. Living at his parents’ house rent free was compensation enough.

As you made your way through the pleasantly warm pile, something unexpected made you stop.

A pair of lacy red panties.

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pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: none, this is just pure humor/fluff??

summary: You make friends at a party, but his intentions aren’t quite what you and Lin expected.

No one requested this, but it happened to my friend and the idea was too good to pass up! I’m working on the requests I swear, it’s just that I’m a true Angst Queen who finds it difficult to write fluff. Here’s your gift for 300 <3

words: 1,513

“Want a drink?” You smile as the boy - Ethan? Evan? You were pretty sure it was Evan, but the music was so loud when he introduced himself that you couldn’t quite hear - handed you a cup.

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied, earning a matching smile from him. You took a swig, gagging slightly as the vodka hit the back of your throat.

“The alcohol in these parties are god-awful,” you said, coughing. He laughed, and you laughed too, and you leaned back on the wall as he moved closer to you.

He nodded at the party raging on in front of you. “What do you think?”

“Not bad,” you allowed. You would’ve preferred to be in your dorm, snuggled up in bed with Lin watching Netflix, but this wasn’t so bad for a college party. The people were cool enough, and the music was not terrible. “Parties aren’t really my scene.”

Evan raised an eyebrow, a smile quirking up the side of his lips. “Pretty girl like you should feel right at home in parties, with boys swooning over you and all.”

You looked at him, unsure whether you should laugh or not, and decided to shrug.

“Was that awkward? Sorry,” he laughed softly, running a hand through his hair.

When he first approached you, you didn’t really pay much attention because your head kept comparing every guy to a certain scruffy Puerto Rican face that belonged to your boyfriend. But Evan really was cute, with tangled blond hair, round glasses and soft-looking skin.

“You’re in track, aren’t you? I go down to the stadium once in a while to clear my head,” you said, finally recognizing his face.

He looked slightly embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, yeah, I’m not very good at it though,” he admitted, biting his lip.

You laughed. “Still better than me. I’m a consistent C in PE since high school.”

There was a pause, and he grinned, relaxing into himself, sliding his hands into his pockets. He watched as a guy from the distance shouted your name and waved at you. You smiled, waving back at him, which caused him to whoop excitedly and cheer.

“As I mentioned previously, boys swooning over you,” Evan smiled, looking amused.

“Ha. No, he’s from one of my classes and I help him out a lot.”

“Oh, what are you studying?”

This was a topic that you were a lot more comfortable with. “Biomedical engineering. You?”

“English Lit,” he said. Your eyes lit up.

“That sounds really cool.” You were so tempted to take English Lit, thinking it would finally satisfy your constant desire to read. But then your mom bought you a book about biomedicine, and you were a goner.

“It is, but it also probably means I’m going to be stuck working at the cafe for the rest of my life,” he said with a self-deprecating smile.

Your interest was piqued. “You work at the campus cafe?”

“Yeah. The very best.”

“My boyfriend goes there every day.”

He leaned back against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

You smiled, just thinking about Lin making you happier. You lost him when he said he was going to get more drinks, but then Evan appeared and you momentarily forgot about Lin. “Yeah. His blood runs on coffee. And he’s in love with your quiche, he said he would turn vegetarian if all vegetables tasted like your spinach quiche.”

He laughed and took a sip. “Everyone does love the quiche.” He leaned closer to you. “Is he here, your boyfriend?”

“Yeah, actually. He went to refill our drinks and meet me here.” You scanned the room to look for Lin.

“Guess I beat him to it,” Evan said, smirking. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You turned to him, frowning. “Yeah. Guess you did.”

He looked at you for a long moment. “So are you gonna introduce me to him?” You stared at him, and he gave you a sweet, angelic smile.

You scanned the room again, losing track of whatever Evan was doing for a moment. You located Lin, standing across the room wearing his denim jacket and a frown. You caught his eye and waved, thinking he would brighten once he saw you. Instead, his expression turned stormy and his eyes turned a stony black.

You walked over to him, Evan standing very close to you like a knight to your princess.

Evan followed your gaze, spotting Lin in the crowd and audibly gasped. His light touch on your arm faltered, and he muttered, “No way.”

Once you reached Lin, you slid under his arm and nestled into his arm seamlessly, without him even looking at you. His eyes were laser focused on Evan, who was openly staring with his jaw slack. You were surprised Evan didn’t wither under the dark gaze Lin was looking at him with. You squeezed Lin’s hand reassuringly, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease.

“Hey, I’m Lin,” he finally said, his voice a shade of you’re-not-worth-my-time. “I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

Evan’s eyes flitted from Lin, to you, and then to Lin again. Evan seemed to be at a loss for words, deciding to stick his hands into his pockets and stare at the ground.

“This is Evan,” you said, feeling sorry for Evan who looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. Lin could be absolutely terrifying when he was angry, especially when his eyes turned cold and dark. “He’s an English Lit major.” Lin was just as much of a book nerd as you were, maybe this would win him over a little.

Lin tilted his head, still with the same expressionless gaze. “Sounds interesting.”

Okay, something else. “He works at the campus cafe!” you added happily.

“Campus cafe?” he asked, distracted.

“Yeah. The one with the quiche that you like?”

His gaze softened and he gave a small genuine smile. “I love it there.”

Evan finally recovered his voice. “Yeah, I - uh, I’ve seen you a few times,” he said, his voice trembling. You weren’t sure why, but it looked like Evan was blushing.

“Hey, you gave me a free coffee last week!” Lin’s expression finally cleared, and he flashed his trademark megawatt smile. Evan blinked like he was staring at the Sun, which happened a lot whenever Lin smiled like that.

“It must be nice to work there,” Lin said, his tight grip on you loosening.

“It is, I meet a lot of amazing people,” Evan stammered, taking a big gulp from his drink and slamming it down on the nearest table before blurting out. “Like you. Although I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Lin stiffened, obviously taken aback. You looked between him and Evan with wide eyes, finally understanding all the blushing and the tongue-tiedness.

“Oh,” Lin said soflty,

Evan realized what he said and quickly put on his angelic smile again, putting his dimples on show. “(Y/N) mentioned that her boyfriend got coffee from the cafe every morning and loved the spinach quiche, and I was hoping it wasn’t you, but.” He shrugged, giving a ‘what can you do?’ laugh. “I don’t even know why I just told you that, it really is embarrassing, admitting I’ve had a crush on you for an entire year.”

Lin blinked. “You–”

“DId I just say that out loud?” Evan winced.

“Must be the alcohol,” you said, completely dumbfounded with the sudden turn in situation.

Evan smiled, this time a soft and relaxed one. “Maybe. Anyway, I hope this won’t stop you from coming to the cafe?”

Lin still looked thoroughly surprised, but he managed a laugh. “I don’t live if I don’t get my morning coffee. And I do love the spinach quiche.”

Evan grinned and looked between you and Lin again before deciding to reach for your hand and kiss it. “It was a pleasure to meet you. You’re a very lucky girl.”

“I am,” you agreed, completely sincere. Lin smiled at you, then at Evan.

“It was nice to finally talk to you, although I’m probably going to lock myself in my room tomorrow wondering why the hell I just admitted all those things,” he said.

Lin smiled. “Don’t do that. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Evan nodded. “Your coffee will be waiting. Not on the house this time, though.” Lin laughed, and Evan waved before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you and Lin standing together in a stunned silence.

“That was unexpected,” you announced, turning around to face him.

He spinned to face you and ran his hands up and down your arms, looking mortified. “I thought he was flirting with you. I was about to murder him, you looked like you were into him-”

“That’s adorable,” you said, grinning and pulling him closer to you. “Looks like you’re more obtuse than I am.”

“I am not!” he said indignantly.

“He’s been flirting with you for an entire year and you never noticed?” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and put his arms around you so that your forehead rested on his chest. “Shut up.”