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Requested by @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

The rest of the team hadn’t gotten to the Brew Pub yet, so it was just you and Hardison in the back room getting ready for the con. You had been there since 6 AM because you couldn’t sleep, and Nate had called saying that you had a job. It was now 9 AM and you had already drunk 4 cups of coffee. The Brew Pub had the best coffee in all of Portland, as far as you were concerned. You were working on your fifth cup when you looked up and saw Hardison staring at you.

“What?” You asked, the word rushing out of your mouth faster than you were used to.

“You’re practically vibrating.” Hardison looked vaguely concerned. “How many cups of coffee is that?” He nodded to the mug you had in your hand.

“I’m not sure, I stopped counting after 3. 5 maybe?” Hardison sighed and shook his head. He got up and tried to take the mug out of your hands.
“That’s too many, you’re going to be bouncing off the walls and you know how Nate gets when you do that.” You rolled your eyes and let him take the half-empty mug from you. He turned to go back to his computers, which were currently running down information on the latest mark. Once his back was to you, he took a quick sip of your coffee, just to pick him up. Not two minutes later, you walked over to his workstation and pulled up a chair next to him. You were watching the computer screens intently. You draped your arm across his shoulder and leaned on him, trying to figure out what the computers were doing. Just for a second, Alec relished the closeness of the two of you before he remembered that Nate would be there any second and he was only halfway done compiling information. He carefully lifted your arm and gave it back to you.

“Babe, you know I love you, but it’s impossible for me to concentrate while you’re bouncing off the walls.” You sighed, dejectedly and leaned back in your chair, not stopping your leg from bouncing. Every minute or so, Alec would glance over and you’d be doing something crazy, like trying to do a handstand on your desk. He’d quickly rush over and stop you before going back to his work.

After a while, he realized that there was no stopping you from interrupting his work, so he decided that the information he had would be enough and he turned his full attention onto you. You smiled back at him, feigning innocence. He rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, can I get some eggs and bacon and a glass of water?” He asked one of the cooks, who nodded and got to work. Alec walked back into the back room and tried to get you to calm down just a little bit.
“But I want to run for like, days,” you whined. He only rolled his eyes and tried once again to get you to sit down. Then the cook walked in with the plate of food and glass of water.
“Thanks, man.” He said, before turning to you. “You gotta eat, get something in you so you’re not like this when Nate gets back.” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you began to eat. The food at the Brew Pub was only seconded by Eliot’s cooking, but it was still delicious. You downed the glass of water, and shoveled the food into your mouth. Once you were done, you felt lethargic. You threw yourself back down on the couch next to Alec, who had been watching you this whole time. You leaned against him and he put his arms around you.

“Better?” He asked, knowing full well that you were no longer hyped up on caffeine.

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t want to run laps around the Brew Pub anymore.” You said, making Alec laugh. It was then that Nate and Sophie entered with Eliot and Parker in tow.
“Just in time, too,” Hardison whispered into your ear. Nate hated it when Parker ate so much chocolate that she bounced off the walls, and when you drank so much coffee you couldn’t contain your energy.

“Ready, Hardison?” Nate asked, gesturing to the TVs. Alec gave you one last knowing smile before mirroring his laptop onto the TVs and debriefing.

Bad for you.

Your body laying on the soft matress , tight jean melting against your curves perfectly , your black lace bra and the smeel of weed in the room , the smoke in your delicious mouth , the way she comes out of your thin pink lips.

His black ruffled hair going down in eyes now red by the drugs , his naked torso going up and down at each time he smokes the marijuana , ripped jean , his hand on your waist leaning against the wall.

i can’t do anything without you
I can’t do anything
You make me crazy but I love you.

The song into this small room playing as usual , a big windows beside the bed , light hanging around her , poster and picture on the wall , from Nirvana to Skaters. Memories everywhere , From your friend to you too.

You used to live like this since a lot of times now , money made by some music he did make , and you were just selling drugs.

You turn to face him sitting on his lap , you take a puff on your joint then lean to kiss him , when you pull away he expires the smoke who were in yours before. You look at him with passion as always , he looks so precious.

“Why you still with me , look who bad i tranformed you”
“Well let just say that I like to be bad for you Yoongi.”


lotsa yellow because today I was feeling the happiness inside me

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.