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Elevators- Leafyishere Imagine

In which Calvin keeps running into (Y/N) on the apartment building elevator.

Originally posted by leafybeefy

A/N: Hello, I enjoy writing sub par fanfiction on my free time! Haha, anyway this is my first time writing a “person x reader” fic, and my first imagine I’ve written in a reallllllyyyyy long time so hopefully it isn’t that bad. Enjoy!   

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2. “Is there a reason you’re smelling me so much?”


“Hmm? Yes, Hajime?” Tooru lifts his head from where it lay in his omega’s lap and smiles down at Hajime. 

“Is there a reason you’re smelling me so much?” 

“Nope!” Tooru plops back down onto Hajime’s lap, and nuzzles his nose into his thigh. “Is there something you want to tell me, though, love?” 

Hajime freezes. Shit. He noticed. “No.” 

Tooru whines. “Ha-ji-me~!” 

“Ok, ok, I’m pregnant!” 

Tooru freezes before sitting up. “What?!” 

“I’m pregnant, you guessed right, that’s why I smell different.” 

“I just thought you had Thai food without me!” Tooru near yells. He pulls Hajime into his arms. “You’re pregnant! You– We’re gonna be parents!” 

“Yeah. And now you have me wanting Thai. Go get me some?” 

“Of course! Anything for my babies!” 

Tooru hops up and rushes out the door with a quick “Love you Ha-chan!” and Hajime is left to his own thoughts. A minute later, Tooru comes back and grabs his wallet, and Hajime is left to shake his head at his alpha. He hopes their pups are smarter than their papa. 



Party Hats and Complications

(New Years Eve: approximately three months later)

        I stood with Maven at the little party he had thrown together a few days ago. I sipped my champagne halfheartedly, and tried to not think about how bored I was. I’d let Maven drag me to this thing after hearing that most of our class would be at it. In the end, it was mostly just people he knew. I felt like his arm candy as I stood off to the side, watching him converse with everyone in the upper elite. The music was terrible, and the food was disgusting. The only good thing that seemed to be coming out of the party was the alcohol, which there was not nearly enough of.

        Maven glanced at me across the way, and then waved me over. I tried to keep from groaning as I crossed the living room of his brother’s apartment. Maven had used the place for his little party, since his brother was supposedly spending New Years at their family’s house, helping their father host some event or another. I figured Maven would have been there with them, but his mother had told him that it was a perfect idea for him to build his own little circle of friends. More like minions, I thought bitterly as I approached Maven and his ring of friends. I had met his family twice now, his father once, and his mother the other time. Both times they had looked at me with barely hidden disgust, and had then moved on. I hadn’t seen Cal since that weekend at the beginning of November. I hadn’t bothered to text him, or so much as call him since then. His text had sat in my phone though, and I didn’t dare tell anyone that sometimes, I sat awake at night, staring at that text, thinking about texting him.

        I stepped up next to Maven who wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said, “Mare, this is Sonya Iral. You two have math together don’t you?”

        I glanced at the girl before me, and then nodded. She looked me over and then said, “You were the girl who showed up on the day of the midterm without knowing about it.”

        Her friends snickered around her, and I tensed before pretending to laugh with them. “Definitely not my finest moment.” I said as I went to take another drink from my champagne. Maven pulled it out of my hand though and set it aside before saying, “I think you’ve had enough Mare.”

        I glared at him, but he smiled softly at me, and then said, “Why don’t you go get some water?”

        Pulling away from him, I stomped into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get myself some. While I was, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down at my pocket in surprise and then setting the water pitcher down, I pulled my phone out. The screen was lit up with a message and I felt my stomach plunge into my hips when I saw who it was from. I opened the message and read the single text, the one I thought I would never receive from him again. It was a simple, one line, asking: What are you doing tonight?

        I leaned back and glanced through the doorway at Maven and the rest of the party before looking back at my phone. I chewed on my lip for second and then stealing myself, I typed a response. You’re brother’s party at your apartment.

        There was no response for a solid minute, and when it came, I inhaled sharply.

        What?! He didn’t tell me he was having it there! How many people are there?

        My stomach churned as I realized I had probably just thrown Maven under the bus. Swallowing, I realized that I left my phone messages on read, which meant that he knew I had seen the message and that I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t see it. I gripped my phone tightly and then replied.

        It’s really boring, maybe ten people at most. Your stuff is fine, Maven’s doing a good job of keeping it under control.

        He didn’t respond after that, but I saw the message thing for a few seconds, like he was typing something and then changed him mind. With a shrug, I pocketed my phone again and then went back to getting myself water.

        I walked back into the living room, and sank down on the couch then, nursing my water slowly. I watched Maven as he continued to speak with people, laughing, completely unaware that his brother was probably going to kick his ass for doing this without his permission. My phone buzzed again, and I frowned as I fished it out of my pocket once more. Another message from Cal. This time, not as angry, maybe even teasing.

        Need someone to rescue you?

        My heart hammered in my chest, and then glancing at Maven one more time before I replied, I watched him smirk at Sonya who giggled and took a drink from her champagne. I pursed my lips and then replied.


        There was no response, no bubble popping up that would tell me if he was responding, no read at sign either. I felt the disappointment before I could process it. Cursing myself I shoved my phone away and grumbled, “He wouldn’t come anyway.”

        I sat on the couch for another half hour, trying to ignore how bored I  was. Maven hadn’t been paying much attention to me, and I didn’t mind. It wasn’t like this was really a date or anything.

        The door into the apartment slammed shut, and everyone froze. Maven flipped around, and I straightened up on the couch as I craned my neck to see what was going on. Cal appeared in the doorway then, dressed in a nice sweater and a pair of jeans. Maven glanced at him in surprise and then glanced around at all the people present. He swallowed visibly and then said, “It’s not what it looks like.”

        “No, you know what it looks like? Like you’re in my apartment with alcohol. Do you have any idea how much shit I would get into if one of them gets into an accident and they tell the police where they got the alcohol from?”

        Maven purses his lips and then replies “No one’s drinking that much…”

        “Out, everyone out now.” He spits, and they don’t need to be told twice. They all flee, and I watch as Maven watches them, his mouth hanging open. He glares at his brother then and spits, “What the hell! This was going perfectly before you showed up.”

        “Then go chase after them, go enjoy tonight, but don’t do it in my apartment.” Cal spit. Maven sneered and then stormed by me. He grabbed his jacket and then glared at his brother before leaving. The apartment door slammed behind him, and then it was just the two of us. Cal was watching the door though, like Maven might come back through. When nothing happens, he turns to look at me, and raising my brow at him I say, “My God you’re dramatic.”

        He throws his head back and laughs before coming to stand in front of me. I look up at him and then say, “There’s champagne still sitting around, if you’re interested.”

        He snorts and then turns and collapses on the couch. I smirk at him and then ask, “Was I supposed to leave too?”

        He glances at me, and then replies, “Not unless you want to. I figured Maven was going to grab you or something. You two are practically dating now.”

        “Your brother and I are not dating.” I enunciate each word as I down the rest of my water and slam the glass on the table. Cal watches me for a moment then and says, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

        I purse my lips and then sit back into the couch with my arms crossed. I try to ignore his last comment, deciding that it was far too vague and insinuating for my taste. We hadn’t even talked since that day that he drove me home and it had been months.

        “Why did you text me? I thought the number was for emergencies?” I grumble, and he blinks stupidly for a moment. With a shrug though, he replies causally, “It was an emergency, you were bored, and so was I. I classify that as a death con 3 emergency.”

        I tried to hide my smile, but it still squeaked through, and he saw it. He smirked at me, but when I looked back at him, I narrowed my eyes and said, “Yeah, well now there’s no party, I have no ride home, my family’s out having dinner, and I’m still bored.”

        His smile fell quickly, and he sank back into the couch before saying, “True, I didn’t really think about that part.”

        “Well done genius.” I reply. He glances out the window at the freshly falling snow, and then says, “There’s a party store down the street.”

        “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

        “We could wear party hats. Or if you really want, I’ll take you to Times Square for the ball drop.”

        I roll my eyes at his suggestions and then say, “Party hats? What are you ten? And honestly, it’s buttass freezing outside, I’m not going to Times Square and freezing my ass off for four more hours just to watch some dumb ball drop.”

        He shrugs again, and then looks at the black screen of the TV. I follow his eyes, and we sit in silence for ten minutes. Eventually though, my stomach growls, demanding food, and I shift uncomfortably before saying, “There’s a great Thai place down the street though. We could get Thai food… and your stupid party hats… and then come back here?”
        He doesn’t bother to hide his smile as he gets up from the couch and grabs my arm to drag me with him. Before I know it, he’s throwing one of his sweatshirts at me, and then dragging me down the hall, down the stairs, and finally outside.


        Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting on his couch again, boxes of Thai food in front of us. He changed out of his sweater and into a plain white shirt, and offered me a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I took them, grateful to be out of my sweater and jeans. They were seven sizes too big though, and I spent more time hiking up the pants than I did wearing them. They were comfortable though, and honestly, I was slightly intoxicated by the smell of his soap and cologne on them.

        I point my chopsticks at the TV and then asked, “Do you think she’s found the fountain of youth, because I swear to God that woman has looked the same age since I was six.”

        The anchor woman I was talking about gestures dramatically to the massive crowd behind her, and then holds out the microphone to a man so that he can say something into it. Cal shrugs and then setting his box down he says, “I honestly couldn’t tell you. But it’s either magic or cosmetics.”

        I snickered and then took another bit of my chicken. I stretched my legs out so that they rested in his lap, and then asked, “How come you live here alone? Why not live on campus or in your house?”

        He picks at a thread on the hem of the pants I’m wearing and then says, “I like being here, I like being able to get away from everything.”

        We fall to silence again, me eating my food, and him just playing with the hem of the pants. I glance up when his fingers brush my skin softly and then ask, “What are you doing?”

        “Hm?” He murmurs absentmindedly as he shifts his fingers so that they don’t brush my skin anymore. I wiggle down more and then ask, “Why did you text me though, for real?”
        He frowns at my legs and then replies, “Because I was lonely, and I just wanted someone I could talk to I guess.”

        “Oh,” I say lamely, and then go back to my food. There is still three hours until midnight, but I don’t feel like asking Cal to drive me home just yet. I’m comfortable on this couch, with him, with everything, so far. He glances up at me and then asks, “Why did you let me have your number, you didn’t really know me.”

        It was my turn to shrug, and when I reply it’s in the same soft whisper that he used. “To tell you the truth, I wanted to see you again.”

        His eyes flicker to mine for a moment before he turns them back to the TV. We sit in silence again, until he clears his throat and says, “I’m gonna break out the party hats now, and we’re going to play some old fashioned card games until the ball drops.”

        “Cal-“ He gets up before I can say anything else, and I set my food down on the coffee table before setting my head in my hand and massaging the bridge of my nose. This was getting complicated very fast. I didn’t want that though, I just wanted everything to work out. Cal came back before I could put my thoughts together though and with a smile he handed me an old paper party hat with a string so that it could be worn. I slowly slipped it on my head and then snickered when he had trouble getting it on his own.

        “This is what I get for being so arrogant.” He grumbles as he tries to maneuver it on. In the end, he just wore it on his forehead, so he looked like a pouting unicorn. I tried so hard not to laugh at it, but I couldn’t hold it in, and we both laughed about it in the end.

        Three hours later, we’re still sitting on his couch, empty ice cream bowls as well as Thai boxes are scattered on the table in front of us, and I lean back into his chest, content to just fall asleep there. He sets his chin on top of my head and we watch as the numbers on the TV clock start to count down.

        At ten, Cal shifts and I glance up at him curiously. His eyes bore into mine from nine to seven. From six to five, I inhale softly, and from five to four, I exhale. From four to three, he leans close. From three to two, I close my eyes, and make a wish. Finally, his lips press against mine, soft and careful, and yet passionate all the same. Outside, I can hear the fireworks going off in Central Park, and I can hear the people on their balconies screaming and cheering. But those sounds fade into the background as I slowly turn, pulling my lips away from Cal’s for a fraction of a second. His eyes flutter open, only to close again, as I roll my forehead against his and then slowly straddle him. I thread my fingers though his hair and pull him back up to my lips. He grabs fistfuls of the sweatshirt I’m wearing and murmurs against my lips, “Happy New Year.”

        I smirk and then press a light kiss against his nose, whispering, “Happy New Year to you too.”

        His lips are on mine then, hard and warm, needing, but not desperate. He seemed to be taking his time too, like he’s enjoying this. His teeth nip my lower lip softly and I growl happily before he pulls away and whispers, “Things just got very complicated.”

        I rolled my eyes and pushed his hair out of his face. Slowly I lowered my lips back to his and then replied, “I don’t mind, I happen to like complicated.” My lips enclose his again, and this time I let myself enjoy every second of it.



I can’t help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lily is quiet for a moment before she says, “I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”
I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.
I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won’t crumble beneath the pain?
She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.

Happy birthday to the lovely and amazing Thai! @lilycolloway