Beach Day (HangmanxF!Reader)

Beach Day (HangmanxF!Reader)

Summary: F!reader’s asthma is flaring up at the beach and Jake is being a worried mother-hen.

A/N: I was working on this before I received the prompt: Hangman takes care of the person of your choice.  But this fits that prompt perfectly!  Let me know if I should also post this on Ao3!

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,254

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Left at the Altar - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / (Ex-Girlfriend) Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Light Angst; Drama; Getting Left at the Altar (Not by Hangman); Asshole Ex (Not Hangman); Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Description for the Reader

Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Ever hit rock bottom? Well, you thought you did. And then you got stood up at your own wedding.

Staring up at the altar, you slowly sat down in the front pew. You sat your bouquet down beside you and reached up to pull out the pins holding your veil in place. You definitely weren’t going to need them. Not after the text message that you received from your ex-fiancé.

That’s right. You got dumped on your wedding day through a text message.

And frankly, the part about the whole situation that annoyed you the most was the fact that you should have been the one to dump him. You were the one who threatened to call the wedding off months ago when you found some suspicious text messages between your fiancé and a woman labelled as ‘Domino’s’ in his phone.

As if anyone texted Domino’s about their secluded lake house.

You should have just pulled the plug on the whole thing when you had the chance. Instead, you let him dump and humiliate you publicly.

Taking a deep breath, you glanced around the small church. Most of the guests filed out when it became apparent that there was a runaway groom. All of the people that remained in the church were a few close friends and immediate family members.

Your ex-fiancé’s family stood awkwardly in the corner, not really sure what to do. There wasn’t a really good or efficient way to apologize for their cowardly bastard of a son without suffering some rather intense glares from your family and friends. You already gave the engagement ring back to your ex-fiancé’s mom, since it was supposedly a family heirloom.

Maybe you should have just flushed it down the toilet instead.

You looked forward again when your mom walked over to you. She gave you a small, comforting smile as she pushed your veil and bouquet to the side and sat down beside you. Your mom stared up at the altar for a moment, seemingly walking through what she was going to say to you. She reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“It’ll be okay, sweetie,” she whispered to you. “You’ll get past this.”

“I know,” you replied, nodding slowly. “I know, Mom.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No,” you replied softly, shaking your head. Letting out a breath, you turned back to your mom with a composed expression. “Why don’t you and everyone else go and eat at the venue? It’d be stupid to let all of that food go to waste. We already paid for it.”

“Actually, his family offered to pay for everything. Even your dress,” your mom explained, glancing over at your supposed-to-be in laws. “They were extremely embarrassed.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you drawled sarcastically, shaking your head. You let out a breath before you turned back to your mom. “Has Dad calmed down?”

“Somewhat. He calmed down a lot when they offered to pay for everything. But I worry for your ex if he ever crosses paths with your father again.”

“If he’s smart—which he’s not—he’ll avoid the entire county,” you replied, pursing your lips together. “He’s probably sitting at his lake house with ‘Domino’s’ right now.”

“That’s unfortunate for him,” your mom told you, causing you to nod in return.

“Damn straight.”

You and your mom shared a small smile before you sobered up for a moment. Glancing around the church, you leaned back in your pew. You turned to your mom and suddenly felt like you were a teenager again and needed her to help you with a situation that you got yourself in.

“Do you think that I could be alone for a bit?” you asked softly, folding your arms across your lap.

“Are you sure? I don’t think that you should be alone right now, sweetheart,” your mom replied, grabbing your hand. “Why don’t you just come to the venue with the rest of us? You can burn the dress if you want to, but just come with us.”

“I will, Mom, but I just need some time by myself for a little bit.”

Albeit reluctantly, your mom got up and ushered everyone else out of the church to give you some time alone. The venue was only ten minutes down the road, so your mom told you to just text her when you wanted to be picked up. You thanked her again for all of her help and support before she left with everyone else.

You slowly got to your feet after you thought that everyone else was gone. You let out a breath to calm yourself down and simply worked through some thoughts. Eventually turning for the aisle, you paused when you spotted a familiar figure walking through the church doorway.

Jake Seresin. Or Jacob Michael Seresin III, if you were going by his birth name. Or Hangman, as he supposedly went by these days. Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

The boy that you fell in love with when you were fifteen. Your high school boyfriend, your first love, your first everything, really. The man that, had he stayed in Texas and taken over his family’s business like he was expected to do, you probably would have already married.

But life wasn’t a fairytale. And certainly not your life.

Jake slowly walked further into the church, pulling off his dress white cap as he stepped forward. He tucked it under his arm and offered you a small smile as he stopped in front of you. His hair was perfectly gelled and styled and his dress whites were absolutely pristine. And that genuine smile, the one that he seemed to use less and less as he aged, was just like you remembered.

He looked like he stepped straight out of a dream. Out of your dream.

“I’m not too late, am I?” he asked, looking around the otherwise empty church.

“No,” you scoffed, shaking your head. You glanced up at the rafters before turning back to him. “I got left at the altar.”

Instantly, the kind, genuine smile dropped from Jake’s face. His whole demeanor changed in an instant. He frowned and opened his mouth before pausing, most likely trying to not just blurt out the first words that came to mind in a church. But his entire stance looked like he was ready to storm out of the church to drag your fiancé out of whatever hole he was hiding in.

“He didn’t show up?” Jake asked with his voice dangerously low.

“No, he sent me a text,” you explained quietly. Letting out a laugh that was meant to be humorous, but was really rather pathetic in reality, you looked away from Jake for a moment. “I mean, at least I didn’t marry him. It could be worse.”

“Where is he then?”

“Somewhere, anywhere,” you replied honestly, pursing your lips together. “Frankly, I never want to see him or hear his name ever again, so I could care less.”

“Still, he shouldn’t get away with doing this to you,” Jake stated seriously.

It had a level of force behind it that you knew wasn’t directed towards you. More like on your behalf than anything else.

Hell, Jake had always been protective over you and more than willing to fight for you. He wasn’t someone who kept a lot of close friends, but when anyone was within Jake Seresin’s inner circle, he would fight for them with everything that he had. And you knew that the state of your relationship didn’t impact that.

“He’s not worth the trouble,” you stated, waving your hand to the side. “And besides, I’d really just like to move on from all of this. If I can.”

“Of course, you can,” Jake spoke softly, reaching out to take your hand. “He’s just a . . . I can’t say the word that I want to say because we’re standing in a church.” You laughed and shook your head at Jake. “But either way, it’s his loss.”

“Thanks Jake.”

“I’m serious. I mean, any guy who looks at you, especially when you’re in that dress . . .” Jake trailed off, letting his eyes rake over your form, “. . . and doesn’t hope to be the guy standing there, waiting for you at the altar . . . he’s not worth your time.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest, just like it used to whenever he would wave to you in the hallway between classes when you two were teenagers. And staring into Jake’s bright green eyes, you knew that he meant every word that he spoke. Rocking your joined hands back and forth, you tried to settle the wobble in your lips.

“I didn’t want it to be him,” you stated honestly, causing Jake to noticeably pick his head up. “He . . . I gave into the pressure that I should be married and moving into that stage of my life by now and . . . I should have never agreed to marry him in the first place.”

Jake nodded slowly and turned to look at the ground. A moment passed where he seemed to be trying to compose himself before he slowly picked his head up again.

“Who did you want it to be?” Jake asked softly, so softly that you didn’t hear it the first time.

“What?”

“Who did you want it to be?” he repeated, picking his head up and staring deeply into your eyes. “Waiting for you at the altar, I mean.”

Your breathing subtly picked up and your lips parted a bit at Jake’s question. And the intensity of his stare that made your entire body feel like it was on fire. Slowly and tentatively reaching out, you gently cupped Jake’s cheek with your hand and rubbed your thumb across his soft skin.

“My answer hasn’t changed,” you stated quietly as emotion started to clog your throat. “It never has.”

The two of you naturally leaned towards each other. Your bodies seemed to naturally fit together as you pressed up together. The two of you slowly leaned in until your foreheads rested together. And when he was standing this close, you could pick out all of the different colors in his eyes, which were staring down at your lips.

Gently cupping the back of your neck, Jake pulled you in for a soft kiss. Your lips moved together like they had never been parted in the first place. Not by school or deployments or life in general. For much of your adult lives, the issue was never your feelings for each other but everything else getting in the way. But right there, in that small little church in rural Texas, life wasn’t in the way.

Nothing and no one were in the way. Not anymore.

Jake dropped his hat and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and cupped his cheek once again, guiding your lips together. It probably would have gotten you disapproving looks if anyone else was around, but for that perfect little moment, it was just the two of you.

Pulling away a few moments later, you rested your foreheads against each other’s and smiled to yourselves. Breathing a bit heavily, you trailed your fingers down Jake’s cheeks as he brushed his nose against your own.

“When do you have to leave?” you asked quietly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Jake sighed, clearly sounding disappointed. “I could barely get any time off. I actually owe Coyote a laundry list of things because he covered for me.”

“Then we shouldn’t waste any time,” you replied, trying to look on the positive side.

About ten seconds later, you and Jake hurried out of the church hand-in-hand. Jake’s rented truck was the only car in the parking lot and you both quickly made a beeline for it. Jake unlocked and opened the door for you to climb inside. You sat down and Jake hurried to push the rest of your dress inside before shutting the door.

You pulled him in for another excited kiss as he slid into the driver’s seat before Jake started his rented truck to drive the two of you to the hotel. As Jake backed out of the parking lot, you sent your mom a quick text, which was just a simple photo of Jake.

“Do you have the directions to the hotel?” Jake asked, turning back around and heading for the road.

“Yeah and the confirmation, so we can actually check in,” you mused, smiling over at him.

As Jake pulled out onto the road, you got a text back from your mom. You let out an amused noise and shook your head when you read her message.

Don’t forget protection. Or do. I wouldn’t mind a grandbaby if you two agreed on one. Love you!

You sent your mom a quick ‘love you’ text back before turning off your notifications. Jake reached out and grabbed your hand, threading your fingers together. Jake pulled your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

And even though this wasn’t how you expected your wedding day to go, you had to admit that this outcome was actually far better than the one you that had in mind.

what if it was just a thursday?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1059

The plates are in the dishwasher, the oven is cooling down, and a fire is crackling away in the fireplace, radiating heat throughout the house. Your bare feet sink into the plush Oushak rug, and you relish the soft feeling of it. There are two mugs on the coffee table; your favourite and Hotch's favourite. Yours is a vintage one, something from the 70s with an orange floral pattern, kitsch but cute. Aaron's is utilitarian, a handmade brown mug with a little bit of texture. You vaguely remembered buying it at a farmer's market a few years ago, with a matching ashtray and spice canister.

You'd spent the afternoon gardening: sowing some poppy seeds along the treeline, planting broccoli and potatoes in the hopes that you could harvest them in the spring. Asparagus was Aaron's favourite, but someone at the plant barn had told you it might take two or three years to mature. You were sure that you'd forget about it if it was in the ground for that long.

"What's on your mind?" Aaron said softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Asparagus," You said dreamily. "I was thinking of growing some, but it takes forever."

"How was your day?" He asked. "Aside from the gardening."

"It was okay. I wish the weather was nicer," You sighed. "But no complaints. Things aren't too busy at work, which is good."

You reach slightly to intertwine your fingers with his, resting your hands over your shoulder. A contented smile comes over your face and you close your eyes to soak in the moment.

"How was yours?" You look over at him, and his heart sinks. There's an innocence in your eyes that's long since left his own. It's one of the things he loves about you, but it's something he's terrified might disappear.

"Do you really want to know?"

You nod. "I can take it."

He rests the side of his head against your own.

"JJ has been swamped, so we all pitched in for a few hours to sort through the cases. There were something like two hundred cases that have come over her desk in the past week-" Hotch pauses to sigh, running his fingers over his eyebrows.

"Whatever the Bureau is paying her, it's not enough. A lot of the time they'll include details, autopsy reports, photos. I can't imagine how much of it gets stuck in her head. So many of them are kids, or wives, or someone's father, someone's best friend."

"I'm sorry," You said quietly. "That's really hard."

You feel him shrug, rather than seeing it.

"Makes me really appreciate coming home to you," He murmured. "Makes me wish I could sit here and tell you about selling insurance."

You huff a laugh, and lean further into him. "I love you as you are."

"Yeah," He breathes. "I love you too. I wish it could just be a Thursday. No blood and guts, just a Thursday."

There's a comfortable silence for a few moments, both of you staring at the fireplace, the spontaneous patterns of the flames, occasional puffs of smoke.

You swing a leg over his lap, facing him, and tuck your head into his neck, breathing in the smell of his aftershave. He rests one large hand in the back pocket of your jeans, and wraps his other arm around your back, his hand landing between your shoulderblades, stroking back and forth. Even exhausted, he's protective

"Might fall asleep," He whispers.

"Me too," You reply, your warm exhale momentarily lifting the collar of his t-shirt.

"So warm," he mumbles. "I love you."

"We could get a dog," You say quietly. "People who celebrate Thursdays tend to have dogs."

"You think so?"

You press a chaste kiss to his neck. "Yeah."

"How about we start with a cat?"

"Really?" Your voice picks up slightly, and you raise your head to look at Aaron. He smoothes a hand over the back of your head, gently encouraging your face back into the crook of his neck.

"We could go to the shelter this weekend."

You flip through your mental rolodex of the different types of cat, picturing each one in the space you shared with your partner.

Maybe an older cat, already house trained, who liked a quieter house. Someone to keep you company while Aaron was away.

____

Sure enough, you and Aaron fell asleep on the couch, Aaron waking up a few hours later and walking you to bed. The fire had burnt itself out, and the tea had gone cold, but you could leave it until morning.

The weekend rolled around and you walked hand in hand through the animal shelter.

"This one's named Home Depot," He pointed out, a small smile on his face. "Do we want a lady cat or a gentleman cat?"

"I don't mind," You mused, peeking into each enclosure.

"Aaron," You said slowly, pulling gently at his elbow. "This one's named Jude, like Hey Jude."

"Jude's been here a while, since she's one of our older cats. She's a sweetheart," The volunteer offered.

"How old is she?"

"She's seven."

"Can I pick her up?"

The volunteer nodded enthusiastically. "She loves cuddles."

You picked up the cat, happy to find that she seemed to be in good health. A nice weight, plenty of fluff, good teeth.

"Does she have any health conditions?" You asked.

The volunteer shook their head. "Not that we know of. As she gets older, she might get a bit stiff in her joints, but for now she seems well."

"Hi sweetheart," Aaron said softly, thumbing the scruff under her chin. "Do you like the look of us?"

She keened, pressing her head up into his hands to meet his touch.

"She's just like me," You smiled.

"Yeah?" Aaron said, smiling at you. You knew what he was asking, and you nodded.

Aaron looked over at the volunteer. "Can we bring her home?"

They smiled. "Absolutely. You'll just need to sign a few things, pay the adoption fee. Then we can give you a bag of food, her bed, her collar... I think that's it. Oh! We could send you home with a toy, if you like, but she hasn't been super playful while she's been here."

"Thank you," You said tenderly. "So much. For keeping her safe until we could meet her."

Ahhhh so cute!!

swipe — lee felix.

trope. lee felix. strangers to lovers. chronicles of a dating app. felix is extremely flirty. just fluff.

synopsis. i’m not looking to date right now, but my parents just sent me some computer parts and i saw on your tinder bio that you like assembling computers

word count. 3.2k words

warnings. none except for a few curse words

note. hi hello i got sent this rly funny photo of a conversation so i took inspiration from that and wrote this fic like a whiiile ago. i’ve had this in my drafts for a while so why not let it see the light of day!

Left. Left. Left. Left. Pause. Left. Left. Left. Left.

“(Name)!”

Yunjin offers no warning when her hands move to claw at your shoulders, intent on startling you without sparing a thought on your poor phone that had jumped out of your hands.

When you scare, she laughs, open-mouthed and loud as she plops herself on the spot next to you on your dorm’s mini couch. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“Honestly, how do you even do that? I barely heard you walk into the living room!” You grumble.

You spare her a glance and notice she’s too dressed up to be staying the night in–white crop top that sits just above her hips with some low rise jeans to accentuate her features. Her hair is curled on the ends, recently dyed black and styled to look a little messy.

She must be going out.

Though you try not to think about it, the amount of times Yunjin goes out with her friends in a week is a constant reminder of how pathetic your social life is. While it didn’t quite bother you enough to accept her invite, it’d be nice to leave your dorm once in a while. It’s just that you haven’t found anyone you really clicked with like Yunjin.

“What are you doing?” She cranes her neck to try and see what you were so busy with that you didn’t see her from your peripheral vision.

You show her the app with no shame. It only makes her laugh tenfold, hands clutching her stomach with her head thrown back as if she wasn’t the one who had suggested you download it in the first place.

“Yunjin, this is stupid. I’ve only had this downloaded for a day and I already feel sick.” You groan, throwing your phone down in the space between you. Though, maybe you should’ve thought twice about that when Yunjin decides to grab so she can have a go herself – swiping left and left and left and… oh?

“What about him?” You curl into her side, peering over your phone.

Oh, he’s pretty cute. Lee Felix?

“He added dog lover. You love dogs and… music?” She goes over his interests quickly, eyes scanning his profile like a pro. You suppose it’s because she’s used to it, quick to read a guy’s intentions just by their Tinder profile.

“I like assembling computers. Oh, this guy’s a dork, you’d love him.”

Right.

It’s a match!

“Yunjin!” You shift in your seat, immediately grabbing your phone from her grip before she can do any further damage. Sure, you had humored yourself into downloading the app for Yunjin but you never thought of actually swiping right for anyone.

“What? He’s cute, and you matched!” She giggles, trying to grab your phone back so she can craft you the perfect first message.

She knows you won’t do it yourself.

You lock your phone before she has a chance to do anything stupid, shaking your head in reprimand. “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not happening.”

She simply smiles at you, shrugging her shoulders and calling it a day for her trial in meddling with your love life. “Well, I tried. Alright, I have to go. I’ll be back late, you sure you don’t wanna come with?”

You return the smile, shaking your head as you drop yourself to lay down on the entirety of the couch once your roommate gets up. “I think my computer parts are coming in today so I have to be here to sign off the delivery.”

“Nerd.” She snorts, waving you goodbye and locking the door behind her. It’s your cue to grab your laptop and continue binging that new drama that had just been released.

This is your ordinary Friday night, curled up on the sofa with your most comfortable blanket and your laptop on your lap. Despite the desire to socialize sometimes, you think nothing else really goes above wearing your favorite PJs and eating snacks without guilt as the opening song of your new drama plays.

Though, you only get to finish one episode when your doorbell rings, and you waltz yourself to your front door to happily accept the package sent by your parents. They had won it as one of the raffle prizes in a foreign business trip, and since your parents had no use for a computer, they decided to ship it off to you. “Could help with college,” is what your dad says.

It’s only when multiple boxes come rolling in when you realize one small problem. You don’t know how to fucking assemble a computer, and you doubt Yunjin would know how either.

“That’s it. If you could please sign here, here, and here.” The mailman still sounds enthusiastic despite having done hours of his shift already, and you comply immediately as to not add on to the downpour of stress that’s handed to them every single day.

When you shut your door, you quickly turn around to stare at the multitude of boxes on the ground. Maybe Beomgyu would know how? He looks like he’d know a thing or two about computers. So, you shoot him a text.

Turns out, he doesn’t know how. And he’s currently scamming Yeonjun out of a free dinner, and so even though he tells you he’ll try to be there, you know he probably won’t arrive (unless to laugh at your situation).

You think, maybe you can just go to the Computer Engineering department and ask someone to help you, but could you risk socializing with numerous college students face to face? Absolutely the fuck not.

You’ve just about given up when your head strikes an idea and your back immediately straightens in posture at the stupid thought. “Should I?”

You rush towards where you had left your phone, letting out a sigh as you stare at the one person on your Match list. Lee Felix who likes assembling computers.

Lovely fucking timing.

Fumbling with the device, you finally decide to shoot him a message. What are the odds of him responding, anyway?

You’re tempted to throw your phone while waiting for his response, though your plan goes down the drain in a second when he responds almost immediately.

yn (6:03pm): hello!

felix (6:04pm): hey! i didn’t think you would message first :))

yn (6:06pm): oh, i’m sorry i hope you don’t get my intentions wrong. it’s just that … my parents sent over some computer parts and i rly don’t know how to assemble a computer

yn (6:06pm): i know it’s kind of random, but could u possibly help me by any chance?

yn (6:07pm): i don’t rly know anyone who knows how to and you’re the only person that came to mind

You cringe at yourself for triple messaging, face visibly scrunching as you let out a pained noise. And then he replies, and your hand shoots to grab your phone and stare at his message.

“Yeah, why not?” is what he replies, followed by where he should meet you. Is it a good idea to invite a stranger to your dorm? Probably not, but you can’t possibly assemble your computer somewhere else and bring it back to your dorms. So, you tell him to meet you at a cafe nearby – to test out the waters and see if he isn’t some variant of a serial killer.

“Be there in 15,” is his next reply.

15 minutes?!

You look down at yourself in sudden panic, still clad in a big shirt and some shorts. How were you supposed to pick something decent to wear in 15 minutes without Yunjin? You suppose could facetime her but you know it takes her hours to even decide on what to wear for herself.

Bringing your feet towards your closet, you say a silent prayer and start picking out what to wear for yourself. While this wasn’t technically a date, Lee Felix from Tinder is still fucking cute and you would hate for him to think he got scammed into swiping right on you.

You double check yourself in the mirror, chewing at your lips thoughtfully before sighing out in approval. At least you looked as if you put some sort of effort into what you’re wearing. That should be good enough in itself.

The nerve of meeting an entirely new person begins to set in when you repeatedly dart your eyes from the coffee shop back to your phone to try and see if anyone who looked like Felix was in the coffee shop. It’s like watching a game of ping pong the way you repeatedly look back and forth. And when it seems that no one with long black hair is here yet, you take it upon yourself to take a seat by the window where he can find you easily.

The scraping of the chair catches your attention, and holy fuck. Lee Felix is not a catfish. He is way far from it, and you think you might’ve lucked out when he takes the seat in front of you.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you.” Deep, thick accent. It feels like shots of espresso when he speaks and it physically manifests goosebumps from you. You shake your head, telling him you’re fine. “(Name), right?”

He smiles, and it feels like your whole world stops.

“Uh, yeah. You must be Felix?” The man in question nods his head, reaching out to shake your hand and the gesture has your cheeks flushing. It’s an act of basic human decency, but can you really be blamed for acting like a shy little school girl when someone as beautiful as Felix is sitting and talking to you.

The coffee shop is still bustling, and everyone around you converses as if the most beautiful man hadn’t just stepped foot into the coffee shop. The freckles sitting just below his eyes look like constellations, and his black hair is styled just messy enough to achieve the hot boy who doesn’t know he’s hot look.

“Do you want some coffee before I set your computer up?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling shy.

Instead, you tell him to get whatever he wants so you don’t feel guilty enough for taking time out of his evening just to assemble your computer. He accepts your promise in pretense, but he comes back with his order and a few pastries and it’s clear he’s already paid for it from the way he ignores any mention of how much it cost.

“I didn’t know what you preferred, so I got a bit of everything.” There’s a crinkle just at the corner of his eyes when he smiles, sitting back down adjacent of you as he pushes the plate closer to you.

You look at the array of pastries, a little hesitant. “Please don’t feel shy. Here, let’s take one together.”

He grabs a cookie from the platter, and you shyly follow by grabbing a strawberry muffin.

“Mmm, strawberry muffin. Very good choice.” Felix comments, watching you closely as you take a bite out of the muffin. “Is it good?”

Your eyes widen in delight, nodding your head as you chew slowly. “So good.”

Your words come out as a mumble, and it triggers a sweet laugh out of Felix. You feel familiar, the way you smile with your eyes and close them shut to savor the taste.

“You’re cute.” He says unabashedly, as if his words won’t cause drastic consequences.

A chunk gets stuck on your throat.

Felix is quick to hand you a glass of water when you start choking, rushing to stand by your side. You would’ve hoped the first skinship for the evening would be handholding, and not repeated pats on your back to remedy your choking.

“Are you okay?” His hand is still on your back, gently running small circles as he leans down to check on you. You think you might start choking again if he keeps looking at you like that, 1080p view of his eyelashes and the specs splashing his irises.

“Mhm, sorry.” You put the glass down, refusing to meet his eyes as he remains hovering over you. You want to leave out of embarrassment. He notices your silence, notices the way you cross your arms in mock defense.

“Don’t worry, I still think you’re cute.” There’s a smirk on his face. You can tell without even looking up at him. “I’ll take these out.”

He says it so casually, as if he’s simply asking about your day. His outward flirty-ness is new, but it isn’t unwelcome.

“Ready to go?”

With the plastic bag in his hand and his order in a takeout cup, you sigh gratefully. “Yeah.”

The walk to your dorm is short, but it’s spent in conversation. Lee Felix is talkative, has lots of stories to offer. Whatever it takes to make you laugh.

You like that about him. You like that you don’t have to talk so much. He doesn’t even force a comment out of you. Just needs to know you’re listening.

So you do. You listen intently as he shares pieces of his life with you—his friends, his course, games he plays. He’s chatty, and the way he smiles with every word reminds you of a cat. Deep whiskers and crescent eyes.

“So, really, this is a great way to end the day, assembling a pretty girl’s computer.”

His mouth drops a little when he realizes he’d vocalized the latter part of his sentence, yet he doesn’t make a move to take it back. You are pretty, one of the prettiest he’s ever seen. And the blush on your face is well worth the slip of his tongue.

“As long as you’re sure this isn’t a hassle.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you reach your building.

That you aren’t getting anything out of this.

Though, before you can step forward, you’re tugged back to where Felix is standing. He’s holding your hand now, grabbing your full attention. “I promise this isn’t a bother.”

The way he looks at you answers your silent question—he doesn’t mind that you’re simply asking for his help without any intention.

“I enjoy building computers, especially with good company. You don’t even have to do anything. Just sit there and be yourself.”

“Okay. Thank you.” He squeezes your hand for extra measure, allowing you to drag him to your dorm room.

True to his word, Felix doesn’t so much as let you lift a finger. You stay seated on the couch, watching as he sets to work on the floor. From time to time, he’d tell you what he’s doing. Something about screwing some parts in and a mother board? You don’t understand much, but you listen as much as you can.

“Tell me about yourself.” Felix looks up from his work, and your eyes widen a little at the boy’s sudden request.

You’re sure you’re simply imagining the gentle interest in his eyes. “Hm?” You ask him to repeat himself, even though you heard him loud and clear.

“I’ve been yapping about myself all night. I wanna know more about you.” He teases.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything.”

“Soooo… do I start with the year I was born?” You laugh when he throws you a look, quick to throw your hands in the air in mock surrender. “Joking, joking.”

“You’re an interesting girl, (Name).” Felix grins, locking eyes with you for a second and a half before turning back to his work.

“There’s nothing much to me, really. I go to school and go home and that’s about it. I just try and survive college the best I can.”

He shoots you a disapproving look. “Well, I beg to differ.”

“What do you mean?” You bring your legs up on the couch, sitting cross-legged as you wait for what he had to say.

“For one, your eyes lit up when I talked about Chan’s Pokemon collection, or how Seungmin is obsessed with Kdramas.” He points out, reaching for his takeout drink and taking a few large gulps. “And you smiled when I mentioned the little chicken plush I own.”

You don’t expect Felix to notice any of this, and the thought that he did has a blush fighting to creep up your face.

You grab a throw pillow to hide behind.

“Oh, and you like strawberry muffins. So, I’d say there’s a lot to you. And I’m hoping to learn everything more.”

You have to force your eyes to look away from him in fear that your flustered cheeks would appear too obvious to the boy. Though, if he’d noticed the mere brightening of your eyes, you’re sure he’s already caught on to the silly schoolgirl smile on your lips.

“Stop looking at me.” You mumble, burying your face in your pillow. All you can hear is his sweet laughter.

“Come here, I’m just about done.”

You clap your hands in small when he turns on your computer, fully functioning and fully assembled. It surprises you how a task that would’ve taken you 6 hours is done in under 2 by Felix. Even more that it didn’t even feel like two hours.

You suppose that’s just the thing with Felix. He makes it so that time disappears with the whole night sky in his eyes—the moon for eyes and stars littering his face.

“Thank you, Felix. Like really.” He dismisses you, telling you it was nothing. The satisfaction on your face is enough compensation for his work.

There’s a few do’s and don’t’s that he mentions, and you try to list them down the best you can.

“Or, I can just text it to you?”

You pause mid-writing, looking up at him. “Sure, that’s… that’s fine with me.”

You’re unsure of how to say goodbye to him after giving him your number, unsure even of how you can make it up to him for the 3 hours you’d taken away from him. If it were anyone else, you would’ve said it in ease, so you don’t know why you can’t do the same for Felix.

It’s different with him because you don’t want to say goodbye. You could go hours longer listening to him and watching him assemble your computer. Though, before you can contemplate to do anything, Felix interrupts your inner monologue.

“Actually, I have an idea on how you can make it up to me.”

You look up at him expectantly, and you see the hint of a smirk tracing on his features.

“Let me take you out on a date. A real one.”

“A date?” You stutter.

“I know you said you texted me just because I could fix up computers, but I really enjoyed talking to you today.” He’s holding back a smile. “So, what do you say?”

“Okay.” His eyes light up, glazed with happiness as he processes your response.

“Okay? As in, I can take you out on a real date?”

“Yes.”

Felix can feel something sweet in his heart, can feel it flutter like it’s being squeezed. To his surprise, you’d actually agreed, and the genuine excitement in his smile is too wholesome to not stare at.

“So… goodnight then?”

“Goodnight.”

“I’ll text you?”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

Felix fixes you with a look one last time, almost romantic with the soft glaze in his eyes. And then he’s stumbling out into your hallway.

With a second glance, he turns his back away from you and walks away. You can’t help but still feel the warmth of his smile.

You feel a compelling force telling you you’ll see much more of Lee Felix in the near future.

Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Fluff

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Cariad = love

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Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

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they forget that it’s valentine’s day

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chan

— Chan finds you curled up on your shared bed fast asleep.

— His heart sinks when he notices the flower petals scattered about the room and the wine left untouched on the bedside table. Chan knows you fell asleep waiting for him—still dressed in the attire you were meant to wear out for dinner.

— In all honestly the holiday had completely slipped his mind since he had been swarmed with so many deadlines lately, all of his days had began to blur.

— He nudged you softly, watching you stir in your sleep before your eyes fluttered open.

— “Hi baby.”

— You blink at him before sitting up and taking in your surroundings, frowning as your eyes land on him.

— “Work run late?”

— Chan deserves the bite in your tone and the coldness of your gaze.

— “Y/n I’m sorry I—.” “You got caught up at work, another deadline that you took on, a misplaced file, a deleted track I know. It’s always something,” you sigh as you stand from the bed.

— “Just one day Chan,” your voice breaks as you reach for your pajamas discarded at the end of the bed, “Just one day. That’s all I asked but I couldn’t even have that.”

— You whisper the last part to yourself as you make your way towards the conjoined bathroom but Chan hears you anyway.

— While you shower, Chan takes in all of your hard work gone to waste and he can’t help but to curse himself as the tears fall.

minho

— Minho finds you curled up on the couch, working on your laptop with your headphones on. He notices Dori curled up next to you and he can’t help but coo. The sound gets your attention, rolling your eyes as Minho pulls out his phone to snap a picture.

— “Not again,” you whine as you hold your hand out to block the camera. “Please kitten just one? You both look so cute,” he pouts. You give in of course, letting Minho take a few photos of the two of you. It’s only then that you notice how dressed up he is.

— “Wearing that tonight?” Minho looks down at himself before nodding, “Yeah. I think these pants make my thighs look nice what do you think,” he questions as he poses causing you to giggle. “That and your ass. Makes me want to keep you here and eat you instead of dinner.”

— Minho launches one of the throw pillows at your head, trying to ignore the way his cheeks flush at the comment.

— “No can do kitten. I’ve got to leave in a few minutes or I’ll be late.” “What? Where are you going?” “Couple of guys wanted to get dinner and drinks so I might be home a little late.”

— Minho watches your face drop at that. He and Dori both jump when you slam your laptop shut. “Alright. Have fun hanging with your friends while I go eat dinner alone.”

— “Whoa whoa whoa,” Minho exclaims as he reaches out for your arm. “What’s wrong?” You scoff. “What’s wrong? Maybe the fact that my boyfriend is ditching me and our reservation on Valentine’s Day to hang out with a bunch of his single buddies,” you smile but there’s no humor behind it.

— “You might just be joining them in that aspect by the end of the night,” you spat before turning on your heel but you’re stopped by a yelp.

— “Wait it’s Valentine’s Day!?”

— “You really forgot?” Minho groans as he makes his way towards you before pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry kitten I completely forgot. Can I do anything to make it up to you,” he pouts before using his puppy eyes on you.

— You giggle before you wiggle your brows at him. “Think you could give me an appetizer before dinner,” you giggle before reaching behind him to smack his ass.

— Minho groans dramatically before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m the whole meal kitten.” “That you are. Maybe we don’t need the reservation after all.”

— The apartment is filled with giggles and kisses as you make your way towards the bedroom.

changbin

— Changbin let’s out a deep sigh when he walks in the door, toeing off his shoes as he discards his gym bag next to the couch.

— “So that’s where you’ve been?”

— Your voice startles him, spinning around to find you leaning against the the counter—arm crossed under the other as you sip your wine.

— Changbin takes in your attire and his heart drops.

— “Fuck Y/n I’m so—.”

— “Save it.”

— Your voice is harsh as you set down your glass before moving to make your way out of the kitchen. Changbin tries to reach out to stop you but you shrug his hand off of you.

— “Don’t touch me,” you shake your head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t apologize to me. Just don’t—,” your voice breaks before you leave Changbin starting after your retreating form.

— Three hours he left you waiting in a restaurant for him to never show up.

— Changbin leaves you to cool off, knowing that nothing he can say or do will fix any of this. He knows you don’t care for Valentine’s Day anyway but leaving you waiting for him has surely tainted the holliday for you even more.

— Changbin thinks he deserves the pillows and blankets he finds laid out on the couch for him after his shower but he doesn’t deserve the pajamas or the stuffed animal he always sleeps with when he’s away from you.

— Changbin realizes as he lays in the silence of the living room that night that he doesn’t deserve your love.

hyunjin

— He’s nearly done with his painting when he hears a knock at the door.

— “Come in,” he calls over his shoulders before hearing the door open and shut once more. When he turns he finds you hovering in the doorway. “Hi love,” Hyunjin greets you but you don’t say anything, only stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

— “Am I not allowed to drop by?”

— Hyunjin’s brows furrow as he stands to make his way towards you.

— “No, you know you can. It’s just really late I figured you’d be getting ready for bed soon.”

— There’s no emotion on your face as you stare at him and Hyunjin feels his gut sink.

— “Did you get any of my messages?”

— “No, my phone died a couple of hours ago so I plugged it in and started painting. I haven’t checked it since—.”

— Hyunjin’s cut off as you hold your hand up. You nod before grasping the door handle. You meet his gaze and Hyunjin feels his heart drop at the sight of tears dancing in your eyes.

— “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mutter before you’re leaving him once again in the silence of his bedroom.

— Hyunjin feels rooted in place. He had completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day. Hyunjin sighs deeply has he moves to where is phone rests on his nightstand.

— His chest tightens as he opens his chat with you, eyes stinging as he reads over your messages.

— hey hyun happy valentine’s day! i managed to get us tickets to that exhibition you’ve been wanting to see! meet me at 5? maybe we can get some dinner before it starts?

— i’ve tried calling and texting but i’m waiting outside of the museum. they opened the doors but i’ll wait a little longer

— i guess you aren’t coming

— just at least let me know you’re alright. I love you

— Hyunjin feels extremely shitty. He has to make this right. Hyunjin slips on his coat before making his way out of the apartment in search of his love.

jisung

— Jisung bounces from one foot to the other as he waits for you to answer the door.

— His palms are sweaty, trying to wipe them on the fabric of his jeans but failing with the giant bundle of flowers he’s currently holding.

— He had been caught up at the studio all day, completely unaware that it was Valentines Day until he checked his phone and noticed all of the pictures his friends had posted and their lovey dovey captions.

— It’s safe to say Jisung felt awful.

— That’s why after a quick shower and a trip to the convenience store he now stood on your doorstep at 1 a.m.

— You opened the door a few moments later, looking unamused at the bouquet of flowers in Jisung’s hands.

— “Forget something?”

— Jisung nodded bashfully before holding out the bouquet to you.

— “Y/n I’m so sorry. I know I’m a major asshole for missing out on spending Valentine’s Day with you. Please accept this shitty convince store bouquet and this bag of snacks as an apology. I promise that I’ll get you something nicer tomorrow—or well today since it is tomorrow already.”

— You stared at it before taking it with a small thanks.

— “It’s kind of hard to stay mad at you, you know?”

— Jisung’s gives you the biggest, gummiest smile at that. He steps towards you, taking you into his arms.

— “I’m all yours today baby. We can do whatever you want.”

— “Right now I just want you to hold me.”

— Jisung feels his cheeks heat as you snuggle against his chest.

— “That can be arranged but maybe let’s move the cuddle session to the bed or we’re going to freeze,” he shivers causing you to let out a giggle before pulling him into the warmth of your apartment and then into the warmth of your embrace.

felix

— He completely forgot it was Valentine’s Day and he feels awful.

— The two of you were always attentive with one another, taking turns making each other breakfast and doing things around the house for one another so it was when you gifted Felix a new upgrade part he had been wanting for his PC with a kiss on his cheek and a sweet “Happy Valentine’s Day” whispered in his ear that he realized he screwed up.

— In truth he was more torn up about it than you had been but he saw the slight bit of sadness behind your smile when you told him that it was alright. You were always too kind to him, he didn’t deserve you.

— Felix couldn’t get you much since it was late at night but he entered the kitchen with his gift to you hidden behind his back.

— Your eyes met his from where you stood drying the dishes.

— “I’m really sorry I forgot,” Felix blurted out.

— You sigh before setting the dish and the towel down, “I know Lixie. It’s okay—.”

— Felix shakes his head, “No it’s not. You deserve to wake up with breakfast in bed and a nice candle lit dinner and a relaxing bath, chocolate, flowers—.”

— “Lix,” you stop his rant before making your way towards him. When your only inches from him Felix removes his hands from behind his back, presenting what had been hidden behind his back to you.

— It’s when he hears your small gasp that he chances a look at your face.

— “I-I know they aren’t the best but they are for you.”

— You don’t say anything as you reach out to take the mug of flowers from him.

— Your breath shakes as your fingers caress the bundle of flowers.

— “They’re are perfect. No one has ever picked flowers for me before.”

— Felix lights up at that, a smile tugging at his lips.

— “Are you still upset with me?” Your eyes meet his, slightly glossy from his gift. “I wasn’t upset with you Felix. I think you were more upset than I was,” you say before setting the mug of flowers onto the counter and taking him into your arms.

— “Just having you here with me is enough okay? I love you,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

— Felix whispers his love to you before cupping your cheeks and sealing your lips with a kiss.

seungmin

— The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, not bothering to say a word to one another as the TV plays a movie in front of you.

— Seungmin knows you aren’t interested in it and neither is he. His chest tightens when he sneaks a look at you and sees the dried tears on your cheeks.

— The two of you are stubborn, neither of you wanting to give in first but Seungmin knew it was all his fault.

— You had made his favorite meal, dressed up all nicely for him and even wore his favorite lingerie all for him not to show up. Seungmin realized too late what day it had been, watching you clean up the meal you prepared and slipping out of the outfit and into something more comfortable.

— You hadn’t said a word to him since and honestly he couldn’t blame you.

— It was your first Valentine’s Day together and Seungmin had screwed it up.

— After some time, Seungmin reaches for your hand. He’s relieved when you don’t pull away. He lets himself slide closer to you, taking you into his arms.

— “I’m so sorry baby. I messed up.”

— Your gaze meets his and Seungmin’s heart drops.

— “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.” Seungmin shook his head before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard to surprise me and I didn’t even realize what day it was. That’s on me not you, okay? You’re too good for me baby.”

— “That’s not true. I know you’re busy. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

— Seungmin wants to complain but the words die on the top of his tongue as you give him a knowing look.

— “I really love you, you know,” he whispers instead, breath hit against your lips.

— “I love you too Minnie.”

— Seungmin’s lips meet yours, much rougher this time. His hoodie slips from where it rests on your shoulders, causing a groan to slip from him as the lace of your bra peaks from beneath the material. He can’t help but to reach out and touch.

— “I don’t want to have make up sex. I don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry,” you sigh as you pull slightly away from him.

— Seungmin frowned before shaking his head, “Not make up sex. I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much you mean to me. Only if you want to though,” he whispers as he moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

— “I’d be happy to just hold you the rest of the night. Either way I’m going to tell you how much I love you.”

— A soft giggle leaves you as you press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

— When Seungmin makes love to you that night he makes sure to tell you how much you mean to him and worships every inch of you as if it’s his last time doing so.

jeongin

— Jeongin counts at least three empty cups and a plate of crumbs on your table upon entry to the café.

— Your arms are crossed as you stare out the window but he can’t decipher how you’re feeling. That’s until he makes his presence known and ends up being on the receiving end of your glare.

— “I’m a horrible boyfriend I know,” he sighs as he slides into the booth across from you, setting the bad down next to him.

— Your frown deepens at that, “You aren’t a horrible boyfriend.”

— Jeongin runs his hands through his hair, something he does out of habit when he’s stressed.

— “I don’t have an excuse. I should have realized what day it was and I shouldn’t have kept you waiting,” he frowns as he grasps the bag next to him before setting it on the table.

— “I know this won’t make up for making you wait but I hope you like it.”

— You cautiously take the bag from Jeongin before opening it. He watches your eyes light up, face void of any irritation that once once present as you pull the garment from the bag.

— Your eyes widen as you hold up the hoodie, not just any hoodie but the same exact one that Jeongin was currently wearing. You had been stealing it for months and while he would have just given it to you, he liked the idea of matching with you.

— Jeongin smiled as you sniffed the hoodie, smelling the perfume he had purposely drenched the material in.

— “Baby you shouldn’t have. Seriously this is so expensive,” you whisper as you hold the hoodie to your chest.

— “I’d spend everything in my bank account right this second if it meant making you happy.”

— You roll your eyes, but it’s playful. “You make me happy Innie, not your money.”

— Jeongin laughs, “I know baby. I’m only teasing. Go on, try it on.”

— You nod before slipping the hoodie over your shoulders, sighing as your wrapped in Jeongin’s scent.

— “Now what do you say we get out of here and go take some cute pictures.”

— You nod, taking one last sip of your drink before intertwining your fingers with Jeongin’s as he leads you out of the café but not before pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering a soft ‘I love you’ in your ear.