3 tiiiny mini fics (around 600 words each) ig that no one asked for but i wrote and decided to post anyway. hoping i got my timing right and these actually get posted on what will still be v-day for the majority.
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Jordam “It was not necessary for you to gift me anything,” Adam insists, staring down at the small box that Jordan’s holding out to him.
“If I thought it was necessary I wouldn’t have done it,” she tells him, rolling her eyes at his hesitancy to take the gift before grabbing his hand. She turns it so that his palm is facing up and places the box on his hand, then wraps his fingers around it for him before letting go. “Look how easy it is to accept something you’re not expecting.”
He sighs heavily at her mockery, still eyeing the parcel suspiciously. As though no one’s ever given him a gift before. She supposed that maybe no one has, the more she thinks about it. At least not for a very, very long time.
“What is it?” he asks slowly, and she returns his sigh and folds her arms across her chest.
“What would’ve been the point of me putting it in a box if I was just going to tell you what it is?”
“I do not pretend to understand the Valentine's day traditions anymore,” he answers bluntly, and she wonders not for the first time why she even bothered. She knows that he would’ve been perfectly happy to let this day pass as any other, but this is something she’d been wanting to give him for quite a while now, but every time she’s tried he’s found a way to refuse it and claim that it’s unnecessary. If it’s a gift, he can’t give it back or refuse it.
“Just open the bloody thing, Adam.”
He frowns at her but caves in, delicately untying the ribbon with more care than she’d expected and cracking the box open to peer inside. “What is this?”
She grins at him as he pulls the key out of the box and looks at her curiously. “It’s a key, genius.”
“That much is clear. A key to what?”
“My heart,” she can barely keep from laughing even as she says it. He just frowns at her, clearly not amused by her teasing. “It’s a key to my apartment, you idiot.”
“I have already told you-” he begins sternly, but she holds a hand up to cut him off.
“I have a card to get into your place, I want you to have a key to get into mine.”
“You were given a card because this is your home just as much as it is mine.”
“And I want my home to be yours just as much as mine,” she argues, but he holds the key out to her.
She rolls her eyes again and takes it from him, but then steps up close and wraps her arms around his waist before sliding the key into his back pocket.
“Hasn’t anyone taught you that it’s rude to return a gift?” she scolds him quietly, smirking up at him when his expression softens and he seems to be giving in.
“Very well,” he answers after a moment, seeming at a loss for words and perhaps a little overwhelmed by the amount of trust in him that her gift hints at.
“Besides, what if something happens one day and you need to get in? I don’t want you breaking my bloody door,” she adds, trying to lighten up what has somehow become a very intense atmosphere over what she thought wasn’t quite this big of a deal.
He chuckles - one of her favourite sounds - and surprises her by winding his arms around her in return and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
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Faya Felix is far too excited. At least that’s what Mason keeps telling him. But really, Felix feels that he’s exactly the right level of excited and no amount of ridicule will convince him otherwise. After all, this is his first Valentine's day. Well, not his first obviously. But his first one that he gets to spend with someone that he’s actually in love with. Maybe… maybe he’s not excited enough, even. Maybe he should be dressed a little nicer, maybe he should have planned something a little fancier, maybe he hasn’t gone all out after all, there’s always room for improvement, maybe there’s still time to-
“Breathe,” Nate speaks calmly from beside him, and Felix frowns up at him.
“Why?”
Nate sighs, endlessly patient usually but even he is starting to tire of it, eager now for Maya to show up so that Felix can stop stressing and just get his big night under way. “You know what I mean. Relax.”
“I’m relaxed,” Felix ignores the disbelieving quirk of an eyebrow that Nate gives him, his gaze darting around the room before shifting back to the door of Maya’s apartment.
What if she hates it? What if she’s mad that he let himself into her home? But then she gave him a key, right? So that has to mean that she’s okay with him being here without her, right? But what if she’s mad that Nate’s with him? No, that’s silly, she loves Nate. What if she just doesn’t like what he’s done in here? Oh God, he doesn’t even know what colours she hates. What if she hates pink? What if she hates red? No, pink is her favourite colour. But red? What if she hates it?
He eyes the red streamers twisted and twirled around the pink ones that he’s hung around her apartment. Too much work to take them down now with the way they’re all wrapped together. He’d never finish it in time before she-
His chaotic thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a key in the door, and Nate gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “She’ll love it.”
“We’re about to find out,” he answers with uncertainty just as Maya steps through the door and looks around the room in shock.
Oh God, she hates it. She hates it so much. So much that she’s… laughing? Wait, what?
“What have you done?” she asks, still chuckling as she walks over to him and wraps her arms around his waist. He returns the hug automatically, though he’s not sure what to make of her reaction. The way Nate gives him a thumbs up and a wide grin as he quietly makes his way out of the room offers a little comfort, though.
“Um, well. I’ve never spent Valentine's day with someone that I love, so I wanted to make sure the first one was special,” he explains, hoping that his reasoning makes as much sense out loud to her as it does to him in his head.
She lets go and steps back so that she can look up at him and he’s relieved to see that she’s smiling. He awkwardly gestures around the enthusiastically decorated room. “So what do you think?”
“It’s perfect!” she answers, the brightness of her smile and the excitement of her answer matching the bright, colourful way he’d decorated her living room. “I agree, this year should be extra special.”
“Oh, good,” Felix breathes out a sigh of relief.
“But you know,” Maya adds wrapping him up in a hug again and resting her cheek against his shoulder, “I really wouldn’t care where we were or what we did as long as we were together.”
And just like that all of his anxiety about whether or not he’s doing Valentine’s day right is gone, because he realises that he feels just the same way.
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Manner Dear God, why is he here? It’s bloody Sunday, it’s her bloody day off, and she’d assumed that it was his day off as well. So why in the name of fuck is Tanner at the warehouse, going out of his way to ruin her weekend? Morgan had assumed that he’d have more important things to do. Like go and pick up some desperate man or woman from a bar somewhere and shag their brains out. Because isn’t that what guys like him do with their free time when they’re single?
But no. Here he is. Standing in the doorway now, leaning against the frame and grinning at her as though it’s supposed to mean something.
“You got anywhere to be right now?” he asks before she can tell him to go away, and she raises an eyebrow at him before giving a slight shake of her head. “Come with me.”
She stares at the hand he’s holding out to her, then shifts her gaze up to meet his and her face twists into a glare. “No.”
“You know you want to.”
“I really don’t.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
Oh, fuck him. Fuck that sexy smirk and that sexy tone of voice that he only seems to use on her, it gets her every time. She huffs, hoping that she still looks as unimpressed as she did when he’d first shown up, and gets to her feet, ignoring his hand.
“Where are we going?” she asks despite herself.
“Out.”
“Out where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises.”
He grins over at her, “I thought as much.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time than annoy me?” she voices her thoughts, trying not to let the way he looks back over at her and lets his eyes crawl slowly over her body before he answers get to her. Trying, and failing.
“Something better than you? Unlikely.”
“What makes you think I’m gonna let you do me?”
“A hunch,” he grins again before they both fall quiet, Morgan growing more and more curious the further into the woods behind the warehouse he leads her.
Finally he stops and turns to face her, and she just looks back at him with a frown of confusion on her face. There’s… nothing here. Absolutely nothing, and they’re so deep into the woods that she can barely even hear the birds chirping anymore.
“Hear that?” he asks after a moment, and she listens carefully for a moment for what he’s talking about but comes up with nothing.
“No?”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t get it,” she really doesn’t get it. What the hell is he doing?
“I know the noise gets to be too much for you sometimes. So if you ever just need some silence for a while…” he trails off and spreads his arms, looking around the tiny clearing that he’s led her too.
She could hug him. Literally hug him. But she’s not going to.
“You dragged me all the way out here to show me where I can find some silence?” she says instead, and a small smile crosses his face as he nods. He’s not buying her hardass act for even a second. He turns and starts to head back in the direction they’d come in, apparently not expecting her to join him.
“Thanks,” she mutters before he can get too far away, and he turns to face her, walking backwards for a moment with the same tiny but satisfied smile on his face.
“Happy Valentine’s, sunshine,” is the only answer he gives before turning back around and leaving her to her peace and quiet.
She hadn’t even remembered that today was the fourteenth.
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