#anyways happy birthday again ell!! enjoy today and have fun :)

[0rchidm4ntis]

gift for my darling friend ell @memoryoflife <33 these two should jam together 🎸🎶

[anne-white-star]

Jon pertwee x blind!reader

Notes : (Jon isnt maried) this played in 1975 a year after jon left doctor who. y/n lost her sight at a young age and enjoys to lissen to the navy lark and doctor who her father takes her to a convention to meet jon and both fall in love, reader is above 20 i try to make it as acurate as i can.

Words : 1119

Warnings: non

Also i try to make this the best i can im doing expiriments with wrighting so please excuse me if anything is wrong or not corect.

Y/n was sitting in her room just haning around, there wasn't mutch for her to do, you see y/n is blind and can't do mutch. But she enjoys listening to stuff especaly the navy lark and doctor who.

Y/n grabed one of the records she got from her dad on her birthday they were his first but hadend been used mutch. Y/n realy enjoyed the navy lark especaly petty oficer pertwee he was quite funny in her opinion. One day she asked her dad if mr pertwee played in anything ells

"Wel i know for a fact that he plays the doctor now i can put it on if you like" he had said

"Realy? Oh that would be wonderfull" and ever sinds that moment she Also became a doctor who fan.

And everytime y/n got some money from her grandparents or her birthday she would save it to be able to buy some figureens.

She had jo, the master, liz, sarah, benton yates, the brigadier, some aliens a TARDIS and bessie the only one missing was the doctor. But today was her birthday and her dad had a present for her.

"Happy 29th birthday y/n " her parents huged her

"Thank you" she hugged them back

"We have two presents for you one is here bur for the other one we have to travel"

"Alright" she waited

"Here we know how mutch you like and enjoy doctor who" her mom handed her a box that could open at the top

Y/n opend the box and felt around in it and grabed the said thing out of it "this doesn't feel like any of the figureens i already have" she rubbed her fingers over it to visuelise it "no wait is this a doctor figureen of mr pertwee" she gasped.

"It indeed is y/n We knew it was the only one missing from your colection" her dad said

"My goodness he's handsome" y/n blushed

Her dad laught "do you want to know your second present?"

"Yes please"

"Alright your second present is that we get to talk and meet jon pertwee in real life we made an arangement to meet him in private at the convention tomorow"

"No way really!? Thank you thank you" she jumped up And down and then huged her parents.

The next day y/n her dad and y/n herself were on their way to the convention "oh i can't wait im so nervous" she was smiling so brightly it could lit up a room

"We are almost there 15 more minuts" her dad said.15 minuts later they finaly arived at the destination

"Do i look a bit oke?"

"You always look good my dear don't worry" her dad took her arm and leaded her inside "excuse me sir but where is the room we wil meet jon pertwee? "

"Follow me" said a security guard. They followed him to a room "please wait here he will come in about 10 minuts"

"Alright thank you" they both dat down and waited, just like the guard said 10 minuts later jon walked in

"Ah so these are the people im suposed to meet " jon grabed y/n's dad his hand and shook it and did the same to y/n "please do sit down again" he smiled

"Its really a honor to meet you mr pertwee"

"Please call me jon but do tell me whats your name?"

"Y/n"

"Sutch a lovely name, do tell me y/n are you a big fan?"

"Wel as big as i can be with my disebilety"

"What do you mean?"

"Wel you see im blind, i lost my sight at a young age"

"Im so sorry to hear that"

"Its fine it was an acident no one could have done anything to stop it from happening"

"But if you can't see how do you Enjoy the show?"

"Wel you see i saved my money to be able to buy all the doctor figureens and i label them with a brail lable to be able to see wich character is wich"

"Thats extremly clever of you y/n"

"I like to use my imagination, i always try my best to find a way to be able to have fun even without my sight"

"I will be leaving you two alone" y/n her dad stood up "i'll be back in a hour"

"Alright"

"I understood that you also Enjoy the navy lark"

"Oh yes i really do i really need to use my imagination also because its a radio show but that really doesn't matter its fun to lissen to it makes me laugh everytime" y/n gigled

Jon laughed "Ah yes i also Enjoyed making the recordings it was quite fun to do with the cast"

"Jon i have a question and i hope its not strange but i was wondering if i may toutch your face just to see what you look like in real life, i don't know how acurate the figureen is that i got"

"Im fine with that y/n" he smiled softly at her, he grabed her hand and helpt her up then he put the chair before his and then he guided her to sit back down, he placed her hands on his face.

Y/n started to softly feel his face "I...i" y/n started to cry

"Oh whats wrong? "

"I never imagend i would get to meet you im just so Lucky" she softly cried

"Hey its alright don't cry now" jon huged her

"Jon i have fallen in love with your character and you i hope we will meet again after this"

"Im almost sure we wil" he huged her again

"Thank you for everything" y/n brought his hand to her face and placed it on her cheek.

"You are More than welcome"

"This quote always will stay with me jon Courage isn't just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do, anyway.

I was really afraid to meet you but my point was proven that i could meet you and not be afraid i thank you from the bottom of my heart"

"Your welcome oh i was wondering if you would like to stay for a little longer mabey meet Patrick troughton the person who played the doctor before me and some companions of mine"

"That would be loveley"

"You get to wear my cloak at the pannel" he laught

"Realy? Oh thank you i always wanted to do that"

Jon grabed y/n her hand and helpt her up, he placed the cloak on her shoulders "come along my lady"

"Of course my dear sir"

And this would be the begining of a wonderfull relationship

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading 😊

[spookysanta]

point break. (g.d.)

Summary: they’re headed down a path to destruction... and on GiGi’s birthday, of all days.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, swearing, mentions of divorce

i wrote this in one day sorry if it sucks but i may do a separate little fic for gigi’s birthday just bc i can :)

SLIGHTLY EDITED

*****

The two of them don’t really fight anymore.

And it used to be the only way they would communicate.

But now, unfortunately, Grayson and (Y/N) are on a break—Gray even packed some clothes for a couple days to stay at Ethan’s house in the guest room. But a couple of days turned into a week, and one week turning into three.

Obviously, they don’t want it to be this way, but the constant fighting and bickering would get to be too much. Especially for their daughter; she may have been a daddy’s girl at heart, but her mama was her best friend. So, the toddler now felt that she had to choose, which was a lot for an almost three-year-old to handle.

They’re cordial toward each other, only really interacting when GiGi wants to talk on the phone to the other parent, or when they’re dropping her off during the week.

But it was GiGi’s birthday today, and their sweet angel was now three years old.

The phrase of the day was “wow, time flies”. (Y/N) woke up this morning almost in tears because she was reminiscing of her life over the last three years and the blessing that this little girl was. Everything was so different back then—and now it seems like everything’s shifted in a negative way.

Her phone rang. Where it used to say “Hubby <3”, it now just says “Grayson”. She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

“Hi baby! Happy birthday, my favorite girl.” Her tears dried immediately, and a smile formed on her face. “You excited for your party?”

“Yup! I wanna wear my dress.”

“The pink one?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, you can wear that. Is that with daddy or is that here at home?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice changed and she sounded a bit sad.

“Well, that’s okay,” she reassured her daughter, “we’ll look for it; and if we can’t find it, you can wear your tutu and tiara, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “yeah.”

“What’s wrong, bug?”

“Nothing, mama,” she managed to lie. “here’s daddy.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank to her stomach. This always happens when she sees him or hears his voice nowadays—she still gets nervous like she used to when they first started dating. “Hey.” She heard him say.

“Hi.”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to someone who doesn’t like making small talk. “Um… I just wanted to say, that I’m gonna bring her back around ten-thirty.”

“That’s fine.” She shrugged, feeling a lump form in her throat. This was the conversation that she was having with the man of her dreams? “Are you coming to the party?”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. She didn’t know it, but a lump was forming in his, too. “It’s at home—I mean, your house, right?”

My house? She thought. Last I checked, both of our names were on the lease. “Mhm. Noon to three.”

“Cool. I’m gonna pick up my mom, your parents, and Cam from the airport after I drop Cookie off and then I’ll be back in time for the party.”

“Okay.”

“See you later?”

“Yep, see ya. Tell GiGi that I love her.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The doorbell rang, just as (Y/N) was trying to decide how much liquid courage it would require to survive the afternoon. “Ding dong!” she heard GiGi’s excited voice on the other side of the door. She opened it, seeing Grayson for the first time this week, and boy, did he look a wreck.

Good, she thought.

His eyes had bags under them, and they were puffy; his hair was styled but still disheveled from, what she can assume to be, him tugging at it in frustration; and he wasn’t as confident as he usually is—his stance was more contracted, and he looked insecure.

“Hey.” His voice came out hoarse, as if he’d cried all night long.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” exclaimed the little girl in his arms. “Hi, mama!”

“Hi, baby!” he passed her to (Y/N) and GiGi wrapped her arms around (Y/N)’s neck, laying her head on her shoulder. (Y/N) pressed her nose against the little girl’s head, smelling her hair that always smelled like baby shampoo. “Missed you, birthday girl.”

“Missed you, mama.”

“Did you have fun with daddy?”

She felt the little girl nod slowly. “Mhm. Baked cookies.”

“You and daddy baked cookies?”

She nodded again.

“She’s a bit sleepy but clearly very excited still,” Grayson spoke up from the doorway. “she was sleeping in the car.”

(Y/N) hummed. “I can tell. I’ll let her lay down for a few before I get her dressed.”

He nodded, eyes darting around the house. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it in fear of triggering an argument on GiGi’s special day. “Well, I’m gonna head to the airport.”

“Okay. Say “bye, daddy”.”

“Bye, daddy.” GiGi waved, already almost asleep.

He took strides over to them, leaning down and kissing the little girl on the cheek. He could faintly smell the remnants of (Y/N)’s body wash. “I love you…cookie.” He caught himself. “Be good while I’m gone, yeah?”

“Kay.”

He looked at his wife and gave her a thin-lipped smile. “I’ll be back by noon.” He said simply to her, letting himself out.

***

“Nooo, mama, I want this dress.” GiGi whined.

“I thought you wanted the pink one.”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, holding a frilly baby blue dress close to her. “wanna wear this one now.”

“Okay, then. Give it to me so I can help you.” (Y/N) held her palm out.

“Nooo.” She whined again, “I can do it.”

“Okay, okay! You can do it.”

The toddler stepped into the unclasped dress, pulling it up her body, and putting her arms through the sleeves. “Can you do this?” she asked, referring to the clasps on the back of her dress.

“Sure, bunny. Come here.” (Y/N) clasped the dress, then helped GiGi into her sandals—much to the little girl’s dismay—then carried her downstairs so she could have something to eat. She set GiGi in her highchair. “What do you wanna eat? Grilled cheese?”

“Yeah.” She said in excitement, because the Dolans rarely—if ever, anymore—eat cheese, or dairy in general; but right now, it’s just her and GiGi, and she thinks they can have a cheat day every now and again. “And ranch.”

“Gross.” She muttered to herself, making what she wanted anyway. “Gia, are you excited?”

“Yessssssss. Super-duper excited.”

She let out a laugh at her response, “I can tell.” She finished making GiGi’s sandwich and cut it in half, putting some potato chips on a plate with it and a small container of ranch. “Here, beans.”

“Thank you, mama.”

The doorbell rang, and (Y/N) looked at the clock on the stove. 11:49 am.

She went to the front door and opened it, “Hey, mom!” She greeted her mother with a hug happily. “How are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking you, right?” She nodded behind her, where Grayson was helping (Y/N)’s dad get the luggage out of Ethan’s Jeep. “We’ll talk.” She patted (Y/N)’s shoulder, moving past her and into the house.

Lisa Dolan walked up the porch afterward. “Hey, honey.” She took (Y/N) in an embrace. And wow, was (Y/N) putting on a brave face—she didn’t think today would be this emotional for her already. Of course, she knew she would be an emotional wreck at some point throughout the day, but she didn’t think it’d be before the party even started. “How’s everything?”

“He told you?”

She just nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but you know I’m always here, no matter what happens, okay?”

“Yes. Thank you, Lisa.” They hugged again, then she went inside. (Y/N) stayed by the door and kept it open so that her dad and Grayson didn’t have a hard time getting the luggage in.

Once they got everything inside, she greeted her dad. “Hey!” he beamed. They exchanged words, then he went into the kitchen to take GiGi out of her chair and swing her around like she was on an airplane.

“So, we can put all of the cups and plates and stuff outside on the present table, and when Ethan comes, he’ll put up the pinata. Does that sound okay, (Y/N)?” asked Lisa, who was helping (Y/M/N) gather all of the utensils in a bag to be set outside. “Then that way, all you and Gray have to do is get her ready and bring out the cake and ice cream.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Mama,” GiGi said from her grandpa’s lap. “I want chocolate ice cream.”

“We got the swirly kind, bunny.” Grayson replied before (Y/N) could. “Chocolate and vanilla.”

“And my own cake?” She asked. “Don’t wanna share.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, baby. You have a little cake all to yourself.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Yay!”

***

Once the festivities began, all of GiGi’s friends came from her daycare and around the neighborhood; Grayson even invited Austin, Catherine, Elle, and Alaïa to join in on the fun. All (Y/N) wanted to do, though, was cry (and drink). She managed to step away from the party while the kids played in the bounce house—that was supervised by Ethan, the self-proclaimed bodyguard—and sat in the kitchen at the island, laying her head in her crossed arms and letting out a much-needed sob…which turned into a wail.

Grayson walked inside, grabbing a bottle of water, but stopped as he heard a cry. He turned his head and saw his wife laying against the kitchen island. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking a seat next to her. “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She choked out, sitting up and wiping her eyes. “I just had to let that out.”

“Is there…something going on?”

She shook her head, saying, “No,” and hoping he’ll go away.

“C’mon, there has to be something going on with you…with us.” He fought the urge to comfort her by rubbing her back like she liked. “I just want answers.”

“Well,” she said, really just wanting him to go away. But not really. She’s not sure; but she does know, two weeks without him constantly questioning her was something that she was starting to enjoy. “I do, too.”

“Huh?”

“I just want to know what you’re thinking, since you want to be inside my head so damn bad.”

“I just want to come home.”

“So come home, you do pay half the mortgage.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want though, because you don’t want me here.”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what it seems like.”

“But that’s not what I said.”

“Okay,” he stood, going into the refrigerator and getting the bottle of water he came into the house for initially. He took a big gulp, leaning against the stove across from her. “so then what?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to come home?”

“Of course, I do.”

“But...?”

“But all we’re gonna do is fight.”

He nodded tightly. “So you’d rather me leave and us drift apart than for us to work it out.”

“I never said that!” she exclaimed. “That’s what pisses me off about you; you always twist my fucking words. If you’d stop trying’ to be right all the time, maybe we wouldn’t fight as much.”

“Maybe if you didn’t say dumb shit all the time, I wouldn’t have to twist your words to make sense.”

“This is the shit that irks me.” She huffed.

“Let me ask you this, though,” he cleared his throat. “are we done?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

His demeanor changed back to how he was when she saw him this morning. “I don’t want us to be.” She could tell, though he was putting on a brave face, he was hurting. “I just…I just don’t want us to give up.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Fight me!” he shouted, making her jump slightly. “Scream at me, call me names, yell at me, anything! Literally anything is better than how we’ve been lately.”

“I don’t want to fight, though.”

“But we gotta get it out. So here we are—right now. Why are you mad at me?”

“Grayson, not right now—”

“Yes, right now. Gia’s being supervised and we have thirty minutes until it’s time to cut the cake. So we have thirty minutes to fight.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “You want me to go first?”

“Sure.”

He sighed. “I thought you were sleeping with your boss, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“What?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Are you fucking dense?”

“No, I’m not. I thought you were fucking him because you kept getting promoted; so I figured he must like you for a reason outside of your job performance—”

“Probably because I’m a good person.” She retorted. “Or, maybe, I’m just really good at what I do.”

“So you weren’t sleeping with him?”

“No. God, no.” She shook her head. “But while we’re on the subject, I was told by one of the other moms at Gia’s daycare that Miss Rodriguez wanted you to leave me for her.”

“Huh?”

“Yup.”

He thought for a moment, his mind racing. “Our daughter’s teacher wanted me to leave you... for her?”

She nodded tightly.

“I literally didn’t know about this until just now—but wait, is that why you didn’t fight me when I left?” He asked lowly, almost scared to ask.

“Yeah.” The lump formed in her throat again. She choked out, “I thought you’d made your decision.”

“Hey.” He rushed over to her, sitting next to her as she started to cry again. This time, he didn’t think twice about pulling her into his arms, feeling her body shake. “Honey, listen to me…I would never, ever leave you. Okay?”

“But you did.”

“Yeah, I did. And I regret every second of me being gone. I just thought you’d wanted space, or you realized that I wasn’t what you and Gia needed.”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder and she really thought she was gonna die because of how deprived she’d been of his scent. “Of course, you’re what we need, idiot. I wouldn’t be anywhere without you.”

“That’s not true.” He snorted. “You’re the most independent woman I know.”

“But you convinced me to move out here after us doing the whole long-distance thing. You, for some stupid reason, persuaded me to elope with you—”

“—but it was fun, and you loved it, so shut up.”

“—and I came back pregnant. But you gave me our little cookie. And in between all that, you built me a house for us to live in, you bought me a car, and when I asked for a puppy, you were more than willing to get a puppy just because I asked.”

“And I really would’ve, if I didn’t like to live.”

She laughed. “I say all that to say,” she sat up and took a moment to really look into his eyes. “you’re the reason why I am who I am.”

“I could say that about you, y’know. I could say that before I fell in too deep doin’ shit I knew wasn’t in my best interest, you showed up and you saved me.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

“I love you, okay? A lot. And we have to get better at telling each other how we feel. Because I’m not leaving again, and divorce is not an option.”

“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck like she used to, running her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling slightly. “A lot.” She leaned in and kissed him.

He grinned like a teenager with a crush—which, some would say, he still is—kissing her again, grabbing her by the face. “We’re not doing this shit again, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.” She winked.

“Do not get me started.” He kissed her again. He pulled away. “So what are we gonna do about Miss Rodriguez?”

“I’m gonna beat her ass.” She shrugged. “She almost ruined my marriage.”

“Or, we could just take Gia to a different daycare.”

“Whatever.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen. “Whew, there you are! C’mon, she wants you guys.”

The couple got up and made their way to the patio, him opening the door for her like he used to. But before she could leave, he grabbed her gently by the forearm. “Hey,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

[bussanbaby]

don’t judge a book by its cover

happy birthday to @magnusragnor​! my dear elle, you’re an amazing friend, the sweetest, kindest, smartest and most incredible person ever and you’ve made my life so much better. i love you a lot and i hope life treats you as kindly as you treat other people. i wish you a lot of happiness, health and success in whatever you want to achieve <3 hope you enjoy this little gift :*

“Do you think they’re in a gang?”

The question comes as a surprise in the vague quietness of the library, pulling Magnus out of his little reverie. He puts down the book he was about to scan, turning on his heel to find Ragnor staring out of the open window, the edge of his tea cup resting against his chin and eyes focused on something, or rather someone, outside. With a sigh, Magnus leaves his place behind the counter to join him at the windowsill and before he even leans his elbows against it, he knows exactly who Ragnor is talking about.

The small campus courtyard is filled with sleepy students and trees covered in a multum of red and orange shades, but beyond the colorful crowd, just on the edge of the parking lot neighboring the cobbled square, there’s a spot of darkness. Two guys and a girl are talking, stood around their motorcycles - the machines are sleek, elegant and expensive-looking, while the trio themselves are clad in all-black outfits; what really goes with the gang aesthetic are the matching leather jackets with a symbol on the back that Magnus doesn’t recognize, since it doesn’t seem like anything present-day or even from this millennium.

Magnus watches the girl smile brightly at something said between them as the cold breeze plays with her long hair. He shrugs. “Maybe they just have an effortless style, unlike you.”

At that, Ragnor gives an overdramatic gasp, his hand positioned over his chest. “You’re hurting my heart, dear friend.”

“If only you had one.” Magnus quips back, wrinkling his nose at Ragnor, who makes an ugly face in return, eyes rolling at their antics. They share a quiet laugh and sip their respective teas, cardboard cups embellished with the university cafe’s logo.

A beat passes and Magnus pulls the sleeves of his burgundy sweater over his hands, eyes trained on the mysterious strangers. The academic year only started a week ago and it’s been six days since Magnus first noticed them, just after he picked up this side job at the library.

The trio are currently the hottest gossip, because no one really knows anything yet; where they’re from, what they’re studying or what’s with the jackets. Magnus doesn’t have any classes with them and he’s heard some people doubt whether they’re students at all.

“Anyway, which one of them is it you’re obsessed with, again?” Ragnor asks, mirroring Magnus’ position, bumping their shoulders together too playfully to make the question sound innocent. 

“Tall, dark, and handsome. And I am not obsessed, just curious.” Magnus’ answer is tinted with exasperation - Ragnor seems to find immense pleasure in making fun of Magnus’ interests, but in his own loving way.

Speaking of interests; the blond-haired guy and the girl are laughing at something, with the Pretty Boy giving them a deeply unimpressed stare from where he’s seated atop his motorbike.

He looks ready for a photoshoot with his mussed up hair and long legs, bathed in the autumn sun. His fingers are playing absentmindedly with a strap on one of the jacket sleeves, as he listens to the ongoing conversation, mostly a quiet observer.

Magnus swears he’s not a stalker, but he always seems to find himself in the right place and time, having seen the boy pass through the courtyard more than a couple of times - always clad in heavy combat boots, torn jeans and a splash of color in the form of a flannel shirt beneath the jacket, an air of cool detachedness around him that makes people step out of his way.

The guy shifts in his spot, stretches his arms up towards the cloudy sky, body tensing and twisting like a cat that just woke up from a nap - Magnus has a beautiful view of the guy’s leather jacket stretching over his broad back, fabric fighting against his every movement, which makes Magnus think less than innocent thoughts, a small smirk curling along his lips.

“I’d ride that.”

Ragnor groans by his side. “Please tell me you’re talking about the motorcycle.”

The rest of Magnus’ shift goes by smoothly - not many people show up during the first few weeks, since there aren’t any exams to cram furiously for, nor homework that requires more than a cursory google search; Ragnor keeps him company a little while longer, but after that Magnus is left to his thoughts.

He doesn’t have any classes today, so he lets his mind drift through the list of things he’ll have to take care of when he gets home, from laundry to finishing that TV show Cat recommended him a week ago. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he carries a box of newly bought books over to the right bookcase, methodically setting them in their right places.

The library in itself is silent, only one or two people slowly turning pages over in the reading area, but the muted sounds of the campus living just outside the walls serve as pleasant white noise, the hum of car engines mixing with anonymous voices holding conversations in private little worlds.

The main door opens and shuts with an echoing click, followed by somewhat loud footsteps, meandering and stuttering as if the owner was unsure where to go. Magnus thinks he should check up on the newcomer, maybe direct them to the right section, so he quickly sets the last books in place and straightens up, one of his joints making an awfully satisfying sound in the process.  

Yet before he can even round the corner, he hears a cacophony of falling books, followed by a heavy sigh. Magnus peeks his head around the row of bookshelves to find Pretty Boy down on one knee, picking up volume after volume, his eyebrows pulled together.

Magnus’ eyes flicker to the precariously stacked shelves at the very top of the bookcase - not many people can reach them comfortably, so the lazy librarian before Magnus has been keeping unsegregated books up there, tempting fate until the whole thing comes down onto someone’s head.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence or a sign from the universe. Either way, it’s Magnus’ chance to introduce himself, find out the name of the person he’s been subtly fawning over. He steps closer and crouches down, reaching for the last book left on the tiled floor. 

Pretty Boy snaps his head up and Magnus is met with the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes, cheekbones to die for and lips that Magnus would like to get closely acquainted with. From afar he was already looking like a model, but up close, Magnus is pretty sure he’s just met an angel.

Shaking off the initial surprise, Magnus feels himself smile before he even thinks about it.

“Hope you don’t have a concussion from all that knowledge.”

To Magnus’ pleasure, it takes a moment for the boy to answer, mouth parted and eyes roaming over Magnus’ face with something akin to a mix between attraction and fascination. The feeling’s mutual, he thinks.

He smiles as well, in that slow way that makes his whole face light up, nothing left of the brooding indifference Magnus has seen before. His hand flies up to rub at a spot buried underneath curls of unruly hair that Magnus wants to run his fingers through. 

They both stand up simultaneously, holding each other’s eyes, even when Magnus puts away the book he was holding.

“I think I’ll be alright. After all,” He answers,his voice just as lovely as his grin. There is no way he’s in a gang. “I’ve only got myshelf to blame.”

Magnus feels the pun hurt deep in his chest, but laughter bubbles up and he can’t help it: he chuckles, watching that lopsided smile get even brighter, and it’s the most endearing thing Magnus has ever seen. They both end up snickering, shoulders shaking and eyes gleaming with mirth; Magnus presses his lips together in an attempt to calm himself down, but it takes a couple of deep breaths to escape the silly fit they’ve found themselves in.

“A man after my own heart.” Magnus says, offering a hand. “I’m Magnus, the librarian. I might be able to help you find what you need.”

Pretty Boy shakes his hand confidently - his palm is big and cold from the outside air, but it fits nicely in Magnus’ grasp; they both linger on the touch just a few seconds too long.

“I’m Alec.” He says, eyes flickering over to the bookshelf before he starts fidgeting with the edge of his jacket. “I was, uh, looking for the LGBT section?”

“We don’t have that specifically, but I can give you some personal recommendations,” Magnus answers, first glancing at the floor and then looking up at Alec with a coy smirk. He really wants to take this boy on a date, get to know him better, because the first impression has been almost too good to be real. “My shift ends in twenty minutes, so how about lunch?”

Alec hesitates for a split second before nodding, fighting down a smile.

“I’d love that.”