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Okay I think I’ve finally come up with a plot for that jervis story I was telling you about. This is pretty long- I’m sorry 😭

Basically could follow the same plots as the ‘come on Eileen’ story with an age gap but obv themed for Jervis’s character. For the sake of everything, since this could be already dark-ish, instead of Alice being his sister, she’s his coworker. Very similar story tied with the btas version. Anyways continuing that, let’s say reader is Jim and Barbara’s kid all the way from episode 1 when they were still in there couple era (I miss it 😔). Jim had custody over reader when Barbara was sent to Arkham but once she’s out and running the sirens club, her and Jim come to an agreement for the sake of the reader to co-parent. Reader is about 10-13 during that time and then jumping to like season 3 with jervis being introduced, reader is around 17-19 (I’m not sure if this is the realistic time jump but whatever). During the first episode with how Barbara introduces tabby to jervis, imagine that same scenario but with reader also present. Jervis realizes how much reader reminds him of the book version of Alice with their curiosity, ambition, etc. I’d like to imagine Barbara finds it cute in a way similar with that one fix you did when jervis was leaving stuff for the reader while tabby is like “Stay away from the baby 😡”.

Now when Alice gets killed, we know jervis makes him go through all these games of killing and stuff and then he has to choose the one he loves. Instead of Val, it’s reader. As much as Jervis doesn’t want to hurt his current crush, he tries to be nicer about it and shoots them where the bullet won’t damage them as bad?? Idk where else I’m goin with this lol. I’ll let you come up with whatever else you wanna do. Be creative if you’d like.

I’d say basically it follows the plot of season 3 but without Alice and reader is present.

Thank you Cupid 🙏🖤

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ONE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Everything's always the same in Gotham. Hard to imagine things changing.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Readers got trauma. Reader's also a cynic and dissociating. She fell first, he fell harder. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis and reader are soulmates, not just in his head but in real life! More about reader is revealed as the story goes on. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - ‘PART THREE, - ‘PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE,

Special thanks to @adalwolfgang for giving me the idea for this fic <3 really really excited to make this multichapter !!

♫ “Echoes of your name inside my mind / Halo, hiding my obsession.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You feel like your ten again, staring into space, watching the passerby's from inside a Gala. You're mother used to take you there, when you're dad wasn't available.

You sometimes miss it, even though you used to complain. You hated just sitting there, hours on end, seeing rich people dance; like there weren't people being murdered on the street two blocks down. Maybe you took after your father in that aspect. It was a curse.

Your mom used to do your hair. You remember the way she finger-twirled your curls, gasping as she looked in the mirror. Eyes wide, she always said the same thing.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous!" You'd laugh and hit her on the shoulder, young and innocent. Sometimes, you'd make a mess of her lipsticks and bronzer. You'd try on her dresses which were far too tall for your young stature.

The sound of yelling rips you away from your thoughts.

This place isn't a gala. It's a club. And you didn't get ready with your mom, you got ready in the morning, waking up alone in your dads house.

You watch the two men argue from across the bar. You're cradling a drink; unsure what to do with it. Selina had stole it for you, somehow. You didn't ask questions anymore. You'd known her since you were eleven and she was eight. You didn't really like to drink. She knew that. You don't know where she ran off too.

Mindlessly stirring your glass in your palm, you can't help but squint under the bright blue lights. This place...it's not your first choice of where you'd like to be right now. Never is.

You hear a feminine voice calling you to the front of the club, and you can already guess who it is. You haven't seen her in a little over a week, not that it matters.

You decide to down your drink anyway. Who cares.

Pushing your way through the crowds of Gothamites, you notice the stage light up. Your mother and Tabitha stand in grand dresses. Tabitha's resting, one arm on the bar, looking effectively bored out of her mind. Your mother, on the contrary, looks utterly pleased. You fight the urge to snort.

There's a man on the stage. Long hair, cat-like smile. Your eyes follow the contours of his cheek bones. He's spouting something about waking up from an animal-identity. You're frankly lost, staring into his dark eyes. They look pitch black.

Sounds of clapping arise from the back. You simply suck your teeth. Someone new comes into the club everyday with a different act. This guy certainly wasn't any different.

"A magician? Really?" Tabitha asks, interrupting your thoughts. She sounds displeased and confounded, unsure what to make of Barbara's smile.

"Hypnotist." Your mom answers, correcting her. Ah, so thats what he is. You think. Couldn't hypnotize himself to have a better act? You almost make yourself laugh. Barbara mistakes it for agreeance.

"See! I like him! Y/N likes him!" Barbara chimes, smile lighting up to be a bit more genuine at your laugh. "Like mother like daughter. Plus, the place is packed. Be happy." She waves her drink around. Tabitha still looks peeved.

You want to correct her, but the words 'like mother like daughter' make bile rise in your throat. You don't speak.

"Just a taste, ladies and gentlemen." The man purrs, pulling your attention to him. That dark stare of his never once leaves the crowd. "But now...let us venture into something more arcane."

His eyes drift to you in the crowd, and it feels like a jolt of electricity. You wonder if he feels it too. He must have, since he cocks his head, pausing in his words for a little too long. His brows furrow, until the crowd begins to murmur. It's awfully intense.

You tear your gaze away to look at your mom, wondering if she was who he was looking at instead. It would certainly make more sense, given they must've been around the same age. But as soon as your gaze leaves his, the man clears his throat, and goes right back to speaking.

"The hell was that?" Tabitha whispers to me, and my mind goes blank.

"...No clue."

We watch the rest of the act, intrigued. He makes a man stand on the back of a chair, which definitely does not obey the laws of physics whatsoever. I can see why some people might find this amusing.

Your mom does bring up a good question though.

"So you could get him to do anything you wanted?" She asks, abet too excitedly. You want to roll your eyes. When you were younger, she would've made fun of this guy with you.

The man looks between the two of us, and you squint your eyes.

"Did you have something in mind, Ms. Kean?" He asks, and her gaze darkens. You feel a little sick.

As the act finishes, the man takes one too many bows, but the crowd eats it up. That blinding blue light still bounces off his face. Something about it is...unsettling. You notice it more as he stalks towards the three of you.

"Very impressive, Mr. Tetch." Your mom compliments. Mr. Tetch, huh. Well, you finally have a name for the man. "You have quite the gift. But you didn't answer my question. Can you make people do anything you tell them to do?" She speaks, slowly. Mr. Tetch looks flattered at the praise.

He clicks his tongue. "Only things they secretly wish to do," he remarks, eyes falling on me once more. "It's surprising what people will wish for," His eye contact remains on you, voice getting quieter. "Secretly. Deep down." He repeats.

Your mother makes a sound akin to a pleased hum. Tabitha looks between the man and you, and she looks less than amused.

"True," Tabitha speaks, pushing you to the side a bit. You watch as his gaze leaves yours, and snaps up to her. There's a ghost of a scowl on both of their faces that suddenly makes you confused. "You must be a very popular man."

She takes a swig out of her drink as she says the words, a bit sarcastically. Mr. Tetch, or whatever his name is, doesn't falter in his resolve. He instead offers a polite chuckle.

"Oh, I wish. Parties like this help pave my way, so, thank you."

"And you're new to Gotham?" Your mom asks.

"Yes...just arrived from up north."

"You have a place to stay?" Tabitha asks, head cocked. You begin to feel a bit embarrassed, heat rising in your clothes. They're asking the guy way too many questions. And he's a new comer. Poor man probably doesn't know a thing.

Before the man can answer, you butt in.

"Let the man breathe." You huff, and all three of them look at you in unison. Eyes-narrowed on you, the man blinks. Barbara looks at you, surprised, and Tabitha glares daggers.

Silence surrounds the four of you, and you shiver uncomfortably.

"Just saying." You mumble. Barbara raises an eyebrow.

"You'll have to excuse her. This is my daughter, Y/N."

Jervis's face lights up in realization.

"Ah, I see." He remarks, taking your hand. Tabitha instinctively steps close, watching the way he takes it. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/N."

"Thank you," You say, softly, looking into his eyes. It really does feel like time stops. You can understand why people are hypnotized by him.

Tabitha finally steps in between you two, as Barbara watches the interaction with vague intrigue. He drops your hand with some reluctance. You don't blame him.

"I think you should get going." Tabitha says, firm. The man simply nods.

"Very well. Enjoy your night." He speaks. "Ms. Kean, Ms. Y/N." He bids one last nod of goodbye, before turning on his heel.

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Freaks & Geeks

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Rating: T (although as a general rule my blog is 18+)

Warnings: fluff, cursing, making out

Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and I’ve got a new hyperfixation bc whattup I’m Jared I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to be normal about fictional characters (lol)

SO! The reader is described as a senior in high school with Eddie and is also 18! The only physical description of the reader is that she’s shorter than Eddie. (I think- lmk if that’s not the case) Also there will definitely be at least one more part to this story!

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! My taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

Part Two Series Masterlist

“Here goes the freak again,” your friend Victoria muttered to you.

You looked up from your book to see Eddie Munson across the lunchroom standing on one of the tables ranting about god knows what.

You snorted a laugh, not at her comment, but at his theatrics.

You admired him honestly. He was himself, unlike most of the phoneys in this godforsaken school. It also helped that he was pretty.

“Honestly what is this guy’s deal?”

“Probably that the popular crowd are annoying as fuck,” you said and she laughed.

“He’s right about that,” she conceded.

“Did you hear that Chrissy and Jason-“

“Don’t really care,” you said, still staring at Eddie.

“Careful, the hearts are starting to show in your eyes,” she said with a giggle and an elbow to your side.

“What?! Are not!” you hissed at her and finally ripped your eyes from Eddie to look at her.

She continued her laughter and you elbowed her back which caused her to laugh even louder.

“It's not funny,” you muttered and returned your attention to your book.

“Sure, like anyone could possibly have a crush on Eddie “the freak” Munson.”

“Yeah, can you imagine?” you replied with an unconvincing laugh and grimace.

But every time Victoria was distracted you glanced over at Eddie, you couldn’t help yourself. It was a habit you were frankly addicted to.

He grinned at his friend next to him and you sighed wishing he was smiling at you.

You wondered if his fluffy curly hair was as soft as it looked. You wanted to run your hands through it.

And his hands, adorned with gaudy rings, were large. You knew they were, you handed him a pencil in class last week and it looked tiny in his hand. You couldn’t stop your mind from drifting and thinking about what it would feel like to have those hands on you.

And his eyes, anytime he spoke to you in class you felt like you were drowning in the soft warmth of his brown eyes. How could anyone accuse him of being the devil when he has such soft innocent puppy eyes?

“Hello?” Victoria snapped her fingers near your face in an attempt to get your attention.

“Huh?”

“Dear lord, you actually are checking him out aren’t you?”

Everyone around you was packing up and heading to the next class.

You snatched your book and the partially eaten sandwich in front of you and mumbled, “I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm heading to class.”

“Wait!” She grabbed your arm as she caught up with you and walked towards your respective classes together

“Sorry, I won't tease you anymore. Even if you have terrible taste in guys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a crush on one of Jason’s lackeys?”

“Shhh!”

“He’s a douche just like the rest of them,” you muttered.

“Eddie is a drug dealer!”

“Yeah but he’s nice,” you said with a shrug.

“Everyone demonizes him for being a dealer like they’re not all buying from him. It’s hypocritical,” you said firmly.

“Damn that’s a good point. You sure you're not being influenced by how, and I quote, pretty he is?”

You whipped your head around and glared at her as you reached the door to your next class.

“You said that entirely too loud,” you hissed and she laughed and waved as she walked away.

You walked into the classroom and slumped into your seat and rested your head on your desk. You tried your hardest to banish the conversation from your mind, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the metalhead that was late to class, to no one’s surprise.

Class started and you struggled to pay attention.

Eddie slipped in a few minutes late with a half assed excuse and a wink towards you as you giggled at the teacher’s exasperation.

The teacher handed out worksheets, busywork yet again.

God, senior year was such a drag. You sighed as you pulled a pencil out of your backpack.

“Pssst.”

You looked back to see Eddie smirking at you.

“Any chance I could borrow a pencil?”

You raised your eyebrows at him as your lips turned up into a smile.

You nodded and turned to grab another pencil from your bag.

“Maybe you should come to class more prepared,” you teased as you handed it to him.

“Now why would I do that when I have you?” He said with an award winning smile and a wink.

You looked away, visibly flustered and grinning.

You heard him chuckle and you just about melted into your seat.

You managed to finish your worksheet, but couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back at Eddie a few times.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he, wait a minute, he wasn’t even working on the worksheet. He was doodling on the back of it.

You snorted a laugh and he glanced up at you. He smiled at you, again, and you tried not to swoon. Honestly, the crush you have on him is ridiculous at this point.

“You know the answer to number one?”

“Yeah, it’s 4.7,” you whispered back.

“Awesome, and what about number two?”

“Eddie!” you whisper-yelled.

He had the decency to look sheepish at your admonition.

You rolled your eyes and checked to make sure your teacher wasn’t watching. She wasn’t, thank goodness, as she was talking to someone in the front row.

You discretely handed him your worksheet and with a smile he quickly copied all of your answers before slipping it back to you.

You put the paper back neatly on your desk and breathed a sigh of relief and stopped watching your teacher like a hawk.

“Thanks. You’re the best,” Eddie said as he reached over and squeezed your hand.

You were really worried about the power he had over you. All he had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and you were putty in his hands.

You were not the type of person to cheat or let others cheat off you, honestly Eddie is the only person you’d ever even let copy your homework.

And you hated it but breaking the rules with him thrilled you. You wanted to let him corrupt you even more.

You’d always been so uptight, you never broke rules, you were the perfect student and daughter, had good grades, and never partied. You were so bored with your life.

You admired Eddie because he didn’t give a fuck what others thought about him. You wished you could be so bold.

The teacher called out both your names in a reprimanding tone which caused you both to whip your heads around towards her and Eddie dropped his hand from its place on top of yours.

“Mr. Munson, have you completed your worksheet?”

“Oh absolutely,” he replied with a shit eating grin and you stifled your giggle. “Good, everyone pass them to the front of the class. If you’re done you may leave.”

You and Eddie both rush to pass your papers forward and leave the classroom.

He threw his arm around your shoulder as you reached the door and walked along with you in the nearly empty hallway towards your locker.

“I’m in your debt, what ever can I do to repay you?” he asked in a dramatic tone.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “I don’t know, maybe bring your own pencil to class?”

“Ah but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to you.”

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me,” you mumbled as you looked down at the floor.

“Really?” he asked with a smirk and you smiled bashfully as you looked up at him. You were hyper aware of his arm around your shoulder and the warmth of his side against yours.

“Have you ever played D&D?”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled.

“Right, right, sorry, you’re too pretty to play such a nerdy game.”

“I did not say tha-”

“I’m saying it. You’re really pretty,” he said as you both stopped walking and stood in front of your locker. He removed his arm from your shoulder and placed his hand on the locker next to you as you leaned back on it.

“Y-you’re really pretty too,” you said as you bit your lip and looked up at him.

“Do you want to hang out later?” he asked, his voice softer.

“To play D&D?” you ask skeptically.

He laughed, “No, we can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You smiled then said, “Wait, this isn’t just because I let you cheat off me, right?”

He placed his hand on his heart and staggered back a few steps like you stabbed him. He gasped and widened his eyes dramatically, which caused you to huff out a laugh.

“Of course not. How could you think that?” He said, lips turned into a grin as he came close to you again. He placed his hands on the locker behind you, one on each side of your head and your laughter caught in your throat.

“I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out for a while. What do you say? Tomorrow night around seven? I can pick you up.”

“Y-yeah that sounds really nice.”

The bell rang and the hallway was suddenly flooded with other students.

“Bitchin’. I’ll see you then,” he placed his hand on the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You looked up at him, wide eyed and flustered as your heart raced.

He smiled at you one more time before he walked away.

You heaved a breath as you watched him disappear into the crowd and leaned your head back onto the locker and closed your eyes.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” you muttered to yourself as you turned around and opened your locker.

—--------------------

The rest of your day passed uneventfully, though maybe that was because you were so distracted with thoughts of Eddie you couldn’t focus on much else.

“Victoria!” you yelled and grabbed her by the arm as she walked past you without seeing you.

She laughed, “Hey, I was looking for you!”

She linked her arm in yours and started walking with you out of the school and towards the parking lot.

“So I heard…”

“Hold up. Me first. I have news.”

She smirked and her eyes sparkled like she knew what you were going to say.

“Eddie asked me out!”

She squealed and you couldn’t help but squeal with her.

“I was hoping that’s what happened! The whole school was talking about you and him!”

You laughed and couldn’t stop smiling.

“Yeah he asked me out after class. I’m freaking out, we have to go to the mall. I have nothing to wear,” you said as you tugged her towards your car.

“Yay! This is the best day ever. I knew you had a massive crush on him.”

“Yeah, great detective skills, Sherlock,” you snorted as you let go of her arm and unlocked your car.

As soon as you both were settled in the car you tore off towards the mall, intent on finding the perfect outfit.

______

“I’m so nervous I think I’m gonna throw up,” you said, phone cradled between your shoulder and head as you finished painting your nails.

“Take some deep breaths. It’s going to be okay,” Victoria soothes.

She heard you take the deep breath she ordered and she laughed.

“You have the perfect outfit. You’re going to look-”

“Bitchin’?”

She snorted, “Yeah hun, you’re going to look bitchin’.”

“What if…”

“He’s gonna love you. I promise.”

“It’s not that…”

The silence lingered for a few moments.

“What?”

“I might have exaggerated my history with guys the last time we played truth or dare,” you said as you bit your lip.

She gasped, “Truth or dare is sacred! How could you?”

“I was embarrassed!”

“So? How far have you gone?”

“Um… well it was like a year ago and-”

“Seth, right?”

“Yeah, we uh we only ever made out a little bit,” you said, nerves coloring your tone.

“What? He told the whole school that-”

“Yeah well he’s a liar,” you grumbled. “He wanted to go further but I was scared and he was being a dick about it so I dumped him.”

“Oh hun,” she said sympathetically.

“Yeah, so uh, yeah. There’s that,” you mumbled.

“Okay, don’t stress. This is only a first date, okay? And besides, Eddie is nice. He’s only had two girlfriends since middle school and neither of them have ever said a bad word about him. I’m sure he wouldn’t pressure you. He might be a total freak, but clearly you’re into that. It’ll be fine,” she reassured and you nodded along with her words.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” you said as you took another deep breath.

“And if he’s anything but a perfect gentleman I’ll beat his ass,” she threatened and you laughed.

“You’re the best, thank you,” you said.

“Of course, hun! How long until he picks you up?”

You craned your neck to look at the clock in your kitchen.

“Shit. Fifteen minutes. I gotta go get dressed. Thank god my nail polish is already dry.”

“Okay have fun! Call me tomorrow to tell me how it went!”

“Will do! Bye!”

You slammed the phone into the receiver and raced to your room to change into the outfit you had picked out.

_______________

“You see that one there?,” he pointed up and to the left, ”That’s ursa major.”

You laid beside Eddie on a blanket next to lover’s lake and stared up at the stars.All the get to know you topics had already been covered and he made you laugh so much your cheeks hurt from smiling. His side was pressed against yours and you reveled in his warmth. The food he brought for the picnic was already consumed and the first date jitters were long gone. The moment was peaceful and the warmth of his presence warded off the chill of the night air.

“Oh really?”

He snorted, “No idea.”

You giggled and shoved his arm.

“Hey! It could be!”

“It could also be literally anything else,” you teased and he laughed with you.

“Those ones together look like a dragon,” you said as you pointed up.

His gaze followed your finger.

“Totally,” he agreed with you.

He placed his hand on your arm and slid it up so his hand was cupping yours and moved your finger to point it at a different constellation.

“Those ones look like a wizard,” he said as he smoothly brought your hand down and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Oh, it even has a hat!” you exclaimed and he chuckled with you.

“So, I haven’t asked yet, but, what alternate dimension did I fall into that you wanted to go out with me?” he asked and his tone was joking but there was a current of vulnerability you could feel.

“What?”

You looked over at him and studied his profile in the dark.

“I mean, you’re pretty much perfect-”

You cringed and he looked over at you.

“Don’t call me that, please,” you whispered.

“I- I’m so tired of being perfect. I feel like I don’t even know who I am because I’ve been so tied up in trying to be perfect for everyone else. And you, you’re amazing! You are completely yourself and do whatever you want to do and I admire you for that,” you said passionately.

“Wow. Well I can definitely show you the ropes on how to be imperfect and land far below everyone’s expectations.”

“Eddie-”

“No, listen, seriously, you are amazing and I just don’t understand-”

“Eddie! Stop- stop putting yourself down. I have had a crush on you for years, okay? And-and not to be creepy but my life is so boring and the most exciting part of my day is watching you be so-”

“Batshit insane?” he supplied when you couldn’t find the words.

You snorted, “Sure, if that’s how you want to phrase it. I just feel like I’ve wasted all of high school. Like, it’s supposed to suck but it’s also supposed to be fun, right?”

“I can show you how to have fun, sweetheart,” he murmured and you felt your face flush with heat as you flustered.

It was so dark you could barely see him, but throughout the conversation the two of you had edged closer to one another and with every breath you took, your chest brushed against his.

He placed a large hand on the side of your face before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

His plush lips were soft and gentle yet insistent on yours. He pulled back to give you a chance to breathe but only a beat later you surged forward to kiss him again.

His hand slipped from your cheek to the side of your neck and you gripped his shirt as he deepened the kiss.

You kissed him, desperately as a fire ignited inside you that you’d never felt before.

You slipped your hand into his hair and tangled it between your fingers and he groaned into your mouth as his tongue slipped against yours.

You rolled from your side to your back and yanked him with you so he was on top of you. Your chest heaved against his and his thigh slipped between yours.

The hand that wasn’t on the side of your neck was gripping your waist and you made a high pitched whimpering sound you’d never made before.

“Fuck, sweetheart you’re going to kill me,” he groaned as he pulled back.

You cut off your sound of disappointment from his abrupt end of the kiss as his lips moved to your jaw then down your neck.

Your hands moved everywhere they could reach, you gripped the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, down his back, before you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel his skin.

He sucked on your pulse point and you gasped and your hands on his back attempted to pull him impossibly closer.

And then, oh god, his teeth, his teeth were on your neck and you moaned, loud enough to probably echo across lover’s lake.

“Eddie,” you whined as he chuckled and repeated the action on the other side of your neck.

You tugged his face back up and eagerly pressed your lips against his once again.

He moaned your name into your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours.

He kissed you for what honestly could have been hours, you lost track of time as you drowned in him.

“Hey! You kids down there better get out of here!” a man shouted as a flashlight shined on the two of you.

You squealed as Eddie laughed boisterously and scrambled up onto his feet. He yanked you up with him, grabbed the blanket you had been laying on, and with his hand holding onto yours he raced towards his van.

You stumbled as you struggled to keep up with him and he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you upright as you both kept running.

You were giggling now with him as he led you to the passenger side door and helped you into your seat. He raced in front of the van, and jumped and clicked his heels together with a wink towards you, before he yanked the door open on the driver’s side and jumped in.

You were still giggling as he said, “You ready, sweetheart?”

He leaned in to kiss you again and you pushed his face away, “Eddie! Drive!”

He chuckled as he drove like a bat out of hell away from the lake and back towards town.

You turned the volume up as AC/DC played through the speakers and Eddie gaped at you as you headbanged along to the music.

“You’re my goddamn dream girl, I swear!” he yelled over the music and you laughed.

You sunk into your seat as he pulled into your driveway.

You looked over at him, hand over the bottom of your face as you suddenly felt bashful again.

He grinned at you as he turned the music down to a volume more conducive to talking.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you said.

“Even though we almost got busted by the cops?”

You shoved at his bicep as you laughed.

“That wasn’t really a cop, was it?”

“Nah it was probably just old Mr. Wilkerson, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

You rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“So my band has a gig tomorrow night, you wanna come?” he asked, voice hopeful.

“Um, at The Hideout, right?”

“Yeah! Normally we play on Tuesday nights but the band that plays tomorrow night canceled so they asked us to fill in. Isn’t that great?”

You smiled as his grin reached practically from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s awesome! I just- uh- I don’t have a fake ID,” you mumbled, embarrassed as you bit your lip.

“Oh! Don’t worry, baby. They won’t card you unless you try to order alcohol.”

You smiled bashfully at the term of endearment coming from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

He reached over and pulled you to him as he planted a firm kiss on your lips.

“Goodnight,” you said as you pulled back.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he pulled you in again, and again, and again until you were giggling against his lips.

“Eddie, I have to go,” you whined.

“Just one more,” he said as he grinned and kissed you deeply.

He pulled back and you pulled him back in with a whispered, “Just one more.”

It was barely a kiss as you both couldn’t stop smiling, you kissed his cheek then quickly opened the door of the van and hopped out before you were tempted to stay with him forever.

“See you tomorrow, Eds,” you said with a grin.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he called out as you shut the door.

He rolled his window down and wolf whistled at you as he watched you run up to your front door.

You turned and stuck your tongue out at him which caused him to chuckle deeply as he turned the music back up and drove away.

Everything taglist:

@spideysimpossiblegirl @dinandgone @ohpedromypedro @littlemisspascal @tombraider42017 @kirsteng42 @just-here-for-the-moment

Eddie taglist:

@bunnywritesmarvel @crazycookiecrumbles @kindnonny23-2

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female! reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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ashe-delta · 1 year

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I am now reading this green tea bitch manhwa because it looked cute, last lesbian romance manhwa I read was Ring My Bell and I loved that shit.

This is like a half live reaction half thought out post so forgive how messy this post will be. I figured I’d try something different. It will also be long. The number in front shows what chapter the thought is on. TL;DR: It’s good and very sweet and cute. Ends a bit too early

[3] this girl is a FREAK I love her so much

[4] Oh yikes that backstory is rough I don’t know about that one chief

[5] god it’s so refreshing to just see people say “gay” after all the weird beating around the bush manga does half the time.

[6] this is an EXCELLENT reaction image I’m gonna have to use this all the time

[6] why do I have a feeling half of this is just me going “they like me fr” over and over again

[6.X] the author’s non canon bonus panels are really cute to be honest I love that they aren’t even trying to act like they won’t get together

[8] TRUE

[9] hey swinging a bit too close to home there that one hurt. yowch [9] oh they’re lesbians they’re gay oh my poor heart

[10] jesus FUCK she’s gay. Holy fuck you’re such a lesbian oh my god girl

[11] I think I just have a thing for stories about a seemingly straight person figuring out they’re gay because like Ring My Bell I find this turbo sweet

[12] Oh god. I am not immune to lesbians. holy shit. oh my god

[13] oh she’s absolutely not straight she’s fruity as fuck actually. my heart

[14] Token gay best friends in straight media are out. Gay best friends in gay mediums are my new friend

[14] THE EGGS BEEN CRACKED HOLY FUCK SHES SO HOMOSEXUAL ITS CRAZY

[15] I love her so much holy shit lol

[16] I’m going to be a puddle on the floor when this is over it’s literally over for me I can’t handle romance it’s so fucking cute

[17] oh wow she went straight to her mom that’s pretty brave. Although I guess not out of character for her. And she seems pretty cool about it too that’s fun good to see there to be no drama there.

[19] Hopeless supportive mom honestly goes so hard as an archetype

[20] oh my god. Oh my gfucking god. Hoyj god fuck shit

[22] im not okay im not okay im not okay

[23] oh my god I can’t it’s so cute

[24] this is devolving into me just squealing like a school girl every chapter over how cute it is

[25] I could just read about them being mushy for 200 chapters and I still wouldn’t get bored

[27] love that she starts as the straight person and ends up gayer than the protag

[28] I’ve had a permanent grin on my face for a while now this is so fucking cute

[29] Wait the grin is gone why does she have to have such bad parents

[30] I don’t like her mom very much

[31] I unironically hope her mom dies of a mysterious illness I can’t believe she caught the homophobia bug fuck you mom

[32] Supportive moms rule man

[34] That has got to be the most depressing time skip I’ve seen come on man

[37] The ending is kinda brutal how they had to not see each other for a whole year but I’m glad they get to finally live together in college it’s so sweet holy shit

This was very sweet and worth reading if you watch fluffy romance, I just wish the ending was a bit better because it was kinda out of tone compared to the rest of the manga (I honestly expected her to move in with her girlfriend since they seem financially well enough for it, it would make sense for the tone of the series). Regardless I fucking love lesbian romance

#personal #manga mumblings #That Time I Was Blackmailed By the Class's Green Tea Bitch #I might make a separate blog for this to be honest. This format is very fun but not fitting the typical tumblr blog much #also I realize manga mumblings doesn't work here because it's not a manga but it's a tag not a cop shut up

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zalrb · 1 year

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SKINS REWATCH - CASSIE

1. I will never get tired of this theme song.

2. And again, Cassie waking up in a gross room with a bunch of passed out teens would be a “statement” in Euphoria, in Skins, this is just the lifestyle for these teens. The reason why Cassie is feeling a type of way right now isn’t because they partied but because it involved food.

3. But seriously, this is really gross, lmao.

4. “Michelle, it’s me, Cas.” “Crazy bitch. Never fucking eats.” Yep, I’m leaving your ass to sleep in so your mother comes home and freaks the fuck out.

5. I said that if Jal were with them last episode, they would never get into a brawl with posh kids and then drive a stolen car into the river but I mean, she was there for this disgusting food party and now they’re all jumping out of Michelle’s house in their underwear, so.

6. Cassie’s episode is actually pretty dark/sad considering that no one is actually leaving her notes to eat but she manifests that Sid is sending her texts/leaving her notes in her mind because a) she knows she needs help and she wants to eat b) she wants someone to actually see her/care about her enough to notice that she isn’t eating and she wants it to be Sid.

7. Also Cassie’s parents

would be Delena as parents

But actually, they leave Cassie to feed her infant brother so they can go upstairs and have sex

which Cassie can hear

8. Lol there are no responsible adults in this world.

9. I also love that the woman checking Cassie out of the institution is the mother of Abigail who’s the posh girl’s party they went to in the first episode, such a great callback “Carpets were ruined!”

10. And the Mad Twatter being in Group. Great tie-ins.

11. POSH KEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY LOVE

12. Lol it’s funny how I did an essay on feeling represented in Skins because Jal code switches when she’s at home with her brothers and when she’s at school and the slang the Black kids use is patois (Jamaican) and it’s the same in Toronto.

13. Sid, that looks like a truly disgusting lunch.

14. I would not continue eating my fries if someone reached over and rearranged them.

15. And Cassie showing how she gets away with not eating is always a really good scene, a really heartbreaking scene and it’s also a part of the flow of the show without it being like AND WE ARE MAKING A STATEMENT HERE.

16. Sid’s vague protection of Cassie when Tony is a complete dick is sweet. But also, lol, Sid. I remember a friend who LOVED Sid and I was like ............ OK. I don’t hate him, just, bold choice.

17. Lmao Chris yelling THAT’S ANGIE is just lol. Obviously that relationship is entirely problematic and should not have happened but Chris is sweet. Which is WHY he shouldn’t have fucking DIED.

18. I like how no one just thinks to ask for a bit of money from their parents and pool it but it’s also just very teen. We’ll think of a solution to keep you from being worked over by an unhinged drug dealer ............................... well I have sociology.

19. Nice ending. I’ve watched Skins a few times over the years but I think this is the first time I’ve ever thought that Alan was a figment of Cassie’s imagination.

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damn-daemon · 2 years

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And all odds for Kaia and Obi-Wan (yes I’m bringing them back I miss them)

I know next to nothing about them at this point, but here we go...

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with 'because I love you!'?

Definitely Obi-Wan. That man wears his heart on his sleeve, he just doesn't know it.

3. Do they wear the other's clothes?

Well, no. That would be awkward in the Jedi Temple haha

5. Describe their cozy night in.

Passed out on the couch before they even get to do anything because they work themselves to the bone and have no structured sleep schedule.

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Uh, no.

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

Well, they're Jedi, so they don't. That said, they have enough "children" to deal with as it is. *cough* Anakin *cough* Yeah, he counts for like five kids.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

None of these questions really work for Jedi, huh? They always try to hide their emotions, but Obi-Wan and Kaia have a strong enough bond that they can always sense when the other is distressed.

13. Who's the bigger tease?

Both. We know how Obi-Wan flirts, and she knows all his tricks.

15. Do they always say 'I love you' before leaving?

Well, no, cause Jedi. Also, they don't need to. They **know**

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

I'd say Kaia. She's all about taking action.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

*cough* Jedi *cough* but damn do they wish they could sometimes.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

They would both defend one another, no doubt, but not via fight. Words mostly. Kaia is definitely tending to wounds. That's what she does.

23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Shockingly, Obi-Wan.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Political banter lol. And hatred of flying.

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after the party?

I feel like Obi-Wan could totally hold his liquor, and I fully blame it on Qui-Gon. So, Kaia would be the light weight.

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Is that a thing? I mean, Obi-Wan is likely to jump *out* of an elevator.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy?

Well, they've perfected the art of resisting certain urges. That said, I don't think they'd need to constantly touch one another anyway. Also, they have a Force bond, so they're cheating anyway.

33. Who's the better cook?

Honestly? Neither. They're both terrible.

35. Who's more artistic?

Probably Kaia.

37. Which is more likely to swear?

I think it's equal. They're both the sort of person who thinks of creative insults but when they're at a loss it's just "well, shit."

39. Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

Kaia. And it doesn't matter what he thinks, they're keeping it.

41. Which one would take their jacket off and drape it over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

Honestly, if one is cold, then so is the other because they probably did something stupid that involved them falling into the water.

43. Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

Oh please, they'd both do it.

45. Can they fall asleep without each other?

They'd die of sleep deprivation if they couldn't.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

lol their relationship *is* the secret that could ruin, well, their relationship. They're absurdly honest with one another. There are no secrets, save for the ones they keep from everyone else.

49. Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

Again, not really. Not the way their relationship is. They can be apart from one another for long periods of time. They've adapted to it. As long as they know the other is out there, they're fine.

51. What's a non-verbal way they say I love you?

Straightening out one another's robes. It's not much, but it is a brief physical interaction they can have without it meaning anything to anyone else. It's their way of saying "I'm here, even if I can't be."

53. Would they ever go skinny dipping?

Not seriously, although I'm not saying there weren't bets involving the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

55. Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

I don't think they see the stars the way most people would. I think they're gazes would be turned toward the earth instead.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

Oh, Kaia is the random shopper. You know Obi-Wan has a list and a gameplan when he shops.

59. Who tops? Who bottoms?

Obi-Wan is def the bottom in this relationship.

#lol now to forget about them again #happy nikki?

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otakween · 2 years

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0-sen Hayato - Volume 2

This manga is incredibly boring for me to read...but it’s only 4 volumes and it’s Japanese practice so whatevs. It’s vaguely interesting from a historical perspective, but every chapter feels pretty much identical. Also, it’s blatant war propaganda which is gross. Oh well, product of its time~

Chapter 12 & 13

-Two very action heavy chapters. I'm honestly pretty bored by action (more of a story person) so I was struggling to not fall asleep. Basically the gang get ambushed by guerilla fighters and the American's sinister fake medical boat scheme is revealed. Hayato and Ishiki get their revenge.

-We get the first bit of graphic violence in chapter 13 with one American getting his fingers and toes shot off. Still pretty tame (not a lot of blood), but freaks me out just the same. I think stuff with small body parts affects me the most (eyes, ears, fingers, toes, etc. )

Chapter 14

-Hayato and his friends impress everyone by shooting down 5 American planes with their triangular formation. Rival guy is butt hurt. Everyone gets sent on a secret mission and Hayato's daddy is involved. Hayato is excited to see his dad but his dad treats him like just another soldier. The reader knows that deep down inside, his daddy loves him.

-Again, the life and death dogfights are treated like a friendly game of tag lol

Chapter 15

-Hayato and Ishiki don't follow their leader's rules and get stuck in the middle of nowhere without any fuel. Hayato's daddy pretends he doesn't care because "going rogue during a war is unforgivable," but then he reveals his true feelings and cries. Tachibana flies off to help Ishiki and Hayato back to the aircraft carrier.

-Even though I don't really care about war stuff, I can appreciate that this manga is very lovingly drawn. The airplane scenes look very impressive and the characters are very distinct from one another. It's definitely a manga where it doesn't matter that I don't understand what they're saying half the time because the plot is mostly just "pew pew pew Japan banzai!"

Chapter 16

-Some dude dies and they throw him in the ocean (RIP). Hayato blames himself because he disobeyed the rules which led to that guy dying. He gets over this really quickly lol.

-The gang are ordered to go on a mission but they're worried because they have no idea how much firepower the enemy has. They secretly plan to send some men to scope things out using a plane that is forbidden to use.

Chapter 17

-The gang gets shot down by the Americans and fly off in the forbidden plane that contains the soul of some dead guy. I struggle to follow along because all of the planes look the same to me lol.

Chapters 18-19

-The gang sneaks aboard an American ship, eat their food, and dress up like them. Somehow they fool the Americans into thinking that they’re allies despite being a completely different race. Seems legit.

Chapter 20

-This chapter was nice and easy to understand, mostly because it relied on a lot of cliched dialogue. The boys get captured by the Americans and smacked around a bit. Hayato can randomly speak English, I guess (they didn’t stylize the speech bubble or anything, so that part was confusing). In the end they end up blowing up the American’s ship and flying off to freedom. Huzzah! (RIP American soldiers).

Chapter 21

-I swear, the scans just keep getting harder and harder to read. Sometimes the kanji is just a smudgy black blob. I don’t think even a native could read some of the speech bubbles.

-In this chapter Hayato passes out due to an injury yet somehow still manages to land his plane. Ishiki says something about adrenaline or sleep walking. After that the boys fight over who gets to take down “King Satan” (an American plane, I guess?)

Chapter 22

-Hayato continues to be a terrible role model “I know I’ll probably die if I fight in this condition but TOO BAD!”

-The characters have a pretty chill reaction to Ishiki getting blinded and then “dying.” I would expect more grief for a main character, but I guess that’s how you know it’s a fake out.

#0 Sen Hayato #manga #０戦はやと

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radiant-reid · 3 years

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Lost and Found

A/n: From this request. I’m not sure even I like this lol

can you do one where spencers 1 year old daughter gets kidnapped by an unsub somehow? :) and maybe show the team getting her back / finding the unsub

From @spencharry

Summary: The BAU helps get Spencer’s kidnapped daughter back to him... and her mom(?)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then Fluff)

Content Warning: child kidnapping, usual CM case details, single dad Spencer

Word Count: 3.6k

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Odette Reid was the light of her father's life. There was nothing he would do for the little girl.

Her parents were in nothing more than a friends-with-benefits relationship when she was conceived. Spencer tried to convince Max that, even without romantic feelings, they could move in together and co-parent their baby.

Max debated it her whole pregnancy but ultimately decided she didn't want to be part of the baby's life. He couldn't object to her decision because it was hers. But he wanted to raise their daughter, and she had no problem letting Spencer, one of the most morally correct people she knew, do it.

Spencer proved his devotion to the little girl every day. It was rough when she was a baby, crying all night, and he didn't know what to do. But when she sucked on his fingertip and drifted off the sleep, it was all worth it.

He consulted by phone for a while, slowly getting more trusting to leave Odette with JJ's babysitter and, once she slept through the night, Will, so he could work cases again.

Sometimes, Odette stayed with a babysitter at Spencer's, one of Y/n's friends, who stayed overnight when they were on a case.

It affected him, constantly worried about the little girl. But knowing something so pure was his made it easier to deal with the horrible things he had to see.

Everyone at the BAU loved her. Even before they met her when Spencer's face softened in a way they'd never seen as he brought her over. JJ and Matt offered him advice about everything he couldn't learn from a book.

Y/n, who had joined the team when he went to prison, offered him counsel. Although she didn't have kids, she had some experience as a babysitter and lived an apartment block over from him. So, she assisted in raising the little girl. When Spencer was freaking out, Y/n was the calm one.

The team had been on a case since Tuesday night which was quickly wrapped up by Thursday morning. It felt all too easy.

The profiler fit and the unsub, Elliot, confessed, but he told them it wasn't over.

Just wait. This isn't the end.

The threat rang in everyone's ears as they got on the jet and flew back to Quantico. Something about it felt different than the usual menacing complaints they got from unsubs, but they all tried to ignore the intuition.

"If we all get through the paperwork now, then you can all have tomorrow off," Emily told them once they got on the jet, getting in the SUVs to drive back to headquarters.

Y/n sat next to Spencer in the back, Luke in the passenger seat, and Rossi driving.

"Look at this." Spencer held out his phone to Y/n, on it a paused video with Odette.

Y/n took the phone, pressing play as she listened to Odette's babbling. The little girl was sitting in JJ and Will's living room with toys in front of her. She recognized Will's laughter behind the camera as Henry entered the picture.

"Hen-y." Odette squealed in the video, reaching out for him as she clenched and unclenched her fists.

Henry gently placed a kiss on her cheek, carefully wrapping his arms around his cousin.

When the video finished on the last frame, Y/n stared at the screen for an extra moment. "Aww, she's so adorable."

Spencer smiled fondly at the picture on his phone. The overwhelming love he had for his daughter only grew each day, even more, when they were apart.

"I know." He proudly agreed. "She is so smart, as well. Counting Henry's name, she can say 19 words, 7 more than I could say at 14 months." He continued bragging, not that Y/n minded at all.

"She still can't say my name." Y/n playfully complained, pouting at him.

Spencer held a hand up in defense. "Hey, that's not my fault."

Y/n shook her head at his lousy defense. "You're always rambling to her. Clearly, you just don't talk about me enough." She accused.

Spencer just laughed at her. Y/n was probably with them for 80% of the time Odette was awake.

"I should call at lunch, just to make sure she's okay," Spencer mentioned. He knew Will would be at work by then, Odette and Micheal with the babysitter while Henry was at school.

Y/n nodded, not seeing his check-ins as obsessive.

"Is it a new dress?" Y/n asked, checking the video. She figured she knew every item of clothing Odette owned.

Spencer nodded, flicking through his camera roll to find a picture of her in the dress.

He had never cared to learn technology until he realized Odette wasn't going to be a baby forever. There was also a part of him that worried he'd inherit his mother's illness and not be able to remember his own daughter. So it was his security.

"Here." He showed her a picture of the curly-haired baby in an adorable lilac dress. "I brought it, with Garcia's help. And look how cute it is." He bragged, both about his own ability and his daughter.

One of the first problems they'd encountered in Spencer's time as a father was that he had absolutely no idea how to dress his daughter. For an entire year, Penelope had come shopping with Spencer to ensure he wasn't dressing Odette in mismatched patterns.

"Wow, go you." Y/n complimented, finding Spencer almost as cute as his daughter. Although Y/n hadn't seen him getting his degrees, she wasn't sure how he could be more excited than he was about his parenting accomplishments.

They arrived back at Quantico only minutes later, all of them quickly getting started on their paperwork so they could go back home as soon as possible.

Y/n was making herself a coffee when Spencer came into the room, pulling out his phone to make his call while he absentmindedly made himself another coffee.

"Hi, Olivia." He greeted the babysitter. "I just wanted to let you know I'll be there to get Odette in an hour, maybe 2 maximum." He let her know. Y/n caught his eye, raising her eyebrows at him, knowing he must have almost been finished with his work. She still had at least 3.

Y/n noticed his face twisted as he listened to whatever reply he was getting.

"Max? Are you sure?" Spencer asked quickly. Y/n could almost see his pulse quickening as his eyebrows furrowed like they did when he didn't understand something.

She knew Max saw Odette occasionally, maybe 4 times in her life. But Spencer's face was flooded with concern, going paler and clearly more worried than he would have been if Max was with her.

"Did she still have blonde hair?" Spencer asked into the phone. It was a question that confused Y/n, why it would matter what Max had done to her hair. But the answer Spencer got must have caused him even more concern.

"Uh, yeah, thanks." He replied in a high-pitched voice and a blank look on his face.

Y/n knew something was wrong. She had a crushing feeling inside her that usually alerted her to danger. She reached out to grab Spencer's hand, stopping him from pouring coffee in the already overflowing cup.

The hot liquid coated the bench, slipping down onto the floor, was a sign of Spencer's mind working. It was either running at 100 miles or completely blank, she couldn't tell.

"Spencer, what happened?" Y/n carefully asked, noticing his hands shaking in hers. He looked close to fainting, so close she pulled him over to the small couch, making him sit down.

Spencer went to speak, but no words came out. His lips just quivered, his hands shaking as he brought a finger to his lips.

"Max isn't in DC." He finally managed to get out as the shock wore off. Y/n's eyes widened, piecing together the puzzle.

Luke casually walked into the room, not knowing what was going on. Y/n took her eyes off Spencer for a moment, turning to Luke. "Can you go and get Emily?" She requested sternly.

Luke took one look at Spencer, heard Y/n's serious tone, and quickly walked out of the room.

Spencer was almost hyperventilating, letting his head fall into his hands, running his palms over his face as if it would wake him up from a nightmare.

"Are you sure it's not Max? Maybe she came back without telling you?" Y/n suggested, trying to calm him down.

Spencer lightly shook his head, the shock making his actions and voice soft. "She always tells me." He replied.

Emily walked in a moment later, closing the door behind her and sitting in front of Spencer. "What happened?" She asked as calmly ask possible, trying not to cause Spencer any more alarm. Even she had never seen Spencer look so vacant and detached.

"Odette. She's... gone." Spencer figured. As soon as he said it, he couldn't stop crying, the tears streaming down his cheeks as loud sobs left his mouth.

Y/n reached out to touch his arm, rubbing it to try and soothe him.

"Gone?" Emily questioned, turning to Y/n for an answer.

"He called Olivia to tell her when he'd pick Odette up, but she said Max already had, but Max isn't in DC." Y/n briefly explained, looking sympathetically back to Spencer. Internally, she was freaking out, probably more worried than she'd ever been, but she knew she had to remain objective for Spencer.

"Emily, please, the unsub had connections to DC, and he said it wasn't over," Spencer begged, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Emily nodded, understanding what he meant. "It'll be okay." She tried to assure him, reaching forward to give him a hug. In her time at the BAU, she'd seen Spencer go through an unimaginable amount of trauma, and she knew having Odette missing would break him.

"Stay here," Emily instructed Y/n. "I'll get the rest of the team briefed." She quickly left the room, knowing how time-sensitive the case was.

Y/n cupped his hands with hers, trying to slow his pulse. She honestly wasn't sure what to do.

"Do you remember all the words?" Y/n asked him gently, unsure of how the shock would have affected his memory.

Spencer nodded, although he looked unsure. "She said Odette was picked up an hour ago by someone called Max." He said objectively. "Y/n, I'm the worst father ever." His emotions flowed out. Despite his untrue words, Y/n was thankful he wasn't compartmentalizing.

He broke down right in front of her. Sobs louder than she'd ever heard, and it was one of the worst things she'd ever seen. The look of despair on his face was harrowing.

"Spence, you know that's not true." She reminded him. There wasn't one thing in the world she wouldn't do to make it all better. "You raised that little girl all by yourself. She's so amazing, and that's all because of your continuous hard work." She assured him, a hand still on his arm to steady him. "It'll be okay. You know how good the team is, and we're not going to rest until she's back in your arms."

"You don't know it's going to be okay." Spencer harshly reminded her, shaking his head. "Children are... killed in 40% of stereotypical kidnappings."

Y/n was shaking her head before he could even finish. "No. You absolutely can't think like that. You know that stereotypical kidnappings are with relative strangers when the child is transported more than 50 miles from their home. There is nothing about this situation that's stereotypical." She replied just as sternly, desperate for him to see her point.

"I know." Spencer reluctantly admitted. All he could think of was the worst-case scenario. He had seen it play out too many times. "Y/n, I can't go on without her." He admitted quietly.

"You won't have to," Y/n assured him. She knew that was the truth. There was no doubt Odette would be okay.

The BAU were good at their jobs, and the unsubs clearly wanted something. It wasn't about Odette. As bad or good as it was, they had only taken her as a bargaining chip.

"Promise?" Spencer asked, holding out his pinky finger.

Y/n smiled for the first time since Spencer made his call. "I promise." She replied, linking her finger around his. "Now." She declared, standing up. "Are you okay to go out there?" She asked. Although she wasn't sure she wanted Spencer working while he was so distraught, she knew he wouldn't be able to sit there and wait.

"Yeah." He agreed, wiping the tears off his cheeks. Another thing he was good at was putting on a brave face.

Y/n offered him a hand up, wrapping him in a hug. Spencer tucked his head in the crook of her neck, letting her hold him. She needed it as well, having not had enough time to think about how she was feeling. She wasn't Odette's mother, but she wasn't sure how she could love her own children more.

It took one look for Spencer to assure her that he knew if he needed a break, he could take one.

With that, they left the break room, joining the team in the round table room.

Every one of them gave Spencer a hug, assuring him it would be okay, but trying not to treat him like a victim's family member.

"The child abduction rapid deployment team is already at work," Emily informed both of them. "JJ's gone back to see if anything's been taken or left behind." Y/n hadn't even noticed she wasn't there. "She's taken a sketch artist to talk with the babysitter. Tara and Luke are going back to New York to interview the unsub." She informed them, nodding to the two agents that the jet was ready.

They left the room after hugging Spencer once more.

"What do we need to do, Emily?" Spencer asked, trying to act like normal.

She smiled warmly at him. "We're going through the old case files. There's got to be a connection we're missing."

Spencer nodded, the two of them sitting at the table with Emily, Rossi, Matt, and Penelope to go through the masses of files that were being brought in.

It was tense as they went through every piece of the evidence, Spencer's annoyance clear when he could read as quickly as usual. He just felt helpless, like nothing he was doing would help. Y/n had to remind him that his brain was one of the best advantages the BAU had and he was an expert at finding patterns.

They found out Elliot had a prior criminal charge for assault- something not reassuring to Spencer- and his cellmate, Ryan, lived in DC.

Tara and Luke's questioning only led the unsub to not reveal whether or not he knew anything about Odette's kidnapping. His threats were due to the fact he told his former cellmate the FBI was investigating his crimes.

JJ delivered a description of the unsub who took Odette, accompanied by the sketch artist's interpretation.

From there, the last job fell to Penelope, searching through the database to find a picture of Ryan. Then, she found his sister, a match to the sketch.

Y/n's heart rate picked up once Penelope found the address. No one could stop Spencer as he stood up, racing out of the room.

"Spence-" Emily started, although it was lost on Spencer. "Y/n, go. We'll come for backup." She assured the younger girl.

Y/n left the room quicker than she ever had, taking the stairs to ensure Spencer wouldn't leave without her. He wasn't a violent person, everyone knew that, but with his daughter was at stake, there was no telling what he'd do.

Spencer waited. Y/n knew because his seatbelt was already on by the time she got in the car, something he only ever did when he was already driving.

"I need you to do this with me. I don't know how I'm going to react if there's not a witness there." Spencer explained without being asked. The way he spoke alarmed her, but she understood it.

They didn't talk on the drive there. Y/n had no idea what to say. She didn't even know if talking was the best thing to do.

As they drove, Spencer looked increasingly determined. More focused than Y/n had seen. The tip of his tongue peeked out of his lips as he tapped his forefinger against the steering wheel.

When he parked the car, he didn't immediately spring out. Y/n reached over, squeezing his hand to let him know it would be alright.

He nodded at her, stepping out of the car. Both of them met Emily, Rossi, and Matt in the hall of the apartment floor.

Emily nodded towards Matt, informing them it would be he who kicked down the door.

"We'll call each room once we've cleared it," Emily told Y/n and Spencer. They all knew this was the dangerous bit. The part of their jobs when unsubs often made rash decisions. They were just hoping Odette was far away from the criminal siblings.

With a deep breath in, it started. "FBI!" Matt called, gun raised as he kicked open the door.

Guns in hand, ready to be fired, they split to clear each room.

"He's here," Emily called out, letting the rest of the agents know she'd found Ryan. Rossi joined her, making sure the arrest went smoothly. Matt continued to clear other spaces of the apartment.

Y/n's heart was thumbing similar to Spencer's when she opened the last door, gun still raised. If the woman and Odette were in the apartment, this is where they'd be. Every minute of the previous few hours built to that moment. Spencer had never been as nervous.

She walked in first, gun trained in front of her as her eyes scanned the room. A nursery. Why an adult-designed apartment had a nursery, she didn't know.

In the middle of the room, in a rocking chair, was the female unsub, Linda. Odette wrapped up in blankets in her arms. It became apparent it wasn't a kidnapping-for-ransom situation.

A quick glance at Spencer let her know he was going to speak first. "You love Elliot, don't you?" He asked, clearly catching her off guard.

"Of course." She replied. "And he'll love me more after he meets Lily." So, it was a kidnap-for-attention-from-a-lover kidnapping.

Y/n shook her head. "That's not her name. And you're not her mother."

Linda did not look happy to hear that. "Yes. I am. Elliot told me." Both Spencer and Y/n were profiling, realizing the original criminal came up with the whole plan. For whatever sick reason, they didn't know.

Spencer decided he'd try snapping her out of her delusion. "Her name is Odette, she had her first birthday in December, and she's my daughter."

Linda clutched the baby tighter to her chest, not enough to wake her. "She doesn't have a mother. She needs a mother."

As much as he tried not to wince, Spencer couldn't help it. Odette didn't have a mother, and it was a fact he couldn't change.

"Elliot made you take her, didn't he?" Spencer asked. Receiving a nod, he continued. "A baby isn't enough to make someone stay." He admitted honestly. Y/n knew what it was in reference to and she wanted to hug him right there. "I know your mom wasn't there for you, but I promise that so many good people love Odette." He continued, sneaking a glance at Y/n. "Elliot was lying. He does that a lot to you, doesn't he?" Spencer prompted.

Linda nodded, rocking Odette in a way Spencer knew made her fuss. "But he loves me." She said as if she were trying to convince herself.

"Why would he ask you to take someone else's baby if he did?" Spencer pushed, not waiting for her to answer. "Ryan loves you. He's your blood, and he's going to get in big trouble for helping you take her if you don't give her over now."

Linda looked torn, wanting to indulge in her fantasy and keep Odette so Elliot would love her, but she could tell Spencer was telling the truth.

"Hand her over. We know it was all Elliot's idea." Y/n reminded her. She knew how dangerous manipulative people praying on their delusional partners could be.

Linda stood up as Emily entered the room. She gently placed Odette into Spencer's arms, a clear sign she didn't want to harm the child. Emily was quick to put her in handcuffs, taking her out of the room.

Instantly, Y/n put away her gun, standing right next to Spencer. Spencer held Odette to his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder as his hand glided over her back.

She stirred awake, not looking trouble at all as she grabbed at Spencer's hair. "Dada." She spoke.

Spencer pulled her away, holding her in his arms. "Yeah, hi, sweet girl, it's me." He cooed in his baby voice.

Y/n played with one of Odette's brown curls, watching as she recognized Spencer's face. He wasn't even trying not to cry, the happy tears streaming out of his eyes.

In there was a glimmer of sadness, Y/n could see it. And she knew what it was about. "Spence, you know she doesn't have to have a mom to have a proper family?" She tried to remind him.

Her voice got the attention of both the Reid's. She didn't expect what happened next. Standing in a creepy nursery after hours of stress and worry. But it was all forgotten.

"Mommy!" Odette squealed, reaching out to her.

If seeing their reunion didn't make her cry, hearing Odette's squeal did.

Spencer looked just as shocked, tears still in his eyes as he held her. Y/n reach out for the little girl, resting her finger in the little girl's grip. It felt warm. Both of them looking down at the baby made everything fit together.

"I know she doesn't have to have a mom." Spencer started, looking between the two of them. "But she has you."

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wayfaringmd · 2 years

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I need perspective: I'm 32 and just found out the other day I have urogenital sinus. My urethra is where my gspot should be. My new gf found it and I got to my gyno as fast as I could to figure out what was going on. I've had her for 16ish years. She said she knew about it but as I was healthy, everything was working, and it wasn't causing me issues, she didn't want to worry me over 'nothing'. I guess she's right but it doesn't feel like 'nothing'. I kind of feel like I was left in the dark about my own body. Do I have the right to be upset about this? Is what she did ethical? Did she have the right to regard a condition as 'nothing' and not tell the patient? Would you have done the same thing? Like what's a doctor's stance on this sort of situation?

P. S, I don't know how I lived this long without figuring it out myself. I guess things just lined up. Oh and my doctor who takes care of that area never said anything lol

So much of this question doesn’t make sense to me.

1. Just for future reference, the G-spot has only recently been identified as having a distinct anatomical location and structure. Its existence was debated for decades but a study in 2014 described its histological appearance. That being said, it may not be an identifiable location by the naked eye. (Ostrzenski A, Krajewski P, Ganjei-Azar P, Wasiutynski AJ, Scheinberg MN, Tarka S, Fudalej M. Verification of the anatomy and newly discovered histology of the G-spot complex. BJOG. 2014 Oct;121(11):1333-9. doi: 10.1111/1471-0528.12707. Epub 2014 Mar 19. PMID: 24641569.)

2. The urogenital sinus is an embryological structure. When a fetus is developing, it initially has a cloaca, which is one common opening leading to what will later develop into the rectum, urethra, and vagina/uterus (Image 1). It initially divides into a urogenital sinus (which later will divide again into the urethra and vagina/uterus) and an anorectal canal (later called the anus).

In theory, if the urogenital sinus fails to divide, then the person would have one common opening for both the urethra and the vagina (Image 2). In actuality, the thing sometimes called a urogenital sinus is more often a product of abnormal hormonal influence on genital development and is associated with obviously ambiguous genitalia.

So the parts I’m confused about are 1) is it really a urogenital sinus or is it just a slightly displaced urethra? or a tiny dimple where the embryological structure once was (we see those frequently on the face as pre-auricular pits or branchial cleft sinuses)? 2) do you have a normal urethra and uterus and menstrual cycle? 3) Does urine leak from this hole? Is it perhaps actually a fistula of some sort?

The answers to those questions determine my answer to the ethics question. If the structure in question is just a little pit, then the doctor not disclosing its presence would be, in my mind, equivalent to a doctor not pointing out a random benign mole. It’s no big deal at all. But if it leaks urine or you have ambiguous genitalia or abnormal uterus, then it would be a big deal to not bring it up. There’s no solid guideline on what to bring up with a patient or what not to. I know many docs who don’t mention to their patients when they find benign-sounding heart murmurs. I personally mention them to patients and explain that they’re benign so they know they’re present and don’t freak out about them down the line and think I missed something major on them.

Image source: Thomas DFM. The embryology of persistent cloaca and urogenital sinus malformations. Asian J Androl. 2020 Mar-Apr;22(2):124-128. doi: 10.4103/aja.aja_72_19. PMID: 31322137; PMCID: PMC7155797.

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❝ 10 things i know about you ❞ l.jn

synopsis → there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

request → “if you're still accepting requests, can u make a domestic roommate!jeno? 🥺🥺 thank you and have a nice dayyy”

word count → 7.1k (bruhhh)

sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.

it’s not that he’s a lousy roommate or that you disliked him in any way; you just didn’t know him. you had first met through a mutual friend. they knew jeno was looking for someone to split rent with and that you happened to need a place to stay. they promised you he would give you privacy and assured jeno you were excellent roommate material. with that, arrangements were made and soon enough you moved in together. of course, it was a bit awkward at first but you two eventually got used to each other’s presence. although you were never in the same room for too long and oftentimes went days without speaking, you coexisted.

for a long time, you only knew a couple things about your roommate. for example, you were aware of his strong love for cats, especially his pet calico, seol. you also knew he kept the freezer stocked with pizza rolls that he would use as energy when he stayed up all night playing video games.

what you didn’t know, however, was that you would be spending the next couple months locked in your apartment with him. on top of that, you would begin to learn more things about him—his life, his personality, his feelings.

there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

1. he’s a heavy sleeper.

at 10:28 in the morning you find yourself seated at the dining table in the kitchen, spooning froot loops into your mouth. as you stuff your face, you scroll through your phone for entertainment. you decide to open instagram first but you quickly find that to be a mistake. as soon as you open the app a picture of lucas and who you thought was his ex-girlfriend greets you. if that was bad, the caption hits you like a ton of bricks.

@lucas_xx444: should have never left you

in only five words, lucas has completely erased the months you spent dating. it meant nothing to him. sure, things hadn’t ended things the best way but going right back to his toxic ex and even admitting to missing her—now that was a new low. was this his way of getting back at you? his way of making you hurt just like he had throughout your entire relationship? the thought alone leaves you feeling sick.

you decide you’ve already had enough social media for one morning so you decide to check your messages instead. your friends usually left a couple of them overnight. to your surprise, you find that your main group chat has accumulated 241 messages.

[10:48 am] you: good morning i see u guys have been vry chatty

[10:49 am] yeji: ur finally awake!

[10:50 am] yuna: we thought u died lol

[10:50 am] lia: YUNA

[10:50 am] lia: NO

[10:51 am] ryujin: the timing for that joke could not be worse

[10:52 am] yuna: humor is my coping mechanism leave me alone

[10:52 am] you: ??? what happened

[10:53 am] chaeryeong: we left msgs for a reason dummy read them!!

[10:53 am] you: umm there’s over 200 and im not abouta read all that

[10:54 am] yuna: well then lemme break it down

[10:54 am] yuna: the world is ending :)

[10:55 am] you: welp it was about time

[10:55 am] lia: why r u guys like this

[10:56 am] yeji: there’s been a covid-19 outbreak and it’s spreading like wildfire so the government issued a stay at home order :/

[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT

[10:57 am] ryujin: ikr it’s crazy we literally can’t go anywhere

[10:57 am] chaeryeong: and we can’t get boba today either ;( i was so looking forward to that

[10:58 am] ryujin: let’s pls take a moment of silence for all the current and future boba dates that will have to be cancelled

[10:59 am] yuna: no way am i gonna let some wannabe flu make me go boba-less i’m still going out >:(

[10:59 am] lia: ...ur joking right

[10:59 am] yeji: what color casket do u want yuna?

before the groupchat can distract you any further, you place your phone down on the table. you sit back in your chair and let the newly revealed information sink in.

you were stuck inside.

you sigh before standing to clean your dishes. as you’re scrubbing away at your bowl, you feel something brush against your leg. you smile, not even having to look down to know it was seol. the cat would often wander into your room or sleep next to you when you watched tv on the couch. in fact, you were pretty sure you spent more time with seol than his owner.

you gaze at jeno’s room. as always, the door is shut. you wonder if you should let him know what was happening. you two usually kept your distance but you figured that the circumstance you found yourself in was an exception. you quickly dry your hand and shuffle towards his room.

you knock once, quite softly. you assume he’s asleep so you try again, this time a little harder. still, no avail. the third time you put even more force into it. by this time, seol has found his way beside you and claws at the door.

“jeno?” you knock a fourth time. “jeno! lee jeno!”

after more shouting accompanied by incessant meowing, you hear some muffled movement. moments later the door knob twists open and there stands your roommate with disheveled hair and a robe that had obviously just been thrown on his body. seol has taken the open crack in the door as an invitation inside the bedroom.

jeno blinks a couple times as he watches the feline get himself comfortable on his bed. he turns back to you, looking slightly disoriented. you’re not sure if he’s half asleep or your sudden presence has thrown him for a loop. his voice comes out raspy when he asks, “was he, um, bothering you or something?”

you shake your head, vigorously. “that’s not why i came. it’s just that my friends told me that there’s been some kind of virus outbreak and we’re supposed to stay home. so, i thought i’d let you know.”

his face softens. “oh, cool.” suddenly, the look changes. “not the virus thing! that’s totally not cool. i meant, it’s cool that you let me know and stuff. you just saved me a huge freak out so, uh, thank you.”

you smile and nod. “no problem.”

jeno’s eyes linger as you retreat back into your room down the hall. the sound of his door shutting is heard only once you’re out of his eyesight.

2. he can cook better than you.

most of the time, you would go out to eat dinner with your friends in the evenings or at least stop by a drive thru. obviously, this was no longer possible in the midst of a pandemic. you found that to be incredibly frustrating as you sat on your bed, stomach empty. no matter how badly you wished to fix it, your laziness had gotten the best of you. apart from that, you already knew how unlucky you were when it came to cooking—the memory of burning noodles at lia’s house one night had been permanently seared into your brain.

you almost believe your mind is playing tricks on you when you catch a whiff of pasta in the air. for a moment you think it’s your next door neighbor, taeyong, cooking again. you knew he was quite the chef. but, the smell is getting stronger by the second and you decide it must be in your apartment.

you wander into the kitchen, only to find jeno standing over the stove. he’s stirring red sauce in a pot when he notices you watching him.

“oh, hey,” he greets with a polite wave.

you can only stare at the rest of the kitchen—pots, pans, and ingredients all over the place—in utter awe.

he chuckles, awkwardly. “yeah, sorry about the mess. i’ve been told i’m a decent cook but i can never seem to get the tidiness down.”

“no, it’s not that. this just all seems so... professional.” you sniff the air once more. “smells amazing, too.”

he smiles, sheepishly. “thanks. are you a fan of spaghetti?”

you nod.

“good. i wanted to make something you’d like.”

“you really didn’t have to,” you say, leaning against the fridge. “i mean, i’ve never done anything for you.”

he uncovers a pot to check on the pasta. you watch as hot steam rises out of it. “what about this morning?”

you can’t help but laugh. “that most certainly does not count. you’re making an entire meal. that takes a lot of effort.”

he waves a hand, dismissively. “i used to cook a lot with my old roommate, doyoung. the guy was an asian gordon ramsey, i swear. so, yeah, this is nothing too crazy. and i really do enjoy it.”

“well, i’m still gonna repay you.” you fold your arms.

he looks away from his dish to raise a brow. “is that so?”

you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”

“tell you what, if you wash the mountain of dishes that are gonna be left over, we’ll be even.”

you stare at the sink that’s already overflowing with dirty kitchen tools. that wasn’t even half of it. “uh, sure, sounds good.”

he laughs at hearing the uncertainty in your voice. “that’s the spirit.”

3. he’s allergic to cats.

the familiar sound of soft purring is what pulls you attention away from the movie playing on your laptop. already knowing exactly who it is, you launch yourself off your bed to allow your furry guest inside.

“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”

the calico meows, almost as if he were responding to your question. you close your door and go back to your original position. you notice seol sitting directly in front of your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“come on up.” you pat your sheets, invitingly.

he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.

“have you ever watched ‘avengers’?” you ask, eyes going back to the explosive fight scene on the screen.

this time, seol doesn’t even bother humoring you with a meow. he stays silent with his head tucked into his paws.

you scratch his head and his tail wiggles. “i’ve gotta stop asking you questions.”

both you and seol’s heads snap towards the door when you hear a knock.

“come in!” you call out.

jeno swings open the door. his eyes briefly scan the room before landing on the furball on your bed. the unmistakable look of adoration shines in his eyes when he sees how lovingly you caress him.

“seol! what are you doing in here? bothering y/n?” the cat jumps off your bed and towards his owner standing in your doorway. jeno scoops him into his arms and faces you. “i’m so sorry. he saw me running a bath for him and bolted.”

“it’s all good. he’s a great movie buddy. besides, i could always use the company.”

jeno curiously glances at your computer screen. “is that ‘avengers’?”

“yep. i’ve seen it like a dozen times.”

“same here.“ he pauses. “hey, if you ever need a movie buddy—like you know, one that talks—just let me know.”

your face lights up. “i’m gonna hold you to that.”

”i hope so. well, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta give this guy a bath.”

seol yowls as if he understands the meaning behind the words and attempts to escape jeno’s grip.

“here we go again,” he mumbles under his breath.

you snicker at the sight. “looks like you could use some help.”

“oh, no. it’s fine. he can just be a little bratty someti—seol!”

in the blink of an eye, the feline has successfully hopped out of his arms and made a run for it.

jeno gives you an exasperated look before rushing off to catch his runway pet. you find yourself caught up in the excitement so you follow him, the two of you now in pursuit of the calico. you’re sure the image of you both chasing the fluffy animal around the apartment looks like something straight out of a comedy. even you and jeno can’t contain your laughter when he finally catches seol only for him to slip out of his hold a second later. this exact situation repeats itself a couple times before you finally get lucky.

“i got him!” you screech. “jeno! oh my god! what do i do?”

“bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” he chants in response.

you head in that direction with jeno trailing behind you, ready to catch seol if he somehow manages to get out of your death grip. you bend over the bathtub, slowly lowering the cat into the water. it’s clear he doesn’t have a problem with making a fuss as he wails and flails his limbs around.

after a while, he finally calms down enough that you can lather him in shampoo. jeno insists on scrubbing him, arguing that you had already done way too much. you sit back on your heels, observing the way the seol leans into his delicate touches.

“looks like he likes it now.”

“he likes to make a big deal but he ends up enjoying it every—“ jeno cuts himself off with a sneeze.

“tissue?” you offer.

he shakes his head. “that’s okay, thanks. i’m used to it. i’m just surprised my allergies haven’t acted up ‘til now.”

“allergies?” you echo.

“yeah, i’m allergic to—“ another sneeze. “cats.”

your eyes widen. “really? and you still have seol?”

“i could never get rid of him. he’s too good of a boy. isn’t—“ sneeze. “that right?” he tickles seol under his chin.

“wow. you must really love him.”

“so much.”

“he’s lucky to have you.”

“what about you? you get both of us. doesn’t that make you the luckiest?”

you snort. “i guess it does.”

4. he makes a good shopping buddy.

“i have officially cooked everything we have.”

“i can order some takeout, if you want?”

he juts his lower lip out and gives you puppy eyes. “but i like to cook for you.”

you laugh at his expression. “oh god, you look like that one pouty emoji people use when they try to be cute.”

he sits up. “did it work?”

you nod and pinch his cheek.

he yelps. “ah, stop! you’re acting like my grandma!” he manages to get out of your grasp. he rubs his face, soothing the spots you had squeezed. “seriously, though, we really do need to stock up on food.”

“i’ve already been looking into it.” you show him the screen of your phone. “says here you can still go shopping as long as you wear a mask and try to stay six feet away from other shoppers.”

he cringes. “i don’t know if i like the idea of being so close to so many people.”

“i can go by myself, then,” you suggest with a shrug.

he doesn’t hesitate to deny you. “no way are you going alone.” his possessive tone has you staring at him curiously so he adds, “you know, in case you can’t reach something on the top shelf.”

the teasing comment paired with his innocent smile makes you gasp in disbelief. “lee jeno! that’s low! and to think i almost thought you were worried about me.”

“who said i wasn’t?” he smiles at you again before standing up. “i’m going to find us some masks and then we can head out.”

once you arrive at your local grocery store, you find it to be packed. everyone seems to be in a hurry, grabbing things left and right.

“wow, it’s already gotten crazy,” jeno mumbles, stopping to stare at the flood of people that rush by.

you don’t hesitate to scold him. “well, don’t just stand there! we gotta get our stuff before there’s nothing left!”

without another word you slip into the frenzy of people. jeno struggles to stay behind you. after almost losing sight of you a couple times, he walks a little faster to catch up and places his arm firmly around your waist once he does. you look up at him, your mask covering your slightly agape mouth.

being the gentleman he is, he apologizes. “sorry but i don’t want us to get separated.”

you can only nod and mumble, “good idea.”

jeno pushes the shopping cart with his right hand and holds your figure with his left. once in a while, you’ll break apart from each other to grab an item you need but once it’s in the cart, he’ll make sure you end up in the same position. after an hour or so, you’ve grabbed enough and you decide it’s time to pay.

despite the mask she has on, you can tell the middle-aged woman behind the cash register has a big smile on her face once she catches sight of you and your roommate.

“well, just look at you two.” she sighs. “how cute.”

“oh.” you glance at her then jeno then her again. “oh, no. it’s not like that.”

you attempt to move yourself away from jeno only to find his grip to be so incredibly strong that you almost begin to think he’s trying to hold you in place. once you finally detach yourself from him, you begin loading your groceries onto the counter for the employee to scan. she does so, but not before giving you a displeased look.

“oh really? he holds you like that because you aren’t together?”

jeno assists her in placing the scanned items in bags. “i didn’t want to lose her.”

she pauses scanning a can of tuna to stare him down. “darling, that sounds like a line from a cheesy hallmark rom-com.”

you can’t help but chuckle. “what he means is that there’s a lot of people here and we didn’t want to get separated.”

jeno adds, “desperate times calls for desperate measures.”

the woman adjusts her glasses. “well, you do certainly seem desperate to have her close to you.”

jeno doesn’t say a word as he continues bagging but his smile reaches his eyes.

5. he works out.

why did the pandemic have to hit in the middle of summer?

you often asked yourself this, complaining about how inconvenient it was. especially on the days that made your apartment feel like it was on fire. the days that required a thin tank top and shorts. even then, you found yourself to be drenched in sweat.

you sprawled your arms and legs farther on the sofa, the leather material proving to be very uncomfortable. it was either that or your bed with the warm cotton sheets that stuck to your body. just thinking about it brings you discomfort. the only relief you could think of was a cold shower. you would have already taken one if jeno hadn’t been hogging the one bathroom in the apartment.

“jeno!” you yell.

silence; other than the sound of the water running.

“lee jeno!”

the water stops, temporarily for him to shout back an answer. “what?!”

you wipe at the sweat that has accumulated on the bridge of your nose. “hurry up! i’m melting!”

the water starts back up again and you groan. hoping to distract yourself, you pull out your phone. the group chat with your friends is surprisingly silent so you go to instagram for some entertainment. this time, your ex-boyfriend’s post isn’t the first thing you see. it takes you some scrolling but you do end up seeing another one of his pictures.

it’s simply two intertwined hands with a black and white filter. you identify the one on the left as his and although you aren’t as familiar with the one on the right, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. contrary to the last, this photo has no cheesy words for a caption, just a red heart.

but, your stomach doesn’t drop. you don’t feel hurt, either. obviously, you still don’t enjoy seeing him just because of all the awful memories that came with it but other than that, you feel unaffected by the image.

in fact, you feel so confident in yourself that you block him.

you’re surprised you hadn’t done it sooner. you had known you didn’t need him in your life any longer so why keep in contact? you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you press the red button that would keep him and his girlfriend out of your life. you knew with your whole heart that you didn’t need to see either of them.

before, a bit if you had felt the need to keep an eye on him. to see how he was handling the breakup and torture yourself with the fact that he didn’t seem to care. now, you could say you truly didn’t either. you didn’t need him or his stupid pictures. you had other, better things.

your friends.

your cat (yes, you considered seol to be yours).

your roommate.

you had to admit, jeno was the best thing on that list. quarantine had brought you and him significantly closer and you were over the moon about it. he was so wonderful that you kicked yourself for having lived with him for so long without ever really getting to know him. but it was easy to say you two were making up for lost time seeing as you spent every waking moment together. the record long showers jeno took being an exception, of course.

the moment the door to the bathroom opens, you rush into your room and quickly grab an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants to change into after your shower. you nearly drop them when you’re met with jeno’s soaking figure in the hallway.

his hair is damp and you can clearly see how long it had become. his skin looks healthy and moisturized, lotion among other skin care products had probably been applied. what really has you in a shock is the fact that the towel barely hangs below his waist. the droplets of water that fall from his hair and down his neck trail down his chest and toned torso towards the only area he has bothered to cover up. his bulky arms are also slightly wet, his veins popping noticeably. he shakes his head in an attempt to rid his hair of any water. then he runs his fingers through it, his muscles flexing ever so slightly as he does so.

“dude!” you exclaim, without a second thought. “you’re ripped!”

he smiles, his round cheeks growing at the unexpected praise. the way he could have such a rugged body but soft-featured face puzzled you to no extent. “thank you. i lift sometimes.”

“sometimes?” you repeat. “don’t be so humble! you’re basically hercules!”

he clicks his tongue. “ah, c’mon. i’m just an athletic person.”

you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”

“oh god,” he groans, obviously flustered. “you’re looking at me like you’re gonna eat me or something.”

you hold yourself back from making a less than appropriate innuendo. “no comment.”

his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “quarantine is really making you go crazy.”

you point a finger at him. “you try being stuck inside with your hot roommate!”

“trust me, y/n, i know all about hot roommates.”

you tilt your head, acting purposefully oblivious. “are you talking about doyoung?”

“what? no i—“ he sighs. “you know what, just take your shower.”

6. you can’t say no to him.

jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.

you give him a disappointed look. “knock it off, you’re gonna get dandruff in your soup.”

he ignores your comment. “i look like a hobo.”

you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth. “this i know.”

“y/n, this is serious!”

“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”

“i already told you! i’m a bum!”

“you? a bum?” you pause to think about it. “i mean, mentally? maybe. but physically? no.”

“my hair, though. it’s so long.” he grabs a strand of it and pulls it to emphasize his point.

you shrug. “if having lots of hair is the standard for being a bum, i think most of the population is.”

“i want to cut it,” he announces.

“you should,” you say, pointing your spoon at him. “wanna know why? because if you mess up, no one will ever know. other than me, of course. but if you pay me enough i’ll let you forget it.”

he smiles at the joke for a moment before he leans forward and his face goes serious. “will you help me?”

“what? no way. i’ll mess up. and it’s only funny if you do it.”

he pouts. “please?”

you stir your soup around. “just watch some youtube videos. after three, you’re automatically a professional.”

“i want you.”

the statement has your neck snapping up from your bowl to him. the smug grin on his face lets you know that he was well aware of the double meaning behind his words. it was clear he was trying to fluster you enough to get a yes.

“you think you’re flirty enough to straight up brainwash me into doing stuff?”

“well, i wanted to say that to you anyway but... kind of?”

you feel a smile creep onto your lips at hearing the genuine tone in his voice. you down your last few spoonfuls of soup and quickly stand up. jeno looks up at you, eyes hopeful.

“finish your dinner. get the scissors. meet me in the bathroom.”

not even ten minutes later, jeno practically dances into the bathroom, a pair of red craft scissors in his hand. he sits on top of the toilet lid, figuring that’d be the easiest way for you to reach him. you walk in moments later.

“i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be using these types of scissors for hair,” he mumbles as he hands you the sharp utensil.

you twirl them in your hand. “oh, definitely not. do you want to wait then?”

he shakes his head, his shaggy bangs swaying with the movement.

“alright, let’s get this going then.” you thread your hands through his thick locks to collect some of it in between two of your fingers. you bring the scissors forward and snip the small amount just to test the waters.

you slowly begin to get more comfortable and once you feel like you’re in your element, things begin to speed up. you move and cut faster but with efficiency. you do the spots on the back of his head and work your way forward. when it finally comes time to touch up his bangs, your small bathroom proves to be an inadequate spot to be doing this.

you end up standing balanced inches above jeno’s thighs that he’s pressed together tightly in an attempt to give you more room. you’re constantly readjusting your stance and when he notices, his hands go to your hips. you know he’s just trying to help you stay upright so you do a decent job but you still inhale sharply at the feeling of his hands on you.

not long after, you’re standing next to jeno as he inspects himself in the mirror. his fingers flick his newly shortened bangs around.

“not bad.” he tilts his head in a new angle and nods. “looks super good to me.”

you tuck the scissors into your back pocket with a relieved sigh. “oh thank god. i didn’t want to tell you before we started but i only watched two youtube tutorials on trimming hair.”

he runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “now that’s truly worthy of praise. and a tip.”

you raise a brow. “oh yeah? what’s th—“

he cuts you off by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he pulls back and drags his thumb over the skin that has come into contact with his lips. “thanks again.” with that, he leaves you standing in the bathroom, eyes wide and face warm.

7. he has six best friends.

“can i borrow your laptop?” asks jeno, from outside your door, nearly breathless.

you look up from your book. “uh yeah, sure.”

he rushes in your room and takes the item off of your dresser. “do you happen to have zoom on it?”

you shake your head and he groans. without another word, he disappears, running off into the living room. you hear his frustrated sighs as the minutes pass and he attempts to download the application. you finally decide to go check it out once it becomes too much to bear.

“it sounds like you’re in pain over here,” you comment.

he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m supposed to meet with my friends through a zoom call but it’s so complicated.”

you put a hand on your hip. “bet you five bucks i’ll be able to get it in five minutes.”

“are you kidding? i might be technologically challenged but i’m not stupid. i know you can do it fast, just help me out already, would you?”

“alright, grandpa.”

you type and click away at the screen, jeno watching you do so, entranced but equally as lost.

“well, i was wrong,” you say after a couple moments, leaning back in your chair.

“you couldn’t get it?” asks jeno, worriedly.

“no, it’s not that.” you click something on the screen and the app opens. “turns out i could do it in three.”

he rolls his eyes and shoos you out of the chair. he sits down and enters the code and password for the zoom meeting. it takes a minute, but he finally connects. you count six other people in the call. they all immediately cheer at seeing jeno and you hear them excitedly exclaim his name.

“hey guys,” he says, a smile already reaching his eyes. “it’s so good to see your faces.”

they all nod to agree. you get a good look at each one of them and realize they’re all boys. your eyes read over each of their display names.

mark me in ur heart

hyuckie~~~

moomin enthusiast

nananananana

chnele

lil huddy

“nice name, jeno,” ‘moomin enthusiast’ guy comments, snickering slightly. “glad to see you finally came to terms with it.”

‘jenojam’, his name reads. the rest of the group laughs, also teasing him about it. you assume it’s some kind of inside joke.

the self proclaimed ‘lil huddy’ furrows his eyebrows. “wait, did you choose that name yourself?”

jeno simply nods in response.

he glares into the camera. “donghyuck, you told me i had to put this as my name or else it wouldn’t let me connect!”

donghyuck—or ‘hyuckie~~~’, you presume—shrugs. “oops. guess i was wrong.”

you laugh at the humorous exchange. it seems like the sound has drawn some attention to you when ‘nananananana’ speaks up, eyes trained on you.

“um jeno? don’t you want to introduce your guest?”

jeno beams, dragging you closer into the frame. “i’m sure you all know about my roommate. say hi, y/n.”

you do so, waving and smiling politely at the group.

“you know, even though we used to always hang at jeno’s, i don’t think we’ve ever actually seen your face,” ‘chnele’ says, tilting his head.

you agree. “me neither. i’ve mostly just heard you guys.”

the ‘mark me in your heart’ boy sheepishly rubs his neck. “sorry. we tend to be a little loud.”

‘chnele’ lets out a high pitched screech of a laugh. “only a little?”

“i recognize that laugh!” you blurt. “i would hear it all the time!”

”that’s our little dolphin,” coos ‘hyuckie~~~’.

“oh god, stop. i hate that stupid nickname.”

“it’s well deserved.”

“i think you should apologize to y/n for being a nightmare to her eardrums.”

“and ours, for that matter.”

“what about all your little freestyles? i’ve had to sit through hundreds of them and i never got an apology!”

“because they’re not bad! could you do any better?”

“you’re a soundcloud rapper, i think anyone could.”

jeno turns to you as the bickering on screen gets louder and louder. “this is gonna be a long call.”

once the group has moved on from roasting the life out of each other, you’re able to engage in some good-natured conversation. jeno teaches you the names and the other basics about the group. some points that stand out about the group is that mark is the oldest, renjun specializes in contemporary dance, jaemin inhales six cups of coffee on the daily, and chenle is insanely rich.

“what about jeno?” you ask them. “anything i should know about him?”

“he’s allergic to cats but the idiot still adopted—“

“she already knows about that, renjun,” jeno chuckles.

“oh. well. that’s pretty much the only interesting thing about him.”

jisung pipes up. “oh wait! he works out religiously too!”

you and jeno share a look. you burst into laughter and he simply glances away, slightly embarrassed. “oh yeah, i know that all too well.”

“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”

you nod at mark’s question. “that too. he cooks dinner almost every night around here.”

renjun purses his lips. “he already cooks for you? wow. he must really like you.”

“you think?” jaemin asks. “didn’t you read any of the messages in the group chat? he’s practically in love with her. his words, not mi—“

“okay! i think it’s time for us to go! bye guys!” jeno doesn’t even give you a chance to say your own goodbye before he’s clicking the ‘end call’ button in the bottom right corner.

you give him a confused look. “what was that all about?”

“they’re crazy.” he laughs. “well, if you need me i’ll be in my room screaming into my pillow for the next couple hours.” he dashes off leaving you standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened.

8. he‘s a great listener.

jeno has officially replaced seol as your movie buddy, not that you have a problem with it. you thought it was nice to have someone you could actually converse with but of course, you make sure seol still sits in.

“what i’m saying is that iron man just wants to protect his team.”

“well, if they sign the accords, they basically surrender themselves to the government.”

“and?”

“you don’t see a problem with that? see, captain america knows what he’s doing. he’s literally an avenger—“

“so is iron man!”

“let me finish! so, he’s an avenger, right? he has the best judgment because he’s saved the world countless times. he knows how to operate his team and do the right thing.”

“okay but there’s casualties. and that’s what iron man is trying to fix.”

“how do you save the world and not have casualties?”

“you just—“ your phone rings mid argument and you raise your finger towards jeno. “this isn’t over.” you put the phone to your ear, not bothering to check the caller id. “hello?”

“sweetheart?”

you feel a chill go up your spine. was it him? no, it couldn’t be. you had blocked his number shortly after you did so on all your social media.

“baby, don’t be so shy. i know you’re there.”

you can’t hold back. “please don’t call me that.”

he chuckles, breathlessly. “oh, c’mon. you used to love it. you still do.”

“no, i don’t. actually, i don’t want to hear your stupid pet names or stupid voice or see any of your stupid posts. just go bother your girlfriend and leave me alone.”

you notice jeno perk up beside you out of the corner of your eye. he must have been caught off guard by your irritated tone.

as always, lucas is unaffected by you. “i’m being nice and giving you a second chance. i even called you behind soyeon’s back.”

“is that something i’m supposed to reward you for?” you scoff. “congratulations, you’re now awful, toxic, and a cheater.”

he growls. the sound was familiar. in your relationship, if you heard it you knew he was going to snap at you until he had the satisfaction of making you cry. “i know you miss me so don’t say things you’re going to regret later. because even when you’re back in my arms, i won’t let you forget it.”

the thought of being back with him made you feel icky. but the fact that he sincerely thought you would crawl back to him set your entire body on fire. “are you joking? i was always aware of the fact that you treated me like the dirt you walked on but do you seriously think that lowly of me?”

you’re rendered speechless and apparently, so is he because the other line stays silent.

“i wouldn’t go back to you if you were the last person on earth,” you spit. “you treated me horribly, wong yukhei. i won’t ever forget it. move on. i have.”

you glance at jeno, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen it. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on your cellphone. the glare he gives the device is so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if even lucas could feel it, wherever he was.

you hang up and block the number, wishing to never talk to him again. you toss your phone onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. you find jeno’s gaze to still be focused intensely on it.

“if you gave lucas that look, i’m pretty sure he’d cry.”

he breaks his concentration, eyes going to you instead. his entire face softens. “all i’m going to say is he better pray we never cross paths.”

“well, if you happen to, call me up. i wouldn’t mind helping you beat the crap out of him.”

jeno chuckles for a second then lowers his voice to a whisper. “he was really bad to you, huh?”

you nod. “he messed me up. i hate to admit it ‘cause i know i was stupid to stay with him for as long as i did.”

your roommate shakes his head. “don’t say that. it’s not your fault he messed up the best thing that would ever happen to him.”

“i thought i was the problem for so long, jeno. i was so blinded by love. then, i realized there was no way he truly cared for me when he treated me like i had no heart to be broken.”

jeno scoots towards you and rubs soothing circles into your arm. “you have such a big heart. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that he took advantage of that. i’m sorry that you were stuck with someone so insecure and ignorant. please, don’t think about him anymore.”

you hold in your tears. you refused to cry over someone like lucas. “i know. i try so hard not to.”

jeno holds your head into his chest. his arms are placed securely on your back. “oh, baby.”

when jeno uses this pet name on you, it feels so completely different from lucas. you could tell me meant it. he wasn’t using it to make you stay a little longer, to assure you he loved you. strangely enough, you do not need to be convinced of that. you feel like you have known it for a long time.

9. he likes to be the big spoon.

you’re not sure how he’s done it but you end up falling asleep in jeno’s arms. you assume it had been so long since you had been cradled and rocked so delicately that the foreign yet extremely delightful sensation knocked you right out. even seol is deep in sleep, laying down peacefully at your feet.

you relish in the feeling of jeno pressed right into your back. he fits so perfectly against you that it reminds you of a puzzle piece. to be exact, the moment when you connect the last two pieces and the full picture becomes complete. that was how you felt—complete.

with jeno’s soft breaths tickling the back of your neck and his soft snores filling your ear, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his arm that is wrapped around you makes sure you can’t escape his embrace. you are positive that even if you had the liberty of doing so, you would stay exactly where you were.

you lean farther back into your pillow, closing your eyes. you let every thought fade away as you try to fall back asleep as soon as possible. you wanted the moment you found yourself in to last as long as possible.

10. he has feelings for you.

jeno mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he toys with your hair.

it just seemed right to him. like something he was meant to do with you. he had seen these types of things in films and shows before. it was intimate and touching, the scenes were always meant to tug at the audience’s heart strings and show how in love the two characters were. perhaps, even though you lay asleep in his arms, he wants you to finally know.

“honestly, being inside with you all the time is kind of the best. i know the whole virus situation is less than ideal but being able to spend so much time with you... that’s all i could ask for.” he pauses. “isn’t it so crazy how before this we were all weird and awkward around each other? well, i guess we still kind of are. that’s mostly my fault so... sorry. i just don’t know how to act around you sometimes. we’re barely getting close and i’m already this attached to you. as jisung would so kindly say, ‘i’m simping’.” he chuckles to himself. “all jokes aside, i really do like you. ever since you moved in here all cute and nervous, you’ve taken your own little place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. and these past few weeks, you just keep on taking up more and more room in there. not that i have a problem with it. i just...” he stops as if he doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. “really, really like you.”

“thanks.”

you feel him jolt then abruptly stop stroking your hair. there’s silence until he asks, “you don’t happen to be a sleep talker, do you?”

you shake your head.

“and did you hear like, a lot of what i said?”

“only the important stuff. like how awkward you are and how much you like me.”

“o-oh.”

“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”

you feel his relieved breath hit the skin of your neck. “that’s the best thing i’ve heard all day.”

you tilt your head back and stare at him, confused. “what, did you seriously think i wasn’t into you?”

he shrugs. “i was too busy simping, i guess.”

you can’t contain your laughter at the use of the slang. “park jisung would not be proud.”

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I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

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moxiety-my-love · 3 years

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My thoughts while watching the new Sanders Asides video

Intro: ooh, there's some warnings, so we know this is gonna be a spicy one

0:19- WTF WAS THAT ASIDES LOGO MAGI THING?? I LOVE IT.

0:26- remus' theme, very exciting

0:49- i'm glad to know that thomas is just as awkward as i am when texting lol. also, HE'S TEXTING NICO!!

0:52- logan!! the boy!! also, i think this is the first time we've seen one of the sides rise up in thomas' bedroom? not super exciting, but i thought it was interesting.

1:06- i absolutely would have laughed at '69' as well. sorry, logan.

1:33- i also have a 5am and 2pm version of myself, dw thomas.

1:43- rolling out of bed that way is SO damn satisfying. couldn't relate more.

2:14- logan, you're so cute. i love how he gets so excited about his schedule.

3:54- why is thomas turning old?? remus, what did that trap do?

4:00- it's nico! in real life! not cartoon!

4:12- oh, and ancient thomas is here too. that's fun.

4:18- how long has it been since remus has made a video appearance? since the first asides video, which was probably over a year ago? remus stans are quaking rn.

4:45- i just noticed the carrot emoji next to nico's name in thomas' phone and that is such a tiny detail and reference but it's so cute

5:31- remus, you bastard. also, a pin in the food feels kind of simultaneously evil but also below your standards.

5:59- KCUM

6:18- remus there are so many people in this fandom that you turn on, it's so not okay. also, i'm so here for the sexual innuendos.

6:35- it doesn't even surprise me that logan would ruin the updog joke

7:21- roomba on the loose, what crimes will it commit?

7:51- i like how the picture frames went blank; it's a nice detail. reminds me of when hermione's parents' pictures went blank in deathly hallows part two.

8:12- SHAPES AND COLOURS

8:49- roomba has committed a murder

9:22- ROOMBA HAS COMMITTED A LEGITIMATE MURDER

9:34- remus is allergic to soap confirmed

9:44- ok ok. i have a theory. one of the times that thomas' phone buzzes, he's going to pick it up thinking it's a chore alarm, but it's actually going to be nico.

10:04- pirate remus!!

10:11- patton would love the bratwurst pun

11:37- okay i'm here for the rube goldburg traps, but come on, remus. all that was way too much work to freak out thomas. just prank phone call the guy and that would be enough to send him into a panic.

11:56- being that he was in the closet for many years, thomas definitely knows that closets aren't sentient, logan.

12:19- is that supposed to be remus shapeshifting as nico? am i crazy?

14:16- okay so it wasn't nico. it was some random murderer. also, remus has a knife kink confirmed?

15:08- lovely singing

15:18- REMUS, YOU SAUCY BOY. intrulogical shippers are shaking right now.

16:05- can confirm, emergency ketchup does not seem like a necessity.

16:10- solanum lycopersicum!!

17:57- so he was shapeshifting as nico! i think this is the first side to do this other than janus.

18:55- what the fuscia?

19:02- vibey music

19:14- i just had a visceral reaction to logan saying "shake what your mama gave ya"

20:00- okay so i don't think remus was actually shapeshifting, he just created a fake nico as far as i can tell.

20:59- lol the butt scratching. reminds me of a dog.

21:15- wtf. tongue lollipop?

21:24- cruncy bug

21:55- ignoring dummies for dummies. are nerds in blue ties bothering you? iconic.

22:12- WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS? orange eyes obviously have to symbolize the orange side, right? and since logan was angry, maybe this adds fuel to the flame of the idea that the orange side is rage/anger?

22:21- checking your breath before answering a phone call is absolutely something i would do

22:42- nico! the boy is calling! he's so cute. also, i love the reference to the "Mr." thing they did in the last video.

23:50- logan is sad boy :( but go thomas! go get your man!

24:02- what? that's it? what a place to end off at!

24:45- it wouldn't be a sanders sides video without a hello fresh ad

25:05- i love that he has their number saved omg

26:19- bye thomas!

26:27- patton's here!!

26:34- and roman!!

26:43- and virgil! my FAVOURITE boy!

26:50- oh, logan. you deserve all the influence.

2720- ooh, virgil? some resentment?

27:55- thomas is officially in his feels

28:08- janus is here too! which makes this the first video to include all the sides, if i'm not mistaken. also, what's with the mysterious music?

28:21- the orange eyes again! damn!

Final Thoughts:

As always, I'll bey opinion. Nico and Thomas are so cute, and I'm happy we got to see more of them together. I was also excited to see that we got all of the sides in one video, finally, though I'm still waiting for some onscreen interaction between Janus and Remus. The ending was super ominous, so I'm curious as to what's in store for the future. And as you all could tell, I was clearly very interested in the possibility of being introduced to the orange side. I can't wait to see everyone's theories and such.

As always, I'll be tagging spoilers for 7 days after the posting of this video, and I hope you all will too! I'll be using the tags "ts spoilers" and "sanders sides spoilers" respectively.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders asides #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #nico flores #karrot kings

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Recs (mostly Naruto cause I read too many good fics in the fandom and now I'm in hell)

[Naruto]

Spirit-Touched by phooykazooi

Once upon a time, the Haruno clan were priests. It was said that they were spirit-touched, and that they walked among the downtrodden and the poor, and did not bow to royalty.

Or, an AU in which Sakura can see spirits.

Part 1 of The Realms Between

(Really, and I mean REALLY fantastic Shikamaru & Sakura friendship! Fantastic, beautiful writing, and such good worldbuilding, god, and the Haruno family is so badass!! Sakura and everything she does makes me want to scream!! Please read!)

Final Evaluation by Do_the_Cool_Whip

Progress evaluations are one-on-one consultation meetings between academy students and their teacher. Their purpose is to inform academy students of their strengths and weaknesses and guide them down their ideal path to becoming a strong shinobi. Upon graduating the academy and passing their jounin-sensei test, new genin return to the academy for one final consultation. (Or: The story of what happens when Umino Iruka uses his final meetings with his students as way to send them off to become the best shinobi they can possibly be.)

(Iruka! Is! The! Best! Teacher! Ever! End of story!!! Great interpretation of all the characters and their capabilities and I am so so excited for the sequel that will undoubtedly come! XD)

Celestial Bodies by Oceanbreeze7

Sasuke looked at the fire, eyes glowing red as the mutated corrupted seal on his throat. "Amaterasu blessed me. I see things. Like you with two normal eyes and the Hokage. And Sakura with a seal on her forehead. And I run Chidori through Naruto's heart. I keep trying to kill him. Over and over. And that knuckleheaded idiot never gives up.”

(Don't you get it? I saw it. The moon will bleed, the nations will die. The world is going to end.)

Part 1 of Celestial Bodies and Anomalies

(I swear, this fic freaking elevated my expectations on Sasuke-centric fics in general holy hell. Also, read the fucking sequel after this cause EVERYTHING GOES NUTS AND THE PLOT GOES OFF AND I'M HERE FOR THIS SHIT. Fucking Uchihas man. Also, you wouldn't think this series is funny, but it is, and it's amazing.)

A step to the left (and right off the cliff) by weavingBlue

Team Seven starts off on a different foot and Sasuke's canonical journey to get stronger goes off the rails a bit. It all works out though. Probably.

(This fic went in a direction I didn't expect and it's GLORIOUS. SO FUNNY, I honestly was dying while I was reading this. Please give this a chance!!)

promises by BombsAreForBabies

It's her first kiss and Naruto's last. She promises him that she will bring Sasuke home. It's his dying wish, after all.

(Naruto bleeds out faster than the kyuubi can heal him.

Sakura learns that being a ninja is more than fancy jutsu and fun.

Sasuke does not know that he just killed his best friend and turned his most loyal comrade into his worst enemy.)

(Listen LISTEN I know this sounds depressing but the relationship developments and slow healing is EVERYTHING and I think it's absolutely worth it to read this. Sakura's characterization is so good and Kakashi makes me want to hug him. A lot.)

Fang Under Fang by Vroomian

"Are we sure he's really an Inuzuka?"

(The answer is no.)

Someone reborn as Inuzuka Kiba not only has to deal with bullshit ninja magic, but soulmates being A Thing.

(Really good self-insert fic and its platonic soulmates, not romantic! I am always here for a good Kiba-centric fic and I won't say who the soulmate is. It's unexpected but so, so good! Trust me!)

Haunt The Lonely by Tht0neGal666

(Series where Sakura can see ghosts and the Things she gets up to due to this ability. The fics are short but man, you can already see the shifting differences in Team 7's dynamics, it's great!)

Perception by Ellie_Enchanted

Naruto can sense auras, which throws everything off it's balance. Because really, with someone as open as Naruto running around and peering into the depths of people's souls, something is bound to change. In other words, sometimes all that's needed is a push. Also, Sasuke apparently glows.

(Naruto the empath changing the plot and making it Better and I am loving it!)

Crossfire by DejaVu22

Following the events of Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke never makes it to Orochimaru's hideout. Instead, he is waylaid by a one-eyed man named Tobi, a man possessing a Sharingan, a terrifying dual personality, a penchant for always being late, and a single-minded mission to stop the Akatsuki in their tracks. When Sasuke runs into Naruto again years later, he must ally with his old teammate in order to protect him from the Akatsuki, while keeping him out of the two man war Tobi and Sasuke have started against the dangerous organization.

(I honest to god can't stop cackling when I read this, the Sasuke & Obito dynamic is so freaking chaotic and Sasuke's characterization is the best thing I've ever read. This boi is a mEsS and I'm fucking rooting for him. He cares so much! There's secret identity shenanigans happening on sasuke's end and it's HILARIOUS! This is the duo I never thought I needed but here it is! *cackles insanely*)

[Diamond no Ace]

Echo in His Hands by SportRayne (rayningnight)

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

What does it mean, when you remember snapshots of your own future?

Is it your future at all, if you change it?

Would you even want to change it?

(Look I am WEAK for BAMF Eijun and time travel fics and Miyuki being a tanuki bastard, okay? Time travel fic where Eijun gets feelings of people he knew before in the future. Really good so far and am so excited over this fic!)

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

(Became such an instant fave so fast it's unbelievable. I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH! Best soulmate fic in this fandom, hands down!)

[One Piece]

switching places by fireflywitch

Zoro is 21 and wakes up in a desert they already saved, on a ship that they burned two years ago, and standing next to a man who is supposed to be dead. Except, that can’t be right, can it?

Zoro is 19 and wakes up on a ship that’s too big, next to a robot wearing a swimsuit, and he’s supposed to fight something called a Kaido. Also, he’s missing an eye, and no one’s even a little worried about it?

(or)

Time travel is a shitshow, and Zoro didn't sign up for this.

(FUCKING HILARIOUS ZORO IS THE BEST PERSON TO SEND BACK IN TIME CAUSE HE'D BE TERRIBLE YET FANTASTIC AT IT I CAN'T MAN FIEWNOPFEW)

No Time To Crank The Sun by VIKAN

He’s surrounded by strangers, but they’re all trying to convince him otherwise. Or, Zoro faces a mysterious and relentless challenge that he just can’t wrap his head around.

(This ripped my heart open, I cried reading this my god. Please read this, the pain is so worth it and Zoro and his relationship with his crew is so good here. This reminded me why I love the Straw Hats so much!)

[Fairy Tail]

to learn about a lucy (with a look into the future.) by るる凪 - nagi (arurun)

A watching the future fanfic.

It's currently X781, three years before canon. A group of Fairy Tail mages find themselves in a large building, with no known way out.

They sit down, and they watch the future.

(This is so much more fun than I thought it would be and I'm so happy I found this fic. This fic reignited my old love for this fandom and I hope it does for you too!)

[Harry Potter]

sunflowers by Marnie27

One day, a young girl sits on the edge of a well. On this day, she falls in. Then the next, she’s not even a ‘she’ anymore. He’s Peter Pettigrew — doomed to die at the hands of his (betrayed) friend’s son.

Peter is selfish, bitter and brash. He’s not some fairy tale hero, he doesn’t care if everyone around him dies, as long as he lives. The marauders are annoying and childish. Survival is his priority, and he can’t afford to face distractions.

This just makes the fact that soulmates are now apparently a thing all the more godawful.

(And then another day years later he falls into an entirely new impossibility, Remus Lupin in tow, right into the third book of Harry Potter. Smack bang on the other Peter Pettigrew’s grave).

It’s confusing and graceless, and entirely something that would happen to him of all people.

(Self-insert fic where a girl reincarnates into Peter Pettigrew! And there are soulmates! And it's angsty and hilarious and Peter is an Asshole (somewhat unintentionally lol). Always a fan of biased pov fics and characters slowly improving themselves and their mental health! Cause dying! Is! Traumatic! *smiley face* Please read!)

[Crossovers]

he's a killer queen, sunflower, guillotine by hoye

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter

He has to be the weirdest Hufflepuff Harry’s ever seen. Scratch that, he’s the weirdest Hufflepuff Hogwarts has ever seen.

(One thing everyone could agree on: NEVER call Edward Elric short.)

(This is peak Edward Elric and all the best things about him and I'm just having a Good Time. Friendships! Logical solutions! Marauder screentime! And so much More! *bright grin* It's a fun place here!)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Naruto #Diamond no Ace #One Piece #Fairy Tail #Harry Potter #Crossover #Fullmetal Alchemist

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nikethestatue · 2 years

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Mor literally has done everything to show she isn't interested except explicitly tell Azriel 💀 You would think after 500 years of no reciprocation, he maybe could've...moved on? Az isn't in high school, he should be able to take a hint. And it legit says in ACOWAR she's scared to see how he'll react. She doesn't want to break his heart, and is uncomfortable everytime he does anything to "prove his love" (i.e attacking Eris, and looking away from the "heat in Azriel's eyes.") Also, mans was confessing his love...right after he saved her from the border, and had the note nailed to her. That's possibly the worst timing ever, and I don't blame her for freaking out lol.

I’m petrified to face him—to tell him he’s spent five hundred years pining for someone and something that won’t ever exist. The potential fallout … I like things the way they are.

I would agree with you, if it was just so black and white. And if it was clear, then fine. Totally. But, with all the signals that she was supposedly giving, it doesn't exactly explain why, after 500 years, BOTH Rhys and Cassian still think that Azriel has a chance with her.

Here is the difference with how a woman, who is truly uninterested, behaves--she shrinks and avoids and doesn't talk and doesn't respond. It's Elain and Lucien. It's not draping yourself over someone, it's not pulling back your hand as PUNISHMENT from him. It's not insisting that he escort you to a bar. It's yet again punishing him by sleeping with someone else. It's not immediately turning to him, when you hear something you don't like, and demand that he be on your side. It's not using a best friend/brother as a buffer.

Rhys and Cassian aren't outsiders, yet the first thing RHys asks Azriel in the POV is 'what about Mor?" I mean, even good old Helion wanted to have a 4some with them--why, because even he assumed that the three of them were in some manner of a poly relationship, based on how she behaved with both men.

I am sorry, but even if we assume that Feyre was influnced by Rhys's assertions, she still saw the exchanges, which, up until Mor slept with Helion, were indicative of interest.

Also, Mor isn't pertified OF him. Jeez. She is embarrassed. About how to face someone after 500 years of a monumental lie. I'd be petrified too.

Again, she literally states here herself that it's her choice not to tell him and leave things as they are, basically, allowing him to suffer even further I like things the way they are.

I don't know how different it is from Lucien announcing to the world that Elain is his mate after she was spewed from the cauldron? And guards are standing there, laughing at her and her nudity.

Azriel, was also all of 19 years old. Like really? You gonna fault him for wanting to confess his love 19? (Also, I am quite sure that the nails were probably out of her body by then)

I am not going to say it's not terrible writing--it is. The whole thing is terrible, illogical writing. The entire relationship is written like SJM is on drugs.

But honestly, if it was so obvious, 5 people wouldn't be assume that it is.

We can argue until we are blue in the face, but nothing will never change my mind that Mor treated him like shit for the duration of their relationships. And she feels guilt. Not fear. Because in the same speech, she says 'but he is so wonderful', and he deserves the best and blah, blah.

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scarlet-fantasies · 3 years

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Could you do when their gf is on their period please?

Hi!

Yes I can. I should’ve done this earlier sorry for the wait things have been crazy.😞 but here it is. Funny how you asked me this while I’m on it.

-Scarlet

Request from——>prompt

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:: Eren::

He is so sweet, omg I need him to help me with mine😅😅🥺🥺😂😂

So of course you did not have to explain what it is, I mean come on he’s 19 he should know that shit.

Anyways I think when this first occurred with him around he wouldn’t know that your on it unless he asked you something and you hinted at something.

“You want to go swimming babe it’s hot.”

“I’d love to Eren but I can’t.”

“Ohh that’s what’s going on.”

Other times he can tell when he touches your ass and if your wearing a pad well he’s gonna know😒😒 something I hope never happens to me, dear god.

That’s in the beginning but once he’s witnessed it enough he just freaking knows. Like it’s the way you are and especially if your mad he asks if that’s what’s going on.

“I just-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Baby are you on your period?” He’d ask serious yet it was kinda awkward cause he’d ask you no matter what.

“Yes and no.” You’d say annoyed.

“Aww, babe. I’m sorry. Do you have everything you need?” He’d ask kissing your forehead.

He gives so many back hugs and just so many head kisses.

If you’re the type to experience lots of abdomen pain he gets you pills for it.

If you can’t take them or it doesn’t work he rubs your stomach.

When you experience nausea he will keep your hair out of your face when you throw up. Or have a trash can when you need it.

He’s not grossed out or thinks it’s weird if you puke he just feels horrible for you.

After such a feeling he sees how it just makes you feel ready to pass out and cry. (At least that’s how I feel afterwards) So here he cuddles you in bed.

“Aww you poor baby.”

“Eren, it hurts~” you’d whine closing your eyes in discomfort.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He’d say only hugging you tighter.

He sometimes is able to make you feel better when you feel super ill.

Tho of course he does tease when you don’t feel much pain.

“You know you’re kinda like a baby?” He’d grin.

“How? I’m a grown woman—I’m far from being a baby.”

“Well think about it. One minute you’re laughing, the next minute you’re crying.”

“It’s called mood swings.”

“You puke too, and wear diap”

“DONT YOU DARE EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”

“Ok geeze! I was only kidding.” He’d laugh.

“It’s not funny—oh and fyi it’s called a pad.”

he asks silly questions.

“Why not tampons?” sorry if you use them

“Oh I don’t know maybe cause I don’t want a stick up my ass Eren!” omg i’m dying, help me lol.

Other times if you are being moody to him he just either shakes it off or decides you need a nap.

“Babe you’re moody again.~” He warned, but he was in no way mad.

“And you’re getting on my nerves again.~” You say annoyed, knowing he wasn’t going to change his mind about how you should take a walk to relax and what not.

“Hmm, I think someone’s in need for a nap right about now.” He’d say, his eyes with a mischievous glow.

He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and brings you to the bed cuddling you. You of course struggle in his grip and it just sucks.

“Eren, let me go I’m not tired.” You grumble while squirming as he holds you in his arms.

“Shhh, this will make you feel better.” He strokes your hair and kisses you, not letting go so you two are still on the bed.

“Nooo, I’m not tired.” You’d whine still squirming which only makes him laugh and kiss you more.

Eren is very good at relaxing you mostly cause he makes you flustered with all the kisses he gives and because of all this your mood changes and soon he becomes sooo comfortable he’s able to put you to sleep.

He literally rocks you like a baby and he just whispers sweet nothings in your ear and makes you sleepy. Even if you were moody, he always makes you feel like putty in his hands.

Eren has a way of making you grow soft and he’s just good at putting his baby to sleep😏

He just got some power like that to put you to bed. He thinks it’s very cute that you fight him about it. And the way you sleep is just adorable to him.

Eren isn’t afraid of you getting angry during your period.

He’s pretty helpful, he even googles ways to help and he also tries to understand what you’re going through.

“Baby, you should try taking ginger tea it can get rid of headaches.”

Because his dad’s a doctor, in modern au he has taught him somethings and so I’m sure he’d go to his dad for some advice on how to ease your periods. And cause he cares and he doesn’t want to see you cry or be in pain.

So because of that he obviously gets you medicine and some home remedies recommended by his dad to help you.

“Babe here, take this, it should go away.”

“Oh what is it?”

“It’s medicine my dad recommended for you know. . .”

“Oh you told him I was on-“

“Sorry, babe I just wanted to help you.”

“No it’s okay. Thank you it’s really sweet, it’s just a little embarrassing that your dad knows.” You say, your voice getting small as bring your knees in to your chest.

“Babe, he’s a doctor he helps with that stuff a lot and he’s married to my mom.” He smiled trying to reassure you.

“Okay tmi, Eren.” You say, scrunching your nose.

“Y/n, it’s ok. There’s no need to be shy. I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to take care of you—period or not.” He laughed cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you.” He smiles kissing you sweetly.

Apart from him being sweet he is sometimes just an ass.

“Guys go through periods too.”

“You bleed inside Eren! Unlike you, I literally bleed out of—no I’m not finishing that sentence.”

“Babe I know how it works. There’s no reason to hide it.”

“Ugh, screw you!”

“Right now?”

“No!”😂😂

Btw he didn’t get the right pads and always screw up somehow.

:: Zeke::

When you had your period for the first time while he was around he knew something was wrong he just didn’t know what.

He knew periods make a girl moody so he did suspect maybe it was the reason but of course he did some questioning.

“Y/n are you angry right now?”

“Geeze I don’t know Zeke!”

He took that as a yes.

“What’s the reason you’re mad?”

“I d—I don’t k-know.” You say your eyes looking teary.

Another yes.

He moves to hug you, “Aww, babe. Come here.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“Yeah, everything.”

“Ah ha, so it’s just as I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re on your period.”

“How did-“

“It’s a secret.”

Once he’s witnessed it enough he just knows by the way you walk and the way you seem just like something is off.

Especially if he sees your femmine products in your purse or in the trash.

He doesn’t ask he just cuddles and helps you.

He’s pretty helpful as well.

He has no shame in buying you pads/tampons and he gets you ones you want.

Zeke buys you a lot of things at store for you, even pointless shit.

“What is this?” You’d say holding up some decoration.

“Oh I thought it was cool.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry I got you everything.”

“Chocolate?”

“Babe I want you to eat vegetables instead.”

“But I wanted some.”

“Babe.”

“Ugh, I should’ve known not to date a doctor’s son.” You huffed crossing your arms.

Pinching your cheeks he says, “I think it’s the best decision you’ve made.”

“Whatever.” You avert your eyes swatting his hands away.

Zeke isn’t grossed out by periods either he finds it interesting and does a lot of research to help you. He thinks it’s kinda cool.

He makes home remedies to see if they help and they sometimes do.

If you’re the kinda girl who gets embarrassed about talking about their period he will kept telling you it’s normal and natural.

“Y/n you should be comfortable to shout it to the whole world, a period is natural. It’s not embarrassing.”

“No Zeke, it’s extremely embarrassing.”

“No it’s not, what is so weird about?”

“It’s because I’m bleeding.”

“Out of there?”

“Yeah, and it’s embarrassing cause it brings so many emotions. And I just hate it.”

“Yeah but it’s not something to be ashamed of. If it makes you feel better I have other problems that only guys get—”

“Please don’t get into detail!” You shout, feeling awkward.

He just laughs cause he thinks it’s funny how you want to be clueless about guy things. I mean sure you know things but maybe not too much.😂😂

Anyways he always wants you to be comfortable so I think he gives good massages.

He also cuddles you a lot cause he doesn’t want you to feel bad.

He tries to make you be active cause it reduces cramps.

He always showers you with hugs and kisses.

If the pain is not going away he’s still not leaving you.

If you get nauseous of actually throw up he makes sure to help you.

When you get headaches he has a way with rubbing your temple which soothes it.

He makes you try a lot of different things to help you.

Though your moody ness gets the bed at if you sometimes he still

Puts up with you.

And he can’t stand to see you cry he feels kinda guilty even tho it’s probably not his fault and it’s just the hormones.

With you being moody he just thinks you need to shower in relax so he pushes you in to clean up.

He’ll also making you fav food to make you smile again.

Overall he doesn’t disappoint and he takes care of you all.

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hmm for the mix and match drabbles how about established relationship + prompt 19!!! OR bakery/flower shop/bookstore au + prompt 6!!! you can pick!!!

hmm i see your options and i raise you this: why not all?

lol an epic crossover of prompts: au #3 - established relationship!au, au #2 - bakery/flower shop/bookstore!au, prompt #19 - “No, I have a [girlfriend/boyfriend].” “That’s me! How much did you drink?”, and prompt #6 - “One more kiss.”

make your own request here using these prompts!

bakin’ me crazy

jimin x reader

word count: 3.4k

genre: fluffy fluff fluff, established relationship!au, bakery!au

summary: despite having one disaster on top of the other and then some, you can’t help but feel better when he’s around

a/n: apologies in advance. i think we’re all learning that i’m a pun-lover and that probably won’t change

It’s everywhere.

There’s sugar in your hair and lashes, coating your cheeks and sweater, even under your nails and somehow you swear you feel it between your toes.

It’s been a long day. Up at the crack of dawn to open up shop, meeting with customers until noon, and now you’d found yourself baking way past your bedtime to keep up with all the orders. There’s nothing you’d like more than to eat your weight in cupcakes and enter the subsequent sugar coma on your couch, never to be disturbed again.

But just as you’d pulled that last batch of cupcakes out of the oven, just as you’d started whipping up a fresh batch of icing, disaster struck.

You should have known better, should have thought to check. Sunny was frantic yesterday as she rushed out the door, completing her tasks as quickly as she could so as not to leave too much work for you but still be present for the birth of her child who was not supposed to be due for three more weeks. You’d tried to calm her down, tell her to go home already, but you eventually learned that pre-parental panic is just as bad in real life as it is in the Sims4 and let her do what she needed to relieve stress.

Which included restocking the powdered sugar.

And in her tizzy, Sunny hadn’t noticed that this bag, the very one she placed on the edge of the shelf, had a hole in it. And you, in your own tizzy of work and stress, hadn’t noticed how it began to slump over, dangerously close to falling. You hadn’t noticed the impending explosion of powdered sugar until it had detonated on top of your head.

No part of the kitchen seemed to be spared. While you were sputtering and stumbling backwards, wielding your spatula like a weapon as if it could help you, the fine powder coated all of your fresh cupcakes (which were still hot. and thus now had a weird film of dissolved powdered sugar on top), fell onto the clean dishes drying by the sink.

When the dust settles, you think about crying. Seriously consider it. After the past day and a half, you definitely deserve it.

Why couldn’t one thing go right today? And now you’ll have to stay even later just to clean things up and check to see if the cupcakes are salvageable. You’re tired and you’re hungry and you really just need a hug. Is that too much to ask for?

And suddenly the tears are pricking at your eyes and you’re sniffling and hiccuping and still covered in sugar. You feel pathetic and exhausted and miserable, the terrible feeling welling in your chest with every passing moment.

The front door of the shop swings open, the bell attached to it ringing sharply. Who the hell comes into a bakery at this late? And what the hell did you think you were doing, not locking the door earlier?

“We’re closed!” you manage, voice choked as you scramble to your feet, slightly nervous at the sudden intrusion.

“It’s me, Y/N!” You recognize Taehyung’s voice instantly, though it doesn’t stop you from being confused. “Sorry for stopping by so late, I have Chim with me and he wouldn’t quit asking for you and I saw the lights on— What the hell happened to you?”

You’ve fully collected yourself, walking out of the kitchen and into the lobby to find your boyfriend of a few months with his arm wrapped around your friend of many years, staring at the floor and giggling to himself. You’re still a bit flustered, inexplicably covered in powdered sugar and very confused by the sight in front of you.

“Uh, long story?” you manage. “Well, not really. Just a freak accident in the kitchen.” You approach the two of them tentatively. “Is Jimin okay?”

At the call of his name, he lifts his head and smiles rather stupidly when he sees you. In an instant, he parts himself from Taehyung and stumbles over to you, nearly crashing into a cake display in the process.

“Y/N!” He wraps his arms around your waist, digging his nose into your neck and shoulder, no doubt covering his blonde strands in sugar as he nearly squeezes the air out of your lungs.

“‘Missed you,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your sweater.

Taehyung shakes his head, running a hand through his dark hair. “He about drank his own weight tonight at the bar, that’s all. Let Jungkook talk him into doing shots and well...” You nod knowingly, rubbing your palm up and down Jimin’s back. “He gave me a lot of trouble on the way here, he wouldn’t let up until we came to check on you.”

You laugh when Jimin squeezes you tighter, peppering kisses at the most ticklish spots on your neck. You’re surprised he’s not more talkative, normally babbling on about any and everything he can think of when he’s had enough to drink.

“You get any good videos of them acting stupid?” Taehyung chuckles, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“I’ll send them to you now. Jungkook was flirting with a pole for at least ten minutes before he realized.” You snort and Jimin smiles into your sweater, nearly pressing his entire body weight onto you and sending the both of you toppling.

You know Taehyung’s tired, try as he might to hide it. You’ve always appreciated how attentive he was of your boyfriend when you couldn’t be. Their shared apartment is on the other side of town, which means either they were drinking nearby (unlikely, you all hated the bars around here) or Jimin had begged to come see you so much that Taehyung finally caved, despite his exhaustion.

“You can leave him here, if you want. I’ll let him sleep on the couch.” Taehyung’s eyes go wide while Jimin is still blissfully unaware of what’s going on around him, snuggling into you like you’re his childhood stuffed animal.

“No, no, you don’t have to do that. You’re clearly all tied up here—”

“It’s okay, Tae,” you insist, smiling warmly. “Go home and rest, I’ll take care of him from here.” There’s a moment where Taehyung opens his mouth to argue, but he closes it, seeing your expression.

He sighs. “Alright, it’s your funeral,” he jokes. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

The bells tingle again as Taehyung leaves, bracing himself against the night air.

“Alright, sleepyhead,” you tease, ruffling Jimin’s hair. “You’re gonna have to let go of me a minute so I can clean up.”

You shuffle backwards in spite of his grumbling protests, dragging a chair into the kitchen for him to sit on. You peel him off of you while he’s spouting incoherent sentences, gently guiding him into the chair.

It’s difficult to resist him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes and that pout like he’s going to cry if you don’t pull him into your arms again, but you remain stern, though smiling slightly at this face and clothes that have also become victim to the powdered sugar explosion, via his contact with you.

He giggles upon fulling taking you in.

“You look like you got snowed on,” he says, propping his chin in his hand to keep it from bobbing too much. You shake your head, a cloud of white dust falling off of you when you do. “What happened?”

“You don’t look much better, love bug. And it’s sugar.” His brows furrow in confusion before he licks his lips, smile widening at the taste. “I’ll just clean it up and then we can go home, m’kay?”

“You should let me kiss it off for you.”

You laugh, reaching for the broom while he watches you sleepily. “We’d be here all night.”

“I don’t mind,” he calls back in a sing-song voice, seeming more awake than before, or at least, more talkative.

You get to work sweeping up the sugar, deciding to put the forgotten cupcakes in the fridge and worry about them in the morning. You’ve too soon forgotten that you were sobbing and contemplating staying here all night to finish this order a few minutes ago, Jimin’s presence, albeit pretty drunk, helping you think a bit more sensibly.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Uh-huh! Had sooooo much fun.” You sneak a glance at him, smiling softly at how his cheek is squished against his palm and his head is bobbing slightly. He starts mumbling something again and you can only catch a few words.

“What was that?” He sighs as you dump some powdered sugar in the trash, grinning at him sweetly.

“I said you’re pretty, dummy.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he shakes his head to himself. “Always making me repeat myself when I compliment you.” He juts out his index finger in your direction as his words slur together. “I know your dirty tricks.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing, deciding to tease him further. “Still can’t understand you, love.”

He cries out in frustration, throwing his arms out dramatically. “You’re hot! Is that what you wanna hear?” Now you can’t help but giggle at his pouting, always so easily riled up both sober and intoxicated.

You kiss him on the top of his head as you pass by, putting away a few stray dishes. “You aren’t too bad yourself.” At that, he huffs, making a point not to look your way and give you the cold shoulder.

You still have a few things left to tidy up and Jimin doesn’t question you further while you do them. It isn’t until you hear him snoring quietly as you wipe down the counters that you realize he’s nodded off, neck bent dangerously as his head leans against the kitchen wall. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his slack-jawed expression, approaching him quietly and snapping a quick picture. You immediately make it your new lockscreen, just to tease him in the morning.

You remember the first time you met him, when Taehyung invited you to go get drinks along with the rest of your friends. The shop had been a mess and so were you, so Taehyung picked you up from work as soon as you were done as to keep you from just going home and sleeping. You’d slid into the backseat happily, Jungkook in shotgun and Jimin beside you.

You hadn’t given him many glances, just polite greetings and small talk, not until he quietly informed you that you had hot pink frosting on your forehead and nose and you were thoroughly embarrassed. Luckily, one thing led to another and the minute you had any alcohol in your system, you were pressed against his side, rambling about the cupcake business and your passion for baking. His giggle was more intoxicating than the drinks and you found yourself unable to part from him.

At the end of the night, you asked him to go on a date then and there, like a drunk idiot. And he said yes, also like a drunk idiot.

Neither of you made it two steps before you were passed out in the back of Taehyung’s car, your head on his shoulder and his lying on top of yours.

The next day, you swore you’d never drink again and hoped and prayed Jimin had forgotten the entire incident. But fate is both cruel and caring, and you’d picked up your phone a few hours into your workday to see a text from Jimin, inquiring about the promised date.

There’s still things to do and you definitely aren’t fully cleaned up, but you make the executive decision for yourself and Jimin to just go home before it’s past midnight and you’re really miserable.

You remove your apron, tossing it in its designated bin at the back of shop, grabbing a bottle of water for Jimin and a defected cupcake (i.e. you knew you loved this flavor and purposely messed up the decoration so you could sneak it later) for yourself. Your boyfriend is still snoring quietly, head jerking painfully every few minutes as his hand struggles to it upright. You gently shake at this shoulders, keeping your voice low as to not startle him too much.

“Hey, love bug,” you murmur. “Let’s go home, okay? Get you to bed.” He whines in his sleep, pulling away from you.

“I can’t,” he mumbles. You laugh at his dramatics, grabbing his elbows as you try to coax him to his feet.

“You can, promise. My apartment is just upstairs, remember?” It’d been nothing short of a coincidence that the space Sunny found for the business lied right underneath your apartment, but in times like these, it was definitely a blessing.

He wags his finger in your face, his eyes barely opened. “Nuh-uh. No, I have a girlfriend.” You scoff incredulously, crossing your arms.

“That’s me! How much did you drink?” His eyes open fully and he smiles sheepishly at his mistake.

“Oh. Oops?” You roll your eyes, pulling him to his feet unceremoniously and shoving the water bottle in one hand, guiding the other around your shoulder.

“I barely drank anything, really,” he insists as you lock the doors and turn off the lights.

“Mhmm.”

“Like— Two sips!” he says, holding up three fingers.

“I believe you,” you lie. “Now drink some water.” He complies, though his eyes lie on the chocolate cupcake you’re taking a bite out of. You catch him staring quickly as you round the corner of the building, entering the hallway that leads to the stairs. You’d take the elevator, but you worry that if you don’t keep him moving, he’ll fall asleep where he stands, so you suck it up and prepare to climb three flights.

Before he even has to ask, you stick the cupcake in his face and he smiles, licking a big chunk of the frosting right off the top.

“Jimin!” you cry, yanking the cupcake back. “You know I hate when you do that! Enjoy the cupcake as it is or just ask me for some frosting.” He doesn’t seem the least bit guilty as you glare at him, pretending the leftover frosting on the corner of his cheek isn’t both tempting and adorable.

“But I loooove the frosting!” he argues. “You know what else I love?” You already know what he’s going to say, he’d blurted out the “L word” on your two month anniversary, totally on accident. Luckily, the feelings were mutual.

“Me?” He scrunches his nose.

“What? No.” You gasp, offended. “I mean, yes, you know I do, but I wasn’t talking about that. I love the name of your shop.”

You blink at him twice. “You like ‘Bakin’ Me Crazy’?” You huff. “That was the biggest mistake of my life.” Now it’s his turn to be offended, stopping in his tracks and nearly sending you both falling back down the stairs. “Jimin—!”

“It’s an amazing name, Y/N!” he exclaims, brown eyes wide and earnest. “It’s cute.”

Hmmph. “If you say so, weirdo.”

“Cute like you,” he sings, loud enough to wake the entire building.

“Stop complimenting me. I’m still mad at you.” You shove the last bit of cupcake in your mouth, wiping the crumbs from your mouth with your thumb. He giggles, leaning closer to you.

“I like you so much, did you know that?”

“I did.”

“I’d really like you if you gave me a piggyback ride, though.” You scoff.

“You’re such a tease! You always lay it on thick when you want something.” You remember his words from earlier, wagging your finger in his face to copy him. “I know your dirty tricks.”

He sighs, acting extra tired as if to emphasize how deserving he is of a piggyback ride from you. You’d consider giving it to him, if you thought you were physically capable and you weren’t on a stairwell.

He takes another sip of water as he pouts. “Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“No.”

“And whipped cream?” A laugh slips through your lips, all too soft for him when he’s acting cute like this.

“What are you even talking about?” you giggle, unlocking the door to your apartment which is thankfully not far from the stairwell. “Just keep drinking that water. You’re gonna be so embarrassed in the morning.” You guide him to the side of the bed next to your dresser, helping him sit down.

He makes grabby hands at you as you fish through your drawers for pajamas, muttering something about you abandoning him.

You hold up a pair of bright orange fleece pants decorated with penguins. “You like these? All my sweats are in the wash.” You toss them into his lap when he nods happily. “Do you need help?” He yawns and blinks hard and you smile in satisfaction, seeing that his water bottle is half empty and he’s ever so slightly more sober.

“I got it,” he says. You go into the bathroom, washing your face and changing into your own kiddish pajamas. When you come back into the bedroom, Jimin’s already tucked in with the covers pulled to his chin.

You cross your arms. “I don’t remember inviting you into my bed, mister.” He smiles at you as you slide in next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You’d had every intention of sending him to the couch out of fear that he’d puke on your sheets, but you reason that you’d be cold without him and you’d rather be close by if he did get sick.

You dust the last of the powdered sugar off of his nose and brows, pressing your cheek into his chest, exhaustion already overcoming you. Underneath the alcohol, you can still smell the comforting scent of his vanilla lotion, lulling you to sleep.

“Don’t fall asleep yet!” he suddenly exclaims, pushing you a few inches away. You groan, propping yourself on your elbow and wondering how the hell he’s still awake and bothering you.

“What is it?” You blink a few times as he smiles cheekily.

“One more kiss.” You scoff. “You still have sugar on your face. On your lips, actually. So I should get it for you.”

You’re scoffing but oblige, smiling into the kiss as he slots his plush lips against yours, knowing very well you scrubbed the last of the sugar off your face moments ago.

You wake up to your phone ringing rather rudely. You sigh, peeling yourself away from Jimin and laughing at his bedhead and the displeased expression he makes in his sleep, his face swollen and eyes shut tightly.

“Hello?” you whisper, pulling yourself into a sitting position.

“Hey, Y/N!” Once you register her voice, you can barely contain your excitement, bouncing on the bed once before reminding yourself that Jimin’s still asleep.

“Sunny!” you whisper-yell. “How’s Jisoo and the baby? You a mom yet?” Your business partner laughs on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, she’s fine. Just tired. The baby was born a few hours ago, but we’re still deciding on a name for her.” You grin. “So yeah, I’m a mom and you can be her unofficial auntie.”

“You’re gonna name her after me, right?”

Sunny giggles tiredly on the other end of the phone. “I’ll add it to the list, don’t worry.” You’re about to tell her to go get some rest, but she interrupts you before you can.

“Speaking of names! I got in contact with that guy about changing our sign so we can finally choose a different name for the business. You’re still serious about that, right?”

You glance at Jimin, his cheek squished against the pillow and lips puckered. You run your fingers through his blonde hair and he sighs contentedly.

“Maybe we should leave it, for now.”

“What? But you said—”

“I know, I know. Let’s talk about it another time. Go get some sleep!”

The two of you exchange a few more words of endearment and congratulations before you hang up, noting the sunlight cracking through your blinds.

You know you need to get up soon. There’s still cupcakes to bake and customers to deal with and a temporary replacement for Sunny to find.

But for a moment, you self-indulge, curling up next to Jimin, letting him wrap his arms around you and warm you back up. He digs his nose into your shoulder as you press a quick kiss onto his forehead, closing your eyes and drifitng back to sleep, feeling weightless as he holds you.

#dulce-pjm: request #stayjimin #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenario #jimin scenairo #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #bakery au #hehe i love puns !!#but just for fics and fic titles #if you say a pun to me irl i'll probably groan #if it's good though?#you have my entire heart #you decide if it's worth the risk lmao

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