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kaebedom-me · 1 year

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late afternoon cafe run

synopsis: you decide to head to jjk cafe for a quick pick me up but when you run into a situation involving your favourite barista you just had to step in to help him! only to be face to face with the scariest looking man you've ever seen! but wait??? he's actually really hot???

cw: yuji x reader, aged up! yuji, slight toji x reader, cafe au, fluff, nicknames (dollface, doll, cutie), toji flirting with yuji, slightly ooc! toji, i tried my best to make it gender neutral! reader, they/them pronounce, slightly proofread but not really

word count: 1885

a/n: i've been writing a lot for freyz the past two days so i wanted to write one just for me 🥺 anyways pls give love to the original pieces that freyz drew that directly inspired this fic! here, here, here and here! i also think it's fairly obvious that i have favourites- once again, my ramblings at the end!

You were annoyed. Kind of. Not entirely. But something happened and you're sort of kind of annoyed? Really, it's just an excuse to visit your favourite café a little ways away from your place.

You had happened across it while exploring the area when you first moved to town. It had been a little busy when you went in then but the service had been phenomenal; it was a tad bit pricier than other cafés in the area but completely justifiable (to you).

The handsome pink-haired young man that had been working the cashier during your first ever visit was hands down one of the nicest people you’ve ever met in your entire life. He practically radiated with good vibes and a kind of sincerity so warm and sweet you think you could get diabetes from spending too much time with him.

He introduced himself to you as Yuji, recommended a drink and pastry, and welcomed you to the neighbourhood. And that had been the end of you, you were hooked, you knew then your soul was signed away to the sun personified to visit this café whenever you could.

Your feet were already taking you out of your door while you day-dreamed. You definitely weren’t hoping that your favourite barista was in today, no, you were going to get a quick drink then come immediately back home to work.

You thought about what drink you wanted, this had always been your biggest problem whenever you visited them since they had such a large variety, it didn’t help that every drink you’ve tried up to this point had been delicious.

“Welcome!” A voice you recognised greeted you.

It wasn’t too busy today, there was only one massive guy that was in the queue. Your eyes quickly scanned the café, the pretty and friendly brunette was behind the coffee machine tapping away on her phone, and a flash of blonde just went to the back. You also noted the dogs that were behind the baby gates at the back of the café excitedly watching the counter, that meant the broody black-haired guy was here today.

You were practically vibrating in your spot in the queue because you didn’t have to see past the extremely well-built customer in front of you to know who was working the counter. You took out your phone to fiddle with it, trying to act cool and distract yourself.

“C’mon, sunshine, couldn’t you do it for me?” the man in front of you asked.

A shudder went straight down your spine when you heard the man in front of you speak. It sounded so impossibly deep, you subconsciously stepped back a little, mind sensing some kind of trouble. You peaked up a little from your phone to observe.

If Yuji was good vibes, then the man that stood in front of you is bad vibes, overpoweringly so. You thought he’s the exact opposite of Yuji. You could even picture in your head a very menacing and scary face for the man, you gripped your phone a little tighter, you felt like you needed to watch this man like a hawk in case something happened.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I already made plans tonight.”

Yeah, that was definitely your favourite barista speaking. Good on Yuji for sounding so sure of himself! If you were in his place, you surely would’ve started crying at the mere sight of that scary man’s face.

“Sunshine… Please?” The man drawls, almost purrs. “I’ll buy you your favourite manga, I’d even take you out on a date as thanks if you just did this one tiny favour for me.”

You felt like you were going to wet yourself, your heartbeat was thumping so quickly in your chest. If you were in Yuji’s shoes right now, you’d definitely start crying while trying to serve danger personified. Your mind started to race. But why was he just standing there harassing Yuji?! Was he even going to order!! Did he just come in to bother Yuji because he knew Yuji couldn’t do anything but be polite while working? That’s so sick!

You weren’t sure if it had been bravery or stupidity that took over your body when you suddenly shoved your phone into your pocket. “Excuse me,” you started, mustering up your best angry scary face.

The two men turned their attention to you, confusion clearly written on their faces. You, however, were only focused on the absolute unit of a man. You had severely underestimated the height of this man; he was so huge you hadn’t even realised he was leaning down to talk to Yuji a moment ago, and now that he stood up to his actual height you seriously started to regret your decision.

“Are you seriously talking to him like that? In broad daylight? How shameless are you?” you said through gritted, glaring at the man.

You were so proud of yourself for sounding so tough! That was until you made eye contact with the scary man. His sharp green eyes bore into yours; you felt your cheeks started to heat up and you almost fell to your knees. You were so wrong, you had it all wrong! He didn’t look anything like the mean, grungy, stink faced man you pictured! No!!! You were face to face with God’s personal favourite creation, handcrafted to perfection, an absolute beaut of a man. No, no, no. You were looking at an actual God because there was no way a human being could be this beautiful.

“I’m sorry?”

Your anger from just two seconds ago just dissipated. You were truly dumbfounded. Speechless from the sheer perfection that was this man’s face. You wanted to look away, but you had to keep looking at him; he was so mesmerising, there’s no way you could physically tear your eyes away from him.

“Fushiguro-san, don’t scare them!” Yuji’s voice pulled you out of your trance.

You watched on as this “Fushiguro-san” eyed you then back at Yuji, his eyes seemed to have sparked a little with recognition before a sly grin started to form on his lips. Your eyes caught the movement, subconsciously flickering down to see the scar on his lip stretch. He let out a hearty laugh.

Something about the way he looked right now made you almost lower your guard. But no! You had to keep it together, in your gut you think you know he’s not to be trusted, you’re just temporarily blinded is all!!

“Listen,” he chuckled, and, oh God, maybe the feeling of wanting to wet yourself hasn’t gone away after all. “It’s a misunderstanding. Promise, dollface.”

“Fushiguro-san!” Yuji huffed.

Fushiguro-san turned his attention back to Yuji and gave him a pout. You briefly wondered how you’d react if Fushiguro-san, in all his glory, gave you that look. You think you’d cry.

“I won’t take your shift tonight and that’s final,” chastised Yuji. “Also, stop trying to hand your shifts to people at the last minute because you don’t feel like working.”

Just then, the tall blonde walked out from the kitchen with a tray of hot pastries, Yuji moved to help the blonde with the tray.

Fushiguro-san turned to you again and offered you another smile. “Worth the shot, yeah?”

You weren’t able to answer. Not when he looked so charming. Your brain steaming up while trying to process how it was physically possible to switch up his demeanour so quickly from a beast to the most charming, handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“Come here often?” He asked you.

Your eyes snapped back to meet his. As if really compelled by God himself, you nodded yes to his question.

“Good,” his voice drops, purring the same way he did to Yuji. Fushiguro-san barely had to step at all to get into your space, he leaned down so close to you, you could drown in his cologne. “Come by later next time, while I’m on shift. I’ll treat you to something as pretty as yourself.”

You gasped. You tell yourself it must be because you had been holding your breath, not because of Fushiguro-san, no way his charms were working on you. No, it’s definitely because you’re so scared right now.

Fushiguro-san hummed, eying you like prey. “Cat got your tongue? What happened to your spunk, doll?”

“Ah! Toji-san!! I told you not to scare them!” Yuji’s voice pulled Fushiguro-san’s attention away from you, much to your dismay.

Fushiguro-san laughed and reached over to ruffle Yuji’s hair, mumbling about how he was just messing around. He then turned to you to excuse himself and walked toward the back where the dogs were. They were jumping and whining, incredibly eager to greet him. You watched as he dug out a couple of treats from his pocket and fed it to the dogs.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Yuji pouted a little when you looked back at him. “Fushiguro-san just likes to mess with people because he can.”

You nodded, still feeling a little dumbfounded. “Ah,” you let out when it finally connected in your head that they were co-workers, possibly even friends. Man, you really wanted to be swallowed up by the ground right now.

“Thank you for standing up for me though! I appreciate it!”

You met Yuji’s eyes bashfully; he truly was an angel.

“Do you want your usual?” Asked Yuji sweetly. “Nanami-san just whipped out a fresh batch of croissants, we have your favourite today too!”

“I think I’ll do my usual and the croissant,” you finally started to relax again.

“Of course! Please, have a seat. It’ll be on me today as thanks,” he offered.

You protested him, you hadn’t done much you told him. But Yuji was very insistent, already stepping to the side to grab the croissants he laid out with Nanami-san earlier. He wanted to properly thank you. You stood there, watching him, you didn’t think you’d be this helpless when you walked into the café today.

Yuji quickly came out from behind the counter with the croissant and a small selection of spreads that he knows you like. He then guided you to the seat you’re fond of, asking about your day and how you’re feeling. Sweet Yuji even pulled out the chair for you, too! Oh, your heart can’t possibly take this.

He set down the still warm croissant in front of you and smiled at you again. “I’ll go make that drink for you now, okay? If you need anything else, please call for me!”

“Thank you,” you sighed, looking up at him. Today sure was something.

“Anything for you, cutie,” Yuji winked. “I’ll be right back!”

Your heart almost stopped for the umpteenth time today. You felt heat rushing back into your cheeks, muttering a small “yeah” to Yuji before shyly turning away.

You’re not sure if you’re able to return here again after the mess that was today. You snuck a glance at Yuji who was humming away behind the counter making your drink. Then you looked at Fushiguro-san who had just finished playing with the dogs; he turned to you as he was walking, you chalked it up to some sort of delusion or hallucination when you thought you saw him wink at you before disappearing into the back.

No, yeah, you’re definitely coming back.

i like to think that toji's nice and chill in this au because everything is nice and chill that is why he is the way he is uwu

he just looks scary kinda like a bear uwu

aged up! adult! yuji because i want it to be

also I'm a huge advocate for toji/ita actually so that's why they're like that in the story

this route is supposed to be yuji x reader x toji for me 🥺 LOL

harem au when? they all want you 10/10 best route

also, i couldn't fit it in the story but toji can be read as a brother to megumi rather than dad. ofc he can still be megupapa but i thought oniisan toji is very good very cute too

yuji and sukuna are twins but contrary to popular hcs i hc sukuna is baby brother uwu

panda is panda in this au i like to think uwu

choso is biggest bro in the itadori family, followed by eso and kechizu

it's actually a very rowdy time when reader eventually has to sit down to have dinner with the itadori brothers as his official lover

#yuji x reader #itadori yuji x reader #toji x reader #a little bit #mostly yuji x reader #it's hinted #more like it's the begining of toji x reader #jjk x reader #freyz's jjk cafe au #rbs and tag rambles and comments make me happy!!#🥺

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homoose · 3 years

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Love Has a Learning Curve: epilogue (reader)

Summary: An early morning, a doctor’s appointment, a new beginning.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: pregnancy (including like… probably incorrect math and science but my degree was in English and this is fanfiction okay)

Word count: 2.7k

a/n: I’m actually so emotional don’t look at me thanks ♥️

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The sound of Spencer’s ringtone pierced through the early morning quiet, shrill and disconsolate. Y/N hummed against his chest, shifting as he clumsily reached across to the bedside table to answer it.

“Hey,” he croaked, voice still smothered in sleep. “Mm... When?” He paused, and she could almost make out the answer on the other end. “Got it. Yeah.”

He carefully set the phone back on the bedside table, and then his arms came around her shoulders. He let out a long sigh, the one she’d gotten quite used to over the last year and a half— the one that meant he had to go. She squeezed him around the middle and let out her own sigh. “Case?”

“Yeah.” He ran light fingers down her arm. “Jet’s taking off in ninety minutes.”

She glanced at the bedside table to the alarm clock that read 4:57am. They both knew he needed to leave within the next half hour if he was going to make it on time, but neither one made any effort to move. Instead, they breathed together in the pre-dawn stillness— a single moment of peace before the world and all its ugliness could crash through the fortress they’d constructed around their space and around each other.

“I don’t wanna go,” he whispered.

“I know.” She pressed a kiss over his heart through his t-shirt. “I know.”

“I’m gonna miss everything,” he lamented. “Appointments, and milestones, and firsts, and I— I’m gonna miss all of it.”

She lifted her head at the tears in his voice. “Hey.” She shifted in the circle of his arms to prop herself up on his chest. “You’re not gonna miss all of it. You’ll miss this one appointment. And it’s— it’s not even an important one,” she assured, gentle fingers swiping away the lone tear that had managed to escape over his lash line.

“Yes, it is.” He shook his head. “They're all important.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips before sitting up and deciding to reassure him in the only way she knew how. “Okay, doctor. Eleven weeks. Tell me what we’re gonna find out today.”

She pulled him up out of bed, interlacing their fingers and pressing their shoulders together. As she led him to the bathroom, he explained, “Dr. Layton will do the first ultrasound, and Baby will look more like a baby now. At around ten weeks they made the transition from embryo to fetus. They’ll be about two inches long.”

She handed him his toothbrush and turned to grab his toiletry go-back from the linen closet, stifling a yawn. “Mmhm. What else?”

“Did you know they’re breathing now?” he asked, and she smiled at the way the excitement crept into his voice. “Between weeks ten and eleven, the fetus starts to inhale and exhale small amounts of amniotic fluid, which aids in the development of their lungs. It’s kind of like they’re breathing underwater.”

“I didn’t know that,” she admitted, turning back to set the bag on the counter. “That’s pretty amazing. What about the heartbeat?”

He nodded vigorously as he applied toothpaste to the bristles of his brush. “We should be able to hear it, although sometimes it’s too early— depending on the accuracy of the estimated date of conception.”

He ran the water over the toothbrush before popping it into his mouth. She kissed his shoulder and then moved back into the bedroom, shuffling into their closet for his go bag. She checked it over on her way back to the bathroom, ensuring it had been fully repacked after the last case. She set it on the counter and placed his toiletry bag inside, leaving it open for him to pack his toothbrush and then sitting on the closed toilet lid.

He rinsed his mouth and put his travel cap over the head of his toothbrush, gesturing with it and then dropping it into the bag. “They’ll do some routine lab work to test for things like gestational diabetes, and we can also choose to do additional screeners for chromosomal abnormalities and possible complications.” He looked at her then, and she saw the despondence creeping back in. “I should really be there, just— just in case.”

“Honey.” She stood and held out her hand to him, smiling a little when he accepted it with a squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He let out a breath and pulled her into his arms, and they held each other in the silence, the soft light from the vanity washing over them. His phone buzzed with an incoming message, and she knew he needed to get on the road. Still, she held him for a second longer, and then they shuffled through the door and into the bedroom together.

Y/N made her way back to bed, scooting down under the duvet to preserve the last remaining notes of his body warmth. She watched as he dressed silently, pulling on trousers, socks, a button up and cardigan. He skipped the tie in favor of coming to sit on the bed, bringing his hand to rest lightly over top of her belly over the covers.

She covered his hand with her own and laced their fingers together. “Maybe you could ask Luke if you can FaceTime with his phone. You can probably take twenty minutes, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He rubbed a tired hand over his face. “Maybe I should just upgrade my own phone.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Oh, I see how it is. Couldn’t upgrade for me, but once a baby comes along you’re ready for an iPhone.”

“That’s not— you— you shouldn’t have to do all of this alone,” he huffed, and she realized her joke didn’t land when his voice cracked at the end.

“Spence, I’m— I’m just teasing.” She lifted her hands to his face, pulling him closer and meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry; you’re upset, and that wasn’t nice.”

She leaned up to kiss his forehead, letting her lips linger and breathing him in. “But I’m not alone. With you, I feel— the opposite of alone.”

“Irritated?” he offered.

“No,” she laughed. “Supported, and cared for, and loved,” she corrected with a smile. “You’ve been all of that since day one. And I know that’s not going to change, whether you’re physically present in that doctor's office or not. Right?”

When he nodded, she continued, “I love you. The most. And you are easily the best baby daddy on planet earth. Okay?”

The term of endearment dragged a smile from him, as it always did. “Okay.”

She leaned forward to press her lips to his, both sets upturned and a little dry from sleep. “Now, you need to go, or you’re gonna be late.”

“I know.” He kissed her again, long and slow, and then pulled back to lean their foreheads together. He hesitated for another ten seconds before standing to grab his bag from the bathroom.

When he re-emerged, she reminded him, “Ask Luke about the FaceTime thing. I’m sure he won’t mind, and we can trust him to keep the secret. The appointment technically starts at 1:00, but I probably won’t be seen until at least 1:30.”

He crossed to give her another kiss. “I love you.” He crouched to press a kiss to her tummy. “And you.”

“We love you, too,” she smiled, fingers tangling in his curls. “And we’ll talk to you in a few hours.”

She kissed him one more time— couldn’t help herself. And then his warmth was gone from the bed, and the house was suddenly much too quiet. She snuggled back down under the duvet, her head on his pillow and the scent of his shampoo shrouding her senses and easing her mind.

Spencer really was supportive— endlessly so. Not overbearing, but interested and involved in every moment: reading all the newest research, bringing home her favorite treats, writing out a color-coded timeline of all the appointments and milestones. She wasn’t lying when she called him the best baby daddy. He was always there for her. So much so that the apprehension she’d had at the beginning of this surprise journey was nowhere to be found.

As she drifted back into sleep, there he was again— she could almost hear the jangling of his keys in the bowl in the entryway, his feet on the stairs, the rustling of his pants and sweater being discarded onto the floor of their bedroom.

And then she felt the warmth of his palm low over her tummy, coming to rest over the barely-there bump. She felt his lips on her shoulder and his chest pressed against her back. When she went to cover his hand with her own, her exhausted brain registered that it wasn’t a dream at all.

She turned her head, blinking her eyes open to see him smiling at her and drew her brows together. “What’s going on?”

He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, snuggling even closer and rubbing his thumb along her belly. “I’m, um— I told Emily I’m gonna consult from home on this one.”

…

“Okay, Mom, this’ll just be a little bit cold.”

Dr. Layton smoothed the gel over Y/N’s lower abdomen, and Spencer moved to thread their fingers together, shifting to stand even closer to the examination table. The ultrasound machine gave off a low hum as the doctor adjusted the wand over her tummy. She felt Spencer press a kiss to her temple and turned to smile brightly at him before turning back to the black and white screen.

At her first appointment five weeks ago, she’d been by herself— alone and uncertain and terrified— and she’d declined the option of the ultrasound. It felt wrong to see the baby before Spencer even knew about them. Now, together with him, with her soon-to-be husband— she was more than ready to see their baby for the first time. And she could practically feel Spencer’s excitement next to her, his body nearly vibrating with it.

“Ah, here they are. Hello, Baby Reid.” Dr. Layton pointed to a small, white figure on the screen. “Okay, right here, you can see their big ol’ head— perfectly normal size for this stage of development,” she assured, eyes deftly scanning the image in front of her. “Everything looks great! Now, I’m just trying to find…”

She adjusted the wand over Y/N’s tummy, and suddenly a wub wub wub came over the tinny speaker of the machine. “There we are,” Dr. Layton smiled. “Very strong heartbeat.”

Spencer squeezed Y/N’s hand, and she felt the drop of a tear on her shoulder. She brought her other hand over to cover their tangled fingers, rubbing her thumb along the skin of his wrist and kissing his arm.

Dr. Layton made a slightly perplexed humming sound, moving the wand again and losing the sound of the heartbeat, only to pick it up again— this time slightly faster. Y/N’s own heart stuttered a little as the doctor moved the wand again twice more, and then cleared her throat. “Is something— is everything okay?”

She turned to Y/N with a kind smile. “Yes, yes,” she confirmed, and then she raised her eyebrows. “Just— do you hear the difference?”

Spencer tilted his head in consideration, drawing his brows together and straining to hear. The doctor shifted the wand once more, allowing them to hear the two distinct patterns.

Two distinct patterns, Y/N realized.

Dr. Layton pressed the wand a little more firmly into her abdomen, moved it just slightly. “Those are two different heartbeats.” She pointed to the screen. “And those are two different babies. There’s a matching set of Baby Reids in there.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping. “Is there—” She turned to Spencer incredulously. “Do twins run in your family?”

He shook his head silently, eyes wide. “Yours?”

“Nope,” she squeaked.

“This obviously changes things slightly,” Dr. Layton explained, cleaning up the residual gel. “I’d like to see you every three weeks rather than every four. Then at twenty eight weeks, we’ll see how we feel, okay?”

She smiled gently as Y/N and Spencer nodded dumbly. She removed her gloves and stood. “I’m going to give you two a few minutes. I’ll be back with your photos in a bit, and we can talk about any questions you might have.”

The door closed behind her, and the room was bathed in silence. Y/N sat up carefully and swung her legs over the side of the examination table. She looked down at her tiny, unassuming bump and felt a tear slip over her lashes.

“Are you— are you okay?” Spencer whispered.

She brought her gaze to his, found them teeming with barely restrained joy and yet the ever-present worry. “Well,” she started. “I, um— I always imagined two kids.” She brought her hands up to her sweaty cheeks and held her own face between her palms. “I guess this is— you know— just a quicker way to get there.”

Spencer immediately wrapped her in a hug, pressing kisses over her hair, her forehead, her shocked mouth. “Two babies. We’re having two babies.”

“Twins, Spence,” she breathed. “Twins.”

He replaced her hands with his own, cradling her face and kissing her sweetly, sighing all of his joy and adoration into her mouth. “I love you. So much. The most.” He lowered himself to press his lips to her belly. “All of you.”

She used gentle hands in his hair to tilt his face up, meeting his smile with a watery one of her own. “We love you, too, baby daddy.”

She could see the gears turning as he stood, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “About that.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Do you, um— how difficult do you think it would be to get everyone together this weekend?”

She paused. “You wanna get married this weekend?”

“Yeah, that’s probably too soon, huh?” He huffed out a sigh, then his eyebrows shot up. “Oh, what about next weekend?”

“That’s just as soon!” she laughed.

He furrowed his brow. “No, it’s not. There's a seven day difference.”

“You’re really in a rush, huh?” she teased.

“Well. I just— I figure you should really be on my insurance anyway,” he reasoned. “Especially now that it’s— now that it’s twins.”

“Mm, yes, I’m sure that’s the reason,” she grinned.

He let out a long breath, and she watched his eyes journey over her face— memorizing every curve and angle, every new wrinkle, every last inch of her. And she knew the reason.

“I know it’s just a piece of paper,” he murmured. “It doesn’t really change anything, but…” He used gentle fingers to brush her hair back from her face. “I just… really want to be your husband.”

She took her own minute to memorize the way he looked in this moment: her fiancé, the father of her children, the best man she’d ever known, the absolute love of her life. And she knew her own reason.

“The paper might not change anything,” she agreed. “But— you’ve changed everything.”

He squeezed her hips. “In a good way I hope.”

“The best way.” She brought her hands to his face, rubbing her thumbs along his cheeks. “The best way.”

He closed the distance between them to kiss her with all the honey and magic and reverence he always did. He broke away to lean his forehead against hers with all the warmth and devotion and love he always did. She sighed, and it was all joy and vulnerability and contentment like it always was. And she knew their reasons.

She kissed him again, and then murmured against his lips, “You know I’m still gonna refer to you as baby daddy, right?”

The laugh erupted from his chest and wrapped itself around her heart, tying tight and secure— a shield, and a haven, and a refuge— keeping her safe from every terrible thing.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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O no! Love is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

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sagemusesoutloud · 3 years

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Anti-Romantic, Part 2

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff

WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)

Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk

You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this

You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.

“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.

“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.

He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”

“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”

Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”

“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.

“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.

Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.

You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.

“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.

“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!

Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.

It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.

“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.

You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.

“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.

“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.

You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.

Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.

This was going to be a long movie.

You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.

Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.

“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”

“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.

Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.

“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?

“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.

Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?

He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.

He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.

But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.

He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.

So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com

As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line

EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!

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a-sirens-melody · 3 years

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Darkwing Duck’s Greatest Enemy: Type 1 Diabetes (And Definitely Not Self Loathing)

Quick author's note: Launchpad switches between he/they throughout the fic, just so no one gets confused! If you have any questions abt diabetes, feel free to ask me. With that said, enjoy!

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So far, tonight has gone really well.

It's date night, and this time they're spending it eating takeout from Hamburger Hippo and watching Darkwing Duck at Launchpad's place. Wrappers lay on the floor, ignored in favor of watching Darkwing kick Megavolt’s ass on screen.

Drake is currently leaning into Launchpad's side on the couch, his partner’s arm wrapped around his waist. It all feels so cozy and domestic that he never wants it to end.

And then, because Drake must have seriously pissed off some powerful being in a past life, it happens.

Megavolt’s face becomes blurry, and it's a little harder to focus on the TV. A quick look around the room tells him that, actually, it's hard to focus on anything right now. He knows what this means; he's gotten better at picking up on the signs after twenty-eight years of living with a half-functioning pancreas.

His blood sugar’s starting to drop.

He tries to close his eyes and listen instead, but the shake of his hands quickly corrects him. He is dropping and he needs to find something to eat. Even though he just ate, like, an hour ago.

Dammit.

“Drake?”

He opens his eyes and notices that the episode is paused. He hadn't even realized, he was so caught up in his symptoms. The second thing he notices is Launchpad looking right at him.

He guesses that they felt his shaking because there's concern in their eyes now. A brief wave of guilt sweeps over him and he almost misses their question. “Is your blood sugar low?”

He finds it's a little hard to form words right now (and that scares him, it always does), so he nods his head slightly and hums.

“I'm gonna go get you a juice box.”

The arm wrapped around him vanishes as LP gets up. He helps him lay down on the couch, head pillowed on the armrest. He's still cold without his boyfriend, though, so Drake can't help the small whine that escapes him. God, he sounds pathetic.

Launchpad's eyes soften and they lean down to kiss his forehead. “I'll be right back, okay?”

A little embarrassed, Drake nods and watches the other duck head to his fridge. He closes his eyes again and almost sighs in relief as he's met with darkness. You can't lose your focus if there's nothing to focus on in the first place.

Did that even make sense? Whatever. His brain’s not working properly right now.

The sounds of his partner rummaging through the shelves fill the air. Drake is reminded of earlier when things felt so domestic between them. It's only been a couple of months since they started dating, but Launchpad already feels like the home he never had.

Drake doesn't know how he got so lucky; sometimes it all feels like a dream.

Launchpad leaving is his worst nightmare. He knows he's being a little dramatic, but his anxiety gets the better of him sometimes. He's too much, too expensive, too-

“Found it!” Footsteps pull Drake out of his thoughts and he cracks his eyes open. Launchpad already tore off the wrapping on the plastic straw and stuck it in the box. He holds it out now and places it near Drake's beak. “Drink this, okay?”

He moves the straw into his mouth with a hum and starts sucking the juice down, only stunned for a second at the chill. Fruit punch, his mind distantly informs him. It's his favorite flavor, but he's too focused on getting it into his system to really appreciate it right now.

When the juice box is thoroughly drained, he gives his boyfriend a small smile. He feels like he can talk without sounding like he's drunk now, so he says, “thanks, LP.”

“Anytime,” is the warm reply he receives. If Drake was of sound mind, he would kiss Launchpad breathless and maybe, maybe, utter those three little words that have grown harder to ignore as of late.

I love you.

The words are barely on the tip of his tongue even now. Yikes, his filter's pretty weak already. He tries to stuff the words down by chewing on the straw. Struggling with one of the disadvantages of diabetes is not his ideal confession scenario. Besides, it's way too soon to say that. Right? Right.

“Didn't think you kept juice boxes in your fridge,” he says instead. Not only is he trying to distract himself from his low brain feelings, he's genuinely curious. He doesn't recall seeing any juice boxes in LP’s fridge the last time he was here, and their favorite flavor is apple.

“Nah. Not for myself, at least.” They smile fondly at him. “I remembered that it's your favorite flavor, though, and I wanted to have something for whenever you went low over here.”

Wait.

Launchpad bought those for him? Specifically for him? And remembered his favorite flavor from a conversation they had three months ago when they asked Drake what he usually ate when his blood sugar went low?

That's...

“That's really sweet of you, LP. Thanks.” He says, because he's not really sure what to say. It's such a small act of kindness, something he's not used to, and he doesn't know how to deal with the sudden warmth in his chest.

He's too low for this. Feeling more intense emotions is a very frequent symptom of his when he's low, that's what this is. Yeah. Definitely.

His boyfriend's smile turns shy. “You don't have to thank me. Whatever helps you the most. Speaking of which, do you want me to bring your kit over here? I mean, obviously you feel low, but. Better to have an exact number, right?” Launchpad rambles, hand reaching to brush through the hair at the back of his neck.

That's a good point, actually. He has to be in the 40’s if he's feeling this bad. “Yes, please.”

Launchpad reaches to the side of his couch where Drake's bag is. Inside is his blood sugar kit (complete with a pricker, replaceable barrels, meter, test strips, insulin, and syringes), various small snacks in case he goes low when he's out, and a glucagon. He really hopes that last item is not going to be needed tonight.

He probably shouldn't have dropped the bag there, but he wanted to start their date. Can you really blame him?

The kit is found and placed onto the couch. Drake starts to reach for it, but suddenly there's a hand covering his.

“Can I check you, please?” He looks up and finds Launchpad staring at him. “I don't- if you don't want me to touch your stuff, I get it, but. You feel bad. So will you let me do it?”

You...want to help me? You don't want me to do this on my own?

“Sure. Just ask if you dunno what goes where, okay?” Drake says, thankful that his voice is somewhat steadier than his hands.

His partner nods and gets to work. They asked once how everything in the kit worked so Drake laid it all out and taught him. It felt nice having someone who wanted to listen to him talk about diabetes stuff.

He hears the test strip bottle close with a pop and the pricker calibrate with a ca-click. Just as Launchpad asks, he holds out a finger and lets his mind drift.

It's really not something he's used to, having someone around that he trusts will take care of him. For as long as he can remember, Drake could only rely on himself to get through whatever diabetic crisis he faced.

He was eight when he was diagnosed. At first, his parents did most of the hard work. He picked up on checking his blood sugar pretty quickly, but they would manage all his carb ratios and injections.

Then, they just sort of…stopped. Like they had only done it for him in the first place because he was too young to fully understand. By the time he was thirteen, he did pretty much everything on his own. So much so that more often than not on the tri-monthly visits to his endocrinologist, the car ride would be spent drilling his parents on what the past three months had been like.

Not that they ever told him they didn't care or want to care to his face. No, Drake had just picked up on it. But the night he overheard them talking about medical expenses was a particularly rude awakening.

He couldn't sleep for some reason and decided to watch some Darkwing Duck. He barely made it out of his bedroom when he heard voices.

“Why's everything gotta be so damn expensive!?”

Ah. His dad was looking at bills. So much for a DW marathon in peace and quiet. Drake had one foot back in his bedroom when he heard his mother reply.

“It doesn't really help that our current bank account looks like that, either…”

Forget going back to bed, his curiosity was peaked. He stayed still, straining to hear.

He wished he hadn't at what he heard next.

“Yeah, well, having a defective kid ain't cheap. Why couldn't you have had a normal one?”

To this day, he still remembers how his heart sank to his stomach.

Defective.

Is that why they stopped helping? Why, at age sixteen, it was unspoken knowledge that Drake managed everything on his own? They didn't see a literal child in need, they saw a column of dollar signs. A black hole that sucked up all their cash and never gave it back.

His mom stayed quiet, and that hurt even more. She didn't care, either. Neither one of them did.

They were both selfish assholes that only cared about the alcohol they could've had stocked in their kitchen.

He cried himself to sleep that night, mourning the days when he could still trust his parents to take care of him and wishing he didn't have to live like this. If no one wanted to help him, he’d suck it up on his own. No one wanted to take care of him? Fine. Drake Mallard didn't need anyone else. He was better off on his own.

Those horrible feelings crash over him like a tidal wave now, twenty years later, and he doesn't know why they're here but he's overwhelmed by it all.

Why can't he just have a normal body? Why does his condition have to be so expensive and annoying and miserable sometimes? Why does he have to be so dependent on people when he tells himself that he’s better off working alone, when no one in his life has loved him enough to care anyway?

There's a price tag on his head (not just physical, because diabetes is a greedy little bitch), and it's only a matter of time until Launchpad figures this out. He won't want to stay up late to keep checking, to keep buying syringes or insulin or tests strips. He won't stay forever, and it's all Drake's fault, for getting so attached and having a broken, shitty body.

“Drake? Did I do something wrong?”

He blinks. There are tears in his eyes, a few of which have spilled down his cheeks.

“Uh,” his voice cracks. He wipes away the tears with his other hand. “No. N-no, you didn't do anything wrong. What were you doing?”

Launchpad cocks his head to the side and squints in concern. He knows there's more to Drake's answer, but he doesn't push yet. “I pricked your finger and put the blood in. You didn't even flinch, but I thought that was ‘cause you're used to this. Was there another reason?”

“I'm sorry.” And before Launchpad can start to ask for what? with his mouth already open, Drake rushes to say, “I'm sorry that out of all the people you could date, you got stuck with a chronically ill mess like me. You deserve a normal partner, and god you have no idea how badly I wish I was, but I'm not. I'll always be a burden and I know you won't want to stick around to deal with all the shit that comes with diabetes.

“Not that I don't want you to stay, please don't think that, but…” More tears fall and he brushes them aside, accidentally smearing blood on his feathers. “I’m not used to someone wanting to take care of me, and I don't want it to stop.”

He doesn't take his eyes off of Launchpad as he cries. If this were a cartoon, he would laugh at how quickly their expression changes. Confusion, concern, and realization flash across their face before their eyes soften again in concern.

“Baby,” they say, reaching out to cradle Drake's face. They gently wipe away the blood with their thumb, and Drake feels weak. Loving touches were something he was never given as a child, and it's taken some getting used to. It burns, unfamiliar and wonderful, every time Launchpad touches him. All he can do in this moment is lean into it and shut his eyes.

“Look at me, please?” He groans internally as he opens his eyes. Later, when his blood sugar isn't so low and he can properly think, he’ll recall the look on his boyfriend's face as determined. “I love you, so much. You're not a burden, and you never will be. Being with you is a new experience, sure, but it's a good one. It's not your fault your body's like this, and it doesn't make you any less amazing.

“Heck, if anything, it makes you even more so. You have to do more to stay healthy than most people, and you're really good at it! St. Canard is a better place with Darkwing Duck and Drake Mallard.” Launchpad leans in to kiss his forehead. “They were wrong, you're not unlovable.”

He's so gentle, so sweet, and it's all too much for Drake to wrap his mind around. Never mind the low, he's just heard what he's secretly always wanted to. He is good. He is loved. He...needs to know what his blood sugar actually was before he cries an entire ocean. One more thing, though.

“Uh,” seems like a good place to start as he scrambles to pick up the pieces of himself. He takes a shaky breath. “Thank you. Sorry I dumped all of that onto you, I don't know where it came from tonight, but. Thanks. I really needed that.”

LP still looks a little sad and it makes his heart hurt, but he bites down on his beak to avoid apologizing again. “No problem. Sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.” He strokes his cheek some more, and Drake sighs.

“This is nice and all, but,” his eyes dart to the meter still sitting in front of him. They got distracted for too long and now the little screen is dark. “Did you catch the number that showed up?”

“Buh?” Launchpad's eyes widen as he remembers what they were doing before. “Oh, dang it! Sorry! Do I need to do it again, or-”

Eh, they probably should, but Drake doesn't want to. It hasn't been too long anyways, maybe five minutes? He’ll be fine. “No, you're good, just press the button with the arrows. All the pricks get stored so you can look at them later.”

Any distress on their face is quickly replaced by a beaming smile. “Neat!” They do as Drake asked, and a number pops up: 46.

“Lovely,” Drake groans. “And I just ate. Maybe I just took too much insulin. Or am I getting sick? If I can't keep anything down in the next hour, I swear-”

LP snapping his fingers in his face pulls him away from his rambling. “Hello? Earth to Drake Mallard. I dunno what made you low, but we gotta fix it first. Would more juice work?”

Oh yeah. Hm, more juice or something else? Even though he feels exhausted, going to sleep is a bad idea. He's gotta stay up until he's back in range, so…

“Actually, do you have any Pep?” Launchpad tilts his head and furrows his brow as Drake explains. “Normally I wouldn't ask, but I think something with that much sugar would really help. Plus, the caffeine will keep me awake.”

They look less confused now, but their head remains tilted slightly. “There's not that much caffeine in Pep, though.”

“You forget I don't drink the regular Peps nearly as often as you do, LP.” The last time he actually had one was...ten years ago? They work great for treating a low quickly and that's the only time he ever cares to drink them. It's not worth the extra insulin or highs to try to look normal.

“Oh yeah! So you're not used to the sugar.” He nods. “Okay, be right back.” Launchpad takes about twenty seconds to get a Pep and come back to Drake. The tab's already open. “Uh, do you need to drink the whole thing right now?”

He really shouldn't, the juice is probably still processing. Still, it's very tempting to chug the entire thing just to put more sugar in his body. But he wants his blood sugar to be normal, not sky high. “No, I'll probably drink half of it right now. Thank you.” He takes the Pep and sips, blinking at the sheer amount of sugar flooding his taste buds.

The fact that most people drink enough of this stuff to where they hardly notice it boggles his mind. Not that the diet stuff is really healthier, but it's definitely a different taste.

Guess he's pulling a graveyard shift tonight. But at least he's with Launchpad.

(That's the other thing about drinking regular sodas; he gets really hyper. Last time, he couldn't fall asleep until exactly two am. Being tired but unable to sleep is the absolute worst feeling, and you can't change Drake's mind.)

Now that he can think a little more clearly, he realizes something.

“I can't drive like this,” he says. Driving with a low blood sugar is really dangerous, and not his usual kind. It's the kind of dangerous that could get himself, or someone else, or even both, killed. “And I'm definitely not walking home anytime soon, so. Guess our date’s been extended?”

Launchpad blinks at him, then claps his hands together and grins. “You're staying overnight! I mean, I wish it was under better circumstances, obviously, but. Yay!” He rocks on his heels before catching himself and looking away, a faint blush appearing on his face. “Anyways, is there anything else you need?”

Drake's about to reply not right now, thank you, but then he realizes something that's actually pretty important.

“Wait, since I'm staying here tonight, could I use your bathroom really quick? I, uh, need to take my binder off,” he admits. He’d forgotten it was even there until he remembered wait, you need to take that off before you go to sleep. He put it on about a half hour after he woke up, which was at noon, and it's midnight now so...oops. It's past time to take it off.

His boyfriend nods. “Yeah, no worries! Do what you gotta do. Wait.” His brow furrows. “You need me to help you over there?”

“I,” he falters. “Wouldn't mind it if you did.” The sugar's kicking in now, but he still doesn't trust himself. Given how clumsy he is? Better safe than sorry.

Launchpad holds his arms as he walks to the bathroom. He closes the door, Launchpad sitting in front of it just in case, and turns to the mirror. His shirt hits the floor, soon followed by his binder. A sigh of relief fills the air as he folds it. He hadn't realized how long he'd been wearing it. Tomorrow will have to be a skip day just to stay on the safe side.

(Hormones aren't a concern; he's not on them right now and is perfectly fine with that. The cost of that and insulin would be hard to juggle, anyways.)

He opens the door to find Launchpad staring at him, and he smiles shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Launchpad smiles back, and holds out his hand. Drake takes it and pulls his boyfriend to his feet. They walk back to the couch together. “So, what are we doing? You can't go to sleep until your blood sugar's back up and we were in the middle of an episode of Darkwing Duck.”

“I like the way you think,” Drake teases. “So long as you check every now and then to make sure I haven't fallen asleep yet.” He sits down in his original spot.

“Whatever you need,” they reply, and sit down next to him. They wrap their around his waist and Drake leans into their side as he tries to find the remote. It occurs to him just then that there's still something he hasn't said yet. Something bigger than “thank you.”

He taps LP on the shoulder. They turn to look at him and oh no, he's already flustered. “I just. You said you, uh, loved me earlier and I wanted to say that, that I love you too.” His face is burning, and he got quieter at the end, but at least it’s out in the open now.

Launchpad’s eyes soften and he tilts his head close enough to kiss Drake. It's a quick peck, but sweet nonetheless. When he pulls away, he's smiling. “You're wonderful, you know that?”

Drake only blushes more and buries his face in Launchpad's chest. He can feel Launchpad chuckle and oh. Oh, that's really nice. He likes that a lot. He would stay right here, but the sounds of the Darkwing Duck episode are a siren song that never fails to lure him in.

They stay there, watching episode after episode and Launchpad checking in every so often. By the time Drake's blood sugar has gone back to normal, he stops watching and starts really thinking about the events of the night.

He doesn't have to do this on his own anymore. Someone actually wants to take care of him now.

He is loved. Really, truly loved. And he’ll never let Launchpad go.

#IT WORKS ON MOBILE #thank you god #anyways tada!!#ducktales #darkwing duck #drakepad #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #my writing #drake has t1d the fic basically #and really bad parents but that's not new

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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Hmmm, I dunno why I imagine this but, what happens if MC made the brothers (+undateables if possible) watch human world anime, what anime should it be??

Sure I will just use anime that I watched. I'm calling myself out here lol.

These are just recommendations to them, not really a reaction. It would just be you and them sitting somewhere being comfy and cuddling with you while watching any of these.

Leviathan

Kaguya-Sama: Love is War (Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen) - No brainer here. It's a romcom with a lot of shojo insider jabs. It's funny and meta. Also the main characters are cute together. (JUST DATE ALREADY)

Pretty Rhythm (and it's male version king of prism)

sion)- So this is an ice skating/idol kinda think. It has music, fashion, and some good drama. It gets very strange. This series is a delightful drug trip. Especially the king of prism movie/series is something else. Well I just want Levi to wtf about it with me.

(Yeah it can get a bit boring since it's an idol anime. Much like the Pripara series, but like at one point one girl gets processed by a dress. Where else can you get that?)

Cute High Earth Defense Club LOVE! (Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei Bu Love!) - It's a magical boy series. It's 90 percent comedy and 90 percent gay, the rest is hot springs. It's honestly a lot of fun. As a lover of magical girl anime Levi will surely enjoy this spoof of the genre. (Also watch Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss!)

Zombieland Saga - Zombie Idol girls. Enough said. It's honestly fun to watch.

*Literally every anime you have ever seen*

Satan

The Case Files of Jeweler Richard (Housekisho Richard-shi no Nazo Kantei)- This one is like a detective story but with gemstones. It's very interesting. It has some interesting facts and it's a bit like Holmes and Watson but without murder. *Also Richard looks very good*

Ascendance of a Bookworm (Honzuki no Gekokujou: Shisho ni Naru Tame ni wa Shudan wo Erandeiraremasen)- A girl that loves books gets reborn into a world where books don't exist, so she has to find a way to make them herself. This is a very good anime. The heroine is very knowledgeable and it's a fun anime to watch. (Dr.Stone is also an anime that is a bit similar to this one, so might as well watch that too.)

Beelzebub

Yakitate!! Japan - An anime about making bread in Japan. It's an a bit older anime and it's pretty long but it is pretty interesting. It follows a typical sport anime formula but with bread.

Haikyuu!! - Volleyball anime. The boys are pretty hot. *My fave is Kenma.*

Asmodeus

Free! - Hot boys in swimwear. What else do you need? *You all watched this one already*

Yuri on Ice - Ice Skating but with romance. *I don't need to explain this one.*

Lucifer

Chihayafuru - Japanese poem memory sport? I'm not sure how to explain this but just picture a sport anime but with more drama. It's somehow very interesting. * I dunno how good it fits but it got poems so well?* I recommend regardless.

Kono Oto Tomare!: Sounds of Life - School/Sport/club anime but about learning the Koto. It has classical music and an interesting drama. Even some romance.

Mammon

Senryuu Girl - This one is about a girl that just communicates with Senryuu poems. She doesn't speak and the anime doesn't “fix” her. The boy in this one is an ex delinquent but a very good boy. It's very sweet.

Astra Lost in Space(Kanata no Astra)-some teenagers get lost in space. (It's much more than that but I don't want to spoil anything). Good drama/mystery, nice locations and good romance. Mammon might learn something from the resident Tsundere.

Belphegor

Uchitama?! Have you seen my Tama?- Anime about cute cats and dogs but they look like humans sometimes. It's cute and funny, the episodes are pretty short and lighthearted for the most part. *One episode is heartbreaking*

Mewkledreamy - Magical? Girl anime. They go into other people's dreams. (I dunno why I watch this one either. I think it was the cat plush)

Barbatos

Black butler - Not to call anyone out but you know. He is one hell of a Butler.

Diavolo

Dance With Devils- I just love this anime so much. Demon musical with romance. I just feel like he will enjoy this one. *I use every excuse I can to at least add one otome anime lol*

Simeon

My Roommate is a Cat (Doukyonin wa Hiza, Tokidoki, Atama no Ue.)- It's about a guy that adopts a cat. It's cute and it's sad and the cat is very cute. Also the guy is an author.

Luke

Pretty Cure - The entire library of all the different series. That will keep him busy. It has some good friendship and team lessons. Also magical girls and pets.

Yumeiro Patissiere - is a very cute anime about a girl that wants to become a Pastry Chef. It will probably give you diabetes.

So here we go. Shoutout to the 500 anime that I didn't add.

Feel free to add some of your own.

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Sweet ritual

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“Bee and Red Velvet hang out” Thank you so much for the anon who requested this!

a/n: Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

“Are you fine to stay here?” Taeyong asked Bee while settling a folded sweater under her head.

NCT was currently learning the choreography for Black on Black when the girl started feeling a fever kicking in. Taeil was the first one who noticed she wasn’t feeling well, and suddenly all of them refused to keep going until she was taken care of.

Their manager, who knew they had to go through with the normal schedule, decided to let her rest for the day, except that he didn’t want to send her home by herself in case the symptoms increased, so she was redirected to another training room, to stay there while they ended the practice.

Shifting on the black couch to lay on her side, she nodded and noticed how nice it would be to have a blanket at that moment. Of course, one of the boys had lent her another hoodie so she could wear on top of her own and while it helped to keep her a little warm, she could still feel undeniably cold.

“I’ll see if there’s someone to keep you company while we’re away,” Taeyong said patting her head and walking towards the door “Try to rest a little in the meanwhile”

Closing her eyes to avoid the brightness of the room, Bee whished her limbs weren’t so heavy so she could get up to turn off the lights, but that wasn’t a problem for too long since the medicine she had taken seemed to kick in pretty quickly and she fell asleep almost instantly.

Yun-hee didn’t know how long it had been since she fell asleep, but after a while, she started to come back to her senses, and the first thing she felt was someone running their hand on her hair in a soothing way.

Confused to who it was, she opened her eyes slightly, turning to lay on her back and saw Irene sitting on the couch’s armrest while caressing her head. Feeling the movement of her head, Irene looked over to see Bee waking up and sighed “I told you guys to keep it down, you made her wake up”.

Looking to where she was speaking, Bee saw four other members of Red Velvet, and the reality of her seniors being there hit her. Jumping to her feet with the intention of bowing to them, she lost her balance for a little bit and fell sitting down on the couch.

“Sunbaenim, sorry for not greeting you earlier” she said while sitting since she didn’t want to make a bigger fool out of herself.

“Hey, it’s okay. Taeyong asked us to keep you company but you were already asleep when we got here” Seulgi smiled at her, sitting next to her while Wendy stood in front of her and felt her temperature with the back of her hand.

“You don’t feel warm, maybe you got better” The Canadian idol smiled at Irene and the older pushed Bee’s hair back and off her shoulder, probably trying to tidy up her bed hair a little. “How have you been lately? Have you been eating well?”

“Wow, Unnie, you never cared about us like that before” Joy said with a teasing tone while running around the room with Yeri.

“Well, she got sick. We need to access the situation before leaving her with the boys again” Wendy joked back making Bee giggle. But when everyone stayed silent waiting for her answer she realized they were only half-joking.

“Oh, I’m fine Unnie. Everyone takes good care of me and I always make sure to stay healthy” she nodded confidently making Seulgi coo from her left.

“I’m glad you’re being taken care of” she rubbed Bee’s back and smiled sweetly.

“If you ever need some female company feel free to come to our dorm though” Yeri smiled at her and joked “We have manicures every Saturday and drink tea in the afternoons”

“Now you’re making us look more put together than we really are” Joy smirked “Most of our dorms is actually yours and Jaein’s clothes thrown around the room”

“We’re not that messy” Yeri rolled her eyes “But yeah, the invitation to come by is still there”

“Thank you, Where’s Jaein Unnie by the way?”

“She’s stuck recording for the next album” Seulgi explained “But she did say to tell you to get better soon”

Bee smiled and started to mess with her sleeves, the warmth of two hoodies suddenly becoming too much “Did you guys see my water bottle? I’m not sure if I left it in the other room or not”

Looking for it around the room, Wendy shrugged her shoulders “I don’t think it’s here. Hey, we could go to the cafe downstairs and grab some drinks, I’d be like, your starting ritual on the SM female group”

“Ritual??” Bee cocked her head to the side in confusion and Irene laughed.

“We would have done it sooner, but the boys basically kept you to themselves. C’mon it’s going to be fun, BoA unnie did it to us” The older pated her back urging her to get up and off they went to the SM cafe.

The seniors ordered for Bee and made sure to pay for her too, which she was very thankful for since her wallet was upstairs in the NCT dance room.

“There you go,” Yeri said giving her a pink cupcake and staring at her expectantly. A little taken back by everyone staring at her, Bee knew better than to just take a bite of the cake, the months living with Haechan and Chenle had taught her that.

“Unnie, what is going to happen?” She said scared of some kind of insect crawling out of it.

“They sell it here so it’s nothing harmful” Seulgi tried to comfort her butt still urging her to take a bite “Starting ritual remember”

Taking a deep breath, Bee ate a little of the cupcake, but instead of the weird taste she was expecting, she was met with an incredibly sweet one, the type to give you a headache from the amount of sugar in the food.

“It’s not bad” she mumbled with her mouth full “A bit sweet, but nothing too big”

“A bit?? That’s like, diabetes in a cake” Joy looked exasperated at her and Bee shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess I’ve always been good with sweet things” She spoke taking another bite of the cupcake and the older girls giggled at her. “oh, Taeyong Oppa!”

The older boy came running from the hallway and exhaled relieved when he saw her “There you are! When I said keep an eye on her, I didn’t mean take her away”

“Calm down, we never left the building” Seulgi smiled calmly at him and he walked past her to feel Bee’s temperature.

“Your fever is gone, good” He sighed and stopped talking when he saw the cupcake on her hand “Who gave you this?”

“We did” Irene raised one eyebrow at him as if he was going to question her.

“Oh, okay. It’s just we were trying to keep her away from it before she got addicted” he stated and his shoulders dropped a little “But I guess it’s already done”

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cruecifymesixx · 4 years

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Love and Leather /part eighty three/

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: SMUT, language, angst

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~St. Valentine’s Day ‘96~

Nikki hissed, pulling against the restraints wrapped around the bed frame and attempting to shake off blind fold made out of his own bandanna, “Van c’mon princess, you’re killing me here.” He spoke through gritted teeth, moaning louder when the hot wax dripped onto his chest again.

Vanity giggled, straddling his lap as she watched the red liquid drop down, “But you were the one that suggested this baby.” She leaned over, pressing her hips into his crotch and kissed the front of his neck, her tongue running up his Adam’s Apple before kissing his chin.

“Fuck..” Nikki groaned, bucking his hips up, “Come on!” He gnawed on his bottom lip as her hands pressed against his skin when she sat up again, purposefully grinding her ass into him.

“But I like seeing you like this Nikki.” Vans words slid off her lips like honey as she scratched her nails up and down his skin and leaving visible red lines in their wake, “Knowing you can’t touch me even if you wanted too. Does it hurt baby? I bet you want to just bury your cock in me like you always do don’t you?”

“Then unlock these so I can, bet that pretty pussy is just screaming for my attention.” Nikki laughs deeply, pulling on the restraints again until Vanity wrapped gold painted nails around his throat to keep him down.

“I can wait it out unlike you, Sixx.” She whispers against his lips before nipping at his bottom lip and tugging at it. Van hummed hearing his breathy whimper as she sat up straight and grabbed the melting candle. She tipped it slowly watching it pour against his abdomen and the bead of wax rolling down before it hardened. Each time she felt his thighs tense up and saw the veins pop out in his arms from turning his hands into fists around the cuffs.

How did Nikki get himself in this spot when these restraints were put in place for her? He doesn’t know. They came back to the hotel room he had booked for Valentine’s Day after having dinner at their favorite steakhouse. The two started off with a bath full of bubbles, rose petals and laughter while splitting a bottle of champagne evenly. Then they were in bed fooling around and next thing he knows Vanity’s asking him to put on the blindfold and he’s asking her to pour hot wax on him.

“Baby, please?”

Vans eyebrow raised into a perfect arch as she heard the begging followed by the quiet whimper he tried hiding when she poured some more. She reached up and pulled the blindfold off as he blinked a few times to adjust to the light, “That wouldn’t be Nikki Sixx begging would it?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, adjusting his hips under hers as he took in the lingerie she was wearing. The same set he had gotten her a few months prior at Christmas time, “We can switch Princess it’s only fair.”

Vanity laughs at him, “I’m not the one with a pain kink, Nikki.” She smiles at him, watching his eyes close and hearing the muttered fuck as she presses her ass onto his crotch. Vanity eyed him before putting her hand into her panties, moaning when she touched herself in front of Nikki.

Vanity let out a heavy sigh as she brought some relief to herself, “Fuck..” She whimpers grinding her hips against her hand which only resulted in more pressure being added to Nikki’s crotch. Van dipped her middle and ring fingers inside of her feeling the stretch but would rather have it be his fingers instead. She smiled at him as he stared in awe and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking on them and treating them as if they were his cock.

Vanity peppered kisses and small bites up his chest and neck before meeting his lips. Nikki moaned into her mouth, tongue finding hers as he tasted her essence on her lips. He groaned when she broke the kiss, attempting to press his lips to any part of her that he could. She reached over his head grabbing the key chain dangling off the post, “I think I’ve had enough fun torturing you..” She sweetly pecks his nose as she unlocks his hands.

It takes no time at all as Nikki pulls her panties down, barely hanging on at her foot until she kicks them off, “You want it?” He looked at her rubbing the tip of his cock against her, “Beg for it.”

Vanity moans, feeling him move even slower “Please Nikki.”

He tsks, pulling away “I know you can do better than that. You want me to fuck you? Make you fucking cum over and over to the point where it hurts. Till you’re reduced into tears and whines begging me to stop? Then fucking beg for it baby cause you have the whole night ahead of you.”

*Next Morning*

Vanity gets out of the car jumping in surprise and reaching Nikkis wrist when he smacks her ass, “Quit doing that! It hurts.” She huffed, rolling her eyes as she opened up the front door.

“Oh don’t be a big baby. There’s only a few bruises unlike me who has welts going down my chest.” Nikki retorted, slapping her ass again as Arianna came running from the backyard.

“Mom! Daddy!!” She exclaims, Mick gingerly following in with Anarchy behind him, “I missed you!” She ran to Van first, colliding into her legs as Van picked her up.

“I missed you so much more! We’re you good for uncle Mickey?” Van kissed her cheeks before Nikki took her out of her arms.

“Don’t call me that.” Mick warned, “And yes she was a peach. Went to bed like she was suppose too after story time and then demanded French toast this morning.”

Vanity smiled, “Thank you Mick and sorry, I should’ve warned you. She loves French toast for breakfast and has it almost every day.”

“Mommy you have a booboo on your neck!” Arianna pointed out as she jammed her finger into the side.

“Ow!” She gently pushed Ari’s hand away, “Babe that hurt!”

“I’m sure it hurt more to get.” Mick mumbled, making Vanity��s cheek turn a shade of pink.

Nikki laughed as he put Arianna down, “Thanks again Mick for watching her on such a short notice. I appreciate it.”

Mick waved him off, reaching to grab his jacket from the couch “No problem Sixx. She kept me moving and I need that sometimes. I’ll see you guys later. You be good, turd.” Mick smiled brightly at Arianna and ruffled up her already messy locks before he left.

“Daddy! Can we have our tea party now?! Pleaaaaasseee!” Arianna begged as she grabbed Nikki’s hands, attempting to pull him over to the dining table.

“Tea party? I don’t remember being invited to one?” He smirked lifting Ari up on his feet and taking giant steps as she giggled.

“Yes! But you have to bring everything! And dress nice too!”

Nikki scoffed, “A party and I have to bring everything? What’s the point in that?” He grinned, picking her up and setting her down in the chair, “Let me get everything ready for the prettiest princess in all of the kingdoms, alright?”

“I’ll go get my dress! And your party hat!”

Vanity chuckled, stopping in her tracks so she wouldn’t get ran over as Arianna booked it up the stairs with Anarchy in tow. The flashing lights of the answering machine caught Vans eye as she went over and pressed play:

“Van! It’s Clem! I need you to call me back right away please!”

“Vanity! Call me immediately! It’s dire!”

Van chuckled and picked up the house phone, dialing Clementines number, “Hey, it’s me! Sorry I’m just now calling you. Nikki and I just got back home. Is everything okay?”

Clementine smiled wide, glancing at Tommy as his smile was even bigger, “Van-oh thank god! I’m sorry I called so many times but something happened and I gotta tell you!” She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Uh...ar-are you okay? Do I need to come over? Are you at the hospital? Did somebody die?” Van grabbed Nikkis arm when he walked by with Arianna’s plastic tea cup set.

“What? Who is it?”

“I’m fucking pregnant!!”

Vans eyes widen as she gasps before letting out an excited scream, “Oh my god! Are you serious?! Are you sure!? Oh my god Clementine!”

Nikki grimaced when she started smacking his chest, “I need to check if my ears are bleeding now.”

“Clementines pregnant!” Vanity smiled at Nikki as he made a unamused expression, “Does Tommy know!? Please tell me Tommy knows!”

“Yeah, he knows. I told him last night after dinner. He started crying.”

“I did not!”

Vanity laughs, “I’m so happy for you both. Nikki says congratulations too.” Van glares when he rolls his eyes and mouths bullshit, “Aren’t you suppose to be getting a tea party ready?” Van raises an eyebrow as Nikki flips her off and heads to the kitchen to get Arianna’s apple juice and some cookies.

“I’m really happy for you Clemmy! Just let me know if you need anything okay? I’ll help you get set up with a good doctor and everything when the time comes.”

Clementine smiles as Tommy comes over and holds her tight, peppering her shoulder in kisses, “Thank you. Maybe we can have dinner tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah just come by later tonight and we can celebrate. Love you!” Van hangs up when they say their goodbyes and puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Mom!” Arianna yelled running to her with her arms stuck in one hole of the dress, “Help!” Van grabbed her elbow and pushed it through before adjusting it, “Daddy are you ready!? We can’t be late!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming. Well don’t you look pretty.” He smiles at her as they sit down and have their tea party. Arianna handing Nikki a bright pink crown to wear as he reluctantly took it.

Vanity watches them for a minute before deciding to catch up on some laundry. She groans seeing Nikki and Arianna’s hamper overflowing as usual. She grabs Nikki’s pants, going through the pockets as he’s notorious for leaving bass picks and candy wrappers behind. She dumps the trash in the garbage and puts the picks in a little glass jar that’s about half way full.

Van glances at a shred of notebook paper, thinking it might be a lyric written down as she knows Nikki does that. However she wasn’t expecting to find Donna’s name written and a cute little heart next to it, followed by her number and “Don’t loose my number this time. Call me whenever.” under it.

She took a breath in, holding it before exhaling and dumping the rest of his clothes in to the washer. Almost half tempted to dump the bottle of bleach in but decides not too. She slams the washer lid before leaving the laundry room.

“Hey Nikki?”

“What’s up baby?!” He calls for her, laughter in his voice as Arianna talks to her stuffed pig and gives him some juice, well, tea and a bite of the cookie.

“I think you might need this.” Van says, placing the paper down in front of him. Eyes ablaze and cheeks red as she’s forcing herself not to strangle him.

Nikki looks at the paper, his heart dropping to his stomach as he looks up at her, “Van, I-“ His words are futile as Vanity is already walking away from him and heading up the stairs, the slam of the bedroom door echoing after.

Therapy was going to be fun next week.

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years

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i vaguely remember asking if anyone had read the “summer camp secrets” series on here, a while ago... and getting resounding silence, which i took to be a no. i think i had either a dan/alex parallel or a blair/alex parallel, both of which kind of work.

now, the only things i can actually remember about those books (i read them in middle school, ok?) is brynn and alex! (im assuming that’s how brynn’s name is spelt.) i barely remember anyone else in there. and the more i think about it the more i feel like.... i want to dan & blair them.

since nobody seems to remember these books or have read them i can likely say anything i want to and y’all will have to take my word for it, lmaooo. but seriously - alex and brynn as dan and blair is so deeply interesting to me and i cannot stop thinking about them.

alex’s whole thing is sort of that she’s aspiring to be good at so many things, maybe even everything (this is why she could work for dan OR blair) - she’s really good at sports and academics, etc etc. but she’s also got diabetes, which is like... her secret? and she doesn’t want the other girls to know this, she has some internalised ableism + fear about other people’s ableism & how that’ll manifest if they see her as different, and what i remember from book 4, the alex pov book (it’s been like, 10 years) is that she had so much internal monologue and quiet angst going, she repressed everything and kept it inside so much and she just really wanted to like. be one of the girls but also be successful. and yeah, like i said, that could be really blair, but i just. that energy for dan makes my heart hurt, because honestly the crux of both dan and alex is sort of knowing there’s something about you that sets you apart from your peers (even though it’s different Somethings in both their cases) and being hyperaware of that, trying to compensate for that, trying to ignore the voice in your head that’s telling you you will never fit in, and all that. and that’s just so interesting for dan, but also sort of heartbreaking (i can definitely see dan struggling w/ internalised ableism even in show!canon as a context and like. ouch)

and brynn! brynn is interesting for blair because she doesn’t match up in terms of vibes, on a surface level at least. brynn is sunshiney and outgoing and extroverted and in THAT sense more of a serena. but that’s just the outward bits. brynn is like. THE theatre kid to end all theatre kids. she is so embellishingly extra and ridiculous and over the top but not in a bad way, just in a 12 year old who idolises audrey hepburn kind of way. (they’re both either 12 or 13, fuck if I remember. i read these books such a long time ago.) i mean. is the blair waldorf appeal NOT just, essentially, thinking believeing dreaming of being a star and trying to work for it? brynn is just so dedicated and focused and all that jazz, from what i remember. i dont think i ever read the brynn pov book (so maybe she is more of a serena, i don’t know) but i just really think that vibe of like. kid who pins all their hopes and dreams on a Single aspiration and goes “i GOTTA do this or else i won’t succeed” is just.. very on brand for blair. .but again, disclaimer for the millionth time that it’s been years, etc, i could be bullshitting this.

and that’s the thing about alex and brynn - they’re both best friends (tho in retrospect im pretty sure i shipped them when i read these books) and they’re both VERY intense in like. extremely opposing ways. brynn, for instance, unironically calls people “dahling”, it’s her Thing. i think. i couldn’t possibly have made that one up. but brynn is just like that, life’s a stage, she’s always performing, and alex is sort of like that too but more when it comes to sports/academics. they’re both just two kids who are so so so serious about who they want to become, what they want to be, what they want to do with their lives, etc etc, but in very different ways. they see themselves in each other a lot, and they understand each other, even though they’re outwardly very different.

and im thinking specifically about the time alex travels across a few states or something (i think they lived like. west coast/east coast, or the very least, a few timezones apart) JUST to see brynn’s theatre performance on opening day.

anyway in case you can’t tell im very , very tired, and i cannot fucking sleep,

#meta #crossover #i want to put this in the db tag but it's not entirely db #these books couldve been amazing OR they couldve been shitty #i don't remember #i DO remember there was this brief summer before 8th grade when we were ALL reading them #middle school sure was a time #summer camp secrets #just in case there's a fandom on tumblr #(there isn't i don't think)#anyway #not putting this in the g0ssip g1rl tag for the same reason i didnt put it in the da1r tag #it's only like. 20% that anyway.

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shamelesslypoetic · 4 years

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be still my foolish heart (don’t ruin this on me)

Summary: After the events of “Flirting With Social Anxiety” Roman and Virgil retire to Roman’s room, confess their feelings and have a well-deserved nap.

Wordcount: 2.7k

Pairings: romantic prinxiety

Warnings: Spoilers for the latest episode, kissing, cavity-inducing diabetes on the spot sweet fluff.

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Roman was happy. Roman was so so happy he buzzed with it. Every fiber of his being sang with joy, his heart slamming against his rib cage in the best way, overflowing like an erupting volcano or milk left too long on a stovetop or a boy whose earliest dream had come true.

As Roman followed the one who helped him achieve said dream (and the most momentous victory to date) into his room, pride gleamed high and unbidden within him, intensifying tenfold the second they stepped over Roman’s threshold.

Roman wondered if the rest of the mindscape could feel it too, the delicious rush in his veins, the exhilaration, the pure unadulterated euphoria.

With how wide Virgil’s smile stretched, Roman thought it must be possible.

They stood face to face, Roman in the doorway and Virgil leaning against the wooden end of the bed, both grinning at each other as their chests rose and fell with the depth of their breathing. Virgil’s was laboured and a little shallow, but continuous and steady. He was shaking and rightfully so after the sensational stunt he’d pulled that day.

When the memory flashed into Roman’s mind, Virgil pushing Thomas in the truest display of courage Roman had yet to see, he wanted to hug Virgil so much his arms ached with it. He hadn’t wrapped him in a long embrace at the mall solely because he thought it would look weird but by Zeus, what was stopping him now?

He took a step into the room as if to reach for Virgil but then stopped short as his eyes met Virgil’s radiant pair. Those eyes, glowing above two end-of-rainbow violet whirls, shone bright as the purest brown gemstone. Amber. Dark topaz. Jesper. Or perhaps a subdivision of carnelian? Roman would have to scour Logan’s collection of precious rocks for an exact shade later.

For now he was content with gazing into them, their blinding light, the sugar-melt gum-drop fairy-floss sweetness of hope reflected in his companion.

And well, if he was a little overwhelmed, a little overcome by such a vision, no one could blame him for wrapping his arms around himself instead of Virgil could they?

Virgil, ever the worrywart, peered anxiously over at Roman’s hunched form.

“Is everything alright, Roman?”

Roman threw his head back and laughed -- airy and loud. It startled Virgil a little and Roman shook his head, wiping a tear from under his eye.

“God yes. More than that, Virgil, it’s perfect,” he confirmed brightly. “You’re perfect.”

Virgil’s face colored with a pretty blush. Carnations, sweet strawberries, cherry blossoms.

“Ro--”

“I really wanna hug you,” Roman interrupted, clasping his hands together. “Can I hug you please?”

Virgil stared at him. He let a croaked questioning noise. “Ohuh?”

Oh.

“Only if you want me to of course!” Roman blurted, mouth moving a million miles an hour; it was a miracle the words didn’t come out as gibberish. “I don’t want you to feel pressured I’m not desperate or anything, definitely not as desperate as I was at the mall haha, thank you again by the way--”

“Roman!” cried Virgil, snapping Roman’s jaw shut with the sheer force of his matter-of-fact stare. “Yes. Yes you may hug me.”

Roman froze. Then, in a flash of white and red and gold, surged forward, his arms pinwheeling ridiculously before he managed to get a grip on Virgil and crush him to his chest.

“What?” Virgil wheezed as snarkily as he could through the chorded muscles trying to anaconda-squeeze him to death. “No comment about Logan’s grammar stickler tendencies rubbing off on me?”

“Not today, storm cloud,” said Roman, choked and fragile as he loosened his grip.

Virgil patted Roman’s back, sarcastically sweet. “There there, Princey, it’s gonna be okay.

Roman shuddered as a sob-laugh wracked his frame.

Virgil stiffened. “Are you crying?” He wrenched back, his hands skittering through the air. His long spider-leg fingers raced to wipe Roman’s tears. “Wait, shit, did I do something wrong?”

The tender touch was a bit much for our mushy-hearted prince, so it took him a moment to respond.

“No no!” Roman grabbed Virgil’s hands gently, lowering them down before he let go. “I...I’m just. I’m just really happy, Virgil. Thomas is finally…he...my goodness are we actually ready for this?”

Virgil didn’t answer. Roman’s heart rate spiked, his breath hitching with a worry so acute even the natural radiation of confidence his room emanated couldn’t stifle it.

“Fuck, what if we aren’t? What if it goes wrong? He’s such a cool guy and Thomas finally has one thing to be happy about and if I ruin this too--”

“Roman stop!” cut in Virgil. “Breathe.”

“Yeah,” Roman rasped out, heaving. “Yeah, okay. Four, seven, eight right?

Virgil smiled softly. “There you go.”

It took a few tries before Roman’s inhales and exhales stabilized enough to use the countdown and somewhere in the interim Virgil had splayed his fingers across Roman’s chest to guide him through it.

“Just relax.”

Roman snorted, too preoccupied to be embarrassed about the ingelancy of the sound. “You’re one to talk.”

“Shush,” Virgil tutted. “Panic attacks are no fun. I would know.”

To that, Roman couldn’t really say anything. Even though he wanted to, even though he wanted to offer up consolation or comfort, he knew Virgil hated pity so he stayed quiet.

“Roman…” began Virgil. He glanced down at where his hands rested on Roman’s chest, blinking as if bewildered, as if they hadn’t moved of his accord. He stepped away, shuffled his feet and stuffed his hands into his pockets. His eyeshadow blackened back into dark gray and he wouldn’t meet Roman’s eyes. “What was that about you ruining this?”

Roman, slightly concerned by Virgil’s sudden withdrawal but trying not to show it, grumbled petulantly. “We weren’t supposed to angst today.”

Virgil’s eyes darted up to Roman’s and he smirked that one sourdough-crooked smirk Roman loved as much as it had infuriated him in the early days. “Excuse you, there’s never a bad time for angst! Angst makes for the best romantic tragedies.”

“Touché,” clucked Roman, almost disapproving of himself for agreeing. But when you literally worshipped Shakespeare you had to have a taste for tragedy, not that Roman would ever admit it. “I really don’t want this to end up a tragedy though.”

“Same,” said Virgil but he still had that probing poker face on, as well as the colorless eyeshadow.

“Can we...check in for the Prince Roman woe program tomorrow?” Roman wagered.

Virgil crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “We are gonna talk.”

“Yes I promise, but later. I...I just wanna bask in this for a moment.”

Virgil deflated, arms dropping to his sides (ha) once more as he sighed.

“And I’d argue you’re a bit too tired for serious-talk time anyway,” Roman added for good measure. It was true, Virgil’s slumped shoulders and drooping eyelids showed for his exhaustion. He’d really spent himself that day, panicking again and again. The dog had been the straw that broke the camel’s back and Roman, hopelessly fond and maybe a little lovesick, was torn between being proud and chastising his hardworking friend.

Friend? Why did that not sound entirely right?

Maybe it was because of the way Roman’s heart fluttered or the way he was breathing in flowers and confidence and pride or the kinetic energy that freely flowed between them, Roman high on adrenaline, Virgil tired and yet so frenzied in a duality that honestly made him look stunning. Or...maybe it was the way Virgil was looking at him, head tilted and eyes shining, like Roman had handed him the moon on a silver platter.

“Never too tired for you, Princey,” Virgil cooed mockingly. But he meant it.

Roman rolled his eyes, ignoring him. “Lets go lay down okay?”

Virgil nodded. His expression subsided into something timid and gentle. “Okay.”

And that’s when it dawned on Roman. They were alone. Him and Virgil, Virgil and him. Alone in Roman’s room.

Aphrodite have mercy on his poor soul.

Originally they stumbled in to prolong the blissful feelings, Roman with the ulterior motive of ignoring the ever-crumbling reality awaiting him just outside, the one he’d been forced to confront in front of a public bathroom.

But Virgil needed rest or he would run rampant for the rest of the day, expending himself even more. So perhaps Roman’s offer had been a little forward so what? Sue him for not wanting Virgil to faint.

Still, with Virgil on the bed, his bed, Roman hesitated.

Virgil made grabby hands in a request for cuddles and Roman thought he must be really far gone, exhaustion hooked too deep in his skin to keep up his tough-love emo character. Not that Virgil was disingenuous but Roman understood asking for affection “under normal circumstances” wasn’t easy for him, nevermind that Roman wanted to hold him forever reasons be damned.

And there. There Virgil was, unfurled and willing and confident.

Roman’s room had apparently worked its magic faster then usual, which wasn’t incomprehensible given the amount of energy electrifying Roman one vertebrae at a time, rolling down his spine in pleasant shivery waves.

Roman had stood still for a moment too long and Virgil pouted. Roman, frantic to coax his face back into elated warmth, finally accepted Virgil into his arms, who wiggled to find the right position. The right position ended up being his face pillowed on Roman’s bicep with his legs draped across the top of Roman’s thighs, the sheets pooling with the scent of buttercream and freshly picked roses beneath them.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed, intercepted only by gentle breaths that had now settled down and Virgil’s absent drumming on Roman’s knee.

Virgil broke first. “Roman?”

Roman typically would have responded with a “yes?” coupled by a nickname but he just hummed a pleased little sound as he pulled back to look Virgil in the eye, to indicate that he was listening.

Virgil said nothing and Roman waited patiently, expectant, when Virgil propped himself up and mashed their lips together.

If not for the effects of his room, Roman would think he was dreaming.

Their foreheads knocked and Virgil’s hands scrabble-squeaked on the bed like a tumbling mountain climber searching for purchase until Roman saved him from his predicament. He guided Virgil’s arms around his own waist and dipped forward over him, tilting his head into the kiss and savoring the licorice-plum medley playing on his tongue.

The feelings that fire-crackered through him were liquid-fast, weaving up his veins, carving ornate shapes into his bones, dressing him in starlight that burst from the cove of his mouth and showered him in brilliant gold and silver sparks.

Virgil felt like honey and hazel bloom, the cling of lipstick and chocolate and morning dew. Pink salt. Pearl ink. The orange blazes and reds pops and strokes of lilac that comprised sunsets. The softest velvet and sweetest birdsong. Treasure Roman cradled in his hands, hair that tickled his cheek like butterfly wings and shy fingertips that smoothed up his chest and caressed the hollows beside his neck. Lips, dry and cracked and bitten and slightly tangy but so very soft. Roman had never felt more alive, not even as Nico had led Thomas to his table.

When Virgil finally pulled back, so close he murmured the words right against Roman’s mouth, Roman’s eyes remained shut. He was a little dazed, and despite that the kiss hadn’t been particularly heavy, utterly breathless.

“Sorry,” said Virgil, breaking the spell.

When Roman opened his eyes Virgil’s eyeshadow had glimmered back into purple and he grinned so wide Virgil’s breath hitched. Roman could see his adam’s apple rippling the long expanse of his neckline. He wanted to kiss him there, maybe leave a teeny tiny mark, but refrained, mentally waving away his room’s influence.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I’ve wanted this for ages.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, the purple underneath shimmering faintly. “Then why didn’t you--?” He shook his head, cutting himself off. “S-Still, I rushed in, I--”

Roman ducked and kissed the words out of Virgil’s mouth. The second time around it felt like a blazing forest fire. Or a cozy hearth’s flame. Or perhaps somewhere in between.

“It’s okay,” Roman breathed out when they parted for oxygen. “I loved every second.”

Virgil’s shoulders fell from their tense line and he sighed shakily. Once, twice, then he smiled up at Roman. Small and precious as the first bud of spring. “I’m glad,” he murmured with a nonsensical gesture. “We um, took a huge chance today, ya know? I...I figured what’s one more.”

Roman grinned, caught Virgil’s frantically fluttering hand mid-air, and pressed his lips to the back of it. He held Virgil’s palm to his face, tilting his head to the side to kiss it as well.

“Valid,” he generously allowed.

Virgil blushed, hiding in the crook of Roman’s neck as he tugged his hand back and curled it into his own chest.

Sudden and too-bright in the calm joy of the room, Roman laughed. “God, Virgil, I love you.”

Virgil looked up at Roman, awed. His eyeshadow glittered. “You...you do?”

Roman stopped, slipping into a porcelain-perfect statue. Slowly, his hand rose as if to clamp over his mouth or slap himself. He lowered it back down. Roman then looked away, sheepish but smiling like a rising sun. “Yes, I do,” he whispered, afraid anything too loud would ruin the moment. “But I think that’s a conversation for after you wake up.”

“Fair,” conceded Virgil reluctantly. “I’m holding you to it though. I won’t forget, Roman. About either talks.” A threat and a promise. Exactly what Virgil was, exactly how Roman liked him.

Maybe it was a tad underhanded, but Roman kissed Virgil’s forehead and flashed him another grin. “Kay.”

Virgil’s mouth fell open. He closed his eyes and sighed, brows upturned in fond exasperation.

Roman cooed and pressed more featherlight kisses to each of Virgil’s cheeks. The tip of his nose. He stopped an inch above his lips. Virgil opened his eyes but instead of his perfunctory blank face, his eyes shone open and guileless. Limpid and hopeful.

Before speaking Virgil closed the distance between them, pecking Roman to seal the deal. “And even if I do you’ll remind me right?”

Roman’s face softened into resigned adoration. “Of course,” he promised, kissing each of Virgil’s eyelids. “Now sleep, my beautiful blackbird.”

Virgil’s face scrunched in mild annoyance but he didn’t call Roman on using enchanted fairy-dust to will him into sleep or the throwback. Instead, he looped his hands through Roman’s arm pits, clinging to his shoulders like a baby koala.

Virgil yawned, rubbing his face on Roman’s undershirt that peeked from his collar. “Mmh, only if you do.”

“As you wish, my featherbrained fellow.”

Virgil gave him an unimpressed look. “Stop,” he deadpanned.

Roman grinned obnoxiously, bumping their noses. “Never, my captivating corvid.”

Virgil groaned, tucking his face into Roman’s chest. “I hate you.”

Funny how the words sounded like an “I love you”, even though he hadn’t said it back the first time.

“I love you too,” replied Roman, dropping one last kiss to the crown of Virgil’s head.

He must have taken a moment to get the words out through the lump in his throat, because Virgil’s eyelids had slipped shut and his breath had settled into a rhythmic pattern. Washing onto Roman’s lips was peppermint, Virgil’s breath smelled like peppermint.

Roman knew Virgil couldn’t hear but he said it again anyway.

“Thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil, fast asleep, nuzzled into the rumble of Roman’s voice.

With a snap of his fingers Roman cloaked the room in darkness and the fairy strings across the canopy of his bed glowed to life. Licorice and plum still tingled on his lips and even in sleep Virgil’s eyeshadow glowed with tiny divots of amethyst under the fairy light. Roman drifted off, content for the first time in months.

Outside the mindscape, Thomas felt like he could do anything. Absolutely anything.

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A/N: Please reblog, this took two hours formatting on phone cause Tumblr kept eating the post and I don’t have a laptop (yet). Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Don’t forget to drink your loving Roman juice. See you soon ❤

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Sweet On My Lips (Crygi) - Mumu

A/N: This is my first fic! I usually write poetry, so this is quite a change. Hope you enjoy :) You can also read it on AO3!

Summary: Gigi’s a barista and Crystal stumbles into her cafe. Softness ensues.

It’s nearly four in the afternoon when Crystal Methyd stumbles into the cafe with a book bag under her arm. She needs a sugar high. Immediately.

She wanted to go to a Starbucks, but a few wrong turns on the way back from the new tattoo studio she was an apprentice at, and she was suddenly twenty minutes away from the nearest one. She ended up having to settle for a local cafe to satisfy her sweet tooth. How is that even possible? Starbucks is supposed to have a store on every street. That’s, like, the law.

Add that to the fact that LA summers felt like Satan himself was preemptively boiling everybody alive to lessen his workload once they made it down to hell, and you got one very pissed off Crystal.

“Hi! Can I get, uh, a-” Crystal starts, approaching the counter. She squints at the menu, trying to decide from the creative names which drink has the most cream and sugar. Her mouth tastes filmy and gross from dehydration, not at all helping her concentrate on scanning the drink names.

Tiramisu mocha? White chocolate raspberry frappe? Maybe the frappes are sweeter, given that they’re usually topped with whipped cream and all. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking. It’s too hot out to order a hot chocolate. Maybe she could ask to get it iced, though? Is that a thing?

She honestly should have just walked the twenty minutes to Starbucks; at least she knows for sure that they’re okay with modifications.

She realizes she’s been quiet for a few seconds too long when the barista speaks.

“Take your time! There’s not much business this time of day anyways.”

“Thanks,” Crystal drags her gaze away from the menu and up to glance at said barista. Her breath catches as soon as she does. The first thing she notices is curly red hair, pulled into a shiny ponytail. It looks soft, and she wants to touch it.

Crystal’s pretty sure this barista is the first redhead she’s met (apart from that one time she decided to dye her hair red in eighth grade, of course, but she doubts that counts.)

She’d only done it to piss off her English teacher after he’d gone on a rant and said that unnatural hair colors were an abomination of god or whatever. It didn’t come out to be a pretty shade like this girl’s. More… Clifford the big red dog. But ultimately, three months of picking out clothes to match her hair and drenching her damaged split ends in coconut oil were worth it, if only to see Mr. Rhodes splutter every time she came into his classroom.

A thump from the cafe dishwasher brings her back to the moment, and she startles slightly.

“D’you want some help choosing?” The barista asks helpfully.

She doesn’t trust herself to speak without stammering out something embarrassing, so Crystal just nods instead.

“Great!” The redhead says, smiling. Her nose scrunches as she does so, and Crystal notices the coral-colored blush placed there for the first time. It gives the girl a sunburnt look. It’s cute. She’s cute.

“I love guessing people’s coffee orders. It’s like, coffee shop tarot reading or whatever,” The girl says.

“Aren’t tarot readings for the future though?” Crystal gets out, finding her voice again. Her eyes drop to the barista’s name tag- Gigi. It’s nice to put a name to the pretty face. “So this would be more like a BuzzFeed personality quiz or something.”

“Whatever, I don’t know.” Gigi waves the question away, shrugging. Her smile is warm, and it makes Crystal feel kind of melty inside. “You’re probably right.”

“Do you do it often?” Crystal ventures.

Gigi gets a bit flustered, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. Crystal wishes she could be the one playing with Gigi’s hair. Is that creepy? Definitely creepy.

Gigi considers how to word her answer. Okay, don’t tell her you analyze everyone that comes in here like some sort of serial killer.

“Mostly just in my head? It keeps me entertained.” Or do. Great.

“Cool! Do you want me to answer questions or something? I can do that.” Crystal offers.

“No, that’s cheating. Just, like, stand there for a sec, yeah?”

Crystal obeys, feeling a bit silly. Gigi narrows her eyes, studying her.

“You’re wearing bright colors and mixing prints… that tells me you’re fun and like, a child at heart and stuff.” And you’re really pretty, Gigi wants to add. Really, really pretty, because nobody else I’ve ever met could get away with mixing prints. Not even Nicky, and that girl is a runway model.

“Uh, thanks, I think!” Crystal shuffles a bit. She hopes that being “a child at heart” a good thing in Gigi’s book. She wants Gigi to like her. The realization almost makes her snort in irony. Of course. I’m head over heels for a pretty girl I just met five minutes ago who’s probably not even gay. How very cliche lesbian of me.

Crystal makes a mental note to never, ever tell her group chat about this. (Meaning, the group chat is the first place she’ll go to talk about this after she leaves in around five minutes.) Jaida will probably never let her live it down. On the bright side, it would probably give her a break from constantly having to relive the Mailbox Incident of Summer 2017. She nearly shudders just thinking about it.

“Oh! And cute earrings! Where’d you get those?” Gigi asked, bringing Crystal out of her thoughts.

“Thank you, I made them!” Crystal says, and only allows herself to grin like an idiot for five seconds.

“No way, that’s incredible,” Gigi marvels. “Do you sell them or anything?”

“Yeah, mostly just to friends, though. Once a month I go to an art fair and that’s when I sell the most stuff.” Crystal says. She hesitates for a moment, before throwing in a, “but then again, lesbians will buy anything if you stick a needle on and call them earrings, so.”

“That’s cool,” Gigi says. “And amen to that. I just bought a pair of bottle cap earrings? I have no idea when I’m ever going to wear them.”

“Thanks! Those sound cute, I bet you’d look pretty in them.” Crystal feels like a broken record at this point, just repeating the same few phrases. The praise has her feeling a bit shy, and she can’t help but get a little self-conscious. She fiddles with the hem of her denim jacket to keep herself busy.

Gigi doesn’t seem to notice, still very much focused on analyzing her appearance. “Freckles, cute! Are they natural?”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” Crystal brings a hand up to tap her nose. “I used to hate them.”

“What, no, they’re adorable! I’ve always wanted them. I would, like, dot them on with mascara in third grade.”

Crystal giggles. “That’s so cute.”

She flounders for a second, trying to come up with something to say as Gigi goes back to staring at her. “Uh, I like your hair! I dyed my hair red in eighth grade, but it didn’t look natural or anything.”

“Aw, thank you. Yeah, red hair is really hard to get right apparently.” Gigi nibbles on her bottom lip, thinking. “Okay, I think I’ve got it!”

“What’s the verdict?” Crystal asks excitedly, all previous discomfort forgotten.

The redhead pauses, steepling her hands and drumming her fingertips together. She lets the silence sit for a few seconds to build anticipation, though this time it’s decidedly less awkward, both girls having warmed up to each other.

There’s a pause before she announces her decision. “I think… you seem like a diabetes in a cup kinda girl.”

Wow. Okay, how the hell did Gigi do that? Is Crystal that easy to read or something?

Actually, yeah, it makes sense that she’d get it right. Crystal thinks, answering her own question. I dress like something out of a five-year-old’s wildest dreams. Still, pretty impressive.

An indignant part of her wants to insist that she can handle bitterness, thank you so much, but Crystal’s never been a great liar, and something tells her this girl wouldn’t buy it either.

“Is that… a good thing?” Crystal says, a dumb grin spreading on her face. Get it together, Crystal.

“What? Girl, in what world is diabetes a good thing?” Gigi cackles. “It’s horrible. I get an iced black coffee, for reference.”

“Ew,” Crystal blurts without thinking. Shit, I said that out loud. She immediately flushes and tries to take it back. “Or, no, I mean, not ew, but-”

“No no, it’s okay! I know some people just aren’t mature enough for Big Girl coffee,” Gigi mocks. Crystal would usually be offended, but judging from the way Gigi’s blue eyes are sparkling with mirth, she knows the girl’s just joking.

She still makes a sort of offended squeak, pouting. “I just like the way sweet stuff tastes!”

“Okay, okay!” Gigi holds her hands up in surrender, barely concealing a grin. “Don’t pout, you’re too cute to pout.”

The squeak that escapes Crystal is real this time. Gigi called her cute? Is she flirting or just being nice? I’m probably delusional. Right?

There’s a moment where neither girl speaks. It hangs in the air with the smell of vanilla and cinnamon, mixing until Crystal’s half sure the entire cafe’s suddenly been turned into some sort of fairy-tale confection. She’s afraid to move, like the space around her will crackle and shatter if she does. It’s quiet, safe for the background of the coffee grinder going steadily and some gentle R&B flowing out of the sound system.

It’s a comfortable sort of silence. Crystal likes it, feels safe in the cocoon-like ambience. She wonders why she’s never come to this cafe before. Maybe it’s time to break her Starbucks addiction, explore a bit more.

Gigi clears her throat.

“So, how does a double chocolate cookie dough frappe with Nutella drizzle sound?” Gigi asks, finger already poised above the cash register screen.

Perfect.

Okay no, she can’t say that. Crystal clears her throat, trying to come up with a response that’s not as corny. She eyes the wall opposite the counter, where the menu is, then Gigi, confused.

“Wait, I don’t see it on the menu?” She scans the menu again, trying to find Gigi’s recommendation. Did she miss it? Her coffee budget is $3, what with rent due at the end of this week. Hopefully, Gigi’s recommendation isn’t over that limit.

“Oh! Yeah, um, I kinda just made it up right now.” Gigi flushes, sounding a bit flustered. She rushes to explain. “My boss is, like, super cool though! She lets me experiment and stuff. And I can just ring you up for a hot chocolate and it’ll be our little secret.”

In truth, this is Gigi’s first time making anything off-menu, so she isn’t sure what her boss Widow’s policy on the practice is. But she has this inexplicable urge to want to impress this girl. Gigi wants her to love the drink she orders.

I mean, it can’t go that bad, right? She reasons. Worst case scenario Widow takes it out of my tips or something. But Widow’s nice. She probably won’t do that.

“Well, in that case,” Crystal starts, and then changes her mind. “Actually, what did you say you usually ordered? Black coffee? I’ll take that.”

A shocked noise escapes Gigi. “I get an iced black coffee. You sure you want that?”

“Yeah yeah yeah! I can handle it, you’ll see,” Crystal hears herself say. This is an astronomically bad idea, she knows, but then again, she’s never been one to turn down a challenge. She wants to impress Gigi, and what with her teasing earlier, she honestly feels like she has something to prove.

“Okay, your funeral,” Gigi relents, raising an eyebrow. “That’ll be $2.49, then.”

Crystal hands her card over, watching Gigi go through the motions of scanning it, handing it back to her, and tearing off the receipt.

“You want the receipt?” Gigi asks.

“Nah, I trust you,” Crystal winks at the other girl, surprising even herself with her boldness.

Crystal thinks she sees Gigi redden, though that could just be a combination of her makeup and a trick of the light. Something tells her that the redhead is fond of blush, what with the way the coral powder has been taken across the bridge of Gigi’s nose and on her cheekbones.

“Okay!” Gigi flashes her a smile and grabs a cup and sharpie. Two can play this game. “Can I get a name for the order, babes?”

“Um, it’s- it’s Crystal.” Crystal blinks, trying to figure out whether she heard that right. Whatever boldness possessed her to wink at the pretty girl in front of her fled the moment that pet name passed Gigi’s lips.

“Well, nice to meet you then, It’s It’s Crystal,” Gigi says with a smirk. “One iced black coffee coming right up! Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

Crystal plops down at the nearest table, watching Gigi work. Now that she has an excuse to just quietly observe, Crystal takes in Gigi’s full appearance. Her red hair is glossy and shiny under the sunlight that streams through the cafe’s windows, and she moves with expert ease through the space behind the counter. Her apron is checkered red and white. It’s tied in a bow at the back—a bow that’s lopsided, sagging slightly to the left, Crystal notes with a smile.

The girl is gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it. If Crystal met her on the street she definitely would have mistaken her for a model. And she was nice, too.

Nobody ever noticed her freckles or complimented her on her earrings the first time they met her. Most people thought her style of dress was weird, and Crystal figures that’s fair enough. Just the other day she wore a magenta jumpsuit with matching bunny ears. Anyone in their right mind would be a little taken aback at her fashion (as Jaida put it, her aesthetic is best described as “thrift store on acid.” Not exactly everyone’s cup of tea.) But Gigi got her right away, and a little part of Crystal wants to take that as a sign. Okay, maybe a large part.

Just as Crystal’s about to get lost in her daydreams again, Gigi bustles over with two cups, one in each hand.

“I made you a cookie dough frappe just in case,” She says, setting both cups on the table. “It’s on the house.”

Crystal exhales a light laugh. “You didn’t have to.”

“Oh,” Gigi says. She shifts her weight onto the other foot, suddenly shy, and gestures lamely towards the two drinks. “I wanted to. Just in case, like, the black coffee was too bitter. Sorry. You don’t have to drink it, uh, if you don’t want to.”

She offers an awkward smile. “I won’t force you.”

“Oh! Uh, no!” Crystal says, a little louder than necessary in her haste to reassure the other girl. Gigi jumps, and Crystal grabs her hand out of impulse. The movement jerks Gigi closer to her. “I mean, thanks. You don’t have to apologize. It’s really sweet of you to think of that.”

Gigi blushes, and Crystal’s suddenly acutely aware of the fact that she’s holding the girl’s hand.

And the fact that they’re the only people in this cafe. And the fact that when Crystal grabbed Gigi’s hand, it sent her stumbling a step closer, so now she’s pressed right against Crystal’s leg.

Gigi is very, very close to her all of a sudden, and her hair is really pretty, especially with the sunlight backlighting the frizz into a golden halo. She looks like an angel, and her eyes are hypnotizing.

Crystal wants to kiss her.

“Okay,” Gigi whispers, and licks her lips. It dawns on Crystal that she said that last part out loud. Fuck.

But Crystal can’t think, can’t panic, because Gigi’s so close and she smells like chocolate cake when it’s freshly out of the oven and still gooey in the center, just the way her abuelita makes it, and she’s warm and everything Crystal has ever imagined or wanted. Everything molecule in Crystal is telling her to crash into Gigi, and she decides to just go along with her instincts, because when a pretty girl is that close to her there’s no way Crystal can think logically.

“O-kay,” Crystal whispers back, stretching out the word, and then Gigi’s lips are on hers and they’re soft.

God, they’re soft. Gotta ask for her lip balm brand, Crystal thinks, because that’s a perfectly normal thing to ask someone you’re kissing, and then Gigi’s shifting positions and sliding into her lap to kiss her more comfortably and she’s lost the ability to think again.

All she can do is feel, feel the way Gigi’s hand snakes around her waist, the way Gigi’s eyelashes are fluttering against her nose bridge, the way Gigi’s hair is smooth as she tangles a hand in it, the way her heart feels like it’s soaring and exploding all at once and each one of her veins seems to be pumped full of fizzy champagne all of a sudden. All she can feel is Gigi, and she thinks she likes that.

As they part, Crystal accidentally bumps her nose against Gigi’s. She pulls away, wincing, and meets Gigi’s eyes for one very still moment. They peer at each other in wonder, as if discovering each other for the first time, and then Gigi’s lips quirk and she’s giggling. Before long, Crystal’s joining in too, and both lose it, still riding high off the adrenaline of the kiss.

After they’ve both calmed down, Crystal motions to the drinks on the table. “Wanna share?”

Gigi smiles softly at her. “Yeah, sure.”

Crystal grabs the black coffee and takes a small, tentative sip. She immediately chokes, breaking into a coughing fit. Gigi pounds her back, hard, then races behind the counter and pours her a small cup of water. After Crystal’s done hacking her guts out, she accepts it gratefully, trying to catch her breath.

“That,” She pants, “Is fucking disgusting.”

Gigi lets out a full-bellied laugh. It’s the prettiest thing Crystal’s ever heard, she thinks, which is saying a lot because she’s been to at least one show for all four of the One Direction tours. ‘“What a feeling” harmonies can’t even come close to the magic of Gigi’s laugh. Crystal wants to hear it over and over.

“I tried to warn you,” Gigi says with a snort, then covers her mouth, eyes wide and mortified, clearly shocked at the sound she produced. The comical expression sends Crystal straight into another bout of laughter, and before long they’re both losing it again.

Sometime later in the afternoon, somehow, Gigi ends up in Crystal’s lap again. Crystal’s lost track of time, but she doesn’t mind. She wants to kiss Gigi again, and again, and again. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of looking at her, kissing the sweet almond balm off her lips, touching her. Crystal wants to be in her presence forever. Gigi’s tongue pokes out of the left side of her mouth as she gazes down at Crystal, lazily tracing the smattering of freckles across her nose, forehead, and cheekbones with her peach nails.

“I wanna kiss every one of them,” Gigi whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Then: “They’re cute.”

Crystal’s pretty sure if she wasn’t already giving heart eyes to Gigi, they are most certainly happening now. “You’re cute.”

“Can I? Kiss them.”

“There’s a lot of them,” Crystal says. It’s breathy, a challenge and a plea at the same time.

Gigi smiles, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind Crystal’s ear. “We have time.”

And they do, so Crystal lets Gigi kiss her until the drinks beside them are both completely melted and the whipped cream in Crystal’s has gone all weepy and deflated. Gigi insists on making her a new one, and on entering her number into Crystal’s phone before she leaves.

Crystal goes home and dreams of her.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #fluff #lesbian au #coffee shop au #sweet on my lips #mumu #concrit welcome

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Love Has a Learning Curve: epilogue (OC)

Summary: An early morning, a doctor’s appointment, a new beginning.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: pregnancy (including like… probably incorrect math and science but my degree was in English and this is fanfiction okay)

Word count: 2.7k

a/n: I’m actually so emotional don’t look at me thanks ♥️

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The sound of Spencer’s ringtone pierced through the early morning quiet, shrill and disconsolate. Maggie hummed against his chest, shifting as he clumsily reached across to the bedside table to answer it.

“Hey,” he croaked, voice still smothered in sleep. “Mm... When?” He paused, and she could almost make out the answer on the other end. “Got it. Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He ran light fingers down her arm. “Jet’s taking off in ninety minutes.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he whispered.

“I know.” She pressed a kiss over his heart through his t-shirt. “I know.”

“I’m gonna miss everything,” he lamented. “Appointments, and milestones, and firsts, and I— I’m gonna miss all of it.”

“Yes, it is.” He shook his head. “They're all important.”

She handed him his toothbrush and turned to grab his toiletry go-back from the linen closet, stifling a yawn. “Mmhm. What else?”

“I didn’t know that,” she admitted, turning back to set the bag on the counter. “That’s pretty amazing. What about the heartbeat?”

“Honey.” She stood and held out her hand to him, smiling a little when he accepted it with a squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Maggie made her way back to bed, scooting down under the duvet to preserve the last remaining notes of his body warmth. She watched as he dressed silently, pulling on trousers, socks, a button up and cardigan. He skipped the tie in favor of coming to sit on the bed, bringing his hand to rest lightly over top of her belly over the covers.