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❝ 10 things i know about you ❞ l.jn

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

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

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sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.

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

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

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

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

1. he’s a heavy sleeper.

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

@lucas_xx444: should have never left you

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

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

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

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

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

[10:50 am] lia: YUNA

[10:50 am] lia: NO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were stuck inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you smile and nod. “no problem.”

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

2. he can cook better than you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”

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

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

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

3. he’s allergic to cats.

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

“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”

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

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

he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.

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

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

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

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

“come in!” you call out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“looks like he likes it now.”

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

“tissue?” you offer.

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

“allergies?” you echo.

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

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

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

“wow. you must really love him.”

“so much.”

“he’s lucky to have you.”

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

you snort. “i guess it does.”

4. he makes a good shopping buddy.

“i have officially cooked everything we have.”

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

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

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

he sits up. “did it work?”

you nod and pinch his cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5. he works out.

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

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

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

“jeno!” you yell.

silence; other than the sound of the water running.

“lee jeno!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your friends.

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

your roommate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6. you can’t say no to him.

jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.

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

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

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

“y/n, this is serious!”

“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”

“i already told you! i’m a bum!”

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

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

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

“i want to cut it,” he announces.

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

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

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

he pouts. “please?”

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

“i want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7. he has six best friends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“alright, grandpa.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mark me in ur heart

hyuckie~~~

moomin enthusiast

nananananana

chnele

lil huddy

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

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

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

jeno simply nods in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s well deserved.”

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

“and ours, for that matter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

8. he‘s a great listener.

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

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

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

“and?”

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

“so is iron man!”

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

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

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

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

“sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9. he likes to be the big spoon.

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

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

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

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

10. he has feelings for you.

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

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

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

“thanks.”

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

you shake your head.

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

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

“o-oh.”

“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”

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

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

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

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

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subjecta5newtella · 4 years ago

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you know that trope where person a is having a really hard time and person b spends time with them to calm them down at night and they are about to leave so person a can get some sleep but person a grabs their hand and asks them to stay. you know that trope. but it’s nalby in the glade

this was supposed to be like. 200 words. the all-consuming love for pre-thomas glade dynamics hit me and now it's 2.3k. god help me.

Alby tries to tell himself it’s just habit that brings him to the Map Room at the same time every day, not some kind of ritual or anything. Surely it’s normal to hate a break in routine, to feel just a little off-balance when something requires his attention and he doesn’t arrive in time to walk to dinner with the Runners.

All the Runners. Definitely not one particular Runner. The second-in-command shouldn’t be playing favorites.

He’s been late the last couple days, tasked with shuttling the new Greenie around when Nick needs to attend to other things, but the kid has attached himself to a group of the Builders to the point where Alby feels like he can leave him for a while (and thank god for that, honestly, because he’s one of the ones that talks all the time when he’s nervous).

He watches the Runners file out of the Map Room one by one, but Minho comes out last and locks the door and there’s still one missing.

“Where’s—“ Alby starts, but Minho cuts him off before he can even get the question out.

“Finished his map early and headed off. He’s been weird all day.”

“Why?”

Minho shrugs. “Fuck if I know, dude. You know how hard it is to get answers out of that guy when he doesn't want to talk? Might work for you, though.”

There are a hell of a lot of implications there, a lot of observations he’s made that Alby hadn’t noticed him making, but Minho isn’t in charge of the Runners for no reason. Talking to him is easier once you remember that, as much as he sometimes makes it hard.

“I’ll try,” Alby says, and sets off to find Newt.

Newt’s not in the first place he looks, which is probably good because that particular spot behind the Homestead is where Alby had found the wreckage of him one time in the early days, a time bad enough that they just don’t speak of it. He’s not in the gardens either, and as Alby treks back across the Glade to head towards the trees, he curses Newt’s tendency to vanish when he’s upset. It could be worse; he’s not picking fights or breaking shit or any of the other, more destructive coping mechanisms Alby’s seen from some of the Gladers, but since the anxiety doesn’t go away until he finds Newt, he wishes Newt was a little less opposed to being found.

Alby finally finds him just past the area where most of the Gladers sleep, half in the woods but not quite. He’s brought his sleeping bag with him as well, as though he expects to stay there until morning, as though he thinks his wouldn’t be one of the most visible absences possible for the rest of the evening. He’s staring up at the trees, flat on his back and face still a little red, and when Alby comes to sit next to him he turns his head and pushes himself up into a sitting position, but doesn’t say anything.

Newt’s an odd creature sometimes. Alby knows him better than anyone else, but there are still times when he’s not sure if the best thing to do is get him to talk or leave him alone. Maybe this time the right thing to do is not to talk, but with every second the quiet feels more and more like a weight pressing down, and Alby breaks.

“What’s going on?”

Newt won’t look at him for a moment, just at his own hands, but then he seems to come to some kind of decision and makes eye contact. “I don’t think there’s a way out of here,” he says, and then everything spills out of him like bile or blood. “I think Minho thinks the same thing, he just doesn’t want to admit it. And that feels bad all the time but it feels worse when there’s a new Greenie, because it’s bad enough that there’s another kid stuck here with us, but then we’re supposed to give them hope. They find out about the Runners and they get told we’re looking for a way out, and they start to think it’s actually possible.”

And that…. well. Alby doesn’t begin to know what to say to that. “Are you sure it’s not?”

“I mean, no, I can’t say with absolute certainty or anything, but... it just repeats. I think we’ve found everything we’re gonna find.”

Alby doesn’t really do optimism—he’s not as much of a pessimist as Newt is sometimes, more of a realist if anything—but he can’t let that linger, can’t even look directly at it for too long.

“So you don’t know for sure. Which means it might all be fine, and maybe tomorrow one of you will figure out something new, and we’ll all get out of here.”

“It’s not that bloody simple,” Newt snaps, and Alby bites back a retort, because he’s fucking trying, okay?

Instead he just says, “I know. Just... trying to help.”

Newt sighs. “Yeah, sorry. That wasn’t fair. Been a bad day, that’s all. Bad couple days.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the one who put us here. Unless I’m missing something, in which case you might want to admit to it now while I’m too tired to kill you.” And sure, it’s almost all a joke, but Alby can’t help but feel like it’s a little bit true. For all that Newt is kind, for as much as he cares about every single person in the Glade, or maybe because of all those things, he has a hatred for the Creators like nothing else Alby’s ever seen from him.

Still, he’s pretty sure he’s safe from that kind of threat, or at least as safe as someone with no recollection of their past can be, so he says, “Not as far as I know.”

Newt’s quiet for a minute, and then he says, “What if it was one of us?”

“Why would we put ourselves here if it was?”

Newt shrugs. “I guess.”

He falls silent after that, and this time Alby lets him stay that way, at least for a while. Eventually, though, he checks his watch and realizes they can’t wait any longer if they want to eat, and starving isn’t exactly going to do Newt’s mood any good.

“Alright, you need to eat before dinner’s over. And shower, and then you can continue staring at nothing if you really want.”

“That genius for planning is why you’re second-in-command, huh?” Newt says with an asymmetrical smile, and Alby says, “Sure,” because sometimes Nick’s justifications for it don’t make a lot of sense to him either.

He gets to his feet and turns to pull Newt up with him, and they head for dinner. Frypan gives them a look for being late, and Minho spares a glance, eyes flicking from Newt to Alby before he nods just a little, but no one says anything about the way they arrive after everyone and as a matched set. They’ve all just got enough of their own problems, maybe. A lot of eyes still on the Greenie, too.

After dinner and showers and Alby spending the whole walk back fighting the urge to tuck the chunk of hair that’s fallen out of Newt’s mess of a bun back into place, they end up in the same spot, mostly hidden from where the rest of the Gladers are setting up for the night.

This time, Alby chooses the second option. He waits to see if Newt will talk, and when he doesn’t, he leaves the silence alone. It’s not a comfortable emptiness, not when everything Newt had said earlier still lingers, but pushing any further seems like it might hurt more than mend.

That’s one possible answer, at least. Another is that he’s scared to lean too hard on whatever it is between them for fear that it might break. A third is that he’s afraid of all the things that Newt might say. So he waits, and he hopes that his presence is any kind of reassurance.

Eventually, though, night starts to set in and he can’t justify keeping Newt awake any longer. He goes to stand up, but Newt’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist and good god, Alby sometimes forgets how fast he can move.

“Don’t leave.” Newt says, and Alby shakes his head.

“You should get some rest. Don’t want you running the Maze tired tomorrow.”

Newt says, “You being here doesn’t prevent me from resting,” which is true, sure, but not something Alby had been ready to assume. You don’t set up for the night in the middle of the woods if you want company, at least not in his own experience of things, but if Newt wants him to stay, what other choice can he make?

“Can I at least go get my own sleeping bag?”

Newt’s fingers uncurl in response, and Alby gently tugs his wrist away, going to collect his things. On the way back he runs into Nick, making the rounds before bed, which is a thing Alby usually accompanies him on except that he’s been a little distracted.

Nick’s gaze drops to the sleeping bag and pillow in Alby’s arms, and Alby mentally curses the sense of order that had led him to sleep in the same place since the beginning, meaning that now any kind of rearrangement looks unusual.

“Is everything okay?” Nick asks, brow furrowed.

Alby doesn’t lie to Nick. He doesn’t lie in general, really, but especially not to Nick because the Glade doesn’t function if communication between them breaks down. But this... he’s not ready to tell Nick what Newt suspects. It’s still only a suspicion, one that could easily be proved wrong, and he’s not ready to damage morale that badly without proof.

So he lies, or at least omits part of the truth. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Newt’s just in a mood, and I’m keeping an eye on him to make sure he’s not gonna be out of it in the Maze tomorrow.” There’s no point in trying to say it like he’d do this for any other Runner, not with the way he and Newt have been bound since the early days by something still unvoiced, but he can still pretend at least a little.

Nick knows there’s no truth to that last part at least, but Alby knows how much time he spends picking his battles, so he’s not surprised when Nick just nods. “Sounds good. Don’t want him getting injured.”

“Yeah. Sorry for ditching nighttime rounds.”

“It’s fine. You might have to take the Greenie tomorrow if the supply meeting goes over, so we’ll call it even.”

It’s an empty threat, given that Alby’s most useful skills as a leader lie in allotment and record-keeping, but he takes the way out Nick’s offering him. “Fine.”

Nick nods. “Alright, go ahead. Deal with whatever you’re dealing with.”

“Thanks,” Alby says, and heads back to the space in the trees.

Newt looks up when he approaches, propping himself up on his elbows. He mostly just looks tired now, which is an improvement at least, even if it doesn’t do wonders for Alby’s confidence in sending him out into the Maze in the morning. “Forgot you’re supposed to have a job to do. Wouldn’t have stolen you from Nick if I remembered.”

Alby spreads out his sleeping bag, laying down on top of it. It’s too warm in the Glade to sleep inside it, which kind of feels like an oversight on someone’s part. “I ran into him on the way back, it’s fine. He’s threatening to make me take over with the Greenie if the meeting tomorrow runs long, but it’s probably an empty threat. Hopefully.”

Newt worms his way close enough to bump Alby with a shoulder. “Be nice to the new kid, Albert.”

“I’m trying, he just talks so much.”

“Can’t be worse than Kuo.”

Alby snorts. “You haven’t met him.”

“I met him the first full day he was here!”

“For three minutes! And it’s not like he even asks a ton of questions, I can either answer those or deflect fine, but he’ll just say things and I have no idea how I’m supposed to react to them.”

“I’m sure he’s just scared.”

“Yeah, I know. I think he’s gonna get absorbed into the Builders soon enough anyway, he’s already halfway there.”

“That helps.”

“Yeah. I keep hoping that Nick will get that I’m shit at this, but I guess sometimes there aren’t other options.”

Newt shrugs. “You’re good at plenty of other things, and you haven’t killed a Greenie yet.”

“I don’t think I like ‘yet’ in that sentence.”

“I’m confident in your ability to not kill a Greenie. Better?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alby readjusts his pillow, doing his best not to acknowledge the root under his head because proximity takes priority over comfort right now. “Sorry. Didn’t come back just to complain.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Took my mind off everything a little.”

“Are you gonna be okay tomorrow?” Alby asks, knowing as he does that it’s probably only going to make Newt mad, but he can’t just not ask.

Sure enough, there’s a bite to it when Newt says, “I’ll be fine,” that hadn’t been there a second ago.

“Don’t get pissed off at me for caring about you. It’s just dangerous out there, and—“

“Yeah, I have figured that out, actually. I can take care of myself.”

“I never said you couldn’t, don’t start acting like I did.”

“No, you just—“ Newt stops himself and sighs, looking away. “I’m sorry. I’m… yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Alby reaches out and interweaves his fingers with Newt’s, half-expecting him to pull away and ready to let go if he does. He doesn’t.

When he wakes before dawn with Newt’s face pressed into his shoulder, Alby thinks he could almost be happy staying in the Glade like this, but only almost. One of them has to believe they’ll get out of here, and if that means he has to play at optimism for a while, it’s one more role he’ll do his best to handle.

#tmr newt #tmr alby #nalby #tmr fic #gluednewts #society if I worked on anything I was supposed to be working on but ALSO..... Them.

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sickgrave · 3 years ago

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I’m going to share a bit of my breast reduction surgery experience since I couldn’t find a lot of info about people that went through it while being chronically ill! Feel free to reach out and ask questions if there’s anything I didn’t cover below ❤️

Here’s a bit about prep and the first few weeks of post-op recovery (tw for mentions of throwing up, needles, blood, and general surgery talk):

Prep:

I was scheduled for surgery on a Monday and got a call from one of my surgeon’s nurses on Friday (since they close over the weekend) to go over prep. I was allowed to eat until 4:30 AM the morning of my surgery since I wasn’t scheduled until 12:30PM, but ended up letting dinner be my last meal. I asked the nurse if I should take my usual meds before surgery (Xeljanz, tirosint (levothyroxine) and she said no. HOWEVER, when I mentioned that I take corlanor and explained what it does (keeps my heart rate normal instead of spiking to 200) she decided I should absolutely take it with a sip of water the morning of. Make sure to go down the list, ask EXPLICITLY about your medications and explain why you may have hesitancies about not taking them. Sometimes nurses just... don’t know what drugs do what- especially if you go through a surgeon’s practice and not a hospital- and that’s okay! The more thorough you can be the better you can make sure your experience is.

Day of (before the surgery):

I ended up getting called in early since my surgeon’s schedule seemed to be opening up (good thing I didn’t eat wicked late like they said I could!). I was taken back almost immediately. I was asked to pee in a cup for last minute testing (pregnancy tests smh 🙄) and given what was basically tylenol to take while I waited for the anesthesiologist.

The team was very quick to hook up my i.v. (one poke in my hand! that’s a new record honestly) and shortly after the surgeon came in with a student to make guide marks with a pen- we also discussed my goals one last time to make sure we were on the same page about size. I was walked over to the surgical table, situated myself, and got about 5 words in before I knocked out for good!

While I was briefed about the possibility of having drains inserted there was a good chance I would be sent home without them. I personally didn’t need them but you might- and your nurses and surgeon will go into great detail to tell you how to care for them and when you should be able to remove them!

Day of (after the surgery):

This is where it gets the most hazy for me. I know I was kept in the facility for an hour after the surgery but don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember the nurse helping me get dressed, or wheeling me outside. I do remember throwing up quite violently and not being able to figure out where the vomit bag was or how to keep it in front of my face. I do remember the heat really getting to me and thinking I wouldn’t feel so sick if I were inside and cooled. If you have a home with stairs or live in an apartment I highly recommend you DON’T CLIMB STAIRS. Maybe arrange to stay with a friend or at a hotel if you can, or stay on the first floor of your home. Even with 2 people helping me I stumbled almost drunkenly, while vomiting, just praying I could get to my recliner before I passed back out again. It was terrifying and I definitely didn’t have the strength to deal with it- I’m lucky I didn’t crack my head on the concrete stairs outside or fall flat on my chest.

I vaguely remember being fed ice chips (highly suggest having ice ready, as well as popsicles and ice cream) and sleeping a lot. Once I was awake, we discovered I couldn’t take the pain meds I was given due to allergies. I ended up taking extra strength tylenol at normal doses and though I was uncomfortable, I made it by just fine. The pain levels are pretty exhausting but I think the worst part is that it’s consistently achey and feels tight- like your breasts are way too high on your chest. I was allowed to use ice packs for 20 minutes at a time but my cousin who recently had the same procedure was told to completely avoid it. As with most things listen to your surgeon and their specific instructions for YOU and your body- there’s usually a reason.

Post-op (1 day after):

This seemed quick to me, but the day after my surgery I went back to see my surgeon. He removed the surgical bra I was sent home with and I IMMEDIATELY got nauseous and gagged a lot- but once I had ice packs and a cool drink I felt alright. There’s a lot of bruising and swelling the first week so your tits look pretty gnarly. If you have any signs of infection you’ll be put on antibiotics, but luckily for me I seemed to be healing just fine. The back relief and lack of weight is amazingly immediate though! I could already feel miles and miles better.

I was told that I could shower the next day (wed) and to be careful about it. I fully recommend taking it SUPER slow. The release of pressure when removing the surgical bra really takes it out of you. I was able to shower for maybe 5 minutes before I had to tap out and vomit some more. It felt amazing to get clean though.

Recovery:

I tried to get back to work (I’m still remote so this would’ve just been sitting up and being on my computer) 2 days after but couldn’t handle sitting up like that. By Friday (the 4th day) I was much better. I wasn’t nauseous anymore and could sit up and work, pay attention better to the tv/games, and just all around felt more aware and in less pain.

At my 1 week post op I didn’t feel sick when removing the bra and was told I could start wearing zip front sports bras. I could start to lift my arms pretty well and now (at 3 weeks post op) I’m able to lift my arms above my head without any pain or weakness. The 2 week mark is when I’d say I noticed the most leakage from my wounds. While I didn’t tear anything (which is totally normal, just make sure to reach out if it seems excessive!) my bandages did have a bit of blood and fluid, mostly around the under-boob.

My wounds are already fading so well and since most of the wounds are closed up I’m not really leaking anymore. The only pains I have are the occasional ache and a shooting pain you’ll feel in your nipples every now and again, which is good because nerves are reconnecting but really sucks for about half a second.

Having multiple chronic illnesses I think it took me a little longer to get to a place where I felt comfortable resuming tasks. I’m definitely still a little more weak than usual and can’t push myself as far as I usually do. I’ll try to add more info as I remember it and share any questions that come my way!

Overall I’m super happy with the results and the few days of throwing up (which is my personal hell tbh I can stand a lot but vomit is the last of it) were worth it looking back.

#went from a 32GG to what seems like a 32D but I'm still healing!#breast reduction #reduction surgery #personal #chronic illness #spoonie

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damonsbitchx · 4 years ago

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Imagine being tortured by Damon and Stefan

So doing this is really hard on mobile and my computer is broken so I’m sorry 🙃

Characters: reader, Damon, Stefan, Caroline briefly

Warnings: Some gore I guess, and, well, torture 😁

You were minding your own business one night grabbing dinner in some town you hadn’t bothered to learn the name of. As far as you concerned yourself, the less you knew the better off you would be, Katherine taught you that. You set your gaze on a younger blonde girl briskly walking down a darker street all by herself and decided that was your girl.

You had grabbed, fed, and just as you were about to erase the air shifted around you. An arm shot around your neck from behind before you could blink and a needle sunk into the dip between your neck and your shoulder. Your limbs began to tingle and your veins felt like they were on fire inside of you. While this was happening, the young lady you’d just fed from was spun around to face a dark figure. He muttered just loud enough for her to hear “forget everything that happened here, run home, don’t stop until you get there.” She nodded furiously, whimpering and started off. The figure approached you but you already knew who it was the second he spoke. The Salvatore brothers. If the younger one was in front of you that only left the older one, of course, connected to the iron grip around your neck.

“Damon,” you hissed, yanking on his arm in a mindless attempt to save your windpipe.

His grip tightened in response, followed by a delighted hum against your ear. You grimaced at his breath brushing your cheek.

“And Stefan, how lovely to see you,” you managed to squeak through the ever shrinking grip pressing against your throat.

“Wish I could say the same Y/N,” he said, pressing his lips into a tight, sarcastic smile.

“Aw, c’mon now, where’s that real Stefan smile,” you taunted him, still struggling against his brother.

He huffed, shaking his head and breaking out into a real mocking smile. Then, his eyes darted up above your shoulder to meet Damon’s and with just a shift of his arm you heard cracking and your lights went out.

Your eyes fluttered for a second as you struggled to regain consciousness. Dying and coming back to life really takes a lot out of someone, that’s one thing they always forgot to mention to new vampires. You definitely learned that the hard way, one of the downsides to hanging around Katherine Pierce. You winced at the pounding in your head from the vervain and, well, dying. Once you were awake enough to remember what had happened you scoffed to yourself. Had you really gotten abducted by the Salvatore brothers? Katherine would be disappointed. You heard shuffling and your eyes shot open. You lifted your head enough to see the blurry silhouette of the dark-haired older Salvatore leaning against the brick of the fireplace twirling a glass around in his hand across the room. He had perked up at the sound of your heart beating once again and was already staring back at you. He sounded just as amused as you were when he finally spoke. The Salvatore’s were always quite smug when they tortured people.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he purred.

In his other hand he held a long thin object, you couldn’t see it quite yet but you knew what it was. He held it over the fire for a moment longer then yanked it out and made his way towards you, sipping his drink once more before placing it on the coffee table as he passed by. You could see, now, the grin painted across his face.

“It’s everyone’s dream to wake up to you in the morning, Damon,” you sighed, raising your eyebrows and craning your neck to glance at his brother pacing behind the couch.

Stefans jaw clenched in response, knocking back his drink of choice and going to pour himself another. This amused you further, you giggled softly to yourself turning your attention back to Damon.

“Now what, exactly, can I do for you two that we couldn’t have done over dinner and a glass of wine, hm?”

“Well it seemed like you’d just finished dinner,” Stefan commented.

You furrowed your eyebrows, mock frowning at Damon who stood just a few inches from you now, twirling the iron bar in his hand. His eyes locked with yours with a mischievous grin. You could hear Stefan walking closer until he appeared in front of you, leaning down to eye level.

“Look, Y/N, we tried doing this the easy way, okay? You refused to cooperate. You’re forcing our hands, we don’t want to torture you-“ Stefan’s sarcastic monologue was cut off suddenly.

“I do,” Damon smirked, twirling the iron rod in his hand again, the end still blazing red. Stefan huffed in annoyance.

“We just need you to tell us everything you know about the travelers and their whereabouts,” he continued.

“And I think you know I can’t do that,” you spat, annoyance sharp in your tone.

“Oh we know,” Damon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s why I’m here.”

He paused briefly and you observed something dark swallow his crystal blue eyes.

“To convince you that you can,” he hissed. In an instant Stefan shifted to the side and Damon was in front of you.

On the last word he plunged the red hot end of the iron poker straight into the middle of your chest. You gasped and a strangled groan escaped through your clenched jaw as the poker pulled and ripped through your skin, muscles, and nerves. Your arms and legs reflexively pulled up towards your body in an attempt to shield you from danger. Unfortunately, your wrists and ankles were punished by a sharp burning sensation that came from friction against the vervain-soaked rope securing them to the arms and legs of the chair. You sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth and grimaced. Still, you kept direct eye contact with him.

“Kinky,” you breathed, smirking and jerking your head towards the ropes. You realized Stefan had disappeared now.

Damon flashed a sour smile and twisted the rod inside of your chest. A small whine escaped from your throat and your fists clenched at the searing pain it caused. You were panting now, glaring up at him. You could hear Stefan shuffling around in the back, huffing and clearing his throat.

“Am I making you uncomfy Stefan?” You huffed, half smirking up at Damon still.

Damon was the one who finally broke eye contact to glance up at his brother. Then, he yanked the rod out of your chest leaving you gasping and coughing. You let your head fall back against the chair as your wound healed up. Stefan appeared in your peripheral, striding around to stand in front of you again. Damon was now back at the fireplace, warming his torture rod. You heaved your head back up to stare up at Stefans brooding, irritated face.

“Y/n, I’m only going to ask you once,” he spoke in a low rumble, leaning down to eye level with you.

He shifted closer, his nose brushing your cheek barely. His lips ghosted the outer edge of your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

“Where are they?” He whispered against your ear.

“Stefan Salvatore, are you trying to seduce me into giving up information?” you mused, huffing at his fickle attempt at retrieving knowledge. “You know I’ve always had the hots for Damon,” you whisper back, brushing your lips against his neck. “I hear that’s something Elena and I have in common,” you sneered, watching Damon for his reaction.

Damons jaw clenched, he shot you a sour glance. Stefan huffed, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. In a split second his hand shot up and wrapped around your throat, a strangled squeak barely escaping. You could feel his hand crushing the bones and muscles in your neck one by one and the pain was excruciating but you couldn’t cry out. The next thing you knew, Damon had appeared by your other side and he was pouring a clear liquid down your throat. You rolled your eyes and shut them hard upon realizing what it was because then your entire throat felt like it caught fire. Stefan released your neck before you could spit up too much vervain water and backed away as you choked and spit the water everywhere. You were left whining and screaming in pain as you forced water out of your lungs and throat. You gasped for air, dropping your head and letting it swing for a moment. Then, your shoulders began to shake. Damon shot Stefan a confused look before you yanked your head back up and revealed the biggest grin painted on your face. You were hysterical.

“You two really don’t have any original ideas at all, do you?” you howled.

Your head fell back in laughter but was cut short by a sharp red hot pain plunging deep into your leg. An ear splitting scream filled the room as Damon plunged the poker straight through your leg and into the chair. You sucked in a deep breath that shook on the way out, your hands squeezing the edges of the armrest so hard the skin stretching over some of your knuckles began splitting slightly.

“Now that one did shock me,” you hissed through your teeth.

“Y/N, it’s simple. All we want to know is where the travelers are planning on going next and where they’re keeping Elena. Just give us that information and we’ll let you go,” Stefan lectured you as you were squirming in pain.

“When will you two fools stop killing yourselves for that little wench” you breathed.

“What is she doing here?” A sharp, angelic voice said from somewhere behind you pulling the attention of the boys.

“We kidnapped her,” Stefan grinned.

She paused to ponder for a couple moments.

“Okay,” she beamed, gliding over and standing next to Damon.

“Glad to know you care so much about me, Caroline,” you mused, pushing a weak smirk.

She glared at you.

“Have you gotten anything out of her?” She mumbled to Damon, frowning at you with her arms crossed.

“I’m right here,” you reminded her. “And no, they haven’t. They won’t.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Damon responded.

“Please, you seem to forget that I ran with Katherine Pierce my first 200 years as a vampire, that is until you and your annoying brother came into the picture. I'm older than you, stronger than you, there’s nothing you could do to me that I haven’t seen before.”

“And you seem to forget that we are the ones who killed Katherine,” Caroline smiled.

She held her hand out to Damon who looked down at her hand, up at me, and then up at her and he handed her the iron. He smirked devilishly.

“This should be good.”

#damon #damon salvatore #Stefan #Stefan Salvatore #imagine #tvd #tvd imagine

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sleepymccoy · 4 years ago

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sleepy do you have any fun Outsider POV headcanons about our good good ethereal & occult godparents?

Well, first of all, you should read and enjoy this that i wrote however long ago

But also! There's a lot of stuff that would be like. small scale weird. Like, going to a bookshop and asking for something you saw in the window and the owner's like, "oh no, that's not for sale."

And you're like, "the books in the bookshop aren't for sale?"

And the owner's like "aaaach"

And the employee who's wearing sunglasses and drinking wine on shift is like "the ones in the display aren't. There's another edition behind the counter you can have though."

And the owner goes, "there is?"

And the employee clicks his fingers and repeats himself pointedly while you awkwardly stand there. The owner gives you the book you want. You go to the employee and ask if they have any nicely bound dictionaries for sale and he glares at you (or at least you think he does, it's dim and he's wearing sunglasses) and goes, "I don't fucking work here."

So you ask the owner (who is sitting in a couch now reading a book himself and seems surprised you're still here) who says, "no, I don't have any dictionaries"

And the not-employee laughs and says, "he had a fight with Cawdrey and hasn't gotten over it."

So you leave without a dictionary.

But also they’re weird in those like liminal ways, where youre not totally sure that’s doable for humans, but also you’re seeing it so it must be doable. Like, you’re on a new medication that keeps you awake through the night as you adjust so for like a week youre awake every two hours and you spend a lot of that time looking out your window at the park across the road and every night you can see a guy in sunnies standing on a bridge watching the ducks all night.

You don’t think about it too much the first night. Just kinda weird. Then the second you notice him again so you start looking for him and hes just. staring. at the ducks. all night.

You take a photo, then at lunch time you see he’s still there. That night you’re still up, so you take another photo. You start taking a photo every time you’re up. You superimpose them and he’s identical in each.

You set up a camera and record. He doesn’t fucking move. It’s so perfect it looks edited. But you figure, you know, maybe he’s high or something and time isn’t moving the same for him.

On the fourth day you brave it and walk past him at like 10am. He’s in a public place, after all. He doesn’t react. You walk past again to get back, watching him much more openly, and it’s like he comes back to life. He stretches his neck, pulls his phone out, and sighs. You’re ready to call an ambulance, you just watched this guy not eat or drink for four days, but instead you watch, bewildered, as he calls a number and says, “You’re late, where are you? Forgot? No, no, it’s okay. Nah, jus’ been thinking, really. Yeah, I can meet you there. Might have to be late, though, only fair. Of course, no more than fifteen minutes. See you soon.”

His voice isn’t even fucking dry. He should be half dead from dehydration. He leaves and doesn’t return and you decide it was just your medication playing tricks on you. You never watch the video you took of him again.

Then you get the folk who see a clearly gay couple arguing in public and one of them sprouts bright white wings, snaps, “Well, if you’re going to be like that then I simply won’t put up with it!” and flies off into the sky.

Those people either just totally ignore it, or go full conspiracy theory on it. There’s a sub reddit dedicated to the Soho Couple. Crowley’s a part of it and when it gets quiet for too long he’ll take a new candid photo of Aziraphale doing something ethereal (occult) from through the window (either glowing with irritation while on the phone or floating above the couch because he got so relaxed while Crowley was stroking his hair. There are less photos of the second because Crowley struggles to pull himself away from a fond angel) and posts it with a falsified reading from one of those echo meters that ghost hunters use

He’s also been known to feature in those spirit box things where they scan through radio stations. He often says things like “don’t buy books” but sometimes he’ll say something more like “you know, i was fucking right when i said dates were used in christmas pudding. Do you have a pencil? Write this down. Two cups of flour. 200 grams of butter. A cup of god damned dates...”

Then there’s that one American agent from wherever Mulder and Scully worked (fbi? or were they cia? i never finished season one) who lives across st james park and has one of those long distant cameras and is perceptually two months away from securing proof of angels and demons. But every time he goes to his superiors his manager tells him that the next level up, one Agent Aziran Phell, needs yet more proof. Also those files you submitted five months ago were lost in a flooding incident, did you make copies? No? Well, start again, I guess.

I think, overall, they both cultivate a certain amount of otherworldyness because it means they’re reasonably left alone, but not completely. They’re not rude (Crowley is sometimes, but, you know) or destructive or cruel to strangers, but they are uncomfortable. They encourage polite conversation, brief and pleasant interactions that go no further. Acquaintances who don’t care enough to notice it’s been 40 years and while they’re had two divorces and one child the man who comes to the bakery every thursday morning hasn’t aged.

I think Crowley doesn’t like the idea of authority knowing about them and works to keep them hidden (he and Aziraphale disagree over the american agent when that comes out) and Aziraphale doesn’t like the idea of large scale suspicion (he’s very uncomfortable with the subreddit, which Crowley resovles by revealing it as a hoax in a similar style to that girl who faked being a gay couple with hiv to write a hamilton fic on tumblr whenever that was) but overall they do like to be weird.

Aziraphale causes lightning storms whenever he doesn’t want customers. Crowley can be found laying in a patch of perfect sun for hours in mid winter while rain clouds form meters away from him but never touch him. But Aziraphale tips generously and Crowley’s illegal parking is never in the way and Aziraphale gives money to the homeless and Crowley gives drunk people lifts home when he’s sad and Aziraphale gave baked goods tot he local bakery to sell while the owner’s husband was in chemo and Crowley only shops at the small businesses. So overwhelmingly they’re liked. But avoided. Definitely avoided.

Keith still glows a little when he’s dreaming and he insists it’s because that Mr. Fell had some kind words to say that one time. So people avoid them. Cos that’s a bit weird.

#sleepy speaks #my dude you ask the best questions #i had so much fun with this #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #calico-fiction

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Day After (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Crack/fluff

Summary: Office parties are mostly a bad idea. You never know if you might say something to someone who really matters to you.

Warnings: A little more cursing than usual

Word count: 2,031

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

For @lovingshoto‘s 200 follower special!

a/n: This took longer than I thought it would, only because I always fall asleep when I start writing I’m a tired college student

There’s a male Ashido character here based on designer_eyebags on Tik Tok because it’s fabulous and absolute needed for a crack fic like this. Some other characters may/may not be OOC, depending on your own imagination of things.

I’m off from uni this week and next week because someone probably has Covid-19 at my school and I was gonna be on spring break next week anyway, so after I catch up with all my assignments and stuff, I’ll hopefully be writing more!

Enjoy and follow @lovingshoto please and thank you!

Also, spot the TikTok meme

"Unngghh."

My forehead presses against the cool desk, my stomach rumbling uncomfortably and my temples pounding to the beat of an EDM track.

"You look completely hammered, what the hell happened last night?"

I don't bother lifting my head at Jirou's voice. "Many mistakes were made," I groan. "I feel like death."

"It was smart of YaoMomo and I to skip then." The light ruffle of papers trickles next to my ear. "You still need to get these reports done by the end of the day. Sorry, buddy."

God. Damnit. I lift my heavy head up, regretting all of my life choices until this moment. The office party last night is a giant blob of flashing lights, alcohol, and questionable decisions. I never even knew that half the people here would get as smashed or turnt as they did last night.

Me included.

I don't know who was in charge of alcohol, but whatever was in those cups was colored and made all of us act just a little crazier than our mundane lives usually allow. When Mirio said company parties are crazy, I now see he really meant it. This morning when I woke up, my throat was drier than the desert in summer and my head felt like someone let a jackhammer loose inside. I don't even remember how the hell I managed to get home.

Slowly, painfully, I trudge through my work. Even on three tablets of ibuprofen, my headache barely gets better, and staring at a screen all day doesn't help. I don't even have time to take my break because I barely made a dent in my work. Not that I would want to. This morning, I couldn't keep my breakfast down, so I'm scared to eat.

Around lunchtime, a thermos bowl is placed gently on the space next to my computer. My eyes meet with my stone-faced coworker settling into the chair, sitting up proper as he is with his hands laced in his lap.

"Oh no." My heart drops into my stomach as I whine out. "Did I say something yesterday? I remember most of what happened last night, but other things are a blur. Please don't be mad at me."

"If I were mad, I wouldn't be here right now." He pushes the dish over along with utensils wrapped in a napkin. "Eat. It's hangover soup, it should help your stomach."

Reluctantly, I open the dish, the savory-bitter smell wafting out as soon as I lift the lid, immediately causing my stomach to growl. I'm still wary about his serious expression as I eat. Todoroki is normally an emotionless person, but he has a different energy today. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop.

As soon as I'm halfway through the bowl, Todoroki calmly asks, "Did you forget your brain last night?"

I groan. There it is. "I thought you weren't angry?"

"I'm not angry, I genuinely want to know what state of empty mind were you in to do all the things you did last night?" Though his face is devoid of emotion, he's obviously being condescending.

I put the spoon down in the bowl. "In my defense, I don't know what alcohol that was, it made me crazier than usual."

"Why did you drink at all? You know people do weird things when they're drunk."

"Because that's what people do at company parties, Todoroki." I lean my arm on the desk and rub my temples. "I don't know who was in charge of the alcohol last night-"

"Did you summon me?" A short pink head of hair with small horns peeking out appears behind the wall of my desk. "I was the one in charge of drinks last night," he rounds the separator and sits gracefully on the desk, legs crossed, happily drinking pink tea from his clear glass mug. "Did you enjoy my alcohol selection?"

My eye twitches. This is the person I need to strangle and throw into a ditch. But I can't, he's too fabulous and he's one of the best people we have actually. "Because of you, I went a little too crazy last night," I grit out through my teeth.

"Oh, sweetie," he places a hand on my shoulder endearingly, "Alcohol only brings out the secret inner person you actually want to be."

"Yeah, and that's someone who needs to learn to take their alcohol like me," Bakugou walks past casually, drinking his (probably) third cup of coffee since morning.

"Oh please Bakugou, we all know you and Kirishima left early to fuck, you couldn't keep your hands off each other after one drink," Ashido stirs his tea just as casually.

Bakugou freezes up as the blushing pink man sips his tea like's he's talking about the weather.

"Oops, was that a secret?" the sassy pink man feints shame.

Bakugou, completely red at the ears, just stalks off grumbling to himself in embarrassment.

Ashido sighs, a smile playing on his lips. "Not everyone can handle Grand Marnier, you know. Aoyama actually put me onto it. It's not for the faint of heart, but it definitely makes things more interesting. Did you see Tokoyami? Even- Oh! Here's the king of darkness himself!"

The man with raven-black hair that's usually spiked back has lazily gathered some of the hairs to pull it away from it face. He probably felt so terrible this morning that he didn't bother gelling it up like he usually does. Actually, Tokoyami looks just as hellish as I feel. His sharp, bird-like eyes are dulled by dark circles as he trudges down the aisle.

Ashido throws an arm around his shoulders as he walks by, startling him enough to pull the earbuds out of his ears that are blasting hard rock. "This guy right here was having the time of his life last night! Just one drink and he loosened up, hands around everyone's shoulder telling them how much he appreciates them and mushy shit like that."

Tokoyami's pale face slowly reddens and his eyes widen, suddenly awake but having no energy to fight anything Ashido says.

"He even fit a lap shade on his head and started dancing around, I even have pictures to prove it!" Ashido continues gushing, pulling out his phone excitedly.

"Please don't bring it up," Tokoyami grits out, trying to be menacing, but his tomato-red faces contrasting his all black work outfit doesn't help his case.

"Don't be a spoiled-sport, it's so cute seeing you not dark and dreary for once!" the bright pink man gushes.

"I'm leaving."

Oh shit, if Tokoyami did that after one drink, I don't even wanna know what else I could've done. I've already come to terms with my mistakes, but if there's more, I don't know what I would do.

Ashido sighs and puts his phone away. "I guess he never wants to see himself happy. Oh well, at least I have more blackmail material." He winks at us and rises will a flourish, making his grand exit. "I'll see you two around!"

There are some days when I really think Ashido might know more things than we think he does. And that's a scary thought, because he could very easily have some dirt on everyone, including the boss and the more senior workers.

Todoroki taps his thumbs together in his clasped hands. "That was...interesting. But speaking of blackmail, I would also like to show you a picture that really upset me from last night” He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling.

I cringe. There's only one massively stupid thing I did that would upset Todoroki enough to really reprimand me Mom-style. So I blurt out my rationale in hopes of him being less harsh on me. “Okay, but in my defense, Kaminari bet me three dollars that I couldn't drink all that shampoo. What was I supposed to do, say no?"

“No that’s not-" His heterochromatic hair bounces as his head snaps up at me. "You drank shampoo!? How did- When did you do that, I was supposed to be watching you the entire night!”

Shit, that wasn't it. "Well, obviously you didn’t do a good job since I drank a whole cup of shampoo and you didn’t stop me," I try to brush it off defensively.

Todoroki's mortified face is as pale as the right side of his hair, covering his mouth with his clenched fist. "How are you standing right now?" He looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

"Considering how I threw up as soon as I got home - which I'll be honest, I don't even know how that happened - and I couldn't even eat this morning, I'd say my body did a pretty good job of rejecting it."

My office mate has no idea how he's supposed to react to any of that. His phone is frozen in his hand as he glares at me like I have three heads. "Well. What I was going to show you doesn't compare to that." He puts his phone away and tries to regain his composure.

I mentally sigh in relief. At least drinking shampoo was the stupidest thing I did all night.

"If you really would like to know," his face softens, "I was the one who took you home last night, since you were thoroughly intoxicated."

"Oh." Now I feel guilty. Not only was I probably being a troublesome brat for him to take care of, I didn't even remember his kindness. And he even made me soup for my troubles. "I'm so sorry, and you did all this for me, thank you, Todoroki."

"It's fine. It's due to the alcohol that you can't recall, I understand. Though," Todoroki's cheeks flush slightly, "There is something I'm confused about."

Oh fuck, I did the thing didn't I?

"At first, I thought it was also an effect of the alcohol, considering you licked Asui's face while you were dancing with her, and you were generally more touchy with everyone the whole night." He has trouble looking me in the eyes now. "But, you were saying things to me that I don't think you would tell anyone else."

My entire mind goes into overdrive, scrambling to piece together the narrative lost in my memory. There's one major concern I have. "Was I vulgar?"

"No, it was nothing like that," he shakes his head, allowing me to relax. "But, it was...charming, I'd say."

I bury my face in my hands. "Just tell me what I said already." I'm ready to regret everything.

"You...said you wanted me to stay with you, because you wanted me to be the first thing you see in the morning." He has trouble getting the words out, but his voice was still delicate and endearing. "You said seeing me every day at work is something you look forward to. You told me how handsome I look, especially on the few occasions when I wear glasses." His blush intensifies as I slowly feel closer and closer to dying. "There were many other compliments. And then...you...kissed me."

FUCK, I DID THE THING.

"Or, at least you tried. If that was something you really wanted, I couldn't let you do it while you were intoxicated and couldn't remember it later."

An ashamed apology bubbles in my throat, but my extreme embarrassment doesn't let it come out. How pathetic I am admitting my feelings to the person I like while I was guzzled with alcohol and shampoo.

"Not to say I didn't want to kiss you."

I snap my head up, fully taking in his tomato-red appearance as he averts he bores affectionate eyes into mine. Oh.

"I don't know if you're up for it, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Todoroki officially requests.

My heart melts at his innocent confession and relief. "S-Sure," I squeak.

Todoroki gives me a small smile and pats my head. "Finish that soup and hurry to finish your work for the day," he chides before getting up and heading back to his own desk.

My chest remains clenched and my cheeks hurt from smiling continuously. The only thing I regret now is not seeing buttoned-up, proper Todoroki drunk.

#todoroki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #office au #lovingshoto's 200 followers special #crack #gender neutral reader #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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almaasi · 6 years ago

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personal & fic update

long story short: i’m incredibly sick, new fics suspended for an unknown amount of time, but my Dean/Cas Reverse Bang fic will definitely be going up on June 10th

long story long:

OKAY well. personal stuff first. bullet points so i don’t have to write full sentences

my current situation (for the last 4 to 6 months, getting worse) is that i can no longer walk, can barely think, and only have the capacity to sit while awake, and then sleep again.

i’m also essentially having an ongoing, unstoppable anxiety attack that i can’t control, because it’s a chemical thing coming from my gut, not something mindfulness or meditation can fix, and i’m allergic to medication (bc super sensitive celiac disease)

a few days ago some test results finally came back and my nutritionist was like “your body is basically fighting the ‘flu 24/7″, my immune response is at 800 when it’s meant to be 50 to 200 (idk, there were numbers, those were the numbers)

and i’m not absorbing nutrients, or processing sugar or carbs at all (and i don’t eat any sugar or carbs except fruit and vegetables)

and something else, i forget

oh yeah!! i only have half the vital bacteria in my gut that i need to function. (8 out of 15 kinds) so go figure, that’s why i’m not functioning. and also i have some bonus extras in there too, which is bad, but not as bad as NOT having some (which is terrible)

but the result is that i’m a shaky, floppy pudding who needs a wheelchair and more rest than my cat

i have new supplements that i’m slowly introducing, and apparently that should make a quick-ish difference but could take 3 to 6 months to change things

but then i need to be re-tested for an autoimmune disease and for tiny parasites that the test might have missed the first time, so even the new stuff isn’t a guarantee :<

anyway i just feel it’s probably better if i don’t try and write, or edit, because anything i do is exhausting, and it’s sub-par anyway, so if i just wait (hopefully only a few weeks for the new supplements to work) then anything i do will be easier, faster, and better. i still have 5 completed fics almost ready to post, and i had to pause working on that wing!kink fic, which is frustrating, but i just...??? my judgement is gone. i can’t tell if something’s good or not, and even light editing, illustrating, or the process required to post a fic is too much

i hope this makes sense, and i hope you don’t mind too much that i need to step back for a bit.

but like i said, my Dean/Cas Reverse Bang fic will be up on June 10th, since that fic is pretty much done and I have a set date :D

in the meantime!!! please PLEASE read my other fics, and leave me comments. leave me ALL the comments. your encouraging, kind words help me almost as much as my sister and mother’s constant physical care, and i appreciate it deeply, with tears in my eyes <3 <3 <3

also wait... wasn’t jibcon this weekend?? cockles christmas?? someone pleasepleaseplease save me a list of links for videos and gifsets (edit: and text posts and meta and fanart) because i really wanna enjoy it properly when i feel better ;~; please

k that’s all

I LOVE YOUUUU

Elmie x

#Destiel #DeanCas #Elmie writes things #post of postiness #health stuff

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viktorrotkiv · 5 years ago

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Hey @otherpeoplesheartachept-2! I don’t know if it’s intentional, but we’re each other’s @carryonsecretsanta secret santas! I loved writing for your prompt, I hope you enjoy this.

Prompt: Margaret the dragon has a girlfriend but they’ve been unable to see each other for years, finally they’re reunited

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

The other dragons are waking. Margaret can feel it all over. At first, it’s a very low, very quiet vibration, shaking her legs and her fingers and knocking her teeth together whenever she’s in human form. She thinks it’s an incoming earthquake, but it lasts much too long for that. Days, weeks, maybe months. She doesn’t know. After so many years, time is a little blurry, but that doesn’t bother her. Next it turns into a rumbling sound, still distant and minor, but definitely growing stronger. At this point she starts to speculate what it really is. Then it becomes deafening. This part is shorter. A day or so, Margaret would say, if she really had to guess. Suddenly, one clear morning, they start waking up entirely. Popping up, Margaret calls it. Usually it’s just one or two at a time, but soon they’re all awake, and they start to talk and mingle among themselves. Most of them have been asleep for centuries, while others have been rooted in these mountains for much, much longer. There’s a lot of catching up to do after such a period of time.

Margaret takes tours of her new… neighborhood. She talks to a few dragons at a time, but so many new encounters exhaust her after a couple of centuries of quiet, and she goes home to rest very quickly. She doesn’t know most of the other dragons; a rare species doesn’t mean that there are subjectively few of them. One individual cannot know many hundreds of others, especially here, where she did not live for most of her life.

But one day, Margaret does meet someone she knows. She’s busy with her usual rounds, making introductions, warning the dragons against harming her human friend, engaging in conversations about the weather. (For dragons, these conversations aren’t as trivial as they are to humans, and they aren’t a symbol of politeness; the weather is as critical to their survival as food and beverage are, and they only discuss it with those they know or hope to get to know better.) In the distance, Margaret hears shrill, rolling laughter, an unmistakable noise. She immediately excuses herself from the circle she is standing in, bewildering her new friends, and goes back to her mountain. There, she sleeps and ponders, eats, ponders, naps, thinks some more, and finally, makes a decision.

The next day she goes around with a more specific purpose than before. Does anyone know her? Have they heard her incredible laughter? Have they met an irresistible yet infuriating dragon? It doesn’t take too long to find her. Ismelda is a people person. Or rather, a people dragon. A dragons dragon?

Margaret lands one mountain away. Flying has been difficult this past century or so, with all the pollution in the air. They may be dozens of miles from the nearest humans, but smoke travels, and it’s been hard on the lungs. That’s one reason why most of the dragons prefer to walk. There is also the slight chance of a human seeing them in the sky, and actually processing what they saw, and telling the world about them. The dragons wouldn’t care based on principle alone, but it might lead to some uncomfortable hassling. Tour guides. Memorabilia. It would be impossible to take naps with humans walking all over them.

This time, though, Margaret was in a hurry. So she flew, and she landed a short distance away, hidden by a thick woods. Her heart is beating quickly, but she’s sure that she wants to do this. She can be very stubborn, which is helpful, because she hardly ever regrets any decisions she makes.

Margaret takes a deep breath, steels her nerves, and walks over to Ismelda’s mountain. She can determine the exact moment that Ismelda notices her, and then, a split second later, the moment she recognizes her. A flurry of wings and excited exclamations surround Margaret, and before she can react she realizes that she’s engulfed in a hug. She doesn’t know how she feels about this. Ismelda did leave her all alone without explanation almost 200 years ago.

After a brief exchange of polite niceties, Margaret decides to get to the point. “I think you owe me an explanation.”

Ismelda looks confused. “I do? Look, I know I haven’t kept in touch, but I got back here and just went back to sleep. It was so cold, you wouldn’t believe it.”

Now Margaret is confused. “No, no, not that. You cannot be serious! Did our relationship really mean so little to you?”

“No, of course not. It was a lot of fun. I actually really liked you.” She studies her hands for a long moment. “I… I would have even considered staying in England for us, but I know you weren’t on the same page as me about that, so…. It’s okay. I’ve had a lot of time to get over it. Wait- where are you going? I’m sorry if I offended you-”

“I’m pacing.”

“You… huh?”

“I’m confused.” Margaret turns around and stares at the other dragon, but after a few seconds, her eyes start wandering uncomfortably. “You really liked me? A lot? But you came back here?”

“Yeah. Of course. I didn’t want to impose on you. And my vacation was supposed to be over, so…”

“But you weren’t imposing. I would have loved for you to stay.” Margaret sits down on the ground and holds her head.

Ismelda crouches down next to her. “Are you crying?”

“I’m just thinking. What you’re saying is, we both wanted you to stay and continue our relationship, but we each thought the other one wanted you to leave?”

“I guess so. We’re not very good at communicating, are we?”

Margaret lets go of her head and instead starts twisting her rings. A smile tugs at her lips. “Let’s stop doing that. It’s very inconvenient.”

Ismelda laughs the roaring laugh Margaret loves so much. “Yes, let’s. And in the spirit of that, how do you feel about me now?”

“That’s very forward.”

“I thought that was the point. I still have feelings for you, you know. I convinced myself that I didn’t, but seeing you again…” She drifts off and stares expectedly at Margaret. She thinks she knows what her answer is going to be.

“Yes.” She looks up at Ismelda and grins wildly. “Of course I still love you.” She seems taken aback by her own intensity, but her smile doesn’t falter. “Honesty, right? Then yes. I love you. I never stopped thinking about you.” She starts to say something else, but a kiss forces her to shut up.

Shepard comes to visit a week later. Margaret can tell he’s worried about something, and she tells him that. He gives her a half-smile. “Listen, Maggie, I’m going away for a bit. Do you remember the Mages that came by?”

“I remember. Not Mages. One Mage. And the kitten, and the…” She makes a sour face.

Shepard laughs. “Right. Well, they need to go back home now, and I’m going with them. They’ve already left, actually. My flight is tomorrow.”

“I don’t like them. Be safe”

“Yeah, I know you don’t, but I really do trust them, Maggie.”

Margaret nods. “I know. I trust you. Don’t trust them, trust you… When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure. This could take a while. Will you be alright by yourself, while I’m in England?”

“Who’s going to England?”

Shepard’s bewildered gaze travels over Margaret’s face and behind her, where he spots the speaker, partially camouflaged among the trees but coming closer. “Maggie, who’s this?”

“No need to panic. I’m Ismelda. You must be Shepard!”

“I am.” He still looks confused.

“Shep, this is Ismelda!” Margaret isn’t helping to alleviate his confusion.

“Yeah, I, I heard… Sorry, who are you? And please don’t say ‘I’m Ismelda’.”

“He’s funny!” Ismelda giggles. “I’m a dragon. I’m Margaret’s girlfriend.”

“Well, this is new!”

“You look mad, Shep. Are you mad?” Margaret crouches down and starts busying herself with something.

“No, of course not! I’m very happy for you. I just… when did this happen? I was here a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh, a century or two ago.”

“What? So you just never told me about it? I’ve gotta admit, I’m a little bit hurt.” The twinkle in his eyes suggests otherwise.

“Oh, no no no, we only met again last week.”

“I’m confused again. Tell me everything.”

A fire blazes up between Margaret’s palms. So that’s what she was doing on the ground. “Sit.”

Shepard and Ismelda sit. Margaret talks. “Ismelda took a vacation in England almost two hundred years ago. She was traveling around the north and she heard about a range of dragons even further up. She decided she had to find it, even though it was already too cold for her. She’s dumb like that.”

“Hey!”

“Anyhow, she did find us, but she was cold and miserable by the time she got there. I agreed to house her and care for her until she could keep going-”

“I didn’t need caring for. It was more like a few meals, a hot bath, and a bed for a night or two.”

“-but we had a nice time together, and she stayed longer than planned. Eventually we… fell in love, I guess. We didn’t tell each other how serious it was at the time, but we did have a relationship. She stayed with me for the rest of her trip. When she was supposed to go home, she wanted me to ask her to stay, and I wanted her to let me know she wasn’t going… Neither of us said anything, and Ismelda left.”

“Shepard, are you crying?”

“He gets like that sometimes. Humans are strange.”

“Keep going! I need to hear the rest of the story!”

“I’m getting there. Ismelda went back home - here - and fell asleep. I decided that I needed a change of scenery and I decided to have a vacation of my own in America. We had never discussed where exactly Ismelda was from, but for some reason, I felt that this was the right place for me to settle.”

“You haven’t told me that! It’s like we’re soulmates.” Ismelda snuggles up to Margaret, reaching a hand towards the fire.

“I didn’t tell you because we’ve only been together for a week.”

“Not accurate.”

“You know what I mean. There wasn’t time.”

“Aww, you guys are adorable when you bicker!” They both stare at him. “Sorry. Keep going.”

“Well, I slept for a bit, but it quickly got too warm for me. I liked it here. I decided to stay a bit longer. Then I met you, and I decided to stay even longer… Then the others started waking up and I realized Ismelda was here.”

“What others?”

“The other dragons.”

“They’re awake?” Shepard stands, as if he intends to go meet them right now.

“The mountains are absolutely swarming with them,” Ismelda clarifies.

“Shepard, sit down. They’re not going to be as friendly to humans as we are. I’ll tell them about you and then we can introduce you when you get back.”

Shepard checks his watch. “I’ve gotta go! I’ll let you know when I’m back, Maggie,” he kisses her on the cheek, “it’s been lovely to meet you, Ismelda.” He gives her a hug, then starts walking away, waving. He turns around halfway down the mountain and yells, “I won’t forget you promised to introduce me to the other dragons!”

Ismelda chuckles, wrapping her arms around Margaret’s shoulders. “He’s cute.”

“Yes. I just wish he knew how to stay out of trouble.” Margaret leans back into Ismelda and closes her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

#mineltg #my writing #carry on secret santa 2019 #carry on secret santa #wayward son #wayward son spoilers #shepard #margaret the dragon #carry on #carry on fanfic #ismelda the dragon

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randomguywithwords · 6 years ago

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Midnight Train (Todomomo Short Story)

“This is...” Momo stared uneasily at the station, as though it were a haunted house.

“My birthday wish. Yes,” Todoroki responded.

“Is there some food in there you like, or are we going somewhere else? I can call for a ride –”

“No, we’re going to take a train. Come on.” Todoroki pulled Momo by the hand.

“Wait, Shoto! I don’t –”

“Feel comfortable? Of course not. I’d feel uncomfortable if I had to do something for the first time. But you said, and I quote, ‘we can go anywhere’ for my birthday, so here we are.”

“I really regret promising that.” Momo pouted, and his lip curled into a smile.

“Come on, it’s late, so no one will be taking it. No one will witness your embarrassment.”

“Shoto!” She slapped his shoulder, but as always, he didn’t even wince, dragging her to the ticket machine against her feeble protests.

“Right, pick your stop,” Todoroki instructed.

Momo sighed. “Just for you...and just this once, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Hmmph.” Momo scanned the map for her prefecture. “Aichi...Aichi...Aichi...” She muttered, waving her finger around to find the word.

“Oh for crying out – Here,” Shoto sighed and pressed on the station that she’d been searching for.

“I would have found that,” Momo defended.

“Sure...” Shoto replied with a tone of sarcasm he didn’t even try to conceal. “Anyway, pay up.”

Momo dug into her jacket and pulled out her wallet. “200 Yen? That’s cheap.”

“Of course it is. That’s the whole point.”

Momo stuck her tongue out at him, and Shoto smiled at that. Knowing her, she wouldn’t have done that if they were in a crowded place. Currently, only a few people were still out and about at this time of the night, and Momo had definitely changed in the year and a half that they’ve been dating.

“Your mom would pinch you for that,” He teased.

“Well, she’s not here, is she?”

He liked rebellious Momo.

Once they paid for the tickets, they went up to the gantry. “So you insert the ticket into here, and then take the stub out here.” He pointed at the respective slots. “Then, when you exit, you put the stub here and walk through.”

He proceeded to demonstrate it, ending up on the opposite side of the gantry, leaving Momo behind and extremely confused.

“Can I just jump over it?” She suggested, half-joking.

“Oh hurry up, or we’re going to miss the train.”

She vaguely remembered what Todoroki said a few seconds ago, and like a child inserting blocks in the form of shapes into their respective holes for the first time, managed to awkwardly bypass the gantry after a moment of deep thought.

“So glad you made it, or you would’ve been stranded there forever.” Shoto said in a sardonic tone.

“Shush,” Momo warned, and Todoroki obeyed, albeit chuckling lightly. They went up the escalator holding hands.

“You know, people on the right generally walk up.” Shoto pointed out

“Yes, I know how escalator etiquette works, thank you very much. But there’s no one here, so there!”

The platform was empty, apart from one drunkard at the other end sleeping on a bench, so the couple was alone. They sat down on a bench and enjoyed a comfortable silence in the chilly night, occasionally broken by the unexpectedly loud snores of the drunk guy or the announcements over the intercom.

Finally, the train arrived, and the two boarded it. To no one’s surprise, it was empty. At least, that carriage was. Shoto spotted a few others scattered throughout the train in other carriages, but they were either sleeping or engrossed in their own things.

Momo zipped up her jacket suddenly.

“Cold?” Todoroki asked.

“No.” Momo replied, shivering slightly.

He sighed. “You’re so stubborn.” He wrapped his left arm around her neck and heated it up.

“I’m gonna get –” Momo yawned at the warmth. “Sleepy.”

“It’s a 20 minute ride anyway. You can get some shut-eye.”

“What about you?”

“I’m awake.”

Momo blinked a few times, her eyes growing heavy. “Okay...”

She leaned on Todoroki’s shoulder, the comforting heat emanating from his left side making her drowsier by the second. Todoroki tilted his head on Momo’s, murmuring with a smile forming on his face, “Sleepy-head.”

“It’s your quirk’s fault,” She whispered, but there was no conviction, only affection. “Now let me sleep.”

“Okay.” He kissed her forehead, causing Momo to purr softly as she closed her eyes.

Despite the screeching sounds of the train speeding along the rails and the occasional wobble of the carriage, and Momo with it, she managed to fall asleep feeling quite snug, with Todoroki’s warm turtleneck sleeves wrapped around her. She enjoyed her first train ride, but would never admit that to Todoroki. Even so, she knew he could tell.

This is an odd request but if anyone has seen the tumblr post about finding a fanfic or the fanfic itself, please give me a link. It’s a one-shot about class 1a finding Deku’s notebook and discovering about OFA. Also Sato helps translate it or something. I can’t find it now.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #todoroki #momo #momo yaoyorozu #todomomo #shoto x momo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #short story #writing practice #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #bnha oneshot #bnha shipfic

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sieben9 · 6 years ago

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“changelings” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

Well, damn.

Where do I even start?

Ah, yes, ridiculous fashion choices. Thank you, that’ll do nicely.

Seriously, what is up with this belt? Is there a funny story/deep significance I missed here? Did the Evil Queen get really into wrestling while off-screen? Is this a Fight Club thing?

So many questions, and neary an answer in sight…

…yeah, OK, I’ll get to the actual episode. Under the cut, though. Be warned, this wasn’t a happy one for multiple reasons. For one it’s so long and I am really sorry. I just kept going “and another thing…!” until we got to the current state of things. There are some “skip here” suggestions in the text, though. For another… yeah, just go ahead and read the thing. Short version right here: I did not like this episode, and its also a microcosm of this show’s issues with character continuity. (As in “which bits are canon this episode”)

OK, brief shout out to the whole scene at the barn house. Regina threatening the Evil Queen with crushing her own heart was deeply worrying, but also kind of badass. Good on her. Also, the conversation afterwards. It’s nice to have it all out in the open for once.

Next up: the flashback!

names displayed to silently accuse the guilty (not really they just happened to be in the shot)

Which was… alright, I guess? I mean, the Rumbelle dynamic was completely off compared to what we’ve seen from anything but their very earliest days (I’m thinking about the Robin incident, which was… maybe Belle’s second day there?), but compared to all the other nonsense going on in that area, this is barely a blip on the radar.

This had definitely the only moment of much-needed comic relief of the episode, namely Blue’s dress. I mean, she wears it with commendable sincerity, but that thing just doesn’t get any better with prolonged exposure.

So, Rumple can read Elf, but he can’t read Fairy? OK, I guess, but you’d think that over a 200-year-long rivalry, he’d have made the effort. Well, if nothing else, the “Belle knows Fairy” thing is a nice fanfic fact.

Anything else here…?

Oh, yeah. Rumple’s mom.

Alright, it might be a little early, but I’m calling it now: viewed by quantity, Rumple has The Worst Parents on this show. Simply because both of them were evil, child-stealing assholes who abandoned their son. …you know, despite the very obvious irony in that sentence, I’m shocked Rumple turned out as good as he did. All praise the two spinning ladies.

By the way, how many parents do we have who didn’t abandon their children? Obviously, there are some, but I highly doubt we’d get as much as an even split. Yes, I realise that this is part of the show’s theme, but that is still a lot of absent parents.

He didn’t get much out of that conversation, though, did he? Well, looks like he’ll have another opportunity this season, at least… (If I sound a little underwhelmed, it’s just because of my general mood, I’m actually pretty excited to see more of her. “Sometimes you have to choose power over love”, huh?)

::long groan:: I don’t wanna do this. Because I feel like this should be a serious, in-depth analysis, when really all I want to say is “this episode hurt me and not in the good way”.

I think a large part of the problem is this: I wasn’t there with the story. I think Rumple and Belle’s actions both grew… sort of organically to the point they reached by the end of the episode, but getting there was such a janky, half-baked mess that I just. Didn’t. Buy it.

Right up until the end of that really, really disturbing scene in the library, there are some giant leaps of logic I’m supposed to just follow along with. Like “the best way to get my son to love me is to speed up Belle’s pregnancy” or “Rumple wants to cut our son’s destiny so that he can be corrupted ‘or worse’.” Also, what the hell is “worse” supposed to be in this scenario? What, exactly, did he think Rumple would do to his own child? Ugh!

Also, this didn’t happen until later, but “Just because he did the right thing today doesn’t mean he’ll do the right thing tomorrow”? Really, Emma? Isn’t hoping people who do the right thing today will do the right thing tomorrow kind of at the core of your entire moral system?

::dons hardhat::

OK, outright: The library scene was painful, and deliberately cruel on part of the writers. Because there were so many options for this to play out that didn’t involve Rumple chasing Belle into the elevator that’s been an established “Thing” in the narrative of this couple. I’m not saying this is bad writing (I want to, but let’s face it, I’m hardly objective), but it’s definitely a deliberate punch to the gut. And then there’s the bit where Belle has to talk Rumple down, which… ::shudder:: yeah, not a good look.

What annoys me about that conversation… OK, one of the things that annoy me about that conversation is that I can’t even properly analyse anyone’s character motivation here, because I have no fucking idea which bits of canon I’m “supposed to” remember this week!

Some canon dissection at this point, skip if you’re bored.

So. Belle told Rumple that “all she wanted [him] to do was try”, which is reasonable enough on its face. In an ideal world, I’d assume this refers back to his comment in s5 where he basically said that the darkness was irrevocably part of him and that he had no intentions of changing that. Which is a… bold choice of words for someone who was literally, straight-up cursed with that amount of darkness. But I digress. The thing is that I don’t actually know if that’s what Belle meant, because, like I said, there’s been a very clear trend of “please only remember selected pieces of established continuity” in recent seasons episodes, and if you’re going to play it like this, that makes any kind of analysis really hard.

Because here’s the thing: he absolutely did try after that. Right after that, you might say. He and Belle worked together (using Belle’s method rather than gunning for Hades directly) to get their child back from Hades. And when Belle decided to put herself under a sleeping curse so as not to risk Hades stealing their child (because Belle does impulsive shit when she feels cornered), Rumple not only got their child back, he also tried to kiss her awake afterwards—something he previously said would require too much of a change from him to even attempt! And when that didn’t work, he did what she’d asked and brought her to her father, who refused to wake her, because his child being worse-than-dead was apparently still better than her being with Rumple. (And no, words still cannot express how much I hate Moe French. He started out a shitty father and then got worse.)

And then he kept trying to wake her up, because that’s what you do for a person you love. I’d even say he was about to succeed in waking her up, when what I can only call a diabolus ex machina turned up to tell her that Rumple is bad and will “destroy his family” (in a frustratingly unspecified manner that was never elaborated upon). And I’d be happier with this if it was framed as the kind of self-fulfilling prophecy the season 2 seer girl made—that Belle trying to avoid a future where Rumple destroyed their family would put them on the path to destroying their family—but I’m not sure that’s what’s going on. And if it is, then the writing in that one bit of the show is certainly a lot subtler than everywhere else.

I don’t care how cute a baby you are, adult!you is still a douchebag

So, at this point, Rumple has tried really hard to be a better version of himself, but somehow none of that work is recognised in narrative. It’s perfectly fine for Belle not to recognise it for several reasons (it’s also a bit weird, considering how she still seems to feel about him), but the narrative never acknowledges that all of this can definitely be filed under “striving to be better.” Which, again, brings me to the “so which bits of canon are canon today?” question. (Also, hi, I have a strong suspicion that the people involved in planning this show are a lot better at short stories than ongoing series with open sequel hooks. No pun intended.)

And then, like I said, things took a pretty sharp turn towards the end of last episode and at the top of this one. I’m… not even touching that any further. I’m tired, and not in the “I woke up early to get this writing done” sense.

::sigh:: Remember The Bear and the Bow? Good times, that, huh?

Alright. Deep breath. It’s uphill from here. Kind of. The hill is inside a hell-pit, so it’s not a great climb.

The post-library bit of the episode kind of works as far as internal logic goes. The episode had pretty much lost me by then, to the point where I was just relieved it actually wasn’t Rumple who spiked that tea. Because, let me tell you, I know I said I didn’t see myself quitting the show, but that version would have been hard as hell to watch. So. Glad I don’t live in that version of reality.

Still, at that point, Belle has no reason to think someone other than Rumple would have wanted to give her that potion. Which meant he was still after the baby, so sending the little bean away was… still not a great idea, really, but I can see how she arrived there. Belle does impulsive shit when she feels cornered. If she thought Rumple had really sunk that low… yeah, it’s still not a great option (and, again some really good acting in that scene), but not completely out of left field.

And Rumple was obviously afraid something like this would happen, which is why he tried to barge into the convent like that. Didn’t exactly make him look more innocent, but he was in a hurry.

at least you’re pretty to look at, I guess

At least one person acted entirely consistent with prior characterisation, meaning the Evil Queen. Because that potion was such a classic move that I’m a bit surprised Rumple didn’t see that one coming. My guy, this is basically the same woman who convinced you Belle was dead before locking her in a cell for thirty years. She knows where to hit you and how to make it stick, and you should know that!

And this is not me saying that it’s Rumple’s fault, but he sure got a good hit from the idiot ball when he unceremoniously dropped the Evil Queen as his partner/”partner” without going “hm, could she possibly feel the urge to screw me over for this?”

And so, Rumple missed the birth of his second child, Belle had her first child without her husband to support her, and while Gideon is a lovely name, I can’t help but think that picking a name for your child is something couples should do together, playfully bickering back and forth for weeks that no, we are not naming our son Immanuel, why is this even a discussion? (…I had several friends get pregnant over the last three years and you hear some weird stuff. The little guy is called Immanuel now, by the way. Among other things.)

Oh, and speaking of the little guy’s name...

WHY WOULDN’T SHE TELL HIM? Seriously, the name wouldn’t do anything to find him he couldn’t do with blood magic. Which he has readily available, since it’s--and I know this comes as a shock--his child. Seriously, that just seems... nedlessly cruel.

Also, to close this out with some (semi-)humour, I want to make this a callout for one Belle Gold, who decided that of all the people present this was the best person to hand her newborn child:

I think I am on record for saying that I would not trust the Blue Fairy with taking care of a gerbil, nevermind a human being. Frankly, if she told me the sky was blue, I’d go outside and check, just in case the apocalypse had gone off while I wasn’t looking. That’s how little I trust her.

Now, I do know that this is not the story of how Blue has been evil all along, but there is a world where that’s the big twist at the end of this episode.

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat changelings #sieben watches ouat #ouat writing critical #so much of it #whoever did this is officially off my christmas list #(no i do not have a christmas list)#belle critical #rumple critical #rumbelle critical #mostly to be safe #but seriously #there is very little fun and games in this post #i did NOT like this episode #sieben talks

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nochuobsessed · 6 years ago

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Bite Me || Pt 14

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures, Hospital

“Lay her down!”

“Where?”

“The table, I need a flat surface.”

“The babies are distressed, we need to act fast.”

Yoongi was panicking. Wendy had arrived moments after he did, sending that something was wrong with you and the twins. Viviliana had arrived quickly, Mark trying to help her out to the best of his abilities. Yoongi felt helpless, watching as everyone did what they could to help. He sat on the floor, holding his knees to his chest, shaking whilst never taking his eyes off your unconscious form.

Bambam and Jungkook helped carry you onto the table, Yugyeom quickly clearing it, discarding the items onto the floor without a second thought. Viviliana set down her bag, getting out her equipment. Viviliana did basic checks on your body, going to check for pulse before realizing you don’t have one. She carefully placed her hands on your bump, wincing at the strong pair of kicks the twins had unleashed. She carefully lifted up your dress, gasping in shock at the state of your stomach.

The skin was basically translucent, each and every vein visible to the naked eye. Bruises scattered the bump, some red and purple, others a deep brown.

“Yoongi, how long has she been like this?”

Yoongi calmed his breathing so he could speak, “She, she had been tired all day, and dizzy. We got out of the car, and she vomited blood everywhere and passed out.”

“But the bruises?”

Yoongi nodded, “The start of this week. I think the full moon was effecting them, I-I’m not sure.”

Viv nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it, “Y/N, if you can hear me, I need you to squeeze my hand. Can you do that for me?”

There was no response. Viviliana looked around at everyone, “We need to take her to a hospital. I’m not sure what we can do from here. She needs more blood, nasogastric tubing to get the blood in her. The babies could be harmed. They’re only half vampire, the werewolf side is rather prominent. They’re weak, and Y/N is suffering.”

Everyone looked to Yoongi. He had zoned out, his heart beating dangerously high as he heard of what could happen. His heart ached for you, for you to wake up and be okay.

Irene went to approach him, but Bambam beat her to it, his blue hair, which had outgrown by now, still standing out prominently.

He knelt down, placing his hands on his Alpha’s shoulders, shaking him abruptly, “Hyung! Now is not the time! Noona needs you, the babies need you! Stop staring into space and help!”

Bambam pulled him to his feet, and Yoongi took a deep breath in, before nodding, offering a small thank you as he raced to your side, “What hospital?”

Viv thought for a moment, “The same one you went to to see me. I can get her a private room.”

Yoongi scooped you into his arms, his heart breaking as your head rolled back, your lifeless body freezing cold against his, “Let’s go.”

Yoongi got into to the back of the packs Land Rover, Irene driving with Jungkook in the passengers seat. Yoongi brushed your hair out of your face, holding you close, “You’ll be okay baby, I promise.”

The pack arrived at the hospital, the humans in the waiting room astonished at the large group being escorted straight into a room. Mark and Viviliana had arrived faster, going straight to organize the room.

Yoongi placed you down on the hospital bed, before being pulled aside by Wendy, “I have to tell you something.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “What is it?”

“I let Namjoon wake up,” Wendy confessed, “He passed my test, he’s making amends and he’s planning to fix things with Y/N. But he wants to meet up with you first.”

“Me?”

Wendy nodded, “Y/N is in your care. He wants to apologize and ask for forgiveness, and for permission to see her.

“She’s not my property, she’s her own person. Jesus is he from another century or some shit?”

“Technically, yes,” Wendy said, before getting back on track, “He thinks, and I agree, that he should try to talk to you before talking to Y/N.”

Yoongi sighed, “I’ll do it.” He stopped for a moment, scratching the back of his head before looking around awkwardly, “Can you- tell him about what’s happening? He’s still her brother, he deserves to know.”

Wendy smiled, “Of course. Thank you, Yoongi, really.”

Yoongi nodded, before returning back to you. Viviliana was currently trying to insert the nasogastric tube, finding it difficult as you weren’t awake and able to swallow to make sure it went down the right tube.

“You can use magic, Jagiya,” Mark reassured her, gently rubbing her arm. She shook her head, before giving in.

She guided the tube with a simple spell, finally able to secure the smaller tube, “Done.”

A nurse entered the room with a case filled with blood bags, dropping them off and then leaving straight away. She passed Bambam and Yugyeom, who had only just arrived.

Yoongi stood to the side, finding it hard to see you in such a condition. If worse came to worse, and he had to choose between you or the twins, he would choose you. But he knew that you would choose the twins. He also knew it would never come to that, but the thought lingered in his mind.

Bambam placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a bittersweet smile, “It’s going to be fine Hyung. Viviliana-Noona has it handled. We have magic on our side, not to mention that Y/N-noona is a vampire that cannot die, and the twins are-“

“Half vampire, I know,” Yoongi interrupted, crossing his arms, “They’re weak. They’re only three months along. What if she has to give birth now? Sure they’re about 6 months in human development, but that’s still very premature. They’re only small, so small-“

“Yoongi,” Viviliana cut him off, offering him a small smile, “It’ll be okay. She’s safe now. We can help her.”

The alpha nodded, sitting down on the couch next to Jungkook, as Bambam and Yugyeom followed. Jungkook looked sympathetically to his alpha, bowing his head in respect.

“Hyung, does it hurt?”

“Seeing her in pain, not knowing what’s wrong and if I could have prevented it? Yeah, it fucking hurts,” Yoongi answered, scoffing as he pulled out his phone, checking the time, “You’ll understand when you find your mate. All of a sudden, he or she is your whole world. I would die for her, though she’d never let me. I can’t- live without her.”

“I want to find my mate,” Jungkook confessed, “I just wish it was easier. Feeling their pain, your heart breaking for them, it doesn’t sound very fun.”

Yoongi shrugged, looking to the younger wolf, “It’s hard at times like these. But when you wake up in the morning, and she’s asleep in your arms, protected and safe with a peaceful look on her sleeping face, it’s all worth it.”

The water was cold where Taehyung was. He knew he was still out there. He knew he needed to find him. How he had survived? He would never know. Taehyung wanted to end him, to make him feel the pain he had felt for over 200 years. Only then would he return to his beloved Jimin.

Word had been circulating through the siren infested waters, that an old pirate had returned to his siren hunting ways. Taehyung knew it had to be Youngjae. From what he could remember, his ex-lover was very much human. However, he himself was a human too back then, and many things had changed. He went from being a captive on the ship, to charming the Captain, to falling in love, and being killed. Perhaps it was his destiny to become a siren.

“Taehyung?”

He turned around, his eyes meeting a young siren, “You’re Jeongyeon, right?”

The young girl smiled, “I got your message. About Youngjae. I have the information you need.”

Taehyung sighed, bubbles forming in the water. He could tell she was quite younger, definitely not being over the age of 50. Sirens didn’t age, so she could really be anything, but her child-like innocence with a hint of maturity made him think otherwise.

“Shall we?”

They began to swim together, Jeongyeon taking a moment before speaking, “You were with him, in the Victorian age.”

“I was,” Taehyung said, digging his nails into his palm, “I thought he- you know.”

“Don’t feel disheartened, you weren’t the only victim,” Jeongyeon comforted the older siren, “I’m sure you’re aware by now that the ship you were on had many victims like that. However when you overtook the ship and killed everyone, he survived. We think he was turned.”

“Turned? Into what?”

“A vampire, of some kind. Something immortal,” She confesses, “He, doesn’t drink blood. The council’s assured that. He aged, slightly, but not since forever ago.” She stops the motions in her tail, turning to Taehyung with a scared look, “He’s hunting sirens. He’s kill at least 500 in the past two years. If that doesn’t scare you away from whatever mission you’re on, nothing will.”

Taehyung shook his head, “Youngjae is supposed to be dead at my hands. That’s the only way I can get rid of the attachment to him. Then I can be with Jimin. He’s a werewolf, I’m his mate. I could kill him by being away from him for so long, but I need Youngjae to be dead.”

Jeongyeon nodded in understanding, “I get it. But Youngjae isn’t human anymore. He was vile, and an evil creature before he stepped foot into our world. Taehyung, I urge you to be careful.”

Taehyungs mind drifted to Jimin. The few times they had been intimate together were amazing. A full moon, Jimin had taken a potion that stopped him from turning, so that Taehyung could turn human for the night. Taehyung loved Jimin, in one way or another. But he couldn’t be with him fully knowing that the siren attachment to the man that caused his death was still there.

“All this time I thought I couldn’t love,” Taehyung said, smiling sadly, “But it was just a siren thing. I was cruel to him, I said I couldn’t love. But I can, and I do.”

“And once you kill Youngjae it’ll all be over?”

“Yes, I can go back to Jimin, and we can be happy.”

The next day had passed, and you were still unconscious. Yoongi had fallen asleep on the couch next to your bed, never letting go of your fragile hand. Blood was constantly being pumped into you, hoping to sustain you and the twins.

The others had gone home, Yoongi insisting that they didn’t need to wait with him. Mark and Viv stayed nonetheless, helping out with anything they could.

“Yoongi?”

The werewolf shifted in his seat, opening his eyes slowly, before jumping up and realizing they were still in hospital. Irene stood in front of him, a picnic basket in hand, “I bought food.”

They sat at the small table in the room, eating the sandwiches the maknae’s had made. Yoongi was grateful, he didn’t care about himself at that moment. His focus was on you and the babies.

“Staring at her isn’t going to wake her up, you know?” Irene said, smiling sadly to her alpha, “She’ll wake up, you know that. You still need to look after yourself. She would kill you if she woke up to see you sick.”

“I know,” Yoongi said, finishing off a sandwich, and starting to eat another, “It’s just hard.”

Irene bent down, getting out a folder from the basket, “Momo and Yeri came around, we decided it would be a good idea to plan more of the baby shower. Would you like to have a look?”

Yoongi nodded, taking the purple folder from Irene, a flipping to the first few pages, “Our house is almost done, I payed double so that it would be the top priority.”

“Only you would do that,” Irene teased, before pointing something out on Yoongi’s current page, “A blood punch bowl, except we have blood donors constantly… donating.”

“If it keeps her side of the family happy, then sure,” Yoongi said, a shiver going up his spine, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that my mate drinks blood.”

“Just like how she’s probably not going to get used to you turning into to a fluffy wolf once a month,” Irene fired back, winking at the Alpha.

“-Yoongi?”

Both heads turned to your direction, your eyes slightly parted as you tried to make sense of everything. Yoongi ran to your side, taking your hands in his as he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering.

“I’ll go find Viv,” Irene said, bowing and giving the two of you some privacy.

Your head was pounding, and you felt full. You had no thirst for blood, but as you raised your hand to your face you felt the tube, nodding in understanding. Your hand had IV’s inserted into it too, and you laid your head back down on the pillow, “I’m in hospital?” You asked quietly, snuggling your head into Yoongi’s hand. He nodded, moving your hair out of the way of your eyes. “The babies?”

“They’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” Yoongi said, resting his head on your chest, “Baby, I was so scared.”

You played with his hair until Viviliana came, smiling at you as she came over, “Good to see you’re awake. You’re safe, you’re going to be fine. What do you remember?”

“I remember vomiting when I got out of the car,” You said, thinking hard, “Yoongi caught me, and that’s it.”

“Good, no memory problems,” Viv said, ticking something off her clipboard, “We tubed you, so that both you and the babies can get the needed amount of blood.”

You nodded, your hand subconsciously moving to your bump, only to find Yoongi’s hand had beaten you. You placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together.

“We did an ultrasound last night. They’re both underdeveloped for a werewolf pregnancy, with the girl quite smaller than the boy. They’re going to be fine, but we need to do a few things to ensure that.”

“I’ll do anything,” You said quickly, looking to Yoongi, “We’ll do anything, to make sure they’re okay.”

“And to make sure that you’re okay,” Yoongi added, “Just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can overlook your own problems. You’re just as important as they are.”

“I don’t care about myself, I will happily risk my health for them,” You cut in, before Viv cleared her throat.

“So,” She trailed off, smiling awkwardly, “You’re going to be tubed for a while. I’ll teach you everything, it’ll be fine. You can’t get enough blood from blood bags, you need to be constantly fed until the three of you are sustainable.”

“Anything else we need to do?” Yoongi asked, looking to Viv expectantly.

Viv took in a sharp, breath, biting her lip before speaking, “I spoke to one of our consultant psychologists. I explained everything, without the supernatural bits, and we both think that you guys should leave Seoul for a while.”

“What?” You and Yoongi both said, furrowing your eyebrows as he scoffed, “Leave?”

“The babies are distressed, Y/N’s body is too. With all of the drama with your brother, and many other things, we think now would be a good time to get away for a few weeks. You still have to go through another two months of your pregnancy, you should take this chance.”

“Where would we go?” You asked, looking to Yoongi. He thought for a moment, before nodding.

“Daegu.”

“Daegu?”

“I was thinking of organizing a trip for us anyway,” Yoongi confessed, “I can show you where I grew up, maybe meet my mother.”

“I thought your family banished you?” You asked, “I mean, I want to go, I just don’t want it to be stressful for you.”

Yoongi looked up at the ceiling, sighing deeply, “My mother has been begging for me to visit,” The alpha said, “She said my brother wants to fix things.”

You agreed straight away, “Yoongi, if I had the opportunity to fix things with my brother, I would. You should take this chance.”

Yoongi froze, not sure whether or not to mention the fact that Namjoon was better, “Alright,” Yoongi said, “We’ll go to Daegu. When should we leave?”

“Soon,” Viv said, “I suggest 2 weeks. Relax, spend time together, don’t think about us. Everyone will be fine.”

Yoongi got out his phone, a minute later holding it up, “I can get tickets for us to leave tonight. Private plane, just us.”

“Perfect,” Viv said, “I’ll explain to you how to use the feeding tube, Yoongi. For now, keep her rested. I’ll ask Irene and Mark to pack bags for you.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi said, smiling softly at you, “A holiday, how… exciting?”

“I haven’t been to Daegu before,” You said, “But so quickly? Shouldn’t we have planned for a later date or-“

“Sweetheart, this will be good for you,” Yoongi said, caressing your cheek, “For us. We can be normal for a bit.”

You held on tightly to his hand, keeping it pressed against your cheek, “I’m a vampire carrying hybrid twins that has to be tube fed blood. I think this is as normal as it gets honey.”

Yoongi laughed, attempting to move his hand, but stopping when he realized how cold you were, “Want me to warm you up?”

You nodded, moving over and letting him lie in the bed next to you, gently pulling you closer, letting his warmth overtake you, “I’m sorry.”

You snuggled into him, sighing, “You’ve done nothing wrong baby.”

“I got you pregnant, this is happening because you’re pregnant with little half werewolf demons,” He said, laughing at the last part, “You’re suffering.”

“It’s worth it,” You said, looking up at him, “Knowing that in two months, we’ll get to hold our little creations in our arms, and tell them we love them. We’ll be able to raise them not be prejudiced against different species, and to be good people.”

“And how to hunt, and turn into a wolf during a full moon,” Yoongi added, and you nodded, “that too.”

“I love you, Yoongi, and I wouldn’t be doing this unless I wanted to. I want this more than anything, I know you do too.”

He raised his eyebrows, “There’s something I want more.”

“And that is?”

He chuckled, “I’ll tell you another day. I promise.”

You nodded, closing your eyes again. Yoongi’s mind went back to the rings you had tried on two days ago, how beautiful it looked on your delicate hand. He quickly grabbed his phone, sending a text to Mark, before joining you in sleeping.

Everything had been packed, Yoongi had been taught how to use the feeding device, and you were boarding the private plane to Daegu. Yoongi had you wrapped up in his hoodie and his sweatpants, a blanket also placed around your shoulders.

You still had the tube in, you probably would for a while. Yoongi had packed enough blood, and it was unlikely that you would run out.

You walked up the stairs to the plane, letting Yoongi guide you to your seat, taking off your sunglasses and sitting down across from you.

The last few checks were made and you took off,

“Ever been in a private jet before?”

“Nope,” You said, moving your blanket so it lay on top of you, “Never really travelled once I turned, you know?”

“Really? You’re immortal, you could go and see the world,” Yoongi chuckled, checking his phone briefly.

“You could be immortal too,” You said quietly, loud enough for his werewolf hearing to pick up.

Yoongi looked at you, “I know. And I will, for you and the babies, for as long as you’d like.”

“I live forever, Yoongs. I’m hoping you would too,” You said, trying to get comfortable in your chair, and failing to do so.

Yoongi moved his chair so that it reclined, and held his arms open for you. You carefully got up, bringing your blanket and carefully sitting in his lap, letting him push you gently so you were cuddled up to him.

He kissed your temple, breathing in your scent, “Your hair smells nice.” You hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his waist as your head laid on his chest.

“You’re warm,” You whispered back, “My warm alpha.”

Your breathing steadied, indicating you were falling asleep. Yoongi’s phone went off, surprising him as he had forgotten to turn it off.

Yoongi put his phone down, turning it off and bringing his attention back to you. You were asleep in his arms, the peaceful look on your face that he had mentioned to Jungkook clearly evident.

“This, this is what makes everything worth it.”

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CHAPTER 2

“Shoutout to KingOfGamesYohgiMotto. Thank you for the donation, man. This means a lot to me and to my channel.” Riku says at the his microphone, punching buttons on his PS4 after seeing a notification that one of his subscriber just donated $10 in his Paypal account. Making sure he pronounced the the username properly or as much as possible got it right.

He also sneered a grin, remembering the name of the protagonist in that same card game he and Vanitas had played when they were playing “Strip and Drunk Duel” on Saturday dubbed as “Drunkterday”, This was their only leisure time aside from streaming their gameplays or casting official ESports games tournament.

They sometimes stream their drunk games where they only open an invitation link on their private Discord channel for the first 200 people who wants to watch them lose their dignities. The last time they did stream their drunkard gameplay, half of their subscribers dared them that whoever loses should kiss the winner. The match was intense but in the end, Vanitas won making Riku lose his virgin lips as he kissed Vanitas for the first time.

His raven roommate laughed, his cheeks red from all the martini he dranked (both have different tastes. Their subscribers even asked if where do they buy their alcohol. The two said in unison that it was “classified information” and would never tell where they got it), he joked the camera asking their subscribers if he should wear lipstick so that the evidence of them kissing will be visible and fans would have proof that Riku whacked the raven’s for suggesting such embarrassing thought.

“Come on, Reeks, hun, we homos. We’ve already seen each others dicks since high school.”

Another whack in the head, but this time, Vanitas was actually whimpering in his drunkard state telling that it hurts. “Fuck you, Vani. Don’t even give them more fanservices we’ve already doing.” Riku grabbed a glass of homemade margarita. Drinking all of its contents as liquid courage for he was about to be doing. “You fuckers better not be recording this or so help me God I’ll delete my channel. Goodluck finding me on the internet!” Warning at the camera.

The kissed came and lots of the people in their discord channel died from their fanservice.

In behalf of the 200 subscribers who died after seeing VanReeks doing a torrid “Kissing Booth” kiss scene.

You will forever be in the hearts of the VanReeks Pornsite Discord channel.

Riku’s phone pinged notifying him about that his pay from the gaming company have finally been transferred from his PayPal. Thank God, he can finally pay Vanitas for the rent of his room. He didn’t question why he was the last of the two of them who receives his pay from the XIII Organization Gaming Authority. Riku has two hunches: 1) The gaming company likes Vanitas or 2) The gaming company just hates Riku. The raven assured his silver-haired friend that they get the same amount from the company. Why Riku was always late, he had no idea.

Onwards to his gaming stream, he was so focused on the game he almost missed the stream’s chat.

daisu777: omg bruh the verum rex was totally awesomesauce! If it wasn’t for u, i never would encounter this beautiful gem of a game! More power to your channel

gamergurlhoe2k19: Reeks! You are so beautiful! I became a gamer bc of your channel. Pls notice me senpai ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

zoeeeeeV9: luv ur channel bruh, just wanna ask if what other games you going to stream? Would like you to see horror games like Fatal Frame and Silent Hill. TIA

delicsnakekuu: how’s it goin bro? Thanks again for the recommendation about Verum Rex. Game was overkill! If you want, I can get you a copy of Devil May Cry series. Just send your PSN account deets so I can prep ‘em.

More power to your channel, bro! Peace out.

GayForMastahTenebrae1234: Riku! OH my god finally caught up and joined one of your livestreams. You are such an adorable and cool streamer. I always watch your contents and your stream casting together with Vanitas.

I live for VanReeks so much I ship you with each other. Ajksdhasjkhdjaks plssforgivdisfujohoe

I got a source from one of your fellow followers that Verum Rex will be having its own anime adaptation and there was a fan gathering for it. Will u and Vani be coming in the event?

bitchachosnachoZ: WHAT?!

DAFUQC?!

AXEwithanL: STFU!!!

S T A H P

natsuckiss: bitch where did u get that info?!

dAth0EGAMING: qsgywcsknwnshs fam.

LINKKKKKK!!!!

LINK!!!

AXEwithanL: LINK!

bitchachosnachoZ: for the love of Riku my King, give me the link!!!

The entire chatbox was in chaos, spamming chats about sauce, link, and some info that it was real that Riku almost totally forgot about the said event.

“Oh crap. I forgot about the event,” he mumbled in his mic but his voice was heard and his fans speed-typing chats like “omfg”, “Riku did you mean…”, “omg shut up”. Riku really do loved his circle of fans and their creative language that sometimes, he adopt the words and expressions into his everyday life. Looking at the camera, he grabbed a white envelope showing it to his fans. A wax seal was present with a sigil of the The XIII Organization Gaming Authority visible. “Yeap, me and Vani are definitely invited in the press conference of the game.

It’s going to be hold on tomorrow at Radiant Garden Hotels & Casinos,” his channel’s chatbox went wild. Incoherent fangirling, fanboying chats spam him. Congratulating the game streamer how successful and worth playing Verum Rex. They even praised him for not giving up in playing the game that half of the gaming community went wild, quickly buying the game. Every gamers was hooked into the storyline spreading it like a virus.

He also added that no additional information was enclosed in his invitation aside from the trailer reveal, casts, animation studio, etc. “But hey guys, they might dropped the second installment of Verum Rex pretty soon seeing after that cliffhanger ending. I’ll inform you guys about it. I wouldn’t put that in my channel but you can follow me on Twitter @tenebraeriku for anything. I also have an upcoming giveaway raffle if I reached 300k followers. The prize would be a Platinum Edition of Verum Rex. Me and Vani will be signing the CD case itself so goodluck. Mechanics will be posted soon.” Riku gazed at his wall clock, it was almost dinner time and he hadn’t cooked anything yet. Hovering his character, Riku moved his game persona towards the nearest save point, calling it a night and rest. He also assumed that Vanitas is almost done with his cram school. Riku had no idea what he was studying but he supported Vanitas in whatever plans he does.

Saying goodbye to his followers, Riku shut down his desktop, camera and PS4. Stretching his arms, the silver-haired walked towards the kitchen to make dinner. Vanitas would likely want something that will make him be awake since he streams at midnight.

“Fried rice and chicken curry then.” Riku says, gathering the ingredients needed in the fridge. All necessary ingredients gathered, the silver-haired started chopping everything.

A few minutes passed by, the entrance door flew open announcing Vanitas’ presence. “God, I’m beat. What’s for dinner, Mom?” Vanitas jokingly says flopping his body on the couch, face buried in the throw pillows. Riku laughed at the Mom joke saying that it was fried rice and curry. With a speed like lightning, Vanitas was already at the table, utensils in his hand waiting for Riku to put his food on the table. Clasping his hands likes a prayer, Vanitas uttered a Japanese word “itadakimasu” before digging into his food. Vanitas was a pureblood Japanese while Riku was half-Italian, the two of them just clicked when they were put together as roommates when they were still in college and now successful and professional adults, the two still share the same rent space as they did, saying that it was their memento to each other but they were still plan to find a penthouse that the two of them will share, hence their shared bank accounts.

“Speaking of events,” Says Vanitas stopping his eating. A sauce dripping in the corner of his mouth. “Reeks, do you have anything to wear for the upcoming gathering?” Shaking his head, still have no idea on what to wear. There was nothing fancy in his fashion wardrobe aside from the suit and tie he wore on graduation and it was the remembered that fit the fancy category.

It was so outdated, Riku would never wear the same clothes for a gathering full of rich people. “No.” He replied, digging on his own plate of food. Confessing that he needs to buy clothes for the event. His raven roommate propositioned that to come with with him to go shopping along with Vanitas’s “Venty Wenty”.

“Ah. The mysterious boyfriend I presume?” said Riku with one eyebrow raised. Vanitas pointed the stabbed chicken skin in the fork at Riku, defending the accusation. “He’s real alright. The idiot’s already pestering me to meet you. God,” remembering the way Ventus (‘that was his full, I just gave him a dumb nickname which in turn he actually liked it and the name got stuck’ the raven explained) had asked him so many times about Riku and when will he met him. “I’m his boyfriend and he’s more interested in meeting you. Talk about a stab in heart.” Riku laughed assuring him that there was no way he will take Venty Wenty away from him.

“But if he is, what you call, adorable, then I can’t promise anything.” jokingly retorted and the raven scowled. The raven gasped saying “Bitch, that idiot is mine.” to Riku but knew that it was only a joke. After dinner, Vanitas offered to wash the dishes ushering to go to sleep already. It was almost time for the raven to do his livestream gameplays and his followers requested NieR: Automata. Riku hadn’t played the game but will definitely add into his list to play/stream.

The giveaway!

“Oh.” Riku exclaimed, he told Vanitas that he was going to give away about the signed copy of the platinum copy of Verum Rex. Vanitas nodded. “Just give it to me a week before prior.” and Riku went towards his room. Scratching the back of his head, the silver-haired yawned, he grabbed first his phone to check onto his twitter page and turns out the followers he’d received just went tripled!

From five hundred followers to four thousands making him smile. “Seriously, these fans.” Riku then messaged Axel, the company’s Marketing head.

Friday morning came and Riku got up. Preparing for his daily routine: wash up, bathe, do a run around the neighborhood, make breakfast and stream. Since it was the day of the gathering Riku announced to all his social media accounts that he could not go online and stream games. Leaving his room, he heard noises coming from Vanitas room, probably still streaming.

Creeping up inside, his raven roommate was in his pjs, D.Va headset and controller on hand. His room was almost as neat as Riku’s but more chaotic when it comes to designs: there were a lot of rock band posters pin up in his wall, a glass case full of saberfaces servants figurines from that series called Fate, his video-game console cabinet was also present on the view, there was also a corkboard beside his bed where a photo of two children with different hair color. He couldn’t make out due to its small size. On view, Vanitas looked up to Riku and nodded focusing on his game. Riku crossed his arms waiting for the raven to scold him to leave his room. “‘Vani, any thoughts if you’re going to put a tattoo on your shoulder blades like Eve does in NieR:Automata?’ Yeah no. I do think the tatts are rad but that is not my style, either I’ll choose something more tribal-ish or vintage.”

A chat question?, he presume. Riku mimed about the clothes shopping and Vanitas nodded. “Alright, this concludes today’s stream because,” ushering his silver-haired friend to come closer towards the camera. Riku obliged and could see his and Vanitas face on the monitor. The chat started going wild again. “Me and Reeks have a date with the mall for buying fancy clothes. Say hi to my followers Reeks,”

Annoyed, Riku decided to humour Vanitas and did what was told. “Yeah, so hello and good morning everyone. Sorry I had to take Vani away from you guys. We actually going to have a date.” and kissed the cheeks of Vanitas. The chatbox, went wild. Again. “Gross! Do not do fanservice stuff outside the porn discord channel”

3m0_k1d: wat?!

roxie31: reeeeeeeeeeeee

internal screaming

HokageSasukinks: Σ(||ﾟДﾟ)ﾋｨｨｨｨ

g a y

Korabendings: dude

//drips holy water to screen and eyes

awsawadsd: jwbsohjdhskndooh

sum1 hold me

VANREEKSIZHREAL: I SHIP!!!

VANREEKS IS CANON YOU ASS

GamingGeekarooo: jesus my eyes.

Stop this im gonna unsubscribe you if you do that

VANREEKSIZHREAL: OMG YOU SAID NO FANSERVICE OUTSIDE OF THE DISCORD CHANNEL.

MAY I KNOW THE LINK?

“You are so so so dead, Tenebrae.” Vanitas says with death reflecting in his golden orbs. His silver-haired friend just grinned, amused at whatever he did that triggered Vanitas to show his other side.

“Bring it on, Vani.”

Vanitas was the first one who spotted place where they would meet Ventus. Riku just shrugged following him towards the center when a loud “Vaniiii!!!” screeched and looked for the owner of the voice. Vanitas wasn’t kidding about Ventus being adorable. The person in questioned had a very brunette-blonde hair with spikes with spikes much more ridiculous to Vanitas, he wore faded green tank top combined with a dirty-white trench coat, ripped jeans and black converse. The only accessory he had was a heart-shaped with four points on the lower part in his left ear.

Vanitas waved his hand as the boyfriend wrapped his hands on Vanitas’s waist and kissed his cheek. Riku’s inner thoughts were already laughing or maybe screaming for how cheesy the two were. The brunette boyfriend apologized for being late (not really but Vanitas likes to make Ventus feel bad about himself) saying that there was an old lady that needed help into getting to the bus station when she was carrying a large paper bag full of groceries.

The raven just rolled his eyes. “You never do say no to a help, aren’t you?” Ventus laughed saying it was in his nature to help those in need. Ventus just realized Riku’s presence. “Oh! Sorry for leaving you out. I presume your Riku Tenebrae?”

Riku nodded. “And you must the famous Ventus Wayward aka ‘Venty Wenty’.” At the pronounced of the nickname, Ventus face reddened covering his face with his hands. Too cute. Embarrassed that Vanitas told him about the nickname. Vanitas raised his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. We don’t keep secrets from each other tho.” He put his hand on Ventus bottom lip, pleasing and cooing him the brunette that he shouldn’t make it a big deal.

Seeing the two of them being lovey-dovey was too much annoying the hell out of Riku. “Hey, if you two lovebirds done with your public display of affection. Can we go to the actual task at hand? You know, shopping? For clothes?”

Guilty at hand, Ventus apologized nudging his boyfriend to do the same thing. “Sorry for having a lovelife, Reeks. Never knew you were such a jealous type.”

“For once, Vanitas. Just shut up.”

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fandomscooter · 7 years ago

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Male companions reacting-

Sole has been using a mask since she met the guys. She refuse over and over again to take it off, always making an excuse. Until one day, while resting from a travel, the guys finally catch a glimpse of Sole’s face, not satisfied with what they were looking.

Danse: Sole was resting her head against a huge rock, closing her eyes knowing the Paladin was far enough to let her have some privacy. Danse, being himself, couldn’t resist his curiosity and getting off the power armor, he sneak and saw Sole’s face.

To be honest with himself, he did really expected Sole to be beautiful. Being freezed for 200 years and pre-war, she was anything but pretty. Heading back to where the camp-fire was, Danse couldn’t denied that he felt disappointed.

She was a good soldier, she have good morals and it’s an example as a person. The guy stopped those confused feelings and he focused in the soldier she was. Not giving attention to her face but her attitude.

Deacon: He and sole were resting from a long walk since they left the Railroad, the heat was upon them and much more with Sole wearing dark clothes and a gas mask.

“Aren’t you hot?” He asked pointing at her mask while sweating and trying to make air with his hands.

“No, i-i’m good” Sole said taking off just the hoodie. It was an awful day, the sun wasn’t having any mercy.

They kept walking until sole pleaded to stop to catch a breath.

“I’m going to remove my mask, don’t you dare to turn around” Sole said with a stern voice.

“C'mon girl, you can’t be that ugly” laughing, Deacon was trying to cheer her up. She was always this serious with her mask.

Turning just a bit around, through his shades he saw her.

It wasn’t what he was expecting. She wasn’t attractive, not in a bit.

Swallowing, he faked that he didn’t saw anything but Sole knows better. She just sighed and putted her mask on again.

Hancock: Sole and him just finished cleaning a Feral Ghoul nest close to Goodneighbor, tired, he invited her some beers at the Third Rail.

Once they were there, he started drinking but Sole didn’t. She refused to take her mask off.

“C'mon sole, you ain’t going to let you pal down, right?”

“No it’s no Hancock”

“Ok, i have a fair treat. You show me what’s down that dusty gas mask, and i show you a secret too. We have a deal?”

“You’re not going to like what you’ll see”

“Nothing can beat this ugly mug, doll”

Reluctantly, Sole accepted. With shaking hands, she started to remove her mask slowly. Hancock was really eager to see that he didn’t blinked.

When the mask was finally off, he had to swallow. Sole’s voice definitely didn’t matched her face. Her voice was soft, and clear. Her face… well.

Without saying anything, she put back on her mask.

“Told you so. Now it’s your turn” crosssing arms, she looked at him waiting.

“Uh… oh..” He didn’t knew what to say.

“Ugh, neverming Hancock. Goodbye” Standing up from the chair, she left leaving him alone in his thoughts.

And he was there, believing nothing could beat his ugly mug but here they are.

Preston: Helping settlements was becoming a day to day thing. Those raiders were having no mercy about those poor defendless settlers.

During a fight, Sole got hit by a raider with a machete. Fortunely, her mask protected her but it got torn apart.

Once they ended the raider’s pack, Sole was really angry. Taking off what was left of her mask, she throw it away showing her face.

She wasn’t aware of what she just did, and Preston saw that.

He finally was able to see his General, the face of the Minuteman.

And he was in fact surprised.

Sole noticed him and covering her face, she yelled orders at Preston and others minuteman to keep them busy.

“Keep searching those bodies!” Her arm was covering half of her face.

Preston saw her eyes, the way they moved to see the corpses. She wasn’t happy about her face. And now he understand why she keep it as a secret.

Nick Valentine: Tired of looking for the mysterious man, He and Sole rested in his office.

Nick dismissed Ellie and told her to go home.

While he prepared coffee, Sole took her mask off and left it on his desk.

“Oh, you want coffee that bad, aye?” Nick took a mug and pour the hot liquid in it.

“You know me Nicky, i can’t exactly deny your awesome offer for some free coffee” Sole smiled and he sighed.

He has seen her without that gas mask other times before. But he remembers it like if it was yesterday. After a long talk about his ugly features, Sole gave a chuckle and showed for the first time in months a truly and sincere laugh. If he would have had a real heart, it would be beating so hard she’d probably hear it.

“I know you’re a great friend because you lie to make me feel better. That’s why i like you” She said sipping the coffee from the mug.

Nick looked heartbreaked at her. Taking away his hat, he tossed it to the side. This surprised Sole, she hasn’t seen in him this stern look.

He grabbed her by her arms to make her look at him.

“Sole! Listen well because i will just say this once!”

She swallow and remain silent.

“I’m tired of hearing how you despise yourself. You may not be pretty but what it matters it’s the inside! Your feelings and nothing else. Just look at me, why would someone like you, so nice, fall for this old ugly synth? The first time you told me, i couldn’t believe my ears but you were serious. You keep repeting how much you love me, you accepted me for who i am and not my face. So, stop doing this to you!”

“Nick, I…”

“No Sole, just stop. You are not the only one suffering! I’m disgusting”

“You’re not”

“Yes I am. I can’t stand seeing you crying at midnight because of your face. If you fell for me, why do you think that nobody will fall in love with you?”

“Because i’m not you Nick! Maybe not now but before, hell, before your skin began to fall, you were handsome as fuck. You haven’t changed, yes, you’re not the original Nick Valentine but you are a good person. I AM NOT A GOOD PERSON. I’m horrible both outside and inside! Please, let me be miserable on my own” Sole pushed Nick away and taking her mask, she stormed out of the detective office without saying another word.

Nick couldn’t believe his ears. No, he couldn’t believe how anyone could hate themselves so much.

if he were capable of crying, he would.

X6-88: He didn’t really give two fucks about Sole looks. As long as she remains the future of the institute, Sole can look the hell she wants.

Mccready: Sole hired him 2 months ago in the Third Rail. At first he was hesitating because of her mask, but now in the road, he can tell Sole was serious about needing his help fingind her son Shaun. And he can respect that.

One night, Sole went to sleep while he was doing night watch. Listening to the music in the radio of sole’s pip-boy, an idea crossed his mind.

He was eager to see Sole’s face. It wasn’t a big deal, it’s just a face. As long as she is not a ghoul, everything would be ok. Right?

The mercenary took Sole’s mask off. Grinning, Mccready saw the asleep face of his boss.

She didn’t looked pretty sleeping but hey, who actually do?

That’s when to his surprise, Sole suddenly woke up.

“Mccready? What? What time is it?” She asked still sleepy. Not noticing her mask was gone, Sole yawned and rubbing her eyes she drinked purified water.

“Is it dawn already?” Now she was completely awake.

Mccready didn’t know what to do. He was in big problems. But at least he has finally seen his boss’s eyes.

Her eyes were so precious, but the rest of her face… well.

“Is that my…” realizing what was happening, Sole covered her face with her hoodie.

“Are you insane!? You! Dishonor! Give back my mask Robert Joseph Mccready!” Sole was really angry and he noticed by her voice.

“Wait, how did you know my full name! I did never told you that!”

“You talk in your sleep”

“Liar”

“Give it back, now!”

“…Fine, your majesty”

Tossing Sole’s mask, Mccready took his gun and left.

“Where are you going!?”

“Now i know i can’t trust you! Back in Little Lamplight we have this saying: Ugly people can not be good”

Sole stopped in her tracks. That was really a low blow.

Strong: he gives a fuck. If sole fights well, she can be ugly as his ass.

Codsworth: well, the sweet robot knew already how Sole looked pre-war. But he will never be so happy to see his mum back to him. All that matters to him is her feelings.

Ans also, he can’t stand seeing his master despising herself. So, he tries his best to make her feel loved and appreciated.

Gage: When Sole showed him her face, he wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t attractive either, but surely to him, Sole was prettier than other girls in Nuka-world.

Of course he never told this at Sole just to not raise her Ego but heck, Gage wanted so damn to tell her how he was attracted to Sole tough personality. She was anything but ugly to his eyes.

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FIRST TIME writing Male companion reactions! I’m ugly so i related to this. Want more? Go ask me! It’s free :))!

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200 followers - Spider-Man

Word count: 1695

A/N: To celebrate hitting 200 followers, i stayed up kinda late, writing this! It’s really bad, but i really wanted to get something out tonight! Hopefully i can make it up to you in the weekend, but so far this is better than nothing. But again, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

It was just a normal Friday morning, but you could hardly get out of bed. Last night you had been so busy with your writing, that you completely forgot the time. You managed to get your story posted, and you had thought about going to bed, but then you started texting some of your friends overseas. To say the least, you didn’t get enough sleep, maybe about 5 hours.

You looked at your phone, to hit the snooze button, and as soon as the alarm was gone from the screen, you could see all the notifications from the night. Your Tumblr had completely blown up overnight. You suddenly felt much more awake, and you quickly checked the app, to see that you now had over 200 followers.

You couldn’t help but smile. 200 people! 200 people liked your writing! You didn’t even wait for the next alarm to go off, because right now you were more than awake. You simply could not wipe the smile of your face. You went through your daily morning routine, and for the first time every you were actually in good time. You didn’t see much of your parents that morning, but you never did in the morning.

As you walked into the school, you realized you were still in good time. This was new for you, since you almost always were late. You couldn’t help it, your bed was just too comfortable! As you walked towards your locker, your eyes spotted Ned and Peter. As you neared them, you saw their confused eyes.

“You’re early. And in a good mood” Ned said suspiciously. “Either you killed someone, or you didn’t go to bed yet” He continued, and you glared at him jokingly. “I’m just in a good mood, that’s all!” You smiled. Part of you wanted to tell them, because you were really excited about reaching 200 followers, but you also liked having the secret. You felt like you were living a secret life on Tumblr. Well that, and you had an idea that they wouldn’t exactly understand why you were spending your time writing about Spider-Man.

“Are you planning on killing someone? Because I’ve never seen you smile before noon. Well once, but you were eating. You’re not eating, it’s not even 8 yet, you have math now, a subject you hate. There’s something really strange going on, if you’re smiling before a math class” Peter continued, and you sighed.

“If you guys keep going like this, I might end up killing someone” The bell went off before they had a chance to answer, and you went into the class you hated, math.

***

“Y/n, spill it. Why are you so happy? Did you finally meet Spider-Man?” Michelle asked after math. She had noticed too. Michelle was one of your old friends. She was the reason you had transferred to Midtown a couple of years ago. You had known her for as long as you could remember.

“You know that tumblr blog I made a little while ago?” You asked her shyly. You were always shy when it came to these things. “Oh, the one you’ve been so busy for, that you haven’t done your math homework in the last few weeks? I remember” She smiled at you, rolling her eyes.

“Well. This morning, I kinda reached 200 followers” You said proudly as you neared the table, where the boys were already sitting. “Damn girl. You’re about to become a real author!” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at her.

“You told Michelle? Why can Michelle know, when we can’t? That’s not fair! I want to know too!” Peter whined, and you laughed. “She had a blog where she writes stories, and she just got 200 followers” Michelle spilled, and playfully hit her. She wasn’t supposed to tell them that. You didn’t mind them knowing that part of it, but knowing Ned and especially Peter, you know that they would want to read it, and you were definitely not ready for that.

“That’s a lot!” Ned exclaimed. “Can I read it?” Peter quickly asked. “No! You can’t” You answered. “So, you post it online, but me. Your friend, can’t read it?” He challenged.

“I sent you guys a link to her blog. Sorry y/n, but it’s actually really good! I don’t get why you’re so shy about it” Michelle interrupted before you could answer Peter. You wanted to hide, this was so embarrassing.

“You write about Spider-Man?” Peter asked with a smirk on his face. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “y-yeah. Why not write about a hero, when we actually got one?” You stuttered, and you bit your lip nervously.

“These are love stories! Dude! You totally got a crush on him!” Ned said, a little too loud for your liking. “No I don’t! I just. No. No… He’s just interesting, that’s all. There’s nothing else to write about” You looked down, trying to hide your red cheeks.

“Peter know Spider-Man!” Ned continued, making you look up at Peter. “Though the Stark internship!” Peter hurried to say.

“Don’t you dare show him this! I warn you Peter, I will kill you!” Your eyes were wide, but you were still half-heartedly joking. “Maybe he’ll find it by himself. I can’t promise he don’t know about this” Peter tried to send you a smirk, but he ended up blushing a bit too.

***

“Have you even looked into law school?” Your mom asked with a raised voice. You had vaguely mentioned something about wanted to be a writer, and both of your parents had gotten a bit mad. It was always like this. They said they would support you, no matter what, but they really just wanted you to go to law school, and then work for your father.

“Yes, and I don’t want that! You want that! That’s your dream, but this is my life! Shouldn’t I be the one choosing?!” You asked frustrated. You just wanted someone to actually support you in your dreams. Every time you hoped your parents would finally do it, but every time it ended in a fight.

“Not when we’re paying! I just don’t believe you would be able to get by being an author. If you become a lawyer, you’ll be sure of having a job!” It was always the same argument. The same reason to go to law school.

“But I want to be happy! I’m not going to be happy working in law!” This was always your response. This whole argument was getting kind of old to you. “You won’t know that, till you try! Why can’t you just give it a chance?!”

“Because I want to give writing a chance! Why can’t you let me do that?!” You were now yelling. This had destroyed your day completely. “Because you need to stop dreaming, and get realistic! You need to grow up, and take responsibility for your life!” Your mother slammed her hand against the table, and you knew you were both too angry to even speak for the rest of the night.

“Just forget it!” You yelled, as you walked towards your bedroom, and slammed the door. You took your sketch book and your pencil case, and climbed out the window, onto the fire escape. You leaned your back against the cold wall, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“You okay, there?” You heard a voice say next to you, and you let a little shriek as you looked to your left, to see the one and only Spider-Man. “I-i-i-i. eh. I-I’m fine” You stuttered, still not understanding that he was next to you.

“You don’t sound okay. I can take care of emotional problems too, you know? So what’s the matter?” He asked, as he sat down next to you, almost touching you.

“I. Well. I” You took a deep breath, and tried to calm down a little. “My parents want me to law school, and I don’t want to. I want to be a writer, but my mother don’t believe I can make it” You confessed, looking away from him. You felt foolish, he had better things to do, than listen to you.

“Of course you can! You’re good! I think you can do it!” You looked up at him in horror. Did he know? How could he possibly know who you were? “Yes, I know about you’re tumblr, and I’m really flattered. Especially the, what did you call it, smut?” You could feel you cheeks turning red. This was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in your life.

“I’m going to kill Peter” You mumbled. You didn’t have time to react, before you felt your hands stick against the wall. You looked at the spandex wearing superhero, who were now in front of you.

“I can’t let you kill anyone” He said, as he slowly pulled his masked up slightly, reviling his mouth. “besides. There’s something else I really wanted to do. It’s kinda the reason I’m here” He said, as he slowly moved his head closer to yours. He lifted the mask completely off, and you stared right into the familiar brown eyes. “If it’s okay with you?” He spoke slowly, as you felt his breath on your skin.

You gave a little nod, before he put his lips on yours. You were hit by shock, and took some time to respond the kiss, but when you finally did, you could feel Peter smile. As he pulled away, the smile was still on your lips.

“I. How? You, Spider-Man? What?” You couldn’t form a complete sentence, and you felt more confused than ever. You had just kissed Spider-Man. The Spider-Man. Your secret crush, who somehow turned out to already be your friend, and who have read the stuff you wrote about him? You could might as well just jump of the fire escape right now, because thing’s couldn’t possibly get any more awkward.

“It’s a long story. And being honest, I kind of enjoyed us not talking” He smiled, as he moved closer to you once more, and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks once again.

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