#gonna be honest this wasn't supposed to take a month to come out

[bambiraptorx]

New chapter of Get Babied, Idiots! is up! Time for the aftermath of a spell gone wrong.

[lalacliffthorne]

modern!batboys as (your) roommates - headcanons.

because let's be honest, we have all thought about that at some point.🦇

(this is the introduction of my new drabble universe!!! I can´t tell you how fucking excited I am.)

it would be wrong to say that your life was boring before you met the three idiots you now call your roommates

sure, it wasn't as exciting

but you had your tiny little apartment, went out with friends once in a while and mostly enjoyed having your own space and routines

but then

shit hits the fan

and by shit I mean your landlord

because of a loophole in the rental agreement, he's able to kick you out of your apartment with only a months notice

in other words

you're fucked

or, as your best friend Feyre, who you met the first week of orientation and became inseperable with, says -

"That bastard." Feyre's eyes are stormy.

"What the hell am I gonna to do?" You bury your face in your hands, your voice muffled when you mumble: "How am I supposed to find a new apartment in a few weeks? For this one, I looked over a year, and it's a glorified shoebox!" Your voice rises as you feel a wave of dread crash over you and your heart rising into your throat.

"Hey, it's okay. If worst comes to worst, you can crash at my place,", Feyre raises her brows, "even though we'd have to share my bed, but - I won't just let you sleep on a park bench if that's what you're worried about. Unless you find another glorified shoebox that's technically out of your budget, it's you and me, crashing on my bed, climbing over your stuff to get to the bathroom, finding out what married life would feel like."

even though you love her to death, that really does not sound like an option you want to explore

so you try everything

scouring every paper for apartment advertisments, posting on your uni's socials, going to all the viewings you can find -

nothing

but just when you're ready to just give up

a miracle happens

the miracle is 5'5, has impeccable style and hair, a love for deep red lipstick and drops by for lunch

Mor has been your friend for two years now, since you almost spilled your coffee over her laptop at the library

(she's still not letting you live that down)

she also likes to get you out of your comfort zone

"Are you serious?" Mor stares at you wide-eyed.

"Yep." You tiredly stir your coffee. "I've been turned away for twenty apartments in the past few days alone. I'm aready seeing myself bunking with Feyre. She offered, but her bed barely fits into her apartment as it is."

Mor breathes a giggle before hastily clearing her throat. "Sorry."

You grin weakly before rubbing your face. "I don't know what I'm gonna do. I know it could be even worse, but -"

"It already feels pretty shitty,", Mor ends. You sigh in confirmation and are about to change the topic, because you haven't seen the blonde in weeks and feel bad about ruining your lunch. But before you can open your mouth, Mor suddenly squints in thought. Then she looks at you.

"How much do you value your privacy?

Given the fact you'll be basically homeless on the street in about a week if you don't find a new place - not much.

Mor begins to grin, and there's a bright twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, then I might just have the solution."

the next day, Mor drags you downtown

she takes you to an old but sophisticated building you wouldn't even dream about living in

a single month's rent there would probably empty your whole bank account

but Mor just winks and pulls you up the stairs

on the third floor, a guy leans in an open door

and that

is how you meet Rhys.

Mor's cousin is annoyingly beautiful

tall, with perfectly tousled dark hair, a perfect grin that causes his cheeks to crease and, from the looks of it, the also perfect physique

he's also annoyingly charming

if you'd met him somewhere without Mor, you would have probably gaped for a moment before catching onto the mischievous twinkle in his nearly violet eyes and promptly avoided him, because someone that pretty had to have some fault

as it turns out, Rhys' fault is offering practical strangers to live with him without even batting an eye

"What?"

You blink at Mor from where you just sank onto one of the two very comfortable couches, because she can't possibly -

"Okay, before you freak out, just listen, okay?" Mor is grinning giddily. "The guys have a free room they don't really use anyway and you really need a new place - so you could just move in here!" She beams. "The place is definitely big enough, and you'd fit in perfectly, I promise! They're just as chaotic as you, but also very responsible -"

"Mostly." Rhys' eyes are twinkling. He's looking completely and slightly concerningly unbothered by the prospect of you, a factual stranger, moving in with him and his friends.

"- they don't have any bad habits, they're fairly neat -"

"Mostly."

Mor widens her eyes at you. "It's perfect!"

You blink at her.

"I've already talked to my roommates." Rhys' deep voice is almost soothing - mostly because he sounds a lot calmer than Mor, steady and reassuring.

"If you want, this can be temporary, until you find a place just for yourself, but this way you don't have to stress about needing to find a place in a certain time, plus,", he cracks a grin, "I don't like the idea of you having to crash on somebody's couch in the foreseeable future, that's just bullshit if we got a free room here no one uses anway. And if this works,", one corner of his lips quirks even more until his grin is a lot closer to the wicked twinkle in his eyes, "none of us would mind another roommate."

"You don't have to decide right now." Mor smiles brightly. "But I think it would be great, and you'd make a bargain with the rent, because Rhys loves to play sugar daddy -", her cousin flips her off, "and I think this would be a really good idea." She grins, suddenly a little sheepish.

if you weren't so desperate, you would whip out about a dozen arguments about why this probably isn't a good idea

like the fact that rooming with three dudes sounds like a lot of testosteron, or that you don't even know them, and that they don't even know you -

but from the way Rhys lounges in his chair, smirking easily while Mor beams at you, he doesn't seem to see too much of a problem in that

also you are very, very desperate

but there's still that one thing -

"About those roommates -"

When you hear the door, you raise your head, your heart doing a slightly concerning flip in your chest.

It's a day later, and you just finished the tour of the apartment Rhys has given you. Even though it's huge and very grand with it's high ceilings decorated with stucco and the original hardwood floors, it feels warm and cozy. The room you'd be sleeping in is as big as your whole current apartment, light with two big window and a view of the trees on the street outside.

It kind of makes you wonder where the catch is.

Maybe it's about to walk through the door.

You hear a deep voice and heavy footsteps, then a dude appears in the door to the kitchen.

Your heart does a somersault, and you feel your lips part a bit. Because frankly, it's a miracle he makes it through the door without hitting his head.

The guy's huge. His shoulders and chest strain against his t-shirt; he looks like one of those dudes who basically have muscle in their DNA, all corded muscle under ridiculously wide shoulders and a solid middle, muscular long legs under black jeans -

And you're staring.

Big time.

The dude's looking over his shoulder, which means he thankfully doesn't notice you oggling him. The half of his hair that isn't pulled back in a bun brushes against his neck when he grins, his cheeks creasing. He's really good looking, in a rugged kinda way, with his roughly curved jaw and the scar on the side of his face, and when he looks back ahead, his eyes twinkle warmly.

Then, behind him, another guy appears in the doorway, and your breath catches.

Because if Rhys is annoyingly beautiful, the guy in the door is drop-dead gorgeous.

Just like the other two, he's tall and all lean muscle. His shoulders shift under his black t-shirt as he leans against the doorframe, his hands sliding into the pockets of his black jeans. His eyes look like amber in sunlight, his dark hair is tousled, a strand curving over his forehead. His face is all angles and soft lips, with dark brows that look like he likes to crunch them in a scowl, but right now, he looks fairly relaxed, though his gaze is watchful.

And on yours.

Feeling warmth wash into your cheeks, you hastily look away while crap, crap, crap echoes through your head, because of course he caught you staring.

On to a really great start here.

Your gaze grazes his hands and the bit of uneven skin that merges into veiny, tan forearms before your eyes trail over the tattoos scattered over them, some peaking out from his sleeves.

There's the sound of someone clearing their throat, and you feel the heat in your cheeks deepen when your eyes dart up and meet Rhys', a twinkle in his iris when he sends you a lazy grin.

"Boys, this is Y/N." He raises a brow. "Our new roommate."

and that is how you meet Cassian and Azriel

it almost makes you reconsider

because you're really not sure you're gonna survive rooming with three guys that pretty

but after thinking it over for a couple of days, you realize that you really don't have a choice

and so a week later, Rhys and Cassian come over to your apartment to help you move the first half of your stuff

neither blink an eye at the fact it's about the size of a broom closet in comparison to their home

Rhys does however scowl when he sees the condition of the bathroom

you're ready to sink into the floor when you hastily explain pretty much all the apartments in the building look like that

(a lil dingy and moldy)

but when he turns, Rhys just glowers and grumbles under his breath about how he'd like to rip your landlord a new one

it's the first time you realize that under all the aloofness and swagger and cheeky grins, Rhys cares

it's proven again when you move into your new room a week later and there's a new mattress on the also new bed

you haven't bought either of them, but when you try to protest, Rhys just huffs about your back probably being fucked up because of your old one and about how he'll add it to your rent

he never does

you get used to rooming with three guys surprisingly quickly

sure, it is pretty much a total 180 -

going from living alone in a tiny apartment

to sharing a huge flat with three dudes who make the place vibrate with laughter and bicker like they have been married for thirty years

but even tho you never thought you'd be the type to actually enjoy having roommates

you find that with them - you don't really mind

of course it is nice to have the place to yourself sometimes

and after about two weeks, you're comfortable enough to blast your music and dance through the kitchen when you're alone

(yes, at some point, they catch you - it takes you about a minute to realize there are three guys standing in the doorway, watching you dance with a broom. you get a mild heart attack and Cassian and Rhys start cackling while Azriel smirks)

but even if usually there's always someone around -

you find that all three of them are very good at both respecting your boundaries and leaving you be when you need to curl up in your room

but also seem to know when you need someone to drag your ass out into the world

and something about knowing at least one of them will probably be there when you get home makes you feel very warm and fuzzy

and even tho you weren't completely sure about this situation in the beginning

you get roped into living with the three guys instead of just rooming with them pretty easily

it really starts with Cassian

probably gets used to you living there the quickest

after barely a week, he's treating you like you've lived with them since the beginning

like just sticking his head into your room and making you help him with dinner

it surprises you a little that they all have dinner together

from what you've heard from friends who have roommates, they usually all do their own thing most of the time

but it makes you realise that these guys are more family than just roommates

Cassian is surprisingly easy to talk to

he's quick with the quips and the banter

also very flirtatious

constantly makes you laugh, his deep, boisterous chuckles infectous

also super affectionate

you're convinced the man is actually just a huge teddybear

after just a few weeks, you're used to hugs that lift you off your feet

cheek kisses as greetings

and being casually lifted out of the way like you don't weigh anything

not that you're the only one who gets that treatment

no, there are hugs in greeting that make Rhys groan dramatically like his air supply is cut off

and pats on the shoulder and smacking forehead kisses that make Azriel crinkle his nose

Cassian quickly becomes the one you go to when you need advice

he always listens attentively

doesn't sugarcoat things

stays objective while never making you feel bad or less about anything

and it quickly becomes pretty clear he'd put everything aside if any of you ever need help

gives you rides in his beat up truck to uni

and always picks you up when studying at the library gets late bc he doesn't like the idea of you out alone after dark

with Cass, even mundane things like grocery shopping become fun

he's just casually funny and teases the shit out of you at every opportunity

has no understanding of the concept of personal space

and with most people, that would kinda put you off a little in the beginning

but Cassian just has something about him

something so inheritly good and warm and sunny

that he never once makes you feel uncomfortable

if anything, with him around, you feel a lot more at ease

and not just bc it's always nice to have a guy in your back that towers over you like a lighthouse

though the whole massive, tatted dude with the dark eyes thing kinda goes out of the window as soon as he grins at you

dimples and all

but still, don't be fooled

when the grin's gone and he's glaring, you know why people make way for him immediately

he works at a gym to earn some money at the side

once, he takes you with him just for fun

then that one time becomes another and before you know it, you tag along twice a week

and it would be wrong to say it's not doing something to you when he crouches in front of or behind you, his deep voice rumbling as he mumbles encouragements

"Alright, come on, sweetheart, gimme one more."

Trying not to make a very embarassing groaning sound, you crunch your face in concentration and slowly lower yourself into a squat, your muscles trembling slightly.

"There you go, that's it." You can feel Cassian in your back, spotting you, his deep voice rumbling through you, and it's just almost distracing enough for you to -

"No, no, come on, you can do it." Cassian's deep chuckle sets you at ease, and he lightly pats the side of your thigh. "You got this, c'mon."

With a soft groan, you push yourself up again, and you can hear the triumph and wide grin in Cassian's voice when he goes: "Yeeessss, good job, baby. C'mon, you can do one more."

Blowing out a heavy breath and glaring at nothing in particular, you ready yourself.

when one day, he makes you lose focus, you're gonna throw something at him

you're pretty sure he does it on purpose just to see how red you can get

but Cass is really good at pushing you without overdoing it, always teasing and encouraging

and if you manage to do something, in the gym or otherwise, he grins so widely you're almost sure he's more proud of you than you are yourself

Rhys is a flirt.

and after you get over the first initial blush that just won't leave you alone for the first few weeks

it actually becomes entertaining

now bantering back and forth is basically all you do

it gets so bad, Azriel constantly rolls his eyes at the two you

but just like you suspected, behind all the flirtiness and mischievous grins

Rhys cares

a lot

whenever you're upset, he looks like he's contemplating ripping apart whatever or whoever made you upset

and whenever someone has a go at Cass or Azriel, Rhys picks them apart with lethal precision and a wicked smile

if Cassian is most affectionate, Rhys is close second

he's slightly more casual about it

pinching your nose, flicking your ear softly, offering his cheek for a kiss in greeting

always down for amazing hugs tho

whenever you get on your period, Rhys turns full mother hen

it's actually quite entertaining to see a 6-foot-something dude grumble because you don't want to take painkillers

"I just don't like to take them until it's really necessary, okay?" You glower at Rhys, curling up on the couch and trying to suppress a wince.

Rhys incredulously narrows his eyes.

"You're bleeding from inner organs and look like you want to curl into the couch. I'd say it is pretty necessary."

behind all the snark and arrogance, Rhys cares

also seems to have a rather unhealthy tendency to put everyone else first

you catch on pretty easily that even though his father is absolutely loaded, Rhys doesn't particularly cares about his money

in fact

he doesn't hesitate to spend whatever money his father pumps into his bank accounts for a second

when you ask Mor about it, she just smiles lopsidedly.

"I think it's his kind of protest?" She squints into the sun shining onto the balcony of the flat, the big glass of iced tea in her hand glittering in the light. "You know, spending all that money, preferably on his friends? Mostly because I don't think his father really likes them."

You wince.

"He knows he can't win against his father." Mor crunches her brows in thought. "I think he came to terms with having to take over the business one day, and he cares about the people who have their jobs there, so he won't let them down. It's just hard sometimes, if your whole life is already planned out for you." She shrugs gently. "Doing this, living with Cassian and Azriel and now you, spending his fathers money on it and actually having a good time instead of just being bitter and stuck up - it's his way of not surrendering completely."

you have never met Rhys' father, but even tho he's powerful af

you really feel a strong desire to kick him in the balls

Rhys has a knack of knowing exactly when you need to talk and when you need to be distracted

it's not unusual that after a bad day, he just joins you on the couch, plopping down and pulling your feet onto his lap

it either leads to you venting and him listening

usually giving very appropriate responses of either huffs, scowls or downright glowering

or, if you don't want to talk

he either lets you use him as a human pillow, grumbling over your choice of movie while scratching your head

or he takes you out

to the cinema, a museum, the theater -

you're pretty sure you've grown a lot more cultured in a few months than the whole of your life before that

it never gets boring tho

the whole thing kinda annoys the crap out of you in the beginning bc he never lets you pay for anything

but you get better at finding ways to pay him back in other ways

like taking over making dinner on days when he's exhausted

coaxing rants out of him when his father gets to him

dragging him out on nightly walks through the city when he can't sleep

and after a while

you understand that it's just one of Rhys' love languages

and it is fun to spend his father's money ;)

especially when it means museum Saturdays with the two of you just sitting and staring at paintings

or going to the cinema and pigging out on popcorn and greasy stuff while whisper-hissing fun facts at each other

even takes you to stuff like wine tastings

Rhys is a foodie

likes super fancy pickles, trying food you can't even pronounce and splurging on dinner

and if he decides the two of you need to get out of the apartment

one way or another

it usually ends in a restaurant

always orders like half the menu

also cooks the best out of all of you

like I'm talking freaking perfection

whips up the fanciest, most delicious far-too-many-courses meal for holidays

and goes all in even if he just makes dinner

you often get lured into the kitchen by the delicious smells

usually ends up with you on the couch at the table while Rhys moves around the kitchen

talking about everything and nothing

(also not above slapping anyone's hand away if they try to sneak a taste)

Azriel is quiet

not shy; you catch onto that pretty quickly

he's too quick and easy on any dry remark in response to his friends' boisterous teasing for that

and his gaze too firm and piercing

rarely shies away when you catch his gaze

in the beginning

that intimidated the shit out of you

the way he appears without a sound, towering over you, all dark and quiet and brooding

it's like he perfected the art of going unnoticed

tho you're not quite sure how

bc how could anyone not notice him?

after a while tho

you realise that even tho Azriel is dark and glowering and brooding

there's something gentle about him

it surfaces in the smallest things

like how his lips curve the softest bit when you grin up at him

how light and careful his touch is

how he is always respectful, putting himself between you and the street, holding doors open without ever seeming to think twice about it

and how everything about him seems to darken when he witnesses anyone being treated poorly

but even if anger rages within him like a quickly rising tide, quiet and dangerous

you still always feel safe with him

maybe it's bc, even in those moments, you just know it will never be directed at you

and that even tho there's always that darkness within him, it's never something that feels unsettling or dangerous

and instead soft and welcoming

like something about him and that steady, dark gaze just calms you

maybe because he's so quiet, Azriel seems to see and hear everything

in record time, he begins to catch onto every little detail about you

mundane things

like how you like your favorite drink or what your favorite ice cream is

the only reason you know he notices is because he begins to hand you cups in the morning that are exactly right and the freezer starts to always hold a big container of your favorite ice cream

but also seems to know exactly what your tell is when you're nervous

uncomfortable

or tired

what makes you upset

happy

nervous

what causes you to giggle uncontrollably

and so on

it should probably unsettle you, how easily he sees through you

but it doesn't

sure, it's a bit weird at first

but you quickly realise it's strangely comforting - that someone pays enough attention to know even the smallest thing about you

Azriel is your favorite person to be around when you just need a break

it's like something about him is grounding, steady

like being around him makes your thoughts calm down

makes it easier for you to sort the chaos your mind sometimes becomes

you quickly realise that beneath all of the quiet watchfulness lies a wicked, dry sense of humor

his mumbled remarks make you snort laughter or beam widely up at him

always makes his lips curve

he reads a ton

when you first see his room, you almost gape

because the man has books

they fill the shelves

balance in towers on the floor

sit on the window sill and next to his bed

most of the books in the shelves in the living room are his as well

has a great dislike for movie adaptions

sits there with that scowl of his, glaring at you until it's over when you make him watch one

says it destroys the pictures in his head

(to be fair

you don't think he's entirely wrong about that)

always has a camera in reach

got a few, all older ones; no fancy digital ones, but all on film

just like he seems to catch onto everything

so does his camera

it's like the manifestation of his quiet perception of things

to fix things onto film

he captures everything

most of the time, you don't even notice

only sometimes you raise your head to find the camera in his hands, a slight curve to his lips

develops all pictures himself, in a dark room on campus students can book

spends hours in there, just working in silence

there's usually a lot of bugging involved before he shows the developed pictures to anyone

usually ends in all of you leaning over them eagerly, trying to figure out when he took them

Rhys standing in the kitchen, grinning over his shoulder like Cassian just made a bad joke

you and Feyre, laughing so hard you lean into each other

Mor, lying upside down on the couch while focusing on the cards in her hand while you're next to her, mid-motion, a focused expression on your face

Cassian napping on the couch, twisted in a very uncomfortable position to fit all six feet something of him onto the cushions

there seems to be an endless number, and they're all carefully stored away in his shelves

some, he refuses to show to anyone

it takes you so little time to feel at home in the huge flat, the prospect of looking for an apartment for yourself is off the table before you can actually start

and it doesn't take long until you're part of the routines like you'd been there since the beginning

Saturday and Sunday evenings are for movie nights

sometimes, Mor joins you

you sit with Azriel on the couch, sharing a big bowl of popcorn while staring at Rhys and Cassian argue about which Star Wars movie to start with

in the summer, you take trips to the lake for swimming and laying in the sun

have game nights

evenings sitting on the balcony, squinting into the setting sun

barbecues

and afternoons in the park, one joining in after the other

in winter, you go to the ice rink

bake together

and spend whole weekends on the couch, watching movies

you go to the gym with Cassian or accompany him on his runs

(well, he's running - you're on your bicycle, because there's no way you can keep up with that dude´s long legs)

or get dragged out onto hikes by Rhys

in the evenings, you usually all end up in the kitchen for dinner, banter thrown over the dinner table

Azriel and you mostly take care of the grocery shopping together

it usually entails you trying to reach something on a high shelf and Azriel huffing, moving to grab it without even having to stretch

sometimes Cassian joins in, and you both make it your mission to annoy Azriel until he cracks a grin

both Az and Rhys regularly give you rides on their motorcycles

while Cassian likes to stick to his old, beat up truck, Rhys has a car as well, but alternates between it and the motorcycle

more often than not, he uses it as opportunity to flirt

small cleaning duties in the apartment are rotated between the four of you

but big-once-a-month-deep-cleans are something you make a day of

blasting music, you divide the flat and get to work

(bathroom duty is rotated)

in the (very rare) case of an argument, it usually ends in one of you being mediator

which means after a cooling off period

the arguing parties are locked in the pantry until they've talked things out

works surprisingly well

sometimes, the boys bring someone home

it usually comes with a text

or the very oldschool sock on the door

tho you ban that one after Cassian forgets it

and you walk into the flat unsuspectingly only to be flashed

Cassian apologizes profoundly

after he's done laughing

there are also a few awkward encounters in the hall in the morning that leave you contemplating not running around in just big t-shirts

Feyre still gives you rides to campus and back

but sometimes, it's Azriel waiting in the parking lot instead, leaning against his motorcycle, two helmets next to him

it does not help with the way your heart seems to speed up whenever you find his amber eyes on you

but you're very adamant on pushing that away

it's probably not that serious anyway.

so

it would be wrong to say your life was boring before you met the three idiots you now call your roomates

but it sure as hell is a lot better now that you have

even if they do drive you a little nuts sometimes

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels

[podcastenthusiast]

"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.

"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.

"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."

"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"

"Jaskier."

"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"

"Just do it, Jaskier."

"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."

Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.

"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.

"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."

Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.

"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."

"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.

Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.

"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."

There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.

It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.

"He just— like as a test— what—?"

"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."

"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.

"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."

He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.

"Stop it," the witcher snaps.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.

All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.

It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.

"Geralt..."

"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."

"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."

The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.

There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.

"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.

"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.

"Hm."

The fire crackles.

Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."

"What? You're joking!"

"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."

"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"

"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."

"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"

"No."

"Forgive me, but that's adorable."

"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.

"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.

"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."

"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.

"Of course you did."

They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.

"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."

"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.

It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.

Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.

[amomentsescape]

Thank you for replying to my question! In that case could I request a Bruce Wayne imagine. One where the reader graduated college, bought a car & is now working a lot at her job. She’s been a bit stressed bec she hasn’t taken a break. Bruce surprises her at her job once her shift ends to take her on a date. & her coworkers & friends start teasing her. Basically Bruce wants her to destress and have fun. Then he expresses how proud he is of her. Just him being a supportive and loving boyfriend.

Also if you could throw in the reader’s friends asking if Bruce bought the car & if she’s gonna quit working bec he’s rich. But she says no to both bec she wants to make her own money & work hard. (Bruce ends up hearing this & it just confirms to him how she loves him for himself and not the money)

Sorry if it’s long lol!

More Than Riches

Gotham! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Even with Bruce as their partner, Reader still aims to do what they want with their life and love Bruce earnestly at the same time.

Warnings: Overall fluff with maybe one or two bad words

Word Count: 849

A/N: Thank you so much! Based on your request, I wrote it as more of a drabble since my version of an imagine usually only comes with about a paragraph of writing like this. But if you'd like a condensed version that's made into an imagine, let me know!

The past few months have become all blurred together in your mind. To be honest, you were certain that you've spent more time at work than you have at your own home.

Adulthood wasn't quite what you had expected it to be. Graduating college and jumping straight into the workforce seemed like everyone's ideal, but this meant that you hadn't gotten an opportunity to take a breather.

But you supposed this is what you signed up for. A car loan wasn't going to pay itself. But even then, there was something fulfilling about what you did. Being able to be independent on your own terms gave you a sense of security you never knew you desired.

With that being said, you still wished you had a little more time for yourself and your boyfriend.

The thought of him almost made you a little emotional. You two haven't had much quality time together recently and yet, Bruce had been nothing but supportive towards your ambitions.

He told you time and time again that if you ever needed help with anything, all you had to do was ask. It truly felt nice to have someone on your team for a change.

You looked up at the time and realized that your shift was finally over.

You sighed and wandered back to clock out and grab your things when you heard hushed whispers and giggles.

Your coworkers were all huddled together, talking to each other like they were sharing a secret.

"I can't believe- oh! (Y/N), get over here! The Bruce Wayne just walked in. I can't believe it!"

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought I was supposed to see him tomorrow..." you said under your breath.

When you looked up, all eyes were on you.

"You know him?" one of your coworkers asked eagerly.

You gulped. "Well, yeah. He's my boyfriend..."

You suddenly felt hot.

Your coworkers were absolutely stunned at this.

"You're kidding. You're in a relationship with the city's rich boy?!"

You just nodded, not sure how to respond.

"Oh my God. Then why the hell are you working here? He could literally pay all of your bills and then some! I bet your car is already paid off because of him, huh?" they giggled.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at this. You were your own person. You didn't need saving, and you didn't need the man you love paying for everything that you could have earned yourself. It just didn't feel right to you, but to each their own you supposed.

"I'm actually paying off the car myself. And why would I not want to work? I enjoy putting in this effort to support myself and see the impact I'm making. He can do what he wants with his money, and I'll do what I want with mine. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to clock out."

With that, you grabbed your bag and jacket and walked over to the entrance, finally seeing that familiar face you love so much.

The moment he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"There you are. I was starting to wonder if I came at a bad time."

He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, taking your hand in his as you both exited the building.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you today," you answered honestly.

His smile widened. "I wanted to surprise you. I know things have been busy and stressful for you recently, and I was hoping a date night would alleviate some of that."

You stopped walking and looked at him, your stomach doing a couple flips.

You just kept staring at him, taking in just how perfect he was for you. He knew how to make any bad moment better in an instant. It's like he always understood what you needed even when you didn't know it yourself.

"What is it?" he chuckled nervously, a little bit shy from your gaze.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," you responded softly.

This made his cheeks go all rosy, causing your heart to speed up. He was perfect.

"I could say the same for you," he reasoned.

His hold on your hand tightened as he pulled you into him, holding your body close to his.

"I overheard what you said back there, about me."

Now it was your turn to blush.

"Yeah?" was all you could produce.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have found someone like you. You're one of the only people I know that makes me feel seen as me, not just by my last name."

Your eyes met his at this. "Bruce, I'd love you even if you were just an average person like me."

He leaned his face a little bit closer to yours.

"You're not average, (Y/N). Not to me."

He then pressed in a little further and joined his lips with yours, kissing you like it was the first time all over again.

[lovechrissturniolo]

"Can't sleep"

Chris Sturniolo fanfiction oneshot

contains: Chris is exhausted but can't fall asleep, you come to hang, watch a movie, talk and cuddle, close friendship fluffy fluff

"What's wrong?" I asked Nick and Matt as I entered the hotel lobby after they've texted me to come.

I accompanied the triplets on tour as Memo's camera assistant and was supposed to be off today.

"Can you do us a favor and look after Chris later?" Nick replied. They seemed to be in a hurry.

"Sure, - what happened?" Of course I'd look after Chris, as he's become one of my closest friends during the last months.

"Nick and I have to go, but you could tell Chris doesn't want to be alone..." Matt replied.

"He's been awake for the last 48 hours, didn't sleep on the plane... Now he's over the top, kinda grumpy, hyper and - I don't know!"

"Got you!" I smirked lovingly and winked. "I'll go up to him! Don't worry."

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I knocked on the door. "Chris?"

"Door's open!" he answered from the inside.

"It's me!" I replied as I opened the door a crack, without entering the room right away.

"Come in!"

Chris was lying on the bed in a really weird way and I smirked.

His upper body was hanging upside down from the bottom end of the bed and he was holding the phone in front of his face.

"Are you good?"

"Yeah..." Chris murmured sleepy and rubbed his eyes before he looked at me and smiled slightly.

"You'd like company or no?" I smiled back, lovingly looking at his tousled hair and stubbly beard.

"To be honest, yes!" he replied and got up. "But I can't really do anything, I'm fucking exhausted, man!" Chris sat cross-legged on the bed and rubbed his eyes again.

"But you can't sleep?" I asked, taking a seat next to him. As we had spent most of the last few months together in the cramped tour bus, it wasn't unusual for us to be so close.

"Yeah, I don't know!" he grumbled and rolled his eyes. "I have so much on my mind that I just can't calm down!" He got up and went to the fridge. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yes, water would be great!"

Chris took out a bottle of water and a can of Pepsi and came back to the bed.

"I couldn't sleep with that much Pepsi!" I smiled and winked.

"That's not it!" he replied, but then he hesitated. "Or maybe it is?" and changed the Pepsi for another water.

"Should we just watch a movie and chill?" I asked as he got back in bed.

"That sounds really good!"

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We had put the laptop on the table, lay next to each other in bed and watched Madagascar, as Chris wanted me to choose and wanted it to be something easy.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, recognizing from the look on his face that his mind was still racing.

"I just remembered that tomorrow is Wednesday and we don't have a vlog yet!" He turned on his side in my direction. "And, since I didn't go with Nick and Matt, I don't have new pics for the photo dump on Friday..."

"Chris, it's only Tuesday now, right?" And we all know about the vlog too!" I interrupted him gently and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "You don't have to think about that right now! Everything's gonna be fine!"

He nodded and blinked sleepily.

"Can I lie down here?" Chris pointed at my waist.

"Sure! Come here." I replied and opened my arm so that he could lay his head on me.

"I have a feeling I'm forgetting something," he murmured, putting his arm over my hips.

"You're not alone, Chris! We all have the appointments and errands in our heads and written down. Matt and Nick are doing all the preparations for the show right now, you don't have to worry about anything!"

"I should do something too!" Chris yawned and I could picture his eyes getting heavy.

"No, no." I whispered calmingly and started stroking his head. "The only thing you do now - is rest!"

"That feels nice." he mumbled. "Are you staying?"

"I'm definitely staying. If there's anything important, I'll let you know." My voice became quieter and quieter as I noticed his body relaxing.

"Nothing is due in the next few hours and no one's coming back any time soon. You have time to calm down."

His body became heavier and his breathing slow and even.

While I continued to watch the movie, he moved a few more times, half-asleep and snuggled up closer.

At some point he became completely calm and fell asleep.

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I'd die to have that!!

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[writeroutoftime]

the one with the labor

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve are expecting your first child, but when you're waiting to head to the hospital, how can the rest of the party help to distract you from your contractions? (based on the labor episode of the office)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth? but other than that, nothing I can think of

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is an idea I've had for quite some time and I'm excited to share with everyone! obviously this based on the episode from the office where pam goes into labor. it just seemed to fit so well with steve and the rest of the party, so please let me know what you think!

(some dialogue is from this episode of the office or inspired by it - I do not own or take credit for that dialogue)

oOoOo

From the moment you told Steve you were expecting, he had been over the moon at the news. He spun you around in your shared apartment and peppered kisses all over your face, offering words of praise between your giggles. Finally, a dream that Steve had so dearly longed for was coming true. How did he get so lucky to share this with you?

It wasn't long before that excitement soon manifested itself into overprotectiveness. Of course, Steve always had been and always would be protective over you, but that had been dialed up to an 11.

Eight months later, you and Steve found yourselves with the rest of the party, enjoying a movie marathon at your apartment. Halfway through the movie, you couldn't help but gasp out loud, grasping at your stomach. Steve immediately began to rub his hand up and down your back offering whatever support he could.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked, eyeing the two of you suspiciously.

Robin's head snapped in your direction and her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, are you going into labor?"

Eddie and the rest of the kids also turned to look in your direction, the movie quickly forgotten. You couldn't help but chuckle at the mixture of worry and excitement on everyone's faces as your latest contraction passed. Taking a deep breath, you held Steve's hand in your own, offering him a thankful smile.

"I've technically been having contractions all day, but we're not going to the hospital yet." you explained, slightly breathless.

"Isn't that kinda the opposite of what you’re supposed to do?" Max questioned, brows furrowed and head titled to one side.

Steve jumped in. "If we wait to check-in until midnight, then we get an extra night stay at the hospital on our insurance."

"Let's just get back to the movie." you encouraged, turning your attention back to the screen with one more deep breath.

That seemed to silence everyone's queries for the time being, and you worked to keep your mind off the growing contractions. It wasn't until an hour later when a particularly big contraction hit that you couldn't keep quiet.

Steve turned to you in a flash, squeezing your hand. "That seemed like a pretty big one. You think you're ready to head to the hospital now?" you asked, nodding encouragingly to his own question.

A laugh bubbled past your lips at his suggestion. "No, no. I can definitely hold out a little longer. But to be honest, I don't think this movie is really gonna be enough to distract me for the next couple of hours." you admitted, biting your lip worriedly.

"Eddie, go grab your guitar!" Dustin suddenly shouted, pushing the confused, curly-haired boy outside toward his van.

"What are you talking about, Henderson?" Steve asked, standing up with his eyes squinted and hands on his hips.

Dustin rolled his eyes as though his plan was obvious. "Eddie can play his guitar and we'll all find ways to keep y/n occupied until midnight."

Steve opened his mouth to retaliate, but you beat him to the punch. "Actually, that's a really good idea." you said breathing through the residual pain. "I could really use some distractions if I'm going to make it 'till midnight."

With your words of confirmation, everyone seemed to be on board -- some more reluctant than others -- and scrambled to get something together while Steve just stood there in shock. "Okay, I guess we're doing this now." he mumbled, taking a seat next to you, his hand finding yours once more.

Minutes later Eddie was back and ready to go, playing you the newest song Corroded Coffin wrote. Steve might not have been the biggest fan of the genre, but you enjoyed the nice distraction watching Eddie get so absorbed into his music.

After that, all the kids took turns showcasing something they thought would distract you. Dustin was up next with a classic rendition of 'Never Ending Story' much to his chagrin. Afterwards, Lucas, Mike, and Will acted out their latest D&D campaign. Though it didn't make much sense to you, it made your heart swell thinking of how sweet it was the effort they put into it.

After every "performance," Steve would ask how you were doing, suggesting the two of you head for the hospital. Each time you declined, not only because of the insurance, but because of your growing nerves. If you went to the hospital, everything suddenly became real. Instead, you simply laughed and told Steve you were fine.

Up next was Max who made her way to you complete with her walkman and all the Wonder Woman comics she could carry.

"Wonder Woman is a badass, and you're basically stronger than Princess Diana right now." she told you, and you hugged her from the side, blinking away tears.

“Ooo.” you eventually whined, clutching your stomaching and squeezing your eyes shut as a contraction washed over you, dropping the comic from your grasp.

Steve, ever observant, glanced up from his watch and jumped to his feet with a smile, rubbing your shoulders excitedly. “Alright, that’s 6 minutes! Time to go.” he encouraged, running to grab your hospital bag before offering a hand to you.

You chuckled, remaining in your seat, smiling softly up at your husband. "Steve, we can't go yet. It's not even close to midnight."

"You've gotta be joking. y/n, it doesn't matter that it's not midnight. We need to get you to the hospital now." he countered, growing frustrated.

"Steve, I love you, but you're really distracting me from my distractions." you told him.

At your words, Steve stepped back scrubbing at his face. "I'm sorry, y/n, I'm just frazzled! And you know how very rarely I use that word."

"I know, you don't like to be frazzled." you placated, squeezing your eyes in discomfort.

"Oh, and by the way," Steve pointed to the rest of the party. "I hate that you're helping her with this." he scolded, storming off to kitchen, but not before grabbing a pile of books with him.

Robin offered you a reassuring smile and ran off after Steve while Nancy took over holding your hand. When Robin found Steve in the kitchen, he was muttering to himself and frantically flipping through multiple pregnancy books he bought over the past several months.

"5 to 7 minutes." he said, throwing the book aside. "Oh, 5 to 7 minutes." he repeated throwing a second book aside before picking up one more. "6 minutes. Different, Robin, but not really. Not really!" he all but shouted, running his hands through his hair and pulling in frustration.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin said, clapping her hands to get Steve's attention. "I get your panicked, but you've still got time. Right now, y/n is the one in charge. So, give her a little longer and I'm sure she'll be wanting to go to the hospital any minute." she reassured. "Why don't you go outside for a little, get some air, and we'll keeping looking after y/n. Okay?"

Steve nodded, offering Robin a grateful smile. He walked out the back door, instantly feeling calmer from the cool air. He knew it was a tense day, but he truly only wanted the best for you and this baby. So much had gone wrong in Steve's live, and this wasn't going to be another event added to the list. You and your baby just had to be okay.

Once Steve had enough time to process everything, he came back in the house only to be greeted with the sight of you walking down the stairs. As he had down for the past eight months, Steve rushed to help you down the last few stairs with one hand on your back and the other resting on top your belly. Before you could head back to the living room, Steve took gentle hold of your wrist and cupped your cheek.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now?”

With a loving sigh, you looked seriously into your husband’s eyes. “Steve, I’m alright. And she’s alright too, promise. We’ll get to the hospital eventually.” you reassured, but Steve’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in surprise.

“S-she? We’re having a girl?” he whispered, heart thumping wildly and eyes watering instantly.

“Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry!” you rushed, feeling guilty you had ruined the surprise when you both originally agreed to wait. “I just couldn’t stand it anymore, and I looked in the envelope the doctor gave us. You’re not mad are you?”

“Mad? he asked incredulously. “How can I be mad when we’re having a little girl?”

Immediately, Steve pulled you into a kiss before pressing kiss after kiss against your forehead, muttering words of praise and thanks. All that ran though his mind was thoughts of a mini you, a baby girl that was already wrapped around his finger. A daughter that he would love and protect with all his being.

Smiling, you squeezed his hands once before you turned to head back to your circus of distractions. It was only then that the switch in Steve’s brain clicked as he finally put together why you had gone upstairs.

“Did-did you change clothes?” he questioned.

“Oh, yeah.” you chuckled, looking down at your new outfit and turning back to Steve. “My water broke so I changed.” you told him as plainly as if he had asked what the weather was.

"Oh." Steve parroted with a breathy laugh. It wasn't until you had walked away that the severity of your statement hit Steve like a train, and he began to panic even more. "Oh! Oh no!"

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An hour later, Steve walked back into the living room only to find you hunched over, gripping Nancy's hand and trying your best not to cry out in pain. He ran to your side in an instant and pressed a kiss to the your head. "Okay, y/n, that's it. We have to get you to the hospital, I'm sorry." he spoke sternly, leaving no room for questions.

Turning his head, Steve looked towards Dustin and Eddie. "How far apart are the contractions?"

The two boys looked at each other then looked back at Steve with panicked looks on their faces. "Ummmmm, we may or may not have lost track of the time." Dustin admitted sheepishly, his voice almost a squeak.

"I'd say like 3 or 4 minutes?" Eddie chimed in, scratching his head, looking quite guilty.

Steve focused all his energy into not blowing up. "3 minutes? I told you to tell me when it reached 5 minutes! What happened to 5 or 4 minutes because 3 minutes doesn't do us any good!" he shouted in their direction before looking at El. "Call Hop and tell him we need an emergency escort to the hospital."

"Steve." you whimpered. "I-I can't do this. I can't have this baby."

"I know, sweetheart. We're going to get you to the hospital, and we're gonna have this baby there." he cooed, moving to help you to stand up.

You fought against his grip and wrapped your arms tightly around your stomach. "No, Steve! I'm not having this baby, I can't do this!" you shouted, tears not masking the fear that could be seen in your eyes.

The rest of the party eyed each other silently, and Nancy ushered everyone outside to give you and Steve a moment alone. "Come on, guys, we'll wait outside for Hopper."

Once alone, Steve knelt in front of you and held onto your wrists gently. "What's wrong, honey? Talk to me." he pleaded.

"I-I'm scared, Steve. This is about to be so much more real. I don't think I'm strong enough to do this, and I'm so scared I won't be a good mother to our baby girl." you confessed, falling against Steve's chest.

Steve's heart ached to hear you speak those things about yourself, but he knew he needed to stay calm to help you stay strong in this moment. "Hey, hey, look at me, sweetheart. You are one of the strongest people I know." he told you with a smile. "I don't know many people who could go against the fucking supernatural - multiple times - and still come out as sweet and hopeful as you. There is no one in this world I would rather do this with. And can I tell you a secret?" Steve asked.

"I'm scared to, y/n. But as long as we're in this together, it'll all be okay. This kid is gonna be so loved, so let's go and meet her, okay?"

You nodded slowly and allowed Steve to help you up, hearing Hopper's car outside. And by the next morning, your daughter was born happy and healthy, the newest addition to your little family.

[strrykais]

die with a smile

a hwang hyunjin short story

week four

it was intense, the air in the room was stiff. hyunjin felt a bead of sweat on the tip of his hairline. his heart was racing a millions miles a minute, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be breathing.

"BINGO I WIN" jisung yells out throwing his single card in the air. causing the group around him to groan.

"come on i was one away!" you groan throwing down the dabber leaning your head on his shoulder. hyunjin smiles down at you gently patting your hair. hes gotten closer to you and jisung, whenever you would go missing he would always find himself in the room of han jisung.

hyunjin grew to love his time with you, being in here for almost a month. he learned that yeah maybe he does have cancer but he could continue to dwell on that or live each moment till the fullest. he learned that from you if he was being honest. your laughter, your smile, the way your eyes shined when you painted or when you watched him draw.

both of you hung out at your secret hangout spot. which wasn't a secret when jisung walked in after following you both in here. hyunjin was in the middle of drawing you when you asked a question.

"have you ever been in love?" you softly ask. the question threw him for a loop.

"uh no, sometimes i feel like i don't even know what it feels like or if i can love someone enough." he says. if he was being honest he never had a true representation of love. his parents divorced when he was little and his mom wasn't exactly the motherly figure he would of hoped. "have you? you know been in love."

"yes, though i never got the chance to tell him." you say with a sad smile. looking away from you, hyunjin felt jealous, maybe he was jealous that you got to experience love. or maybe he was jealous that you loved someone. he didnt want to think to hard on it.

"oh why not?" he wondered if you would tell him. he started to realized he knew very little about you even though you know quite a lot about him. he just wanted to feel close to you.

"i never got the chance to say it and i didn't think it was a right time to express that to him." you sigh "are you almost done im getting tired."

"yeah, go rest. we can finish this another day." hyunjin gives you a smile while you slowly make your way out.

hyunjin noticed you were more tired recently. when he asked you about it you told him that the doctors put you on a new prescription, and it made you really exhausted. even if you are tired you tried to not let it affect the mood.

hyunjin tried his best to not worry about it but he couldn't help but walk past your room whenever you were napping. or sit in the chair by your bed till you woke up. he was starting to get worried that he couldn't go a day without seeing you. you just carried this aura around you that made him want to continue to hang around.

hyunjin was lost in thought when his doctor came up to him asking if he had time to talk.

hyunjin and his doctor sit back in the office where he sat a month ago.

"how have you been this week? feeling okay?" the doctor asks while looking through his file.

"yeah i no longer feel sick when taking that medicine." hyunjin says picking at the skin around his nails.

"thats great to hear, so i was talking to your nurses and they think as well as i, you are free to be discharged. we called in your guardian to come sign you out, he said he should be here in a hour or so." the doctor says with a smile but slowly frowns when he see the look on the boys face. "hyunjin you should be happy why do you look so upset?"

"no i- um im just in shock, is it okay if i head out to say bye." hyunjin says while standing up out of his chair.

"yeah go ahead, it was lovely taking care of you, if you feel off or anything dont be afraid to come see me. also we are gonna need you to come back in a week for a check up if that okay." hyunjin nods rushing out the door to make his way to you.

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[sourlemonsprout]

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔

Seth x f!reader

Seth doesn't know what to do when SugarBoo is on their period.

Word Count: 987

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If money wasn't an issue Alphonse needed to worry about, he would've stayed home with you. He knew you were having a horrible day and suffering from unpleasant period symptoms. The cramps had been more intense than usual this month, and he knew you were in genuine pain. Unfortunately, money was tight, and he couldn't afford to keep the shop closed another day. You had told your boyfriend multiple times that you understood and it was okay, but it didn't make him feel any better. Later that day, Al messaged Seth and asked him to check up on you.

Seth had never dealt with this kinda situation before, so he sorta panics when he receives the text from Alphonse. He grabs his jacket and rushes around the house trying to find the keys to his bike. Just before he's about to leave, a thought crosses his mind "Oh shit, should I bring her something??"

He debates for a while on whether or not he should buy you some chocolate. After realizing he'd have to make a trip to Al's shop, he decides against it. Instead, he scrounges around his cupboards and finds an unopened pack of peanut M&M's and shoves that in his pocket before heading off.

You'd been curled up on the couch, half paying attention to the TV show you'd put on, hoping it would distract you from persistent pain knawing in your lower abdomen when you heard the familiar hum of a bike outside. Not long after the hum died down there was a knock at the front door.

Begrudgingly, you roll off the couch and reach the door with one hand clutching at your lower stomach. A small smile dawned on your face when you looked up to see your brown-haired best friend.

"H-hey! A little bird told me you were havin' uh, sort've a crummy day. So I-uh, I came over to check in and see how you were doin'."

Alphonse…

"Well, that was very sweet of you, thanks." Suddenly, a sharp pain that left behind a wave of nausea had you wincing as you clutched your stomach a little harder. Seth's stomach drops the moment he sees your face twist with discomfort.

"Oh shoot, do you want to go back inside Sugar?" his tone was concerned.

"Yeah, wanna come in?" you offered, opening the door a little wider.

"How're you doing…?" He asked nervously, watching you as you swept a blanket off a chair before collapsing back onto the couch.

Well that was a stupid question

"Oh, you know, things could be better," you said flatly with a sigh.

"Sorry to hear that sugar." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! Speakin' of which, I brought somethin' sweet for ya," he says pulling the M&M's out of his pocket and holding them out.

"Thanks," you say, tearing into the Peanut M&M's and popping a handful in your mouth.

After eating a few more pieces of chocolate, you fold the bag in half and rest your hand gently over the top of it on your lap. You closed your eyes and held your breath as your head thudded against the couch. Seth's hands fidgeted restlessly, his lips pinched in a tight line.

fuck what am I supposed to do??

The silence in the room was suffocating. It seemed to engulf Seth, pushing his thoughts to spiral further until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Listen, I uh, I'm gonna be honest, Al asked me to check up on you and I don't really know what to do here," Seth admitted sheepishly.

"I appreciate you being here, but I'll survive on my own if you want to leave." you shrug.

"Aw nah, I'd feel bad ditchin' ya like that Sugar. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it," he stated adamantly.

"Or if you want me outta your hair, I'll leave. You just say the word." He said holding his hands up.

"No, no. It's nice having you here," you say softly.

"If you don't mind, could you grab me some water and Advil?" you say.

"Of course!" he says nearly jumping out of his chair toward the bathroom.

As you patiently wait for Seth to return, you grab the TV remote and start flipping through movie options. When Seth returned, you had already started watching one of your favorite comfort movies.

"Have you ever seen 'Howl's Moving Castle'?" you ask, taking the water from Seth.

"I don't believe I have," he hands you a couple of Advil, then glances up at the TV screen.

"It looks like something Al would've watched," he huffed out a small laugh.

"Would you sit down to watch it with me?" you ask sweetly, patting the spot next to you.

Seth sits down next to you and you lean your head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for his company. As the movie plays on, you both sink deeper into the couch, every muscle in your body relaxed. You lean into Seth's side a little more, trying to absorb more of the heat radiating off his body. You breathed deeply, inhaling the warm yet soft scent of leather and cologne. The sound of Seth's steading breathing makes your eyelids fall heavy, and it's not long before you've drifted off into a quiet slumber. As Seth's gaze fell upon your peacefully sleeping form, a soft smile spread across his lips. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he pulls the blanket up to your shoulders. A warm feeling swells in his chest as he exhales deeply, grateful to be there for you and provide some comfort. It wasn't long before he too was fast asleep, his head lightly resting against yours.

When Alphonse stops by after work, Seth is still there, snoring lightly beside you. He laughs quietly, shaking his head before joining the cuddle pile on the couch on your other side.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• The End! <3

[steventhusiast]

@steddie-week day 5: established relationship

<- day four

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"you think we're gonna get outta this anytime soon?"

steve looks over from where he’s helplessly watching the kids of the party bring all of their movie night supplies into his living room to see eddie looking at him with a somewhat desperate expression on his face.

before the kids arrived, they'd been having a date night. they'd already eaten dinner, and steve was just about to put his hand down eddie's pants to get to work on dessert when dustin literally threw open the door to his parents' house. so.

sure, he and eddie had practically jumped to opposite sides of the couch immediately at the kids' entry, but still. close call to traumatising the kids, and wouldn't that be a way for them to find out about them.

"something's telling me no, eds." he sighs, and leans back into the couch.

the kids don't even know about their relationship, so he can't be too mad at them for crashing his hot date.

"steve! come on man i wanna watch the goonies!" dustin whines from where he's dumping a backpack's load of snacks onto the coffee table.

steve's not really sure what he's supposed to be helping the kids with. they hadn't offered much of an explanation when they came barrelling in, except for a lot of talking over each other about how they have to watch the goonies at steve's because steve's the only one with a decent tv. it's steve's fault for forgetting to lock the front door, he guesses.

"steve!" dustin complains again, and steve decides maybe he can be a little pissed at the kids for unknowingly interrupting.

"henderson, do you ever think about how i too have my own life and plans so you can't just barge in here whenever and take over my tv?" he asks, letting his head drop onto the back of the couch to look at the ceiling in dismay.

he had been so close to such a good night with eddie. like, one handcuff-themed belt away.

"clearly you don't have a life, steve, because it's a saturday night and you're here with eddie instead of out on a date like you would've been six months ago." max retorts easily, and steve whips around to glare at her.

"you wound me, red. why is hanging out with me such a low point to you?" eddie gasps from the other side of the couch, one hand dramatically clutching at his chest. max rolls her eyes at the display, and steve lets a little grin take over his face.

oh, he can have a little fun here.

he and eddie have been talking about telling the kids soon. they're a good group, and seeing the world almost end four times really puts things into perspective when it comes to primitive controversies like sexuality, so they both know they'll be safe.

before tonight, the plan had been to tell them in a few weeks at the next byers-hopper gathering, because if steve's being completely honest with himself.. sneaking around and giggling to themselves as they make out in a bathroom, or a garage, or on someone's back porch, is fun.

before he speaks, he makes eye contact with eddie across the couch, and raises one eyebrow. he doesn't think eddie quite gets what he's about to do, but steve knows he'll be okay with it.

"who's to say i wasn't on a hot date before you guys barged in?" he crosses his arms over his chest to accentuate his words, and the kids all pause their chaos for a second to look over at him with incredulous expressions.

eddie's expression, meanwhile, has morphed from a confused frown to a slightly wide eyed grin. the manic look in his eyes as he watches the kids in glee tells steve enough about eddie being okay with what he's about to do.

"you really made eddie third wheel one of your dates?" dustin asks like the oblivious idiot he is.

steve levels dustin with a very unimpressed look, and pointedly shuffles across the couch until he's next to eddie again.

"i wouldn't say i was third wheeling, would you big boy?" eddie asks with a smile, and steve glances around the room at the still paused kids to see them all processing his words.

eventually, they all kind of shrug and nod to themselves, as if that makes sense after some retrospection.

"well, now i feel bad." lucas says after a couple seconds.

"i don't. shitheads did this to themselves." dustin grumbles, and reaches forward to the snack-filled coffee table to grab a candy bar.

"so what were you doing on your date before we interrupted? you were literally sitting on opposite sides of the couch." max asks, eyes narrowed at the two.

"do you really want the answer to that." steve doesn't even say it like it's a question. max's face immediately scrunches up in disgust.

"you guys are gross!" mike finally pipes up at that, and steve's heart drops a bit for a second before he sees him with his eyes screwed shut, and then mike continues to explain "it's like visualising my parents- UGH!"

"maybe we should go." lucas offers, and all the kids but dustin are quick to agree.

"but- my snacks!" he whines, but lucas just grabs dustin's arm in one hand and his backpack in the other.

"our snacks now, henderson. that's the payment for ruining our date night." eddie declares, and dustin narrows his eyes at the pair but lets himself get dragged out of the house.

"bye eddie! bye steve!" the kids all yell as they leave steve's house again.

steve and eddie stay where they are, thighs pressed together as they sit on the couch, for a few seconds. eventually, eddie throws a glance over his shoulder at the window.

"do you think they actually left, or are we about to traumatise them?" he asks, voice casual even as his eyes flicker down to steve's lips.

steve grins at him, and holds eddie's chin in one hand, lets the other settle on his thigh.

"that is up to them." he says softly, and then leans in.

they end up giggling through their kiss as they hear a group of shrieks from somewhere outside steve's window.

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-> day six

[takeomurasaki]

Hey takeo! How’s everything? Welcome to Tumblr and to the writing community. I read your post and I was hoping if you could write something for Izuku’s birthday? Maybe reader organizing a surprise party for him without him knowing? (Only if you want to that is)

And I can’t wait to see you grow here! I was once a small writer here (kind of still am) so I get how you feel about being on such a popular platform. And remember: writing’s supposed to be fun, not tiring. Post whatever’s on your mind.

Take care and stay safe!

Hi Moonlight, Thank you so much for the request and the kind welcoming message! I'm really grateful for your kindness and hope you grow even more as a writer 🙏🏻

I adore this idea and hope I could interpret what you had in mind, hope you enjoy this 🩵

" Perfect Birthday for Him 💚 "

Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

Type: Romantic, Fluff, One-shot.

Summary: Surprise party for Izuku's birthday.

Word Count : 2005 words

You put your hand on your hip, the other on your forehead. The cake was finally in the oven.

"I can't believe I beat the squad to it! It was exhausting but everything's ready cake wise."

"Could you help me clean now? First you kidnap me from my morning training to bake a fucking cake for Deku and now you won't even clean. Damn extra!" Bakugo screamed-whispered in your ears. It was still early and if the both of you woke the others up, Izuku might wake up, and that's a no-go.

You weren't the best at baking, that was a flaw of yours but you always tried your best at it. That failed this time around, though. You had tried to prepare a cake for Izuku's birthday but you mixed the cake mix with too much olive oil and it was ruined and smelled terrible. Thank God you knew just the right person to help you: Bakugo. He might be a douche, he was the best at baking so you asked him regardless. The blonde wasn't dumb, he saw in your eyes that this cake meant a lot to you, and he sure could see you wanted to impress his childhood friend. Your eyes were shining and a deeper colour than they used to be, your cheeks were tinted red and sweat dripped from your forehead. Your hair was messy from the rush you had been in for the past couple days preparing the perfect birthday for Midoriya.

He found that funny and laughed at your face, but followed through with your plan anyway. He's not a monster, why wouldn't he help his nerdy childhood bestie get game?

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming. You're going to wake them up if you keep speaking so loud Bakugo please.." You sighed in complete despair and closed your eyes. He sure could be a pain in the ass sometimes.

As you were washing the dishes and Bakugo finishing cleaning the countertop, he spoke out of the blue.

"Say professional simp, why'd you stress so much over that birthday party anyway? You know damn well he's gonna enjoy it if it's you preparing it for fuck's sake." He said rather loudly, grinning like a mad man, he REALLY was a pain in the ass today.

"Bakugo I- He- What? Oh my God" you facepalmed, your face so red your ears began to redden too. You gritted your teeth, this guy was gonna ruin the plan it he keeps at it. "Shut the fuck up and don't speak so loud! Get back to cleaning." You got back to cleaning the dishes, furrowing your brows still red faced. You did hope he was right, that Izuku was gonna like it and actually realize you liked him bad, like bad bad !

Let's not forget who Midoriya is, he gets quite oblivious when it comes to love. Random people were hitting on him at least once a month in the most random places ever and he never suspected a thing, he thought they were just being nice.

That made you fall deeper for the green haired boy if you were honest, you found that just so cute. He always was but his oblivion to others' perception of him added to his natural charm.

You could not mess today up, you were a compassionate and thoughtful friend who always went above and beyond to make your loved ones feel special. You have a knack for creating unforgettable moments and ensuring that every detail is perfect when it comes to showing someone how much they mean to you, mostly Izuku.

It was your chance of getting him to be aware of himself and his attractiveness that you admired deeply, too.

Later on, you went to Mr. Aizaiwa. He wasn't your teacher, you were in class 1-C, but he was Midoriyas and he was helping the whole plan happen out of sheer boredom. He was indeed the weirdest teacher you'd ever met.

It was lunch time, the perfect timing to meet him and discuss today's matter. You knocked on the almost empty classroom's door and entered slowly.

Internally you were an absolute mess. Trying to keep your composure wasn't easy as a swarm of butterflies filled your stomach to the brim, the anticipation was overbearing. The party was getting closer.

"Hello Aizaiwa sensei. Do you remember about Izuku's birthday party perchance? Do we have permission?" You managed to smile somewhat normally with sweaty palms.

He looked up from his spot, tucked in his sleeping bag about to fall asleep from the bags under his eyes. "Hello Y/N L/N, I do remember problem child's birthday party... Principal Nezu is okay with the party being held in the dorm's common room. You will have to mark out the things you're using from the school on a paper though so we know what you took. Dismiss now, I'm sleepy, kid." And with that he just fell on the ground and closed his sleeping bag further, till we couldn't see his face.

You did a little happy dance, how could you not? You had everything planned out perfectly. You rushed out of the classroom to prepare the decorations and the organization.

You were by yourself to prepare the room and all. The others were still in class. After class was done everyone has to come here and finish preparing everything with you, excluding Ochaco of course. She was his current best friend and was tasked to keep him occupied for sometime so we could all hide and all. Honestly your excited was making you go faster than you anticipated, your breath was warm as you were going up and down chairs to be tall enough to reach the ceiling and put the All Might banner and balloons you managed to obtain.

You carefully placed the plates and cups, All Might themed of course, on the table. Each plate and cup with a name on it so no one would get mixed up, that also prevented you from forgetting anyone. You prepared the soft and energy drinks you had brought the day before and put them on the table alongside crackers, chips and nerunerune kits. Candy for the sweet guy, you were proud of the connection you had made at the supermarket. You even got to use UA's party things, so you had confetti on the table, on the ground and even found a red carpet to put at the door leading to Midoriya's chair. Oh his chair, you took an extra time on it. It had little All Might stickers on it you brought for this special occasion, an All Might cushion sitting bare seemingly waiting for Izuku to sit down on. You were overjoyed it was so perfect and turned out how you imagined it.

After the bell rang, the others rushed to the dorm and were surprised to see you had done everything. You took the paper hats, All Might themed why wouldn't they be, and ended one to each and everyone. Mina insisted on having colorful streamers, you couldn't disagree it was a great idea for sure, the clean up was going to be a nightmare but that's for later.

You all got in your hiding spots and turned off the lights, Ochako texted you and said she was near with Midoriya. Your heart was racing, your face red. Barely hyperventilating at this point, you brushed your palm against your chest to contain your excitement. The door clicked open.

"Ochako-san? Why is it so dark in there?" Midoriya was intrigued and turned on the light. Seconds after, you all jumped up and screamed happy birthday to the birthday boy. Midoriya was surprised, his eyes wide and sparkling as he scanned the place and everyone in the room. He smiled brightly, showing his pearly white teeth. His cheeks tinted pink at this point. He thanked everyone, one by one, until it was you left. He approached you, he seemed excited from what you could tell.

"My raitō! Everyone told me you planned all this and I could never thank you enough!" He engulfed you in his muscular arms.

Your eyes widened, he had just called you his precious and on top of that he was hugging you. Heat rushed to your whole face and ears. Your pupils dilated, you inhaled his sweet scent that filled your lungs to the brim. You giggled finally hugging him back.

"It was nothing Izu, nothing is enough to compare to you." You admitted, a knot forming in your throat as the words spilled out your mouth. Izuku instantly lifted his head up from the hug and he was scarlet red at this point. He started stuttering and muttering, you couldn't really understand what he was saying so you just laughed. With the courage you had managed to form you gave him a small peck on the cheek and went to Todoroki to get the gifts out of their hiding spots in his room.

Izuku was frozen in place, his chin trembled as he tried to process what just happened. His hand trailed slowly to his cheek and realization hit him straight in the face. He had not studied them enough, that wasn't in his notes.

The time for the gifts came, everyone hurried at the table as Izuku sat down on his custom chair. He was so nervous, that was a lot of attention on him at once and you were still there, sweetly grinning at him. He opened each gift gently as to keep the All Might merched wrapping paper and thanked everyone for their gifts. The last one was yours and he was absolutely thrilled, his palms shaking and his heart racing. He opened the box hidden under the wrapping paper and lifted an eyebrow, the box was empty.

"Is- is this normal Y/N ?" He said scanning the box, flipping it upside down and shaking it.

You were freaking out. Everything was perfect but this. The gift wasn't in the box. Without even thinking, you screamed, terrified and hurried to Todoroki's room, it must still be there. Izuku followed you and motioned the others to stay put in their place.

"Where the fuck is it!? I swear it was just there!" Your eyes scanned every corner of Todoroki's room in desperation. You were moving every single piece of furniture trying to find the gift for Izuku, you rambled on about where it could be and didn't hear it feel Izuku's presence in the room. His brows narrowed and he stepped towards you. He placed his hand on your shoulder stopping you dead in your tracks. You were crying, the frustration was too much for your poor heart and soul to handle.

He opened his arms and smiled at you,

"Y/N please calm down, I don't need a material gift it's all fine I promise. We can have fun with the others and we'll search for the gift after the party how does that sound to you? Is this ok?"

You accepted the embrace, slowly nodded rubbing your eyes. "I guess this is. I'm so sorry Zuku it was meant to be a perfect birthday. I was so focused on you and your birthday party I even forgot to put the gift in the box." You managed to trail out between small whimpers and crys. Izuku gently rubbed your back as you confessed to him, he was happy you trusted him with your emotions. Seeing you vulnerable like this comforted his love for you, if you could break your outer walls down for him, he could do the same for you.

"I understand the struggle, it was the same to me when it was your birthday honestly. You're just so mesmerizing I lost myself for a moment." You looked at him with mouth agape, face redder than it had ever been. He chuckled and pecked your forehead, just as red as you were.

"Your presence and attention towards me and my birthday is the greatest gift you could have given me, Aijin."

Takeo.

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter One: * what's with these homies, dissin' my girl?

[Index | Next]

Notice:

(This story is nearly 5 years old, and though it doesn't show my best work, I decided to post it, just because I stopped it at chapter 18, when there were only 2 more chapters left to finish it. So... I'm gonna give it another shot – making minor edits to make the plot less dramatic and angsty, lol.)

(***Also, since Tumblr has a more limited format: italic texts are from you, the reader, and bold texts are from others.)

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You've changed.

The best thing your boss did was to give you that warning.

You shouldn't keep working for the law if you're just gonna be a traitor.

How am I a traitor?

You work 9 to 5, sometimes 8 to 6, for the benefit of monsters.

Now, all of a sudden, our sex life goes down the drain.

I haven't slept with you since you got that promotion, and that was two whole months ago.

I'm supposed to be your husband, but you've left me in the dry.

I'm tired.

And I refuse to sleep with someone who won't support me in my new job.

Or should I remind you said I wasn't a real detective?

That my degree's 'worth shit', simply because of the field I'm working in these days?

               The rest is an ongoing, fruitless conversation you can't bother yourself with.

               Through reading those texts for what has to be the twentieth time today, you sigh, hiccup, and close your eyes tight, lifting your face slightly to avoid letting tears fall. 

               Barely two hours are left until he comes home to drop off your child, and the mere thought that you have to sleep with him five hours after that makes your stomach twist and churn. You don't want to imagine him naked: panting, heavy, and on top of you again, doing whatever he pleases with little regards to your own limits. Nausea takes over – violent, making you open your eyes and suppress a gag.

               You really, really don't want anything to do with him anymore.

               Yet, he insists you should remain married until your child reaches their eighteenth birthday.

               “At least wait until they're grown up,” he said. “Cuz what's six more years? Be honest with me.” Then, he chuckled. “As ugly as you frown when you see me, I doubt you hate me that much.”

               That had been a year ago.

               Would you really have to wait five more years until your freedom?

               The thought sends chills down your spine.

               While he was a good father, that adjective didn't really fit next to husband. 

               At the beginning of your marriage, yes – he was the best spouse you could ask for.

               Now?

               You'd rather eat drywall than have to spend a single second near him – without your child around, of course.

               With your newest agreement, it felt more as if your husband were a client, his payment being not making your life hell, and your service what he claimed was something a wife should be willing to give twenty-four seven.

               You shake your head and search for a distraction amongst the people surrounding the bar, aware you can only end up worse if you continue to dwell on the subject. The air presses down on you hot and heavy, a feeling that only increases the more time you stay seated without doing anything for your growing aches. Your sole companion is your mind when you realize you're too overcome with emotions to talk to someone without scaring them off. Chatter drowns out coherent thinking and sensory overload begins to show by how difficult breathing becomes. Seeking an escape route, you hold the bartender back with a raised hand and an 'excuse me'. Then, you ask him for some bottled water – the only kind he could touch willingly. Small embers flutter around the air as he turns around, leaving you alone with burning cheeks and a pounding headache. 

               Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose and blink through your blurry vision. Then, you adjust your glasses – despite knowing the excess shots have pretty much screwed you over already. The hour marked on your phone surfaces a sigh. How fast time seems to be going makes you notice you currently only have around an hour left before your husband arrives with your child. They would be staying with you while he went off to work, and the least you wanted was to look washed up for his arrival.

               "need somethin' else, pal?"

               You jolt at the new voice, deep and hearty.

               Reluctantly, you cast your gaze up to see a skeleton monster standing behind the counter, now glossy with polish. His face is tough to make out with the blurriness, yet you can tell he's looking at you. From the way he stands behind the counter and the stuffy look his suit gives off with its pristine and exaggerated formality, you figure he's a new employee. His newbie appearance doesn't erase the warm and welcoming aura most bartenders appear to carry by default, however. Instead, it makes his smile and words more genuine in his approach.

               It takes you a while to respond aside from shaking your head – mind hazy and disoriented. You thank him and sweep the water bottle off the counter, then turn the lid open, breathe in deep, and take a series of long, greedy gulps. Finally, you set it back down, more than half of it already gone.

               One more screw up, and you were out of your job at the law department for good.

               It doesn't help that you're currently hanging out at a place strictly and utterly forbidden by your boss: a hole-in-the-wall bar and grill establishment open to all, kept family-friendly during the day and becoming more daring during the night. It has been long since you ever drank alcohol of any sort, and it's beginning to show. You can hardly sit without tumbling pitifully to the side.

               “hey.”

               You're snapped back toward reality through the feeling of someone resting their arms over the counter, facing you and waiting for your return. 

               You frown and look up from the water bottle to see the same skeleton – his previous stuffy appearance appearing more natural now that he's taken off his tie and left two of the shirt's buttons unfastened.

               "i’m no expert on humans, but you look like you could use someone to talk to."

               You feel hazy again.

               And whether due to the drinks or the heat, you're not too certain of.

               But – right now – you're positive about one thing. 

               “U- Um…”

               As you wipe a tear off your cheek and burst out half a sob and half a laugh, you realize you really could use someone to talk to.

               “Thank you.”

[fuck-customers]

One of these days I'm gonna snap and tell this one lead to go fuck herself and probably punch her in the face.

She is always so rude and condescending for no reason. I personally have worked here long enough to not need to ask a whole lot of questions, but I've seen how she treats the new hires when they ask questions and it's extremely disrespectful.

They'll ask a question that sure, is obvious to those who've been working here for many years, but they've only been here a week or so, so it is not obvious to them, no one is born knowing every single one of Store Procedures so managers should be nicer to new hires. Especially since THEY hired them.

For example, this rude ass bitch will listen to a new kid ask a question like "hey I'm out of receipt paper, where do I get more?" Which, in their defense, is in an unlabeled drawer that looks exactly like 3 other drawers right next to it, so...I can understand how a new person wouldn't be able to immediately figure that out. And this rude ass how will be like "UMM...you should've been shown WHERE the paper is on your first day, you've been here A WEEK, you should know this by now." Which. 1. Is unnecessarily rude and 2. I've seen how pisspoor the management and training is here, I would safely bet the new hire was never shown where the paper is kept. And 3. The hours are so fucking shitty that I guarantee that even though the new hire was hired a week ago, they've only had 1-4 shifts max and it would not be unsurprising if they were unable to remember after having so much time in between shifts, IF they were even shown in the first place. Plus even if they worked a week straight, it's only one week and they're human and humans forget things sometimes. Chill.

She'll also make passive-aggressive comments about something an employee has done that was wrong (that most likely was an honest mistake) and instead of taking that coworker aside and talking to them privately, she'll make a passive-aggressive announcement over the radio (something like "just so WE ALL ARE ON THE SAME PAGE, we're not supposed to do [XYZ specific thing that coworker accidentally did wrong, and all other employeescan easily deduct who she's talking about, since there's only 1 employee per department]") so all the employees on the floor can hear, instead of just speaking to that individual employee privately.

But her disrespectful attitude does not stop at new hires. No. I've been here much, much longer than her (multiple years longer) and she's so fucking rude to me and other established employees as well.

For example, today, I worked an extended shift, so I had to take a lunch and our store manager told me that she was going to go do something and then she'll be back in a minute to cover my lunch, since I can't just leave my department unattended. So after 10 minutes of her not returning, I ask over radio if she wanted me to clock out for lunch now or wait a few more minutes for her to come back. And instead of just fucking saying "yeah I'll cover you" or simply just not responding considering I WASN'T TALKING TO HER, the fucking lead no one likes comes over to my department and starts grilling me because I was "supposed to already be clocked out ages ago. Why are you still here?" Yeah next time I'm just gonna fucking walk away and go on lunch without confirming that I have coverage. Fuck you.

I've talked to a few coworkers and apparently she's always rude and condescending when speaking to any employee, so I'm surprised she's even managed to last as long as she has (one month) because she's already made an immediate enemy out of every employee that's had the misfortune of interacting with her.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Part 1]

In which Jimin isn't used to chasing after things- but he can't deny the excitement it makes him feel.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stands, flirting jimin, nothing else, really

Length: 1.5k Words

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A/N: you're all gonna hate me so much at the end of this :') also I'm gonna put the visual/Gif up front from now on, I feel like that might work better overall.

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"Not today." He answers a young woman asking for some time with him- and it's not an answer he typically gives. He usually takes what he can get, but tonight, he's got his eyes out for something different.

Someone different.

You're so awfully out of place here- not visually, but there's a certain feeling you emit about yourself that makes you stand out to him. You're not comfortable, clearly giving been dragged out by your friend he knows all too well- though doesn't remember her all that much if he was to be honest.

But you? You he remembers.

You're talking to your friend with a pleading face, colorful lights of the club reflecting in both your eyes and the silver jewelry you're wearing, and he feels an odd sense of jealousy towards the butterfly pendant resting on your cleavage, left wing of it dipping in between your breasts. He's not sure why he's seeing so many details so sharply- it's as if his senses are going overdrive at the sight of you.

Interesting.

One moment you're there, the next you've vanished- and he immediately looks out for you around him. Tonight, he doesn't pay attention to anyone he could easily get his hands on. If he was, he wouldn't be here anymore long ago, many knowing his name as one connected to no strings attached and simple pleasure. It's not like it's always been like that- he's had actual relationships in the past.

But all throughout them, he's always been the one to pay the price of a broken heart, his rosy tinted glasses hiding all the signs of being lied to pretty much up until he could no longer deny it. From finding his lover in his own bed with someone else, to being bluntly told about an affair happening for months behind his back.

People lie, and love is nothing but a game.

He walks around the dancefloor of the club with no clear aim when he notices you walking past him- eyes meeting, a moment of realization caught in your gaze. All he can really see is the way one of the straps of your dress falls from your shoulder, not revealing anything, but somehow causing all of his focus to shift on the way your fingers adjust it back up to sit where it's supposed to. It's such an innocent gesture, but he can't help but see it as almost sinful to see.

Like he's not supposed to have seen it, even though he's seen everything there is to see about the human body at this point in his life.

"I wouldn't have ever thought that I'd find you here.." He chuckles behind you, following you around as you seem to look for a place at the bar- having to jump a bit to find your spot on the high chair. "…a vamp-club, of all places." He notes towards you, sitting down next to you.

"Yeah, well-" You sigh, leaning on the bar up front- and he's pretty convinced you have no idea how much you're showing your cleavage right now. So innocent, it's almost making him angry. "-It wasn't my idea, and I honestly don't want to even be here- but Lizzy and I have already had something to drink, so I can't drive home without her." You admit, and he nods.

"Figured." He says. "You look awfully lost." Jimin chuckles, motioning for the bartender he's very familiar with to come over to him. "I mean, I could surely take you to a different place instead-" He starts, but you roll your eyes.

"I'm not hooking up with you, Jimin." You argue softly, and he laughs.

"Well, at least you remember my name." He smiles. "Makes me happy." The vampire smiles, as his friend walks up to him, but you cut him off before he can even say anything.

"Whatever he orders me, I don't want it." You say towards the bartender, who can't mask the amused smirk he breaks out in, looking at Jimin.

"Aw come on!" The vampire in question whines. "I want to be a gentleman!"

"You want to get me drunk and easy to handle, I know guys like you." You say, and at this point it's clear that all joking manner has left your voice, as you push yourself off the chair you're sitting on, walking away.

"You might break your teeth trying to bite her." The bartender sighs, holding onto Jimin's wrist as he attempts to follow you. "Just leave it. Get yourself someone else-" He attempts, but Jimin shakes his head, breaks out of his grip to walk after you.

Because that's actually not what he's attempting to do right now.

"Stop following me!" You bark at him outside, your heels clicking on the ground below.

"Let me at least drive you home." He says calmly, hands in his pockets. "Lizzy has already left with a friend of mine. About half an hour ago." He informs you, and at that you stop and turn around, face awfully upset now as you realize that she's abandoned you. He feels a little sympathy towards you- though at the same time, he tries not to, considering he doesn't want to get attached.

He just wants the excitement, nothing else.

"You.. are you even sober?" You worry, but he nods.

"I don't drink when I'm out like this." He tells you, and you sigh, giving in.

"If you so much as touch me, I swear-!" You start, but he's simply lifting his hands up in defeat, chuckling to himself as he walks you to his car.

"I won't, promise." He offers, opening the passenger door for you, before he gets into the driver's seat. "Would you mind sharing with me why you seem so.. disgusted by the idea of being with me?" He bluntly wonders as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"I'm not.. disgusted." You mumble, pushing your legs shut. You really don't think he's disgusting at all- he's quite handsome, charming, and you can see why Lizzy was so easy to hook up with him. She'd been in your ear about how good he was and how well he treated her, but at the end of the day, you just can't trust any of them anymore. You give him your address, and he nods, seemingly aware of where your apartment building is located.

"But?" He wonders, not letting go of the topic.

"Personal experiences." You simply shrug. "I don't.. like being used." You say quietly, as if you're ashamed to admit it. And in a way, it makes him quiet down a lot- mainly because he can somewhat relate to it. Maybe it would be better to leave you be, in that case. He really doesn't want to become what he's been hurt by in the past, as much as he loves the pleasure.

"Hm, I see." He hums simply, letting go of it for now. "So if I wasn't a vampire, you'd let me?" He wonders, trying to lift the mood with his light-hearted comment- but you don't seem at all uplifted by it.

"That's got nothing to do with it." You simply say. "They're all the same. Human or vampire." You say, looking outside the window of his car.

What a shame.

You're such a pretty thing, sadly ruined by past people who couldn't see what they had. It's awful, but he can see how it could've happened. After all, in a way, you're just the same as he has been in the past. Soft. Gentle. Caring.

Vulnerable.

"Let me give you some advice, darling." He starts after a moment of silence, turning into familiar streets so you know you're almost home. "Stop being so nice." The vampire tells you, pulling up into a parking lot in front of your apartment building, turning his head to look at you. "The more you think about yourself first, the less you'll end up being the one who gets hurt." He says.

"That'll just turn me into the one who hurts others instead." You answer him, and it catches him off guard. "Also- I'm still not gonna hook up with you, even if I was to take your advice." You pout, and he breaks out into a grin, looking at you in a way that makes you awfully shy all of a sudden.

Not because he's looking at you with lust in his eyes- no. This look is something else, something you can't quite describe. Something that looks like genuine interest but also as if he's been challenged- and it's pretty dangerous.

"That's a shame, darling." He hums towards you, reaching out to tug the front of your dress higher to hide your cleavage, making your breath hitch as you realize how.. out there you've been with your choice of dress. "But I'll still be there, if you change your mind." He tells you.

"I won't." You say, opening the door to get out, before you turn slightly to look at him again. "But maybe one day you'll change yours." You say, leaving him alone.

And he can't help but stay frozen for a moment, wondering what you meant.

[blackmarketfruitrollups]

I'm Not Sure Of Anything Anymore Pt. 2 (Remus Lupin X Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, that should be it

"Shh, it's alright love." Lily cooed, gently stroking Y/N's hair while the girl sobbed on her roommate's chest. 

"I just don't understand." She sniffled, voice cracking. "I've always been there for him and he still saw me as disposable, what did I do to deserve that?" 

"Oh nothing sweet girl," Marlene rushed over to her from where she'd been pacing the room, furious. "This is all him. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Look at me," She gently pulled her friend's face out of Lily, making Y/N look at her. "You did nothing wrong. Don't let his inability to see your worth take away from how you see yourself." 

"He is an absolute idiot, a bloody moron for not seeing what an absolute treasure he had." Lily agreed, fingers starting to gently braid the hair away from the mourning girl's face. 

Y/N sniffed, smiling bitterly while wiping her eyes. "You know, he uh-" She chuckled, "He tried to lie his way out of everything. Told me he was a werewolf." She threw her hands in the air. "If he's gonna make something up he should at least respect me enough to come up with something that resembles believable." 

To her surprise, the response she got was absolute silence and blank stares, not the disgust and frustration that had been her reaction, and what she supposed would be her friend's. 

"He what?" Was all she got out of them after a stretch of silence that felt like an eternity. 

"He said he was a werewolf." Y/N repeated hesitantly. "Said that Kingsfield had been bringing him Wolfsbane."

Marlene's head swiveled over to Lily, shock written across her face. "He finally did it."

"I never thought he would have the balls too." Lily murmured. "This really wasn't the best way to go about it."

"For being so smart he sure acts stupid." Marlene shook her head.

"Anyone want to clue me in?" Y/N looked between her two best friends, frustrated. "Is there something I need to know?"

The two girls looked at each other and nodded. "I'm telling her, I'm not gonna lie for that prat any longer." Marlene stated, turning toward their hurting best friend. 

"He was telling you the truth, Remus is a werewolf." 

Everything stopped.

"What do you mean?"

"He was being honest, that's why he disappears once a month and shows back up looking half dead." Lily admit. 

Marlene nodded, reaching out to hug Y/N, only for her to pull away just out of arm's reach.

"So, you've both just, known and you let me sit there, terrified about my relationship falling apart?"

"No, no no. Love we've only known for the last two weeks, we swear." Marlene promised.

"And we wanted to tell you, really. But the boys swore that Remus needed to do it, and that he was going too within the next few weeks."

"We promise that we weren't trying to hurt you, and nobody has been pushing for him to tell you more than us. We just didn't expect him to do such a horrible job doing it." Lily comforted, watching as Y/N slowly relaxed back into them.

They all sat silently for a moment, letting the poor girl have as much time as she needed to process, before she broke the silence.

"So... he was telling the truth?" 

They nodded in response.

"And there's nothing going on between him and Kingsfield?"

"He swears there's nothing going on, and honestly, he loves you so much I don't think he's physically capable of cheating." Lily promised.

"Besides, if he does anything I'll castrate him myself." Marlene swore. "'Cause bad werewolves get neutered." 

"Hi."

"Hey.." 

This was the first interaction they'd had in a week and a half. Y/N hadn't been showing up to any of the classes they shared, and Marlene had been bringing food to their dorm, so she didn't have any need to go to the Great Hall, leaving Remus panicked and desperate.

He had done everything he could to convince Lily and Marlene to get Y/N to talk to him, but they wouldn't budge. She would talk to him when she was ready, and not a moment before, that was the only answer he could get out of them about the subject. 

It was quite obvious that neither of them approved of his treatment of their friend, and whilst he didn't want them to be angry, making sure his girlfriend was alright was his top priority. Well, that was if she hadn't decided to break up with him.

The boys weren't thrilled about how everything had gone down either, although they were much kinder to him then the girls were, and yet he couldn't be mad at them. He deserved their scorn, he especially deserved his girlfriend's avoidance, and he owned up to that. What he'd done was massively screwed up, and he should've been honest from the beginning, that was the least Y/N deserved.

But here they were, and he was so relieved that she had decided to grace him with a conversation, even if this conversation was the end of their relationship. If that's what she wanted he wasn't going to stop her, he didn't deserve an attempt at stopping her, not after throwing away her trust. 

"How've you been?" He tried, wincing when she shot him a look. "Sorry, stupid question."

"Remus-" She started.

"-Yes?" He answered immediately, accidently cutting her off with his eagerness to hold a conversation. 

"I just, I need to talk for a minute."

"Oh course-"

"And I need you to listen. Not talk, not try to make me feel better, just listen okay?" She paused, "Please?"

He nodded in response.

"I believe you, I believe what you told me about wha-, who you are." 

He let out a silent breath, relieved that she didn't think he was making cheap excuses.

"And I'm sorry if you didn't feel safe enough to tell me before now. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel threatened, or unable to be yourself around me, I'm very sorry if I didn't love you well.. But you really hurt me, and this has made me question our entire relationship since it was built on a lie." 

Remus closed his eyes and hung his head, absorbing her words like a sponge. They hurt to hear, but he would listen to every single thing she had to say, that was the least he could do. 

"I just, I need an answer and I want you to be completely honest with me, alright?"

He nodded. "I tell you anything you want to know."

"Do you like her? Do you have any feelings for Charlotte?"

This was the question. This was the question that had been eating at her, gnawing at her insides for not just the past week and a half, but the last two months. This was the thing that had torn her up with doubt, slowly creating little tears in the certainty she had in their relationship, but she loved him so much that if he said yes she would let him go.

And she would wish the best for them, wish them nothing but joy, because at the end of the day her anger at him for keeping his lycanthropy a secret would never be able to touch the amount of love she had for this boy. And loving him that much meant that she just wanted him to be happy, even if happiness for him wasn't with her. 

"No, never. I have no feelings for Kingsfield, and I never have." He slowly walked over to her, trying not to spook her away from him. "My love it has been you, all day every day since the moment I first saw you." He took a few steps closer.

"I know you don't believe in love at first sight, but sweet girl I was absolutely infatuated with the very essence of your being since that first moment." Finally close enough, he gently wrapped his arms around her whilst her big doe eyes peered up at him, lash line filled with tears she was fighting to hold onto. "I have screwed up massively, and I take full responsibility. I am so sorry to have put you through this, and to have lied to you for so many years, but my love," he pressed their foreheads together, close enough that he could smell the coconut from her conditioner and see every freckle scattered across her face. "You never did anything wrong. Your very existence is a blessing, and you have loved me better than anyone else ever has. My darling, you have loved me best, and I am so sorry to have ever made you doubt that."

Remus raised his head and pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling her subconsciously sink into him. "I will spend a lifetime making it up to you, if only you will allow me, sweet girl. But if you wish for me to disappear from your life then you'll never have to see my face again, but my darling, I love you more than I could possibly ever describe, and I beg for the chance to make this right."

Home. That was the word that was running through her mind. This is what home felt like. Home smelt like chocolate, fireplaces, old books, parchment and ink. Home felt like warm hugs and oversized jumpers, sweet kisses and comfort. Home was Remus, and Remus was taking accountability.

"It's going to take a lot of work." She murmured, staring up into his eyes. "I'm not sure how long it's going to take."

"That's alright my love." He smiled, "I'll spend the rest of eternity earning your forgiveness."

Y/N giggled, sniffing and gently wiping away the traitorous tears that had fallen from her eyes. "Alright then." She whispered. "I forgive you, and we can give this another try." 

She wasn't able to get out another word before she was being smothered in kisses, Remus being so relieved he could barely think straight. All that mattered at this point was proving to his treasure just how much he loved her. 

And the ring in his pocket was suddenly much lighter, sitting and waiting for the time when it would be slipped on her finger. ​​​​​​​ 

[littlegreenwyvy]

Wear a fucking covid mask

Wear a mask Wear a facemask, when you're indoors

Wear a N95 face mask if you're gonna be in public

wear a face mask

Wear a mask if you're going out

I don't know how to explain to people -- my friends and coworkers and family and strangers and people who make important decisions and people just living their lives -- that you are the reason over a thousand people die every week.

You are the reason I cannot leave my house without risk

You are the reason I can't go to the movies or a bar or to get a haircut or a restaurant or the doctor or the dentist or the library or go to fucking WORK OR SCHOOL without coming to terms with there being a non-zero chance I will be dead within the month.

Just because somebody had a friend over who had a ''''cold'''' last week and I happened to sit next to them on the bus.

“Oh it's not that likely” “Oh it'll be mild” “Oh HEALTHY people don't get severe illnesses”

First of all: Wrong

Second of all:

I"M NOT HEALTHY PEOPLE; I'M DISABLED FROM FUCKING COVID

"Oh it's okay because only YOU will die, not us good and healthy people : )"

My favourite is all the excuses

“Oh things aren't that bad yet so I won't take the preventative measures”

"Well I already had it and it wasn't a big deal, so I'm not gonna bother"

"I'm not gonna live my life in fear"

“Well I don't have to anymore so I'm not going to”

You SHOULD HAVE TO

I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think that you SHOULD have to wear a face mask and stay a meter apart and take a test before going somewhere. At least in a fucking HOSPITAL or something.

I shouldn't have to BRING MY OWN EXTRA FACE MASKS because my doctor DOESN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY IN THE FUCKING OFFICE

And then they give me the fucking look

That look they get in their eyes

From my fucking DOCTOR, who I go to for my CHRONIC ILLNESS, which I got FROM HAVING COVID.

I should be able to go to work or the library or just out in public without risking catching the fucking plague.

So to all people who choose not to wear a mask: I hate every single one of you. All of you who don't wear face masks indoors:

YOU are the reason for this.

Yes even my friends; I'm sorry but I am blaming you and guilting you about it. If we lived nearby I would not be able to hang out with you because you are unsafe for me to be around. And that is fucking HEARTBREAKING. My FRIENDS, who I LOVE DEARLY, and WANT to be around, and I fucking can't, because of decisions that YOU make. All those times we talk about 'oh if we met up' 'oh if you travelled here' I can't fucking TRAVEL are you NUTS?

Do you know how long you're supposed to isolate if you suspect you've been 'in contact' with someone who had covid? CDC says 10 days from when symptoms start. If you still have symptoms on day 11? Start another 10 days.

Do you know what 'in contact' means? Maybe you do maybe you don't; I had to look it up myself, but maybe it was communicated better in your area. If you've been in the same ROOM as someone for 15 minutes; up to 2 days before their symptoms STARTED (and of course while they are showing symptoms) and up to 10 days AFTER their symptoms began. That means if you know someone had covid last week? They're still potentially transmissible. A stranger in the waiting room at the doctor's office has a cough? Possibly covid. And you know the BEST PART? We have NO IDEA how many cases are asymptomatic. That means that ANYBODY in public could potentially transmit it to you. Lower estimates suggest in the single-digits to 10s of percent of covid cases are asymptomatic, while higher estimates say up to 50%. We just don't know! There's no way to because it's not monitored fucking AT ALL anymore!

Do you know what this means?

It means there is NO WAY of knowing what the risk is. It's a gamble, full-on. Even more so than ever before. And do you wanna know what? I wanna fucking live. The potential to lose my entire fucking life isn't worth it for just about anything, if I'm being honest. I've already been through that once. I had a career in music lined up. I was just about to finish my degree as a clarinetist. I was performing in orchestras as a soloist. And you know what happened? I got covid. Suddenly my lungs and my diaphragm don't work so well anymore. For two whole years I couldn't stand or sit upright for more than an hour at a time, or else I would pass out. Nowadays it's improved; it's not more than 4 hours at a time, and I only feel faint for a while before passing out.

But do you know what that means? It means I can't play clarinet anymore. Over a decade of schooling and practicing and mastering my craft: Gone in an instant. I'll never play again. I lost my entire future and my entire career, because I got covid in 2021, from people who had stopped wearing masks because 'covid was over'. They got it. I got it from them. They survived and are fine. I barely survived and I very much am NOT fine.

This is why I'm so reluctant to take any more risk. Even if I survive, what else will I lose?

My ability to taste or smell? My muscle control? Will my heart condition get worse? Will I never be able to think clearly again? I already can't. How much worse can it get?

Sources seem to say: Much worse

I can't stress this enough that I am LUCKY to be where I am now. I can't function if I don't get more than 10 hours of sleep. I have to take medications every day to SURVIVE. At the end of my work day I pass right out, and wake up just in time to get ready for the next day at work. I do not have a life anymore. And I'm LUCKY, because I RECOVERED. THIS is what 'recovery' looks like, from long covid. It may get better over the next few years. It also might not. It DEFINITELY won't if I get covid again.

If YOU don't care about that, or about how that could happen to you, then I will never willingly be around you. Again, this even goes to my dear friends.

Wear a face mask and STOP being the problem

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ok, you can’t just imply about our precious midwestern baby and dr handsome fighting, any type of angst does not belong in their beautiful world🥺

What would be their fist fight about? How would the reconciliation play out?

They have squabbles before it. Little tiffs and instances of butting heads. Huffing matches over a collection of somethings trivial, rolling eyes and pouting silences in the car. They're both incredibly stubborn and strong-willed women. It just kinda comes with the territory.

It helps that they're very, very good at the making up part by now 😏

But the thing is that they're getting serious. Like... really serious.

The kind of actually starting to make life plans together for the future caliber of serious. Their first anniversary has already come and passed and Lexa spends more time at Clarke's house than she does her own anymore. It's been months since they've spent a single night not sharing a bed. Lexa has her own entire dresser in Clarke's bedroom, not just a measly single drawer.

So they serious. And they had both apparently thought they were on the same page.

Clarke, unfortunately, realizes that they truly were not.

Because she had just casually been talking about maybe getting an apartment together some time down the road. Maybe a cat too, because dogs tend to take up too much room. But god, what if they want kids? More than one, because she hated being a single child. How would they even make that work in a one bedroom?

It takes a couple minutes for her to realize Lexa has grown entirely silent. Just sitting there, staring at her with that blank face mask she gets when she's thinking something important. The same damn face that doesn't give Clarke any kind of idea what the hell that 'something' could possibly be.

After some coaxing and an honest to god staring contest just to get her to fucking speak, Lexa just says like it should be obvious:

"Clarke, babe... I'm never gonna move away from here."

And that's... That's just... it. That's the long and short of it. The needle in the balloon of all of the ideas Clarke had been constructing in her head over the last few months. Because she'd thought Lexa knew this job was only ever supposed to be temporary? She thought it was a given that she'd practice here a few years and then move on to another city once she had more experience under her belt. To an actual city. One that doesn't run their water system from a goddamn well...

So it's a pretty big fucking deal when Lexa just calmly says that uh, no, she wasn't aware of that plan. And that, no, she doesn't have any intention of following Clarke if she ever does decide to go.

It's like a punch to the gut and like the world has tipped sideways, and unfortunately, Clarke has a tendency to react to fear and hurt with anger. Which is how it comes to the point of her not-really-shouting, but almost shouting, about how she can't believe this is even happening. Because goddammit Lexa? You're really going to live here your entire life? Here? The place that has one fucking gas station and no grocery store? You're really going to spend your entire life just playing servant to these fucking people whose idea of showing gratitude is to just start bitching about their next problem the second you've fixed this one while they hand you a lukewarm beer?? Your entire life is going to be drunk ass Big Ed calling at 3am asking for a sober ride and— and— and cookouts and little league games and book drives and—

That is just about the time Lexa has had enough 👀. Because Yes, ClarKe, that's exactly what her life is, and it's exactly what her life will always be, because that's who she is. She'd been clear from the start that this was her home, and that these were her people. And fine, maybe they're a little backwards in some ways and yes there's a lot more to be done, but that's exactly why she does what she does. Before her this town didn't even have a damn stop sign, much less any of the other fifty thousand improvements she's implemented. She's made their lives better and she likes knowing that, and wants to keep making it better for the generation that will take over after her. This is little town is her clan. She has a legacy here. She knows what it's like to grow up in a nowhere town that barely has enough resources to function. She's spent the last 10 years of her life working to never let another kid here have to feel those kinds of struggles.

She has no intention of just abandoning all that.

It culminates in Clarke storming out of her own house because,,, Lexa had already chosen to dismiss herself to the bedroom with only a somber, "I love you, Clarke. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. And the last thing in the world I want is to hold you back. But at the same time... I want— I want so many things with you. I want all of it. I want all of you... But you can't ask me to leave."