A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged.
out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t
quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the
last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been
nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get
your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating
whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every
don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and
glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before
your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in
the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again,
although you didn’t exactly tell her that.
too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee
before looking you over one more time.
really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”
kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess
I need to go beg Don for my job back.”
Marinette freezes in her spot behind the counter. Busy replenishing the tins of loose leaf tea for the more popular brews, she hadn’t heard the delicate chime at the front door. She turns in slow-motion to the shop floor, watching as the new customer starts chatting with the blond standing by the shelves. She hadn’t heard the front door chime, which means it’s too late-
“Oh, I have no uncertainteas about finding the right blend for you.”
It’s too late, and Adrien has taken center stage.
The customer, a woman around forty or so, giggles behind her hand and bats her eyelashes at him. Gross.
And it’s not like Marinette can blame her, really: the only thing Adrien has more of than looks is charm, and both are abundant. When the bright-eyed boy with a voice that toed the line between silk and sin had clocked in on the first day, Marinette herself had experienced a good swoon. She’d even made the mistake of mentioning her handsome new co-worker to Alya, resulting in a one-woman warpath dead set on getting the two of them together. Normally, Marinette would appreciate the enthusiasm, were it not for the one glaring, unfortunate, and utterly unavoidable problem:
“Well, I’ll leaf you to browse the rest of our selection,” Adrien says. The grin is quick to his lips, lips that would otherwise be very kissable were they not the purveyors of such unholy atrocities.
Given the way he swings that grin to light on her the moment that the customer looks away, Marinette is sure he’s doing it on purpose.
I have a friend who is like my twin and reading the Damian x batsis twin reminded me of our relationship. I want more *insert mighty need*
that’s really nice!! and I feel kinda honoured that the damian x batsis twin reminded you of your friendship!! that really makes me feel all warm inside! I actually don’t really have any plans yet for a damian x batsis twin but if you have anything you want to see written, send me a request!
Your ficlets are awesome! Thanks for the hard work. Wondering if you could write a birth scene? (Sorry I know it's not everyone's cup of tea)
Well lucky for you it’s exactly my cup of tea! I went with post-serum Steve, because pre-serum, ball-of-sickness Steve giving birth sounds like asking for trouble and hospital births around the 1930s/40s were an actual mess so…yeah… Hope you enjoy! -Jenna