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spencereid-reads · 21 days
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the whole world | s. reid
wc: 3.4k words // warnings: english isn't my first language! soooo much fluuuuuffinessss, swear words maybe? NOT proofread as you can see., a kid, spencer being cute, aaah idk what else, i think this sucks but it's mother's day today where i live and for some reason i couldn't stop thinking about dad!spence so this was born. (ha, that was unintentional)
dad!spence x mom!fem!reader
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you’re not really sure what wakes you up.
if it’s the change of temperature in the bed, a sign that spencer had recently gotten up and started his day. or if it’s the small, soft footsteps running around the house.
you know it’s taking everything in your little hazel not to spoil the mother’s day surprise she’s been working on at school. one of the many features she and her father share is their fascination to talk and talk about anything and everything, and more often than not, you are the person they tell everything to. so your daughter had been in a bit of a predicament since you first picked her up from school on a monday afternoon.
“had fun today, haze?” you asked, buckling her into her seat in the back of your car.
“yeah,” she nodded, kicking her legs in the air.
“what did you do?” it was the same routine every day, and she was ready to begin telling you all about the new special project they started working on when suddenly she heard her teacher’s voice in her head.
‘it’s a surprise for mommy! you all have to try and keep it a secret!’
“can’t say.”
“what?” you asked, leaning back a little, letting her bag drop below her feet.
“miss tate said we can only tell daddy! mommy can’t know until it's mommy day.” she explained.
“ohhh, you’re working on something for mother’s day, lovey?” you smiled as you caressed her cheek, cupping her face with your hand, she leaned into it instinctively.
“...maybe.” she grinned at you.
“okay, honey. you know you can tell me if you want to talk about it, okay? i know you must be so excited, and i promise you i’m not going to be mad, i’m going to love it no matter what it is, got it?” you pressed a few kisses all over her face, your heart melting at the sound of her giggles. “or you can tell daddy when he comes home, he’s good at keeping secrets, you know?”
“yeah! i tell daddy”
and every day leading up to mother’s day, she tried to skip the subject about what she did at school, and as much as you loved that panicked expression on her face, the way her hazel eyes widened and cheeks blushed you decided not to torture her anymore.
she’s so easy to read. just like her father.
her perfect, loving father. who told you to take a day all to yourself that friday leading up to mother’s day, it was also the day when the kids were sent home with the project, so it would also give spence and hazel the chance to hide it and perfect it.
while you enjoyed a day at a spa, filled with massages and pampering, your little loves were at the mall looking for a gift.
“what would you like to give her, haze?” spence asked, looking at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “what do you think mommy would like?”
“well, green is her favorite color. so, green?”
“something green, that sounds nice,” he nodded, his chest nearly trembling as he stole glances at his daughter. five years in and he still found it hard to believe he had a daughter. a child. a perfect, beautiful, smart and kind daughter. who looked so much like him and so much like you at the same time. “i heard her tell auntie em she needed a new handbag.” he suggested,
“we can buy her a green handbag!”
“i think that’s an excellent idea, hazey.” spencer smiled, holding the steering wheel with one hand, the other stretched out towards his child. “high-five,” he said, and felt her tiny hand smack against his, “good girl,” he smiled proudly.
since hazel was still in your womb, you knew she’d be a tall girl. i mean, look at her dad! but at five years old, whilst hazel is tall compared to children her age, she looks tiny when standing next to spencer. her head reached just below his waist, and her arm hurt whenever she walking alongside him because spencer pulled her little hand up to meet his, but she had to stretch so far up and it was just the sweetest sight in the world.
it’s late when you got home that night, thirty minutes past hazel’s bedtime, yet the moment you stepped in you heard the sounds of her favorite cartoon coming from the tv.
blossom instructs her two sisters in a plan to defeat that day’s monster, and you expected to find your own little powerpuff girl running around the living room, but other than the tv, the rest of the house was silent. you kicked off your shoes, walking to the coffee table to turn the tv off when you saw them.
spencer with his back on the couch, somehow his legs bent but still managed to stay upright, and your daughter resting against his chest, his arms around her, keeping her close and safe.
and you took a second or two to soak in the view. spencer’s head was to the side, and hazel was pressed so far into his neck that it’s hard to point out where his curls end and hers begin.
you walked to them, your hand reaching to play with hazel’s hair as you leaned to press a kiss to spencer’s forehead. it’s scary how quickly they capture your undivided attention, just the sight of either of them was enough to make you drop whatever it was you were doing.
“hey,” spencer’s voice was groggy, sleep evident in it and in the way he struggled to peel his eyes open, like his eyelids were begging to stay shut.
“it’s okay, go back to sleep. i’ll take her,” you said, but felt a light tug on your wrist.
“c’mere,” he mumbled, scooting to the back of the couch and making space for you. you gave in, squeezing your way in and adjusting hazel on top of you so you don’t choke with her hair against your mouth. “had fun?” you felt spencer’s hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin, sneaking under your shirt.
“yeah. thank you, needed it,” you don’t know if it’s the busy day you had, or just the sight of your two loves sleeping that made you feel tired, too. you covered a yawn with the back of your hand. “you?”
“mhm,” he hummed in agreement, “hazey couldn’t decide on one thing. said you’d loved so many things. got you everything.”
“spence-” you scolded lightly.
“i know. but you should’ve seen her. too cute. too much like you.”
“like you, you mean.”
“hmm,” he opened one eye, pulling you closer, being careful with your girl on top of you. “like us. she’s got the best of us.”
and she does.
she’s funny and smart like spencer, kind and caring like you.
you don’t know where the sassiness came from, though.
(kidding, it’s all spencer, he wouldn't admit it)
“daddy, can i put a candle?” hazel asks, she’s done with placing the grapes into a bowl and looking for something else to add to your ‘mother’s day pavaganza’, a phrase she’d picked up from hearing auntie penny ask about your spa day, and had repeated to her spencer, who didn't have the heart to correct her when she sounded so adorable.
“i just know those little geniuses have a big mother’s day extravaganza planned for you,” she’d said, just as hazel entered the kitchen.
“on the pancakes?” spencer asks, she nods. “sure,”
the drawer slams a little louder than she’d intended, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as her eyes widen in shock.
“sorry, daddy!” she runs to him, one hand on the stool she’s currently trying to climb, the other fisting spencer’s pajama pants. “here,” she hands him the pink birthday candle you’d used for her birthday cake.
“thank you, hazey,”
you chuckle as you listen to them, you can’t hear all of it, but you can tell she’s getting louder the more excited she gets. it’s only a matter of minutes before the chaos that had been in the kitchen joins you in your bedroom. you pretend to sleep, curling into spencer’s side of the bed, and closing your eyes.
“she’s asleep! daddy, can i wake her?” you hear her laughing when you fake snore.
“go ahead, haze, gentle,” he reminded her, even though he knew you were awake.
“mommy,” you hear her running to the other side of the bed, “mama,” she climbs in next to you, lying next to you, you feel her breath on your face. then she presses wet, sloppy kisses on your cheek, and you swoon.
“hmm, who's giving me such sweet kisses?” you ask, being met with a grinning hazel as you open your eyes.
“it's mommy day!” she exclaims, arms looping around your neck with a strength you hadn't expected, “love you mommy,”
“i love you too, my angel, so, so, so much,” you wrap your arms around your little girl and hug her tight, setting your back against the mattress. you kiss all over her face and head, her little hands sticky and stained in maple syrup and jam.
“made you mommy day food,” she laughed as you tickled her sides. “daddy!”
spencer has taken residence by the end of the bed, the tray filled with breakfast set carefully on his lap.
“happy mother's day, honey,” he whispered against your lips, once the tray has been set in front of hazel, who can't help but pick a few slices of fruit to help herself.
“thank you, love you,” you kissed him once more, running a hand through his hair as you turn to look at your girl. “is it yummy?” you ask her as she pops a grape in her mouth, she nods, “i bet it's cause you and your daddy made it.”
it's a few hours later, after you're all showered and dressed, that you go downstairs and find the living room all decorated, with balloons and strings and three pieces of paper stuck to the wall that read ‘happy’, ‘mommy’, ‘day’ in spencer’s handwriting, but drawings made by hazel surrounding the words.
“mommy close your eyes,” you're sitting on the couch, all the gifts that hazel couldn't choose from are now open and on the coffee table. turns out the other gifts had just been little trinkets, a headband, a small bracelet, a keychain. “it's time for the surprise!”
“what surprise? i didn't know there would be a surprise!” your heart melted at her laughter.
“daddy cover her eyes,” she orders, and spencer makes his way around the sofa, standing behind you, he leans down, tilting your head back and pressing his lips on your temple.
“i’ve got it, hazey,” he nearly purrs against your skin, and as spencer continues his soft attack on your face, you hear hazel running through the house, “we hid it in my office,” he pulls back a little, staring at you with so much love.
“thank you for today,” you whisper, your cheeks were now hurting from the permanent smile that had been on your face the entire day.
“it's nothing, you deserve the world, honey.” and he means it. when he was young he'd pushed the idea of love to the side, with his job and his lack of social skills it was hard to picture a future with a family, but here he was. thanks to you. “i love you so much, you've got no idea,” he leaned down again, this time kissing your lips, accomplishing two things at once.
kissing you, and getting you to close your eyes.
“ready mommy?” you'd been so wrapped up in your husband that you missed your daughter walking back to you.
you looked down to see a scrapbook (just a few colored paper sheets binded by ribbon), a picture of you and hazel on the cover, in the middle.
“angel, this is beautiful,” you coo through teary eyes, embracing her fully before you even looked at the rest of the book.
the three of you settled on the sofa, with hazel between you two as she explained why she picked the pictures, something she'd done with spencer’s help. the pages were decorated with crayon drawings, glitter hearts, and stickers.
the last picture brought even more tears to your eyes, you were sitting in a hospital bed, with spencer by your side, his hand wrapped around your back, the both of you staring down at the new little baby that had just been born.
hazel’s first ever picture.
“look at this, hazey, you were so tiny,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, “and look at you now, you're so big, my sweet girl.”
“daddy said this is the day you became a mommy,"
“technically i was a mommy when you were in my belly,” you patted your stomach, “but my entire life was changed the minute you were born, i loved you before i even knew you, and i didn't know i could feel that much love for someone so little. hazey-” you said, shuffling her around so she was sitting on your lap, spencer pressed your back against his chest. you looked back at him, kissing his cheek.
“your daddy and i love you so much. it's an honor being your parents. every day i thank the stars that you're our little baby, that we get to raise you and see you grow. thank you for making me your mommy,”
“love you, mommy,” she nestled against your neck, “love you, daddy,” she reached up, puckered lips against spencer's other cheek.
“love you, hazey, you're my wish come true,” spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head.
that night, as you get ready for bed, feeling tired from all the emotions of the day, you snuggle against spencer's side.
“thank you for today. for helping haze,”
“of course, sweet, i told you, you deserve the world,” his lips meet yours in a gentle, slow kiss.
“i already have my whole world with me,” you tell him, voice full of sleep and love. “thank you for giving me my world.”
and if spencer had a time travel machine he would tell his younger self to not lose hope. the best years of his life were yet to come, his world wouldn't end when members of his chosen family left the team, his whole world and family were on the way.
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05/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Vico Ortiz; Samba Schutte (Tangy & Zangy); TellTaleAwards; Emmy4Taika; Watch Party Reminders; OFMD Big Bang 2024!; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika
== Vico Ortiz ==
Finally got some of the pictures from the Them Fatale Vico participated in a while back!
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Source: Vico Ortiz' IG stories
== Samba Schutte ==
Awww, Samba made an amazing new desert! This time with the theme Tangy & Zangy <3
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Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram
== Tell Tale Awards ==
The Tell-Tale TV Awards voting are up! There are several categories with Queer shows so if you have the time please take some time to fill them in! You can vote for up to 3 per category. Not only does OFMD show up, but Good Omens, Deadloch, Dead Boy Detectives, etc.
OFMD Categories Below:
Favorite Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Our Flag Means Death
Favorite Performer in a Cable or Streaming Comedy Series (Round 1) - Rhys Darby / Ruibo Qian
== Emmy Considerations ==
You asked and they made it happen! Thank you to our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction for more Emmy Consideration graphics, this time for Taika! Here's the Google Drive
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Everyone is encouraged to make your own as well! If you do I'd love to see them so please be sure to share!
== Watch Party Reminders ==
Our Flag Means Death Season 2 May 28-31 (we're skipping Memorial Day) Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30 pm BST Need access? We're doing a WP on the RhysDarbyFaction Discord server, feel free to hit me up on tumblr @gentlebeardsbarngrill or @ aspirantabby42 on Twitter for access.
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== OFMD Big Bang 2024! ==
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For all of you who're seasoned OFMD tumblr folks, you probably have heard of OFMD Big Bang before! For our newer members of the fandom check out the description below by OFMD Big Bang Tumblr.
What is the Our Flag Means Death Big Bang? A big bang is a writing and art challenge pairing authors and artists to complete a long work of fiction. The OFMD Big Bang is centered around stories which take place in the Our Flag Means Death universe with a minimum word count requirement of 10,000. 
Interested in joining? Author and Artist sign-ups open on June 1! Here's the upcoming Schedule. Visit the @ofmdbigbang tumblr for more information!
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Cast Cards =
Today's Cast Card is Stephen Papps, aka an English Lieutenant from "Mermen". Thanks @melvisik!
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== Big Gay Energy Podcast ==
Our crewmates over at Big Gay Energy Podcast have a new episode out! This time they're discussing Season 1 Episode 10! Listen in on your favorite podcast platform via their Linktr.ee.
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== Mermay ==
= Snejpowa =
Day 26: Teal More Mermay! I love that some folks took Teal and did something with Stede, and others with Oluwande! Thanks @snejpowa for this iconic Stede scene, you can feel the wobble!
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= blueberreads =
Wow! Check out this gorgeous rendition of Oluwande and his Teal earring for Day 26 of MerMay by @blueberreads! That is gorgeous!
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= GooGooGoJob! =
As usual @googoogojob has some more stunning work for MerMay! Day 18: Calypso's Birthday / Day 19: Rowboat / Day 20: High on a Rocky Ledge
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== Stjernegaupe ==
Our friend @stjernegaupe has so many more MerMay fun submissions! I love how they interpret the various prompts! I want the Revenge for a flag!
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== Love Notes ==
Hey Crew! I hope the weekend was kind to you and you got to do something fun!
I'm a bit off today. I hope you can forgive me for not saying much. Please remember that you are such a gift to this world. I think about you all a lot, and I hope you know you're doing great. Just a little love note from someone else today. Have a good Monday-- whether it's a holiday or a workday. Take care <3
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Source: AlexaAubreyPoetry on Instagram
== Daily Darby / Today's Taika =
Tonight's theme is just these two giving each other hugs cause I need more of it in this life. Gif Courtesy of @usersukuna
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Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Request)
Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x F! Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.7k
Author's Note: I'm so excited that we'll have new Kendall Succession content soon! Thank you so much for this request, I think being Kendall's trophy wife would be a whole ass job but so worth it 😅 Also writing about leaving a shitty job felt very cathartic as I am going through something similar at the moment, so I am very grateful for this request, obsessed with your description of throwing your feminist card away for this, and apologies for all the projecting!💓
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Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Smut)
You were good at your job. Great in fact. No matter what your 1,000-year old boss said when he forgot his password and blamed it on you. No matter how many times you were ahead of schedule on a project and then the deadline got moved. No matter how many times you had to lock yourself in a bathroom stall just to take a few deep breaths alone so you weren't crying at your desk. You were good at your job. But was it worth it?
You'd worked hard to rise through your industry until you started to really see the benefits of being close to the top, but the heavy responsibilities and long nights and constant demands had started taking a toll right around the time you met Kendall. Kendall whose job was somehow even more demanding than yours, and who needed all the support you could offer him every waking moment, clinging to your kindness like it was the first he was ever shown. It was easy to see Kendall was smitten from the first day, never hiding his efforts to spend time with you, showering you with gifts and invitations to be on his arm at what seemed like every major event in the world. It was exhausting balancing late night galas with your job, and trying to be there for Kendall when his family got too much and he needed to retreat to the safe harbour of your arms. You could feel yourself getting more and more worn out as your relationship developed, with Kendall always offering to sit out events for a quiet night in, despite how much you both loved the excuse to don a designer dress and spend the night laughing together, hand locked in his no matter what.
You didn't wake up until a least your third alarm that Monday, the bright light trickling through a gap in the long velvet curtains making you wish you could hide under the duvet forever.
"Is that your alarm babe? You can't seriously have to be up for work already?" Groaned Kendall beside you, reaching out to wrap his arm over your stomach, covered only by a t-shirt he'd loaned you on your first sleepover and never got back, as he silenced the beeping beside you.
"I can lie here for five more minutes and then I've got to get ready." You sighed wearily, setting the deadline for yourself, ignoring the cloud of dread hanging over you at the thought of another day in that awful office.
"Just don't go, you hate it there, and you always come home bummed out afterwards. Just stay in bed with me forever." Kendall argued, rising up on his elbows and shifting until his face hovered an inch from yours, soft smile breaking down your defenses with lightning speed.
"I can't just not go Kendall, it's my job." You sighed, gracing him with a soft kiss before gathering all your strength to drag yourself out from under his slim build.
"You don't need a job gorgeous, especially not a job you don't like. You should quit and then we'd get to spend more time together." You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, until you focused on his face again, completely serious about his proposal.
"Kendall I can't just quit and hang out with you all day." You could feel your heart sink at your own words, the option presented to you so much more enticing than the day you had ahead of you. As you moved to sit up Kendall let his weight keep you in place, shaking his head at your attempted escape.
"Hey I still have four minutes left to make my case!" His voice was hoarse first thing in the morning and as his lips fell to yours again you could feel your resolve softening,
"Okay, you can try and convince me." You let your head fall back against the pillow as Kendall shifted his body completely over yours, lips gently marking a journey over your throat as he spoke,
"First, most people have a job to make money, and you don't ever need to worry about money again because we have more than enough together." His kisses trailed down towards your shoulder, feeling the subtle shift of your hips under him as your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. "Also, I miss you when you're at work, and that's no fun for me." You missed the playful glint in his eye as he spoke, softly landing one hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles across the sensitive skin with his fingertips as they climbed.
"Kendall, I - " You thought about protesting, but his lips cut you off as you spoke, continuing his thoughtful plea,
"Number three, the idiots you work with don't respect you. But I respect every part of you, and every one of your needs." His warm palm pressed into your thigh, shifting your legs apart slightly, smiling with devilish glee as you let him do it. "Working there makes you unhappy, and you should never have to do anything that makes you feel bad. I only ever want you to feel good." You could feel your excitement building with anticipation as his hand slowly climbed towards your centre, body twitching against his as his fingers brushed over the soft fabric of your underwear. Dipping his head to your stomach, his hands tugged at the worn shirt until it was bunched up at your shoulders, your chest exposed for his trailing lips to explore as he spoke,
"We have a lot more fun here than you do at work right?" He asked teasingly as his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, drinking in your breathy sigh as you nodded and hummed in agreement, lifting your hips to help him remove the barrier stopping him from accessing all of you.
"Good girl," he cooed as his fingers traced over your slit, moving teasingly slowly as his lips peppered your chest with kisses, tongue darting over your nipples until they hardened at his touch.
"You're also way too sexy to have an office job, you should let someone who couldn't just lie in bed naked all day have your job, as like, a public service." You could feel him grin against your skin as he spoke, easing his fingers between your folds and feeling your warm slick welcome him.
"Mmm, see, it's not fair for you to ever leave me here alone when you're clearly made for me to touch." You watched through hooded eyes as he withdrew his fingers slowly and brought them to his lips, "and taste," he added before dropping his hand back to your entrance, pumping his hand between your thighs and feeling your chest rise and fall against his hungry lips.
"Kendall, please." You sighed out at his gentle touch, needing more as frustration began to build in your aching core.
"Final reason, number I lost fucking count because there are so many reasons - I need you too much. I need you every morning, and every night, and every bullshit event, and every good day and every bad day okay? I need you all the time." The burning intensity in his gaze as he spoke had you squirming at his touch, the pounding of your heart echoing in your swimming head as he kissed a path down over your stomach, face hovering just above where you craved him most. His hand stilled against your dripping slit, breath teasingly close to your tingling clit. "So should I stop and let you go to work? Or do you want to stay here with me?" A smug smile spread across his face as you replied, almost begging,
"I'll stay Kendall, please!" Satisfied with your answer his fingers dipped inside you again, faster this time, brushing against your walls as his tongue lapped at your neglected clit, quickly building the pressure inside again.
"You're going to quit your job?" He almost commanded the question, rewarding each nod of your head with a wet kiss on your sensitive bud.
"You're going to let me take care of you?" You could feel the brush of his cheek on your inner thigh as he smiled at the question, your 'yes' coming out as a moan as you felt yourself grow closer and closer to release, the excitement in your core bubbling up to its boiling point.
"You're going to be my gorgeous, loving, trophy wife?" His eyes seemed to sparkle at the word wife, full of warmth and hope with the thought of having you by his side for the rest of his life.
"Yes Kendall!" Your voice caught on his name as your thighs began to shake, his tongue frantically lapping at your clit at the pressure inside you finally snapped, clenching down on his fingers and trembling under him.
"Good girl." He purred as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of you, fingers working until your soft form finally stilled, hands finding his face and pulling him into a hungry kiss. Wrapping your arms over his neck you pulled him tight against your lips, letting your tongue drink in your own taste, body on fire with sensitivity after your start to the day. Finally you let your brain catch up with the agreement you'd made in exchange for pleasure, interrupting Kendall's eager kisses with a reminder of reality,
"I still have to give two weeks notice." You sighed, laughing as Kendall shook his head vigorously at the suggestion,
"No way, I'll just hire a model to pretend to be you at the office for the next two weeks. Done, problem solved," looking very proud of himself at the suggestion.
"Why a model?" You laughed, realising you weren't getting out of this bed for any reason today if Kendall was getting his way.
"Fuck off, have you seen you?!" He grinned at your flattered smile as you pulled his lips back against yours, only to feel his hands start wandering again, "Actually, I could do with seeing even more of you."
It's safe to say anytime you thought about getting a job outside of supportingt Kendall, he would remind you exactly why you agreed to be his, full-time.
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Hyunjin sickfic when. *folds arms waiting patiently* 🤭
I love your writing sm I’m gonna cry
𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨
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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)
genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hospital visit. this one's got angst in it. reader is sick (with a sprained ankle). hyunjin is worried af, as he should be lmao. reader has low self-esteem w/her dancing abilities, and has difficulty opening up about how she truly feels. pet names (affectionately). toothe-rotting fluff.
word count: 6.3k (yikes got carried away with this one wtf)
summary: it's been proving to be very difficult to keep the dance class that you take three times a week a secret from your boyfriend hyunjin. and the lies only become even harder to tell when you suddenly hurt your foot during class one night.
a/n: originally, i was planning on posting this yesterday as a kind of valentine's day gift for you guys, but then uni homework raw-dogged me like a total bitch and i got fucked over with a horrible migraine later in the night... i love my life!!! 😊 anyways, this was really fun to write- i FUCKING ADORE SOFT HYUNJIN!!! 😭 thanks for requesting, @hyungenie5... i hope this little piece of writing is to your liking, and thanks for your support~ 🤍
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
The dance class was supposed to remain a secret. No one - not even your boyfriend Hyunjin - was supposed to know that you were taking it until it was long over in the summer. By the end of the class, you hoped that your skills would improve immensely and that you’d be able to join your boyfriend in the studio some time to dance with him. 
 But unfortunately, those grand plans all came to a halt late one Friday night. 
 When you were practicing a certain twirl that had been giving you a hard time for the past week. For some reason, one of the laces of your sneakers had come undone. And this prompted you to trip over it when you suddenly came out of the spin. 
 You landed on the ground in a heap of limbs, clenching down hard on your jaw at the feel of a sharp pain shooting through your left ankle. The ache was agonizing, and it took everything in you to not scream out in anguish at the feeling that had quickly exploded inside your ankle. 
 Soon, your classmates rushed over and helped you off of the floor and onto a nearby bench, where your teacher took a look at your foot.
 “It doesn’t look too bad, it’s just a bit swollen from the impact,” she said, peering up at you, a sheen of sweat glistening across her exposed forehead. It was sweltering in the practice room at the gym where you were taking the lessons, and everyone crowding around you was out of breath from the routine that the class had been practicing tirelessly for the last month or so. “I’d advise you to keep off of it as much as you can for the next few days and ice it every night. Don’t come into class Monday and instead give it a rest, and it should be better by the next session on Wednesday.” Your teacher instructed you, before giving your knee a gentle squeeze and going back to a group of students who needed her advice on a certain move. You had class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday late in the night, but surprisingly, the sessions were always packed with wannabe dancers, even late into the night. It just proved how many people desperately wanted to become better dancers. And you were one of those ‘people.’ 
 “Can you make it to your car alone?” One of your classmates asked. You looked up at Yejun, offering her a smile that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. You had met her soon after you started the class, and the two of you had grown closer over the past few months. 
 But no one knew who you were dating - who your boyfriend of three years was. They couldn’t know, otherwise, that would jeopardize everything Hyunjin did for work and your entire livelihood. So, you mostly stayed silent about the intimate details of your personal life with everyone else and opted to talk about the surface-level things in your life.
 “Yeah, I don’t think I can do it,” you laughed in a humorless kind of way. Without another word, Yejun was picking up the large duffle bag that you always brought with you to practice. Then, she was slipping an arm around your waist and leading you out of class and through the spacious gym. It was still relatively busy even for it being so late in the night on a Friday.
 “You promise that you’re gonna rest?” She rose a black, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way as you shuffled out of the main doors of the gym. 
 And even though you had only known her for a few months, she could get a pretty good read on you. How you didn’t like asking people for help and how you tended to bottle things up all of the time. You had done such a thing since you were a very little girl, and you supposed there was no changing the way your mind was built. Even still, this aspect of your personality drove Hyunjin insane. He’d pry and pry and pry for you to tell him what was truly wrong with you, and it’d take more than just a few kisses and gentle words to finally get you to talk. It didn’t matter who you were with - who you were talking to - you just… couldn’t talk about really personal stuff most of the time. 
 “Yeah, yeah- I’ll rest all this weekend.” You rolled your eyes at Yejun as you stopped just in front of your car. You pulled out your keys, unlocking the doors before throwing your duffle bag into the backseat. 
 “Okay, well… drive safe and take it easy, yeah?” She mumbled, pulling you into a gentle hug, and you gave her a quick pat on the back before pulling away. “See you on Wednesday?” 
 You flashed her a playful wink, “Sure thing!” You waved her off as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car. Your friend returned the gesture before she turned around and jogged back into the gym. 
 As soon as she was out of sight, you let out the moan of misery that you had been holding in for the last few minutes. The pain seemed to shoot through your ankle in quick increments, traveling up the length of your leg and pooling in your knee. 
 Holding onto the steering wheel with a death-like grip, you took a few deep breaths. The ache wouldn’t be this bad forever. You just needed to ice it. Just follow what your teacher told you to do, and you’ll be fine. You said all of these things and more to yourself inside your head as you turned your key in the car's socket and the car’s ignition roared to light. 
 Just get home and get in bed, and then everything will be alright. 
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 But everything was not alright. 
 This was made so apparent when you stood in front of your apartment door and the remembrance dawned on you that Hyunjin had the entire weekend off. So that meant that he would be home earlier than he usually would be on a Friday night. And since it was a quarter-past-eleven at night, he was sure to be home.
 Fuck. 
 It had already been an entire production getting out of your car and into your apartment’s elevator, what with your limping form and all. But now you had to face your very own boyfriend, who wasn’t even aware that you were taking a dance class in the first place. You wanted it to be a surprise for him. You had always been self-conscious about your dance skills ever since you were a little girl. 
  And then you went ahead and started dating one of the best dancers in all of the Kpop industry. As a consequence, your self-esteem in the dancing department tanked astonishingly low. You’d regularly join Hyunjin in the studio late at night at the company, and sometimes he’d try to teach you some of Stray Kids choreo. But most of the time, you made a complete fool of yourself, and instead opted to just watch him from the sidelines. Watch in silence, offering praise when you could, about how perfect his angles were, how amazing his technique was, and how his flow and rhythm were impeccable with the music. 
 Meanwhile, deep inside your mind, you were playing the same thought over and over again; why can’t you just be a better dancer like him? Why can you just not suck at it, for once in your damn life? He probably thinks your horrible, and he’s right… no wonder why he stopped offering you teach you. 
 But in the new year, finally feeling fed up from always feeling shitty when your boyfriend would show you a video of his dance practices, or when you’d watch him in the studio, you decided to sign up for the beginner's contemporary dance class at your local gym. 
 It was daunting, at first, to go by yourself without knowing anyone there, but soon, you got used to the feeling and genuinely started to enjoy your time spend in the studio. It was hard work, that was for sure, but you liked the idea of finally finishing it in the early spring and then surprising your amazingly-talented dancer boyfriend with the choreo that you had learned and practiced tirelessly for the past few months, unbeknownst to him. 
 To keep the class a secret from Hyunjin, you had lied and told him that you were going to the local gym and lifting weights. And it wasn’t a complete lie, because technically, you were at the gym. You just weren’t lifting any weights. 
 Nevertheless, Hyunjin had been hesitant about the idea. Especially since you would be coming and going so late at night. At first, he had protested against it because of how many creeps could be hanging around the gym that late at night. He didn’t want you willingly putting yourself in any danger from being out so late alone. But, after much negotiation and pleading on your part, you had managed to convince him to be okay with it. And then, you were off… attending the class three times a week and absorbing the lessons like a little ocean sponge out in deep sea waters. 
 You gathered up all of the courage you still had inside of you as you shuffled across the apartment’s threshold. A couple of the lights were left on in the living room, and dim classical music was filtering out through the nearby room to the right of you. Hyunjin’s art studio. The two of you had chosen this specific apartment to rent out because it offered two bedrooms, and the space that he wanted to make his office had an amazing, large bay window that showcased a huge portion of Seoul's cityscape. The view in there was breathtaking and was the key inspiration for a lot of his recent art pieces. 
 A sigh of relief fled from your lips as you dropped your duffle bag down on the nearby dining room table and made to get some ice for your foot. Your entire body was sticky from your dried sweat, and you longed to hop into the shower for a nice cool-off. Just as soon as you ice your ankle. 
 Just as you were filling up a small plastic bag of ice, you heard a door open behind you. Then, in a few beats, you felt two long arms wrap around your waist from behind. If you weren’t in so much pain at that moment, you would’ve been happy to feel Hyunjin’s presence at your back. But mostly, you just felt exhausted and irritable. And these were two things that didn’t mix well together.
 “Welcome home, sweetheart,” he muttered, as he leaned down with his tall frame to pepper gentle kisses against your shoulder. “How was your workout?” 
 “Fine, I guess.” You said in a slightly-dismissive tone, as you finished filling up your baggie with ice. 
 “And why in the world are you filling up a plastic bag with ice?”
 Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his question. Because in your state of discomfort and exhaustion, you hadn’t thought out the lie that you would have to tell him for why you could barely fucking walk. And you definitely couldn’t tell him to the extent that the pain was at. But there was no getting around the fact that you had hurt yourself, so better to tell a small white lie than ignore it entirely. 
 “I, uh- kinda hurt my foot when I was working out with weights tonight, but I’m okay.” You said, trying to keep your voice light and airy. 
 Immediately as the words fell from your lips, Hyunjin was turning you around. His eyes raked over your face, assessing your neutral expression before flitting down to the rest of your body. Like he’d be able to see any other injuries you hadn’t told him about if he looked hard enough. 
 “Are you sure you’re okay?” His brows were furrowed in worry, the concern blatantly shining in his dark brown eyes. His fingers brushed across your cheek, before tucking a few stray, sweaty strands of your hair behind your ear. 
 You gave him a soft smile, leaning up to ruffle his fluffy, peachy-pink hair a little bit. “Yes babe, I’m fine.” 
 “Then, you should rest and use the ice pack.” 
 You gave him a sardonic grin, “That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped my plans and started to grill me with questions.” 
 He slipped his arms from your hips and reluctantly stepped away from your frame to allow you space to continue your routine. But not before he leaned down into you with his towering form and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. And if your foot didn’t currently hurt like a bitch, you probably would’ve melted into his embrace and let him hold and kiss you for a long time after that. Instead, you just felt like a sweaty ball of painful shit and wanted to hop into bed as soon as possible. 
 “I’ll be in my office if you need anything…” Hyunjin’s delicate voice stayed with you in the kitchen, as he trekked back to the door to his office. 
 You quickly grabbed a kitchen dish towel to use to wrap around your bag of ice. “Alright. I’m going to take a quick shower and then head to bed.” 
 “I’ll be there in a little while,” your boyfriend said, and when you looked up at him, he was giving you this sweet, pure look of devotion. But it was also mixed with a tad bit of unease. He never did like the idea of you being injured in any way. “Try to get some rest, yeah?” 
 “Sure, baby,” you flashed him a wink, “but only if you come to bed relatively early tonight.” It seemed like he was always slipping into bed late these days… curling up behind you well past three in the morning. He proclaimed that it was only because inspiration struck him the strongest late into the night, and while you weren’t one to stand between an artist and their craft, there had to be a better solution for inspiration than ruining his entire sleep schedule.
 “I'll sure try, sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s soft voice followed behind you, as you made your way to your shared bedroom. 
 At least you weren’t the only one who told lies in the relationship. 
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 The next day, your foot hurt like a literal bitch all day long. The pain wasn’t too bad after you first woke up, and upon icing it for a little while, it felt somewhat better. But then you went about the apartment doing the chores that you usually did every Saturday, and the discomfort returned tenfold. 
 At one point, it was so bad that when you sat down on the living room couch for a few minutes to give it a rest, you could barely get up again. And when you untucked your sock after lunch, you noticed how your left foot was looking a little… discolored. Some parts of your ankle were grayed, and a tiny bit of swelling was present too. But you had hurt it in dance, so that was to be expected. 
 You tried to hide the agony that you were in from your boyfriend, but being the perceptive man that he was, he automatically picked up on it. After all, he had become attuned over the years to understanding when you were feeling shitty since it took you so long to admit to him how you were feeling. Throughout the day, he’d ask you if you were okay and force you to sit down for a few minutes to ice the hurting foot. 
 But it was after dinner that he finally decided to put his foot down about the whole thing. He had dragged you over to the living room couch, practically throwing you onto the plush cushions before plopping down beside you. 
 “And what gives you the right to think you can throw me around like your own personal rag doll?” You asked, playfulness dripping from your tone. You turned to him and rose a quizzical eyebrow his way as he turned on the tv and flipped through Netflix to find a movie to watch. The usual thing that you two liked to do every Saturday night; was curl up on the couch and get all cozy with each other. The movie nights either ended in one of two ways, cuddling until you both fell asleep right then and there, or making out and soon traveling into the bedroom for a long night of fun. 
 “I’m forcing you to take a break, that’s what I’m doing,” he leveled you with a serious face, a slight frown pulling his mouth downwards. 
 You folded your arms across your chest defensively, “I don’t need a break, babe. I’m fine.” 
 “Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I’ve just been imagining all of the pained faces that you’ve been making all day, or that perpetual furrow in your brow that you always get when you’re holding something in?” Hyunjin said, voice completely flat. Just then he reached out to you, wrapping a long arm around your waist and yanking you close to his side before tucking a fuzzy blanket around the two of you. 
 “I’m not furrowing my brows.” You said defensively, even though you had given up on fighting him any longer. Honestly, you were a little too tired from all of the hurt and activity of the day to care. So you snuggled deeper against him, slinging your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent of fresh linen and sweet roses. “And besides, the apartment needed cleaning. A bad foot wasn’t going to stop me from completing my mission.” You had taken some pain medication soon after lunch, but since it was late into the night, it had worn off. You’d have to take some before you went to bed, but it didn’t seem to help that much, since you had still been in pain even after taking it in the middle of the day.
 “Just shut up and relax, will ya?” Your boyfriend all but grumbled, as he finally selected some random thriller to watch. You hid your smile behind your blanket as you felt him lean down and press a few kisses atop the crown of your head. “Just want you to feel better, my love…” 
 You turned your head up on his shoulder so that you were staring right into his expressive dark-brown eyes. “And I already do feel better just with your kisses alone.” A smirk spread across your mouth, as you leaned into him and your mouths met again in a soft kiss. 
 Your boyfriend motioned with his head to the flashing tv screen in front of the two of you, “Now, let’s focus on the movie so that you can get your mind off of the discomfort.” 
 A few giggles escaped from deep inside of you at his serious tone. He truly did care a lot about you and your well-being. And so that’s why you didn’t want to tell him how bad the pain was. Because you knew that as soon as you told him, he’d get himself all worked up into a tizzy and obsess over your health until you were back to one-hundred-and-twenty percent. Would practically nurse you back to health, ignoring all of his other duties at the company until he could confirm with his own two eyes that his girlfriend was feeling much better than before. 
 So you stayed silent, refraining from revealing to him how much agony you truly were in from your foot alone. You turned your attention to the movie in front of you. 
 And the feel of his long, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing slightly, the comforting sense of his warm body just beside yours, did wonders to the pain. It worked better than any of the medicine in the entire world, and you soon found yourself completely ignoring and forgetting the ache that was shooting through your foot and up into your veins and instead was basking in the feel and smell of your very loving boyfriend. 
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 “Sweetheart, do you want to stop and take a rest for a minute?” Hyunjin asked you in a gentle voice the next day. What with it being Sunday and since the two of you were still off from work, you had decided to spend the day out on the town - shopping around. 
 You two had already eaten a sweet breakfast of pastries and coffee at a local cafe and were currently walking the streets of Hongdae, in search of a matching set of hoodies that fit both of your styles perfectly. So far, you had had no luck at the boutiques that you had already searched. The fuzzy hoodies were either too frilly or too plain...
 You shook your head vehemently, “No, I’m fine… don’t worry about me.” But you knew you telling him that would only make him worry even more. Since your foot only hurt even worse when you woke up early that morning. The pain throbbed up your leg now, and it felt like somehow was grasping harshly at your left ankle bone every time you walked on it, rattling the thing bitterly. 
 You were practically limping pathetically at your boyfriend's side, desperate hands clutching at his arm to stop you from completely toppling over into a pile of weak limbs right there. Because that’s what you were feeling at that exact moment; weak. 
 Hyunjin ran a frustrated hand through his peachy-pink locks, an exasperated sigh flooding from his lips, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to us going out today-” He started to grumble beside you. 
 Just then, the two of you stepped over a particular area of sidewalk that was somewhat cracked in the middle. And of course, your left shoe - your bad foot - just had to get caught in the tiny space there. Immediately, your body hurled to the ground as you grasped for your boyfriend. Thankfully, he caught you just in time before you hit the asphalt, pulling you up onto your feet again. 
 And when you stood straight once more, the agony only intensified even more so. Feeling so overwhelmed by it, and so, so weary with sudden despair, a tiny cry escaped past your lips as your legs gave out from underneath you. Toppling onto the ground in a heap of exhaustion, the tears were freely flowing down your cheeks. 
 Hyunjin was already crouching at your side, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Darling, what’s wrong-” He began, the worry seeping from his tone. 
 “It’s hurts, Hyunjin… like, a lot…” You managed to get out in between your sobs. Your vision was blurry from your tears, cheeks warm to the touch at the embarrassment of feeling others' eyes on you as they passed by on the street. 
 But not another word needed to be spoken, as you were soon being lifted into your boyfriend’s arms. And a moment later, he was gently placing you down on a nearby bench. 
 He was then crouching in front of your feet, gently grasping at your left foot and holding it out to him slowly. “Can I take a look at it, sweetheart?” He asked you with all of the tenderness in the world. The look in his eyes then- one of pure apprehension and heartache did something funny to your heart and only made you cry even harder. You nodded your head in silent approval. 
 Heart beating wildly inside your chest, you waited, and watched in bated since, as your boyfriend gingerly slipped off your thin sneaker. With thin, nimble fingers, he slid your baby-blue sock down and off of your foot. 
 And the moment he saw what lay underneath, he gasped audibly. Your foot was steadily turning purple and blue and was swollen all around the ankle. Eyes completely focused on your foot, Hyunjin turned your foot from either side, inspecting it diligently. 
 Finally, after what felt like an eternity of looking at it, he stared up at you with wide eyes. The heartbreaking look in them told you all you needed to know- the way that his lips slightly fell open in his surprise, jaw clenching in anger. “B-Baby, has it looked like this since you got home from the gym on Friday?” His fingers gently swept over the bone that was slightly protruding out to the side near your ankle. 
 The tears had begun to slow down, leaving wet trails down either of your heated cheeks. Sniffling, you meekly nodded your head yes in answer. “Why? Is it that bad?” 
 A deep crease formed between his dark brows, and his blush-pink hair blew in the cool February breeze that suddenly swept across the streets at that moment. “Sweetheart, this looks really- really bad,” his eyes flitted down to your foot again, which he was still holding in one of his palms. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries, and I know the signs… honey, I think you’ve sprained it.” 
 Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach. “W-What? But… how could that be? It’s not like I-” Your voice took on an incredulous tone, but before you could say anything else, your boyfriend was moving your foot again, turning it slightly so that he could slip your sock back on. You hissed in discomfort, biting down hard on your bottom lip to quell the moan that wanted to bubble up and out of you just then. The pain was unbearable. 
 Your boyfriend stood up from the ground, fitting two hands around your waist and helping you rise from the bench. He slipped an arm around your hips, securing you to his side as you slowly began to shuffle down the street, going backward from the way you had just come from. “C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital.” He said, leading you two away from the shops that you had been at for the last few hours. 
 “Hospital? No- that’s not necessary, I just need to… rest at home, that’s all…” Your voice trailed off as another wave of pain throbbed through your tender foot. 
 Hyunjin leveled you with a glare. “It’s either you come with me willingly, or I carry you in my arms bridal style. Either way, you’re fucking going to the hospital.” The way he said the last of his words in that deathly-low tone sent a chill down your spine. Because you knew it all too well since he’d only use it on you when you were being particularly stubborn. And almost always, it was during a time when you weren’t taking any regard for your health, and Hyunjin had to force you to do the things necessary to practically stay alive. 
 “O-Okay…” You whispered. You struggled along beside him, fingers holding on tight to his thick brown winter jacket. “Just… don’t let go?” You stared up at him with big eyes, lip quivering a little bit from the pain of having to walk and put pressure on your bruised foot. 
 “Never, sweetheart.” He brought you closer to him then, practically wrapping both arms around your waist and helping you along the sidewalk as you slowly made your way back to his car. 
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 “Well, you have a sprained ankle,” the nurse told you a few hours later. She was a rather short, petite-looking woman, with long, black hair swept up into a tight braid at the back of her head. “You’ll need to diligently rest for the next… four to six weeks. The doctor suggested using an ice pack for twenty minutes a few times a day, to help with the swelling.” 
 After you and Hyunjin had left Hongdae, it was only a matter of time before he found the nearest hospital and checked you into the Emergency Room there. After waiting for a little over an hour, you were finally called back into one of the exam rooms. It merely took the nurse and doctor one look at your ankle to confirm that it was sprained. After the doctor’s assessment, the nurse filed back into the room to hand you some paperwork to fill out. 
 During the entire visit, Hyunjin was sitting beside your hospital bed in a small chair, clutching onto your hand as you awaited the news of your diagnosis. He let out a sigh of relief at the news of it only being a sprain since he had been worrying that it was broken instead. 
 “And don’t walk on it,” the nurse continued, as she handed you a bottle of prescribed high-dosage pain medications. “I understand that it will be difficult to assimilate to a less active lifestyle for some time, but please remember that if you walk on it, doing so can put you at risk for horrible complications in the future and hinder you from achieving a full recovery.” 
 “I understand, thank you so much,” you said, giving her a soft smile as you fit the bottle of pain meds into your nearby purse. Your boyfriend was still clutching onto your hand, fingers squeezing a little too tightly as you positioned yourself back on the bed. 
 "I’ll give you two a few minutes, and then come back to assist you in checking out at the front desk.” The nurse returned your smile and bowed slightly at you and Hyunjin before making her way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. 
 Immediately, your boyfriend turned to you with a deep frown. “And you’ve been walking on a sprained ankle for the past… three days.” He shook his head in disapproval, running a frantic hand through your hair. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand why you do this to yourself- why you do it to me…” 
 Training your focus down at your lap, your fingers absently played with a loose strand from your thick winter sweater. “It’s not like I mean to not tell you stuff. It just… happens.” 
 “And you said you got this from lifting weights at the gym?” 
 His question forced your head to shoot up without you even thinking about it, eyes locking with his as he sat just beside you in his tiny vinyl chair. “Y-Yeah… I must’ve used the barbell wrong or something.” You laughed a little anxiously, heart beating painfully against your ribcage. 
 Because he couldn’t find out. It was downright embarrassing to think about him knowing you had been taking dance classes. But you also wanted to keep it a surprise for him, when you eventually performed your routine for him - not like that would happen anytime soon though, since you would be on bed rest for the foreseeable future. 
 Hyunjin brought his hand away from yours then, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, crossing his legs together and giving you a knowing look. “I call bullshit. You don’t get a strained ankle from lifting a few pounds.” 
 “And how do you know that, mister?” 
 “Because I’ve seen the guys get injured from lifting before, but it never has to do with their ankles.” 
 “Well, maybe I’m the exception.” 
 “Cut the crap, sweetheart,” his voice came out a little cold just then, eyes raking over your form, studying your face to gauge your emotions at that moment. “Tell me what happened on Friday night.” 
 The embarrassment overtook you again, and you ripped your eyes from his. Focusing once more on your hands, you twisted the end of your sweater around your fingers. There wasn’t any use in keeping the ruse up any longer. It’s not like you’d be dancing the routine any time soon. So, you finally gave in and confessed to your boyfriend in a quiet mumble. 
 He leaned forward, tilting his body close to yours so that he could hear you better. “I didn’t hear that, love. Speak up.” 
 Clenching your fists in sudden annoyance, you stared at him, already feeling the crimson pooling in your cheeks. “I said- I was taking a dance class, okay?! And I fell and hurt my ankle- the instructor said it would be fine, but obviously, she isn’t a doctor…” 
 Silence filled the entire room after that, and it was charged with equal amounts of confusion and hurt. “Why in the world are you taking a dance class?” 
 “Because- I want to be good at dancing…” You exclaimed, staring into Hyunjin's eyes with what you hoped was a fierce expression. “I fucking suck at it- and- and you’re just so amazing, and I… I wanted to surprise you with a routine that I had learned all on my own. But then, I hurt myself, so that’s never gonna happen now.” 
 “Don’t say that.” 
 “Say what?” You canted your head to the side, watching as the emotions erupted across your boyfriend's face. First, it was anger, that you had kept such a secret from him for so long, then it was sadness, that you had felt the need to prove yourself in any way to him. 
 “Say that you suck at dancing,” he began, as he moved forward and clasped either of your hands in his. He brought them close to his mouth, lips hovering near your skin and pressing a few soft kisses to your knuckles. “You’re great at it, baby, don’t doubt yourself. And I was never amazing right off the bat. It took me a long time and lots of hard work to get where I am today.”
 “Yeah, but some people are just naturally born with it, and I don’t think I am. So… that’s why I was trying to improve.” You shrugged slowly, a zap of energy coursing through your veins each time Hyunjin pressed a fervent kiss against your hands. 
 “Well, I always think that improvement is good. But, there has to be a balance. You can’t simply ignore your health just because you want to get better at something.” Your boyfriend said in a calm voice, the warmth of it vibrating on your flesh and softening some hard part inside of you. “And besides, even if you weren’t born with the gift of dance - which I don’t believe to be true - there are still other gifts that you have that are unique and wonderful to you, baby. You shouldn’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else, for that matter.” 
 You gave him a frown, eyes locked on his mouth that kept nearing your knuckles and pressing kisses there. “I know, but… it’s just hard sometimes, you know? To be dating such a… talented man.” 
 A tiny sound of pain - of heartbreak - fled from Hyunjin’s mouth then, and suddenly, he was pulling you towards him. Fitting his arms around your waist, he squeezed on tight. In an instant, you melted into the touch, burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck and inhaling his calming, sweet scent. 
 “I’m so sorry that you’ve felt like this, sweetheart. I had no idea.” He mumbled close to your ear, imprinting a soft kiss against the exposed skin there. “How can I make it up to you, darling? How can I change things, so that you don’t think so poorly of yourself anymore?” 
 You positioned yourself away from him a tiny bit, offering him a light smile, “Babe, you don’t have to do anything for me. My low self-esteem when it comes to dancing isn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it.” 
 He leaned in, kissing your lips gently. “Yes, but I don’t like the thought of you feeling so down about your abilities…” his voice trailed off into silence, as he contemplated what he could do for you. “I know- I’m going to nurse you back to health, and when your ankle is completely healed, I’ll help you continue learning that dance routine from your class. How does that sound, love?” 
 You kissed him back, hot breaths mingling slightly in the passion of the moment. “I’d like that very much, but… don’t you have your schedules?” 
 Hyunjin waved a nonchalant hand in the air like he didn’t have so many people expecting high standards from him every single day. “I can still help you and do my job, baby- it isn’t rocket science.” 
 You contemplated his idea over in your head. You hadn’t liked him trying to teach you different dances in the past, but perhaps that was because of your issues and not because of his teaching. And now that your struggles with the thing were out in the open, you got the feeling that your boyfriend would be extra careful when teaching you - treat you extra gently when explaining certain moves. 
 “Okay, I like the idea,” you decided, nodding your head slowly in approval. A wide smile cracked across your lips as you stared at his face that was alight with happiness and contentment, “When do we start?” 
 “How does eight weeks from now sound? To give your ankle plenty of time to heal.” 
 Gently carding a few fingers through his light, peachy-pink silky locks, you bent into him, the smile still plastered onto your face as you gave his mouth another kiss which felt like the hundredth one in the last hour. “Sounds perfect.” You said, and soon he was smirking against your lips, before tightening his grip around your hips, yanking you ever closer to his form, and smashing his mouth against yours in a fiery, loving kiss. 
 Fin. 
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14dyh · 4 months
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Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: The 14th of February is a day of love for many, but maybe not for you.  Word count: 1.1k Content warning: blood (from a nosebleed), tiny bit of angst A/N: I'm not crying during Valentine's Day I swear 😇 (liar) anyway hvd, hange lovers!!
Noise and laughter enveloped the room, friends giving gifts, lovers holding each other. One would look at the scene and tell you it was such a loving ambiance, yet your heart grew heavy. It felt so cold and alone from where you sat. Maybe it was the A/C, or maybe it's just cold in February, who knows? You tried to ignore everything, head bowed down to your notes. It was a hectic school day, after all. You should be worrying about that more, shouldn't you?
However, a soundless gasp escaped your lips as your notes slowly became dotted with your tears. It was embarrassingly plenty, even creasing the paper and making the ink bleed through. 
You've overheard so many I love yous, so many words of affection, piercing your ear. Each endearing word coupled with pressing school matters only colluded to pierce your ripping heart to ruination. 
Yes, you want to celebrate this day. You wish you could. You wouldn't have spent last night pouring out your heart to the love letter you wrote for them, but now you're letting time slip by, letting that letter crease inside your tight school bag. Even the flowers you bought began to get smothered inside, your bag zipper even caught one petal. 
You wanted to leave. To get out of this suffocating room and free yourself. But your body remained tied to this place, tied to the sound of their voice and their presence inside the room. 
Hange.
You wanted to scream, you wanted to tell them how much they meant to you from the moment they sat by your side that one Monday afternoon a year ago. Your periphery caught them smiling from the other side of the room as people gave them flowers and chocolates. They are so polite, kind, enthusiastic, and everyone loves them. Everyone loved their brilliance, their helpfulness, the depth of their passion and curiosity you couldn't find in anyone else. They are so dearly loved. 
You were convinced that yours was different. Everyone talks about them like a dream come true, and yes they are. However, you couldn't utter a word to describe them. They felt like everything good in the world, you would tell yourself. Your heart aches whenever they look your way, when your hands brush against the hallway, or those few times they gently touch your shoulder and mutter a soft excuse me as they pass by with a smile. 
How could someone with such an explosive, fascinating personality act so gentle and lovable all at the same time?
Hange could be the most complex paradox and you would've loved them still. 
But you sat alone, a few empty chairs away from them, yearning and wishing for them to look your way. For their eyes to meet yours on this day of love. 
Eventually, the school event began. Sweet serenades and romantic dances filled the gymnasium with love. If love is in the air, it must be suffocating, you thought as you sat in silence with a book as far away from the noise as possible. 
You tried to resist tearing up once again. But their sweet voice filled your ears and nestled its beautiful tune in your mind. They looked so happy during the event, laughing and joking with their friends. They don't have a special someone by their side but they don't seem to need anyone anyway. You didn't hear them being involved with anyone for the whole year you knew each other. No one deserves such a heart anyway. 
The air only grew thick, more suffocating than it ever was. It was two hours away from dismissal, but some students were beginning to leave the gymnasium, probably to celebrate the rest of the day with their lovers. You decided to slip by the flocks of people, walking with haste as tears flowed from your eyes again. The last Valentine's Day felt like this, if not worse. You always remain an admirer from afar, clamming up the moment you even think of confessing. 
You were too occupied by trying to get away without tripping on your own feet, while also quickly wiping down tears. You're beginning to hate how leaky your eyes always get. 
All you feel brings more weight to your body as you walk, you could have sworn that your feet were beginning to sink on the ground. 
But all this time you were busy hating this day, Hange wanted to make you feel otherwise. They began to regret not noticing the sadness clouding your eyes since morning and only processed things as you were leaving with haste. They could always pick out your sound even amongst a sea of voices. It pained them that you never uttered a word but only sobbed. They got up from their seat the moment they noticed your departure, slipping past the crowd and into a shortcut so they could race you to the school gate. 
They knew they succeeded the moment you passed them by, your footsteps quickening as your teary eyes caught theirs. Hange was quick to catch you in their arms, excusing their sudden action with a conversational "hey."
Your mind raced for a plausible reason as to why your eyes were tearing up, dismissing it with a wave and a believable smile.
I have to go home, you told them. And as you were smoothing out your clothes, and wiping down the tear tracks on your cheeks, your handkerchief caught red. 
You winced at the sight of the nosebleed running past your lips. Could this day get any worse?
Do you have to bleed, to go through extremities for anyone to look your way?
Hange pulled their handkerchief, firmly staunching the blood pouring out of your nose. 
You would try to laugh, try to tell them that your nosebleeds are common, and you could handle it better at home. But your words halted when Hange spoke. 
"I noticed you didn't have lunch today," Hange muttered, both worried and upset, brows slightly furrowed. Their voice became softer as they continued. "Why don't we go out? We could eat somewhere."
They had a small smile on their face, and their eyes shone as well as if smiling along their lips. 
Hange couldn't bear to see you alone and hurting in the day when you're supposed to feel more loved than you ever were. It wasn't from their pity or plain friendliness unlike what you might be thinking, and Hange will make sure to let you know by the end of the day. 
“I bet there would be a table for two at any restaurant at this hour," they proposed, lacing their hand around yours, the soft smile on your lips making their heart race. 
The night remained cold, and February was unforgiving, but it all ceased to matter the moment Hange took you in their arms for the rest of the evening.
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singsweetmelodies · 7 months
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Annual Piarles Winter Fic Exchange: 2023/24
Hello fellow Piarlies ❤️💙 Thank you so much for your interest in the idea of a second winter fic exchange centred around our French and French-adjacent boys. All arrangements, sign-up details and explanations for the exchange can be found beneath the cut!
How does the exchange work?
Exactly the same as last year’s Winter Fic Exchange! We are heading into the winter break again, and we thought it would be cool if we could inspire another flood of Piarles-flavoured content to lift our spirits and make us miss F1 a little less over the break. Besides, who doesn’t love a present? Especially if that present is a fanfiction written just for you.
So how this works is: you sign up, submit your prompts for what you’d like to read in a gift fic, and then after sign-ups close, we’ll assign you a partner to write for. Someone else will have been assigned to write for you, so on the due date, you’ll post a gift fic and receive a gift fic of your own. 🎁
When are the deadlines and due dates?
Sign-ups are open as of now, and will remain open until the 23rd of November 2023 (AKA, the Thursday before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.) After that point, we will close sign-ups and collect everyone’s prompts.
Assignments will be sent out by the 27th of November (AKA, the Monday right after the final F1 race on the 2023 calendar.) You will then have all of December and half of January to work on your gift fics. 
Gift fics are due to be posted on the 16th of January 2023, though we do want this to be a fun and no-real-pressure exchange for everyone, so if we notice that people are struggling to finish in time for the deadline, we will simply shift it up by a week. We can do this as many times as necessary for everyone to finish comfortably and produce a fic you know your giftee will enjoy. 💙
What are the posting instructions for the gift fics?
There aren’t a whole lot of really specific or strict rules in this exchange, but the two we would like people to take note of are the following:
This is a Piarles fic exchange, so the main focus of your fanfiction should be the romantic relationship between Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. Background pairings are allowed as long as the primary focus of your fic is still the dynamic between Charles and Pierre. (There will be a space in the sign-up form to indicate which background pairings you do and don’t like. Please note, however, that there is no requirement to write any background pairings if you don’t want to.)
The minimum word count for this exchange is 2k (2000) words. There is no cut-off or maximum word count, but we do ask that you try and write a one-shot instead of a multi-chapter if at all possible (unless you are posting a multi-chapter fic which is already complete by the time of posting.) 
We will do a more detailed post with AO3 collection details and final deadline/timezone instructions closer to the actual deadline. ❄
Is this a fic-only exchange, or can we create art as well?
This is indeed a fic-focused exchange, so in order to participate, we do request that everyone creates a fic that meets the 2k minimum. If you’re inspired to create art of any kind to go along with your fic, though, then you are more than welcome to do so! In fact, you’d be the MVP if you did. 🎁
How does prompting work in this exchange?
There will be a space in the sign-up form for you to submit two different prompts. Prompts can be anything from AU ideas (eg. coffee shop AU) to dialogue (eg. “Shut up” // “Make me”) to tropes or themes (eg. enemies to lovers). Anything goes, pretty much! Our only request is that you submit two completely different prompts - this is just to give your gift writer options.
As a gift writer, you can write either of the two prompts, or even go for some sort of creative combination of them both. It’s completely up to you!
There will be a space where you can provide an explicit/smutty prompt if you want, but please note that your gift writer is not required to include any explicit content in their fic unless they’re comfortable with doing so. 💙
What if I get prompts I really can’t write?
Not to worry - if you really don’t vibe with any of the prompts you have been given, you can get in touch with one of the mods and we will reach out to your giftee to provide an additional prompt or two. If things are still not working, we might reach out to someone else and have you swap giftees entirely. We want everyone to have a great time in this exchange, both in the writing and receiving parts of it!
We understand that sometimes life gets in the way, though, and you might not be able to fulfill your prompts for other reasons. We hope it doesn’t happen, but if you need to drop out of the exchange for any reason, please just let one of our mods know so we can arrange a pinch-hitter to step in and write your giftee’s fic in your place. ❄
Who are the mods for this exchange?
We have the wonderful team of @singsweetmelodies, @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean running things for this exchange! 💙
Where and how do I sign up?
All you have to do is fill out this Google form! Additional relevant information will be shared on the Calamars Club Discord server, so if you are not already part of that server, please message a mod for the invite link. 
@ Pierre/Charles shippers across Discord, Tumblr and AO3: we hope that this exchange will make you all smile over the winter break! We are so excited to share this with you all 🎁
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hello friends! 🤍✨
lots of words. click at your own risk!!
i’m back from my trip/short hiatus!! i didn’t go on tumblr that much during my trip because i was having too much fun hehe so i was basically MIA 😵‍💫 andddddd i JUST realised that my cas challenge posts didn’t go up because my dumbdumb ass saved it as draft instead of queue 😭😭😭😭😭😭 omg i’m so sorry to everyone who looked forward to seeing those posts ;_; they’ll be up all throughout next week tho!! ✨ alsoooo i wanna talk about a few things 👀
1. youtube
as some of you might know, i started a youtube channel and am about to post my first ever vid!! so excited!! 🤩 i’m also thinking of moving one of my tumblr gameplays to youtube but i’m kinda stumped on which one :/ i’m already on gen 2 of my family dynamics challenge and i feel like it would be kind of awkward to start filming from there lol so this leaves me with my globetrotter household and tjol legacy household. or maybe start a brand new lp!! i would greatly appreciate your opinion on this matter if you have any :D
2. 1000 followers!!!!!
guys. guys guys guys. GUYSss. had to block a HANDFUL of 🌽bots but YOU GUYSSSSSS
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i am truly speechless 😭 i made a promise to myself that if i reached 1k followers on tumblr i would start a youtube channel and here we are!! i love you guys so much and thanks for sticking around 😭♥️ absolutely no words can describe how much i appreciate everyone on here :’) i’ve made SO many talented friends on tumblr and i hope to make even more! i have no idea what my follower gift would be this time (i haven’t even started with my 900 followers gift 😵‍💫) so please if you have ANY suggestions, feel free to comment below or send me a message! :DD probably gonna come up with a poll sooner or later hehe
aaahhh it feels so good to be back on simblr!! i’ll spend the rest of my night responding to tagged games, asks/messages i’ve gotten while on my hiatus and just catching up with the community :)) i’ll go back to posting gameplay pics on monday! :D starting off strong with family dynamics!!
thanks sm friends!! ✨ have a great day/night ahead!
- gem 🤍
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marvelstarker-mha98 · 2 months
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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Last Chapter: Goodbye isn't Farewell
Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Maria hill & tony stark, Friday & reader, Tony stark & The avengers, mystery murder man & Hydra Scientist, Two Mutants twins. Summary: you have read it Warning: conversation, injecting, military jet, space and stones Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique
Two months had passed since devastation landed in New York City.
Homes had been decimated, landmarks destroyed, and too many people killed.
The Battle of New York was brutal.
You were sitting quietly on the deck area of the warehouse. Your journal was balanced on your lap, a cup of steaming coffee sat comfortably at your side, and your phone was playing Rock Radio. The wind was gentle and birdsong filled the air, making it appear as if nothing had ever disrupted the peace of the state. It seemed almost impossible how quick nature had moved on.
Your brows were furrowed and you subconsciously bit your lip as you detailed your latest vacation. A trip to Florida courtesy of Director Fury. He had all but insisted you take a week or two off since all you did was work and work, therefore leading to your vacation with pay.
You had an amazing time in Miami first. It had been surreal to return to a city as vibrant as Malibu had once been and you spent the majority of your first week partying and taking in every little detail of every single place. Your second week, on the other hand, had been spent at Disney World, filling your heart with childlike glee and wonder.
As you wrote down your experiences, there was a ping from your phone which had previously been playing some hits from Def Leppard. You paused writing to dig it out and take a look, surprised to see that the host of Rock Radio had a special guest.
Your dad.
"Afternoon, folks." The host greeted with a bright tone. "That was Def Leppard with 'Animal'. The English bands really are the forefathers of rock, am I right?"
Your dad's voice spoke next.
"Apparently they just know what we like." Tony said with an air of flamboyance you were actually relieved to recognize. "You can't beat Sabbath."
"Truer words were never spoken." The host laughed. "So, as y'all can guess, I'm here on this fine Monday with the one and only Tony Stark. How's life as a superhero, Tony?"
"I prefer the word 'savior.'" He joked.
"Savior it is. What's it like?"
"Well, you got the adoring fans, the creepy fanfiction, the questionable gifts in the PO box... It's a lot."
As he went on to explain both detailed and brief parts of his new life, you couldn't help simply just listening and smiling. He'd make sarcastic quips and the usual Stark jokes and you would laugh at every one of them. Every few minutes a song would lead to a break from the interview but you waited patiently every time just to hear your dad's voice again.
After perhaps an hour, FRIDAY spoke through your phone, lowering the volume of the interview as she did.
"Miss Stark?"
You leaned back a little, surprised by the interruption. "Hey, FRI. What's up?"
"Can I ask you something, Miss?"
"Always."
"I was analyzing your vitals via the SWM system you installed and noted your heart rate spike when Mr. Stark is mentioned. The biosynthetic pathway is almost immediate."
You smiled. "That's because I'm happy."
"I'm aware of that, Miss, but I do not know why. The stories you tell me of your childhood concern a less than ideal relationship with Mr. Stark. I would compare the feeling to resentment."
"Once upon a time, yeah." Your smile gradually faded as a thoughtful look settled on your features. "It's complicated. He's changed. I guess I can tell? I'm not sure... I just know. He's patient now. A-And almost kind. Don't get me wrong, he's got a long way to go - we both do - but I'm still proud that he's becoming a better person bit by bit."
"'Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.'"
"Yeah, pretty much. Dad is complicated, but he's trying. As long as he's still got the sass, I don't mind."
"My time with you implies that all Starks are related by that one characteristic. I doubt it will go away any time soon."
"Well, you're the expert."
"Hardly." There was a pause before she spoke again. "Do you want to see him again?"
You opened your mouth to reply but quickly found yourself hesitating. It wasn't that you didn't have an answer, you just didn't know how to properly convey it.
"I do." You said quietly. "But there's a lot of things I want that I can't have."
"How so, Miss?" FRIDAY asked.
"I want to see dad again but I've got a target on my back. If I think about it and I get too close, he's at risk too. So are Pepper and Happy and Uncle Rhodey. Everyone I know."
There was a moment of silence as you took a breath.
"If I see my dad again, I don't know if we'll get a happy ending."
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Tony stared long and hard at your journal.
There was too much information to take in and too little time to process it all. The only time he moved was to run his hands down his face and get rid of lingering tears.
The wind was soft against his skin. It was as if it were offering comfort. A gentle breeze to soothe the pain.
FRIDAY's voice broke the silence.
"Is Mr. Stark all right?" She asked.
"He is mourning (Y/n)." JARVIS told her in reply. "It's the first time I've heard him this quiet."
Tony closed his eyes for a moment, fighting a smile. "I'm not deaf."
"Apologies, sir."
"You seem at peace, boss." FRIDAY said.
Tony shrugged. "I guess there's a first time for everything. Thanks for showing me this."
"Miss made it my duty. Might I also warn you that Agent Hill has been waiting."
Tony frowned and looked around, surprised to find the mentioned agent indeed waiting patiently by the entrance to the compound. He quickly jumped up, tucking the journal away for now.
"You know, sneaking up on people is considered impolite." He commented.
The woman gave him a smug look in response. "It's a shame I don't care."
"How long have you been there?"
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"Long enough. Gotta say, Stark, emotional gratitude doesn't suit you."
"Very funny." He began walking over, eyeing the lot around them. "I can understand the whole 'take your time' thing. This place is pretty big. (Y/n) had it all to herself?"
"Yeah. What do you think?"
Before he could reply, there was a notification on his phone. He dramatically held up one hand and used his other one to hold up his phone. It was a message from Clint on the Avengers group chat.
To: Powerpuff Girls (Remastered) From: Legolas You guys gotta check out the hangar!
Tony raised a brow, curious. It was a simple message but it intrigued him. This place had a hangar too?
"What's up with the hangar?" He asked.
"So, you've found that one." Hill stated. "I think you should come with me."
He waited for her to elaborate but was merely greeted with silence.
"Gonna leave me hanging?" He asked.
"This is something better shown than explained."
"Alright... Can I get a hint?"
"All you need to know is that (Y/n) left it to the team because she knew you'd have a better use for it than she would."
"Wow, that's so much better. Not cryptic at all."
She sighed and began walking, leaving the conversation at that. Tony was about to follow but stopped upon realizing how awkward he looked with your journal stuffed inside his jacket.
Hill noticed and had to hide an amused smirk. "Having trouble?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Unless you've got TARDIS pockets, don't mock me."
"Just leave it on a bench."
"What?"
"Leave the journal here."
"Uh... No, thanks. I'll be doing some light reading later and I'm not risking some...-" He thought up any excuse to keep it on hand. "Some wild animals taking it or something."
Hill crossed her arms. "Wild animals?"
"If I may, boss." FRIDAY spoke up again. "The only animals within the area are deer and rabbits."
He was still hesitant. "What about wild people?"
"That's even more ridiculous." Hill claimed.
"Hey, this is Upstate. I wouldn't count out the possibility."
"Look, even if that were the case, (Y/n) was clever. She has FRIDAY linked to a few drones by a WBL network. If anyone or anything gets too close to something she values, FRIDAY sends a signal and the drones retrieve it."
Tony was momentarily speechless.
"Initially the designs were to carry groceries and clear out the warehouse but she utilized them for other things."
It hurt to know you were so paranoid that you had to make plans for these things, and yet it was also quite amazing to remember how inventive you were.
"Remind me to take a look later." He said.
Afterwards, he carefully locked the journal back up and looked around for a place to put it. His gaze settled on an isolated bench surrounded by tall plants.
The journal seemed to glitter like a diamond in the sun as he set it down.
His hand lingered over the padlock before he very reluctantly backtracked towards Hill again.
"Satisfied?" She mused.
"Let's just go." Tony grumbled.
As they moved on towards the hangar, he glanced over his shoulder at the journal until it was out of view.
"How are you doing with FRIDAY?" Hill asked, hoping to distract him.
"She's unique." He shrugged. "I don't know what I'll do with her, though. A man doesn't need two AIs."
"What about the others?"
"What, the team? Like I'd entrust any of them with intelligence. Well, maybe Banner. But the others? Disaster waiting to happen. They've got limited reign over JARVIS anyway."
She thought on his words for a moment before eventually settling on an idea. "I could always use an assistant."
He raised a brow. "You?"
"Don't sound so shocked, Stark. Besides, she knows me thanks to (Y/n) and you'll always have the right to use her if JARVIS goes out of commission."
"Pardon me, Agent Hill, but the likelihood of my deactivation is near impossible." JARVIS intervened. "Mr. Stark likes me too much."
"Sorry, JARVIS." She smiled slightly. "I think I could use the help with my new job too actually."
Tony turned to her. "That's new."
"In case you missed it, thousands lost their jobs when SHIELD fell. I'm one of them."
"So where'd you apply?"
"None of your business."
"Why not?"
"Confidentiality."
"Excuse my French, but bullshit."
"Agent Hill has handed in an application for a front desk receptionist at Stark Industries." FRIDAY said.
He was surprised once more.
"FRIDAY, if we're going to be working together, we need to talk about secret keeping." Hill deadpanned.
"Apologies, Miss."
"I can't see you behind a desk." Tony frowned. "I'll tell them to reject it."
"Tony, if you-"
"No, no. Hear me out." He waited a moment to make sure she was listening before explaining. "Screw the desk job, work with me personally."
"I'm not being at your beck and call."
"Not like that. I mean being the Avengers handler or something. You know, keeping us in check and making sure we don't skip too many leg days. That kind of stuff."
Hill looked away, debating it intensely. It would be a decent cover for her SHIELD work. Not to mention that FRIDAY would always be close at hand if the Avengers or Tony needed her for something. It would definitely pay better than a desk job at least.
"We'll talk about it later." She decided.
Tony flashed a smirk. "I'll hold you to that."
By this point, they had reached the outside of the hangar. Waiting already were Steve, Bruce, Thor, and Natasha. Bruce was asking Natasha what Clint wanted to show them but apparently even she didn't know what her best friend was up to.
"So, Dora and friends, how'd the exploring go?" Tony asked once he reached them.
"It's a big place." Steve said. "There's a lot to find."
"The shooting range is nice." Natasha commented.
"I enjoyed the kitchen." Thor chimed in. "A perfect palace for a feast."
Not at all surprised by the god's priorities, Tony went to reply. He was cut off, however, when Clint bounded from the hangar doorway with an almost insane grin.
"Don't tell me you found a Playboy stash." Tony joked.
"Not exactly." Clint replied. "It's cooler."
"Cooler than Playboy?"
"Much coller."
"Shit."
"Yeah."
"Mind clueing us in?" Bruce asked.
"You gotta see to believe. Come on." He began leading them into the building. "I don't think it's technically legal for (Y/n) to even own this, but it's awesome."
The discussions and prodding continued until finally the object of the archer's amazement came into clear view for everyone to see.
It might have been simply hyped up by Clint, but there was no denying it was definitely something to marvel at.
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While most of the team simply saw a very cool field mission vehicle, Tony saw a very advanced and very armed VTOL shuttle modified and tinkered with to the best of one's ability. It had to be one of the most tactical aero-weapons created and it had just been in this warehouse collecting dust for years.
It was painted white and red and even had the Avengers name painted on the side.
"I so told you." Clint taunted Natasha.
She returned his tease with a playful glare and an elbow to the ribs.
"What is this?" Steve asked, staring up in amazement. "Military?"
"A SHIELD jet?" Bruce also guessed.
"Not quite." Hill told them, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I think FRIDAY should do the honors."
Summoned, the AI proudly presented it. Her sudden appearance surprised the team - save for Tony - and they looked around for the source of the voice.
"Captain Rogers is on the right path." She said. "The jet is a VTOL aircraft designed for tactical and head-on mission pursuits, armed with many guns and rockets that Miss (Y/n) installed. It was originally owned by Howard Stark and Miss spent exactly eight months and twenty-six days fixing the disrepair brought on by age and abandonment."
"Uh-" Clint's enjoyment had faded into confusion. "Whomst?"
Even Thor had lifted his hammer in preparation for a fight.
"We're good." Tony assured them with an amused smirk. "Down, boys."
"Did JARVIS get a sex change?" Clint questioned, genuinely serious.
"That's FRIDAY. (Y/n) created her." His tone dampened at your name but he forced his smirk back just as quick. "I guess she runs the place."
"The JARVIS and the FRIDAY are related?" Thor guessed.
"Why didn't we hear her before?" Natasha asked.
"(Y/n) made an AI?" Bruce mumbled to himself. "Incredible."
"Oh, boy. Okay." Tony took a deep breath, preparing to answer all the questions. "No, JARVIS and FRIDAY are not related. You didn't hear her because she was with me and Hill. And, yes, (Y/n) made her. She's like JARVIS, she's got a personality and can adapt to those around her, and she's just as smart."
"I like grandpa JARVIS." FRIDAY said.
Clint found the comment funniest - even snorting - and used Natasha as a shield to avoid the disapproving glances he got afterwards for it.
"She'll be working with Hill." Tony continued.
"What kind of work?" Natasha questioned.
Hill immediately changed the subject.
"Later." She said. "I think you guys should check inside first."
"I couldn't find a hatch." Clint told her, curious. "It's gotta be camouflaged or something."
"Was there a key?" Bruce tried.
"Not that I saw."
"If we're trusting your eyesight, I'd rather check the hangar myself." Natasha mocked.
"Be my guest, Sauron."
As he said the quip, there was a loud hiss and the jet shuddered. Everyone jumped back in surprise and watched as light flooded from inside, the source being LEDs strung around the inside hull.
"Of course there is a key." FRIDAY claimed. "It's located within the laboratory. I can access it from here."
"And you couldn't tell us that before trying to give us heart attacks?" Clint shot back.
She ignored him. "Boss, you can go inside now."
Tony stepped forward. "Thanks, FRIDAY."
He was the first to place a foot on the metal hatch. Each step was burdened with a weight he couldn't describe and yet each breath was filled with amazement as he stared at the interior.
Against one wall was a seating area and against the other was a display filled with knives and guns and explosives and many self-designed weapons. Between these walls was another resting area, although this part had a perimeter of machinery, perhaps to be used as an operating area for emergency fix ups. At the very front were four seats, one for pilot and co-pilot and the other two just for passengers who wanted a better view.
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My dad is Tony Stark.
He's brave and he's genius and he's not alone. He has his love, Pepper Potts. He has his protection, Happy Hogan. He has his friendship, Colonel James Rhodes.
There are others too. He has Dum-E, Mama Rhodes, and the Avengers.
He'll be okay.
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Tony let his fingers glide across the interior of the jet, his skin glossing over the metallic bumps and scrapes of the work.
It was handmade.
Practically every detail he could guess was designed by you. This jet was the embodiment of your work. He couldn't even fathom how many hours you spent fixing it up. He wondered if you ever had the chance to fly it yourself.
He moved to the front and rested both hands on the piloting chair. It was leather and a little worn but comfortable, exactly like the other seats. In front of it was obviously the main window and controls.
Each button was a different color according to its function and labeled in a way that made the harmless buttons obvious but the ones that released weapons and such much harder to figure out. He assumed that because of your paranoia the system was like that in case anyone tried to steal or hijack the jet.
The main thing that stuck out to him was a yellow post-it note. As he picked it up, Clint had a quick and hushed conversation with Hill.
"This totally isn't legal." He was mumbling. "No way did she have a license for this thing."
"Nope." Hill confirmed. "She said she did flight tests around here and we just assumed she was joking."
"She's a Stark."
"Yeah. She definitely did some illegal scouts."
Back at the front, Tony studied the note in his hand.
Welcome to Aven-Jet Prime The First. She's a beauty, am I right? I built this girl from the ground up so take damn good care of her, you hear me? If not, I'll find you. - (Y/n)
He scoffed as a fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His other hand immediately went to the necklace he wore, gripping it so tightly his knuckles almost turned white.
He promised.
Steve watched Tony for a moment with a sympathetic look. After giving his friend some time, he finally approached and placed a hand on Tony's shoulder.
Tony turned to meet his gaze, both of them seeming very worried.
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My dad has his team.
They weren't even friends at first. They fought and argued and had differences, but now they're something so much more than that.
They look out for each other. They have fun. They bond. And even though they still argue, they're family.
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"Tony?" Steve asked.
A single tear fell from Tony's eye. He closed both for a moment and wiped any emotion away.
"I'm fine." He told the super soldier.
"I know." Steve replied, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. "What do you think of this place?"
"It's pretty damn incredible. I haven't explored much. Been reading."
Steve showed curiosity but Tony wasn't ready to tell anyone else what he was reading about just yet.
"I was thinking we move in." He announced, addressing the entire team.
They each held a different look but they all seemed optimistic.
"The SHIELD and HYDRA leaks are over. They no longer 'trend.' The relevance of (Y/n) Stark's death is fading, her murderer is not a priority."
"Very well. Once again, thank you for taking care of the problem."
While the Avengers talked about a new home, something else was happening on the other side of the globe.
In a desolate woodscape, there stood an old Eastern-European castle on a snowy hill. It was the stuff of fantasy novels, beautiful and isolated and calm. On the inside, however, much darker dealings were taking place.
A man in a mask removed his cover, shaking his head to get the hair out of his eyes. He shoved the mask into the pocket of a long coat and faced a second man. A scientist.
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"I should leave." He claimed. "My mission is done, and you have the scepter."
"Your services are appreciated, sir." The scientist told him sincerely.
"Where is my money?"
"It will be waiting for you once we complete the transfer. If I might be so bold, is it wise to remove your guise so soon?"
The once masked man only smiled. It was a cold smile, something sinister and cruel.
"The SHIELD and HYDRA leaks are over. They no longer 'trend.' The relevance of (Y/n) Stark's death is fading, her murderer is not a priority."
"Very well. Once again, thank you for taking care of the problem."
“Before I go, what will you do with the young ones?”
He looked over at a window that separated the research area and what was evidently a testing area.
Inside were two gurneys. Strapped to the beds was a young woman and a young man, both with messy dark hair and an almost identical sparkle in their eyes. Their situation seemed terrifying but the twins were calm and perhaps even excited.
“They will be tested.” The scientist said, watching as a doctor injected something into the wires that connected the pair. “They volunteered to fight, and that is exactly what they will do.”
“Through the scepter?” The man guessed.
“Yes. We will expose them to its raw power soon enough.”
The twins looked to each other as an unidentified serum mixed with their blood. Although they couldn't physically touch they seemed to mentally communicate instead. Whatever they were saying made the woman smile.
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Although the Avengers are big and strong and famous, sometimes they're gonna need a hand from other players.
My dad and his team can't always fight alone. Help will be coming for their next battle. Two enhanced individuals will write their own destiny into the dust of this world, and they will become heroes.
They will save lives.
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Your grave was beautiful in the dying light of sunset.
Light trickled through the gaps in the trees and bestowed its life upon the flora that lay scattered around. It looked perfect.
Too perfect.
In the midst of all this life was a purple flower. It stood out from the rest in such a way that made it seem impossible to grow there. It looked ethereal and unnatural, but it was so beautiful.
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My dad's team is going to need the enhanced for what's coming.
It is something bigger than SHIELD and HYDRA. Something bigger than all of us. If the Avengers can't find a way to stop it, these next few years will probably be the last.
Everyone's last.
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Across the universe was a secluded planet.
This planet was surrounded by asteroids and wreckage, the result of a war. The ash and dust of an ancient civilization glided upon the atmosphere, their stories forever lost to the voids of space.
Circling the planet was the skeletal remains of a large creature. A broken landmass perched upon its spine, and upon this landmass stood two beings.
"Humans..." One whispered.
His voice was old. He had lived many lifetimes and destroyed even more in his endeavors, and his tone only raised into anger as he spoke.
"They are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly and therefore cannot be ruled!"
The creature he spoke to rose to his feet from a throne and the other quickly bowed his head out of fear and respect for his leader.
"To challenge them is to court Death."
The leader - the bigger and more menacing of the two - turned slightly to glance at his servant. There was a glint in his ancient eyes, something ambitious.
"It has been done before." He stated.
"Of course." The other agreed, keeping his head bowed. "If you truly wish to resurrect your love and deliver justice, we will hasten our search for the stones."
"You will. And this time you will not fail me."
"You have my word. The glorious manipulation of power, the intelligence of the mind, the bending of time, the portals of space, an alternating reality, and the-"
"That power is lost."
"We will find it, my lord. The beauty of the missing stone will shine on the universe once again. With its power to take and restore life, the soul shall be yours."
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Your body...
It was cold.
It was skeletal.
It was dead.
The darkness of your coffin was a curse now placed on the hearts of your loved ones. They would mourn and cry but they would find a way to survive. Death was brutal but it comes, in time, to everyone.
It happened in an instant.
The darkness was broken by a glow. It was barely noticeable at first. It could have even been a dust particle. But it only got brighter. It came from the necklace resting on your chest.
The orange light filled the coffin, the very essence of life and death itself filling every inch of the space.
You thought it was your time to die.
But maybe you were wrong.
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------------------------------------------------------------- note: Thank you everyone who read, comment and loves this! thank you for the support! its be like what a year and something months since me and my co-writer friend, callikc made this possible. since this is the end of the book, a new book will be born. So stay toon for that
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azulsluver · 2 years
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Hello! Before everything else I want to say that you're really great at writing! Hope you're not overworking yourself and take rest when needed
As to my request, can you write Yandere!Malleus with a darling almost getting back to her world but plans go wrong?
tw. yandere, clingy!malleus, guilt tripping, drugging.
Authors note♛ Fem!reader in love with Malleus but things go wrong. Not proofread. This was very late, school’s making me lag.
There were rumors of a lonely man as powerful as mages, soon to be king and feared by all before him. Treated with respect and authority, no one dared to step out of line if they valued their life. Even with these rumors, a human held the cold hands of the dragon and opened his isolated heart to something new. Amusing as it is, he’s become addicted to the attention and seen as an equal. Just a little more.
Malleus frequently visited you in the dead of night, hoping you would see the green lights shining outside your window. A small smile would make its way to your lips. Malleus became more devious when it came to avoiding royal duties. To see you little old you? How flattering. Many times have you spotted the long horned man grazing through the little garden you’ve made; various of fruits and flowers. Wording praises for your hard work on a hobby so little for fun, admiration oozing from his tongue like honey. The warmness of your cheek shames you for rejoicing his sentences, as if it was forbidden to love a man so much more than you can ever dream of.
That’s the problem however, you let your feelings get the better of you. What morals have been told of a girl from another world falling in love, what will be waiting for her back home when the tug of her heart will hurt. vivid or not, you wonder what it’s like to have a family, you don’t seem to remember anything till this day.
Lately, your worries would wash away whenever an envelope would be sent to you every Monday week. Malleus would first ask you about your well being, taking upon himself to send trinkets whenever you unfold the letter. The green flames tickling your fingers as you place the golden object on a shelf full of his gifts. Lilia would be the one sending you the letters, be it no surprise as he sits in the kitchen with baked goodies. From Trey of course.
 During those times, Lilia would invite you over to the Valley Of Thorns for tea, saying that Malleus would gladly spend more time with you by all means. How could you ever resist such an invitation.
You dozed in your little garden, checking up on the fruits to see which was ready to be picked. Focused, you see a black feather come to view, falling gracefully on your lap. A small hum clears your throat as your sight was taken.
“Hello, Headmaster Crowley. How kind of you to drop by.” Tilting your head up, the tip of your nose touches the point of his beaked mask, a smile greets you.
“Well my dear, how can I forget the hero of NRC? Because I’m so kind I decided to surprise you for such hard work!” Crowley patted your head gently, a brow raised at his choice of words.
Standing straight, you turn around to face him properly. A hand towards your way, he’s gotten softer but yet a self-centered bastard he was. “I wonder what that could be? Perhaps a million thuamarks or even a penthouse away from the woods?” Smirking at his startled expression, he clears his throat once again before dusting his chest.
“Oh how abrupt you’ve become! Trying to milk me all it’s worth, I suggest you guess of something better than that.” Getting serious now. “Something you longed for. For I graciously will provide for you.” You drop your basket, hand lounging to his vest and grasping him towards you closer.
Those terrific eyes of his stare back entertained at your gaping mouth. A smile of victory, he was sure to be buried with praises.
“Am I interrupting something?” Both of your heads snapped to the source of the voice. Lillian leans against the fence with a taunting smile, a hand resting his chin.
Separating yourself from Crowley, you stutter out a response.
“L-Lilia! Oh great heavens you’re here, I was about to pick some berries for muffins. You came earlier than expected.” You pick up the spilled basket and fruits, clasping your free hand onto Crowley’s clawed ones. “You can join us Crowley! It’s been a while since anyone but Lilia or Malleus would come to see me.”
You’re not sure why you felt nervous, or why you looked at the ground and not Lilia. You’re just sure.
Washing the berries, you drowsed yourself from their conversation, only hearing Lilia mentioning Malleus would soon to come. No further explanation. You’re deep in thought to baking the muffins, a sense of hurry and doubt clogs the back of your brain. Should you break the news to Malleus or would Lilia beat you too it? Oh, you wish to meet up with your friends once more before leaving, the idea has your eyes stuffy.
“Why so stiff?” You scream at the voice near your ear, jumping back and turning to see Lilia with an unfamiliar expression. “Lilia! You have to break that habit of scaring me like that..” you end your sentence quietly when seeing his eyes looking back at you, holding you down as if.
“My apologies, but do you mind explaining what you’ll do? Before you leave of course.” Mouthing an “ah”, you turn your attention back to drying the berries.
“It’s so sudden yet I think I can figure it out properly. I’d like to meet up with everyone I know, one last time before I go. It’ll be rude of me if I just left off without a proper goodbye.” Sincere with yourself, you still refused to make eye contact with Lilia.
He hums at your explanation, a head laying on your shoulder as he watches you put dry ingredients in. “Even if I was the first to be told, Malleus should be here by now, I hope you’re ready to explain your ‘plan’ to him and not leave him out!” Innocent he sounded, a gut feeling told you opposite, the tone of his voice leaves a scratching sensation you couldn’t explain.
A knock could be heard, “I’ll get it.” Dammed Crowley. You puff your cheeks as you stop for a moment, collecting the words to say to Lilia who plays with the tips of your hair. “Lilia, do you mind making some tea for everyone, I know it’s rude for me to ask a guest-“
“Don’t worry your pretty little head off, you could never come off as anything to me.” Lilia smiles warmly at you before stepping back, he waits however for you to finish.
“And, um, please do tell Malleus of the event, I’ll speak with him over tea.” A chuckle leaves his lips, you’d be lying if it didn’t send a shiver down your spine.
Once again focused on the muffins, you let Lilia have the stove before heading off to the living room with a tray of cups. Setting a timer on the counter as you mentally prepare yourself, how mindless of you to forget your reason here. Not to have silly feelings over someone impossible.
You peek over the wall to see Malleus sitting with Lilia, focusing on his facial expressions and not Lilia and Crowley talking, which wasn’t a good thing if he’s frowning so hard. Telling yourself to breath normally and have a normal chat shouldn’t be that hard, a ping of guilt tugs at you from sitting with them. But you feel a little better knowing Malleus was one of the people who will know of your leavings. You just wish it was better for your heart.
“Malleus, how kind of you to join us. Muffins will be done in a bit, I hope you’re comfortable.” You walk your way in, smiling with closed eyes to ignore the way his frowned face was hurting you. A hand pulls you close down to have a seat next to him, snapping your eyes back open to see Malleus with worried eyes.
“Is it true? It’s only been a couple of years but must you go?” His questions stunned you for a bit, furrowing your brows as you look around for Crowley and Lilia to say anything; yet the two seemed to be interested in drinking their tea. “I know it’s so sudden Malleus! But I wished for so many nights for this to come true, this way I’ll finally be able to go back home! Just as why I still stayed.”
A whimper cried at your clarification, his hand grips yours with more force. “Are you really willing to let go that easily? After everything you’ve been through, could you really just leave as if nothing? What would everyone else think?” His questions throws you off once again, you felt angry at his assumptions yet it felt true. On your mistakes again, you let your feelings get the better of you, but we’re you to blame when the hope of getting back lacked over the years.
“Malleus, please don’t say it like that. That’s not true! I didn’t mean to get so close with everyone, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. I just wanted to look out for everyone even if they didn’t care for me as much.” Getting emotionally defensive, you still look at Crowley and Lilia for help, both standing up to leave the room and let you and Malleus be. You were gonna call back for them before Lilia spoke up first.
“I’ll let you two sort things out, Crowley and I have things to discuss over old times.” He’s smiling at you again, but it’s not that same and warm smile, something much more.
Trapped into a hug, Malleus burrows your face on his chest as he holds you down. Was he letting his feelings get the better of him, you’ve never seen him so vulnerable and clingy, you felt truly trapped. You let him have his moment, a shaken breath hitches as he slowly separated you from him, wanting to see you closely again.
“Don’t you love me? Was the letters, the meet ups and attention not enough for you to stay?” You gritted your teeth a sucked in a breath. Was he confessing to you, did he actually mean it? You had the urge to yell out a yes, that he did everything to capture your heart but to abandon your plan to find a way home stops you from doing so. You’re digging a hole that’ll cause more tears and a heartbreak, the least you can do is to suck it up and tell him to grow up.
Yet no one seems to let you finish anything important to say.
“I’m sorry. That wasn’t thoughtful of me was it? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so pushy.” He holds your hands with his, staring at them to avoid your judgement. You’re so forging yet you didn’t care, a soft feeling washes over you as you stroke your thumb over his gloved hands.
“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have led you on, I didn’t know you felt that way towards me, Malleus.” Looking up to him, a defeated man is all you see. A flash of guilt in his eyes before he spoke.
“We should finish our tea, I don’t like wasting such things.” He picks up his cup and takes a sip, you think it was something to distract you with. But either way, you pick up the one cup that was unfinished, distracted completely at Malleus’s expression.
“You know I love you? If you just accepted your place here, maybe things could’ve been different.” He closes in on you, whispering into your ear as a arm wraps around your waist.The cup of tea halfway finished as you close your eyes. Having yet to block Malleus’s words, barely picking up the true meaning behind it.
“Please, you know it will never work out, confession or not. No one will accept me for being here, I can’t start a life here when I have one waiting for me.” Malleus gives you a apathetic hum, the noise lulls you with heavy eyes. Confused you call out for Malleus, drowsiness taking over your system as you stare at the teacup astonished.
Malleus directs your head on a couch pillow, a poker faced expression has you cracking the idea of it all. You didn’t want to believe it, but there’s no point in saying a lie over a truth.
“She refused didn’t she? My, my, young love does the most doesn’t it, Malleus?” Lilia walks in back with Crowley behind; blanked at the sight of your sleeping form.
Crowley looks over to Lilia, “You promise she’ll be under your upmost care, if so I wouldn’t dare tell a soul. Just to be sure she’ll be ok, I ensure my trust with your word.” Lilia gives a curt nod, turning slightly to look back at Crowley.
“Of course, as long as we can keep it between us, nothing bad will be said to the public. Well! Forget the muffins, Malleus and I will be on our merry way with his future Queen!” Lilia chirped happily, standing next to Malleus who held you in his hands. Malleus disappears into flames, fireflies taking his place. “I almost forgot. Do burn this place, I hope you have a story to cover up. They’ll get over it if it’s convincing enough. I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation, old friend.”
Lilia’s gone as well. Crowley stares at the floor, he’s not sure on what to feel at the moment. He knows you’ll never forgive him. But this world is full of villains, you’re just foolish enough to fall for one.
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theaggresivepacifist · 7 months
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Twenty Questions
Thank you @cupofteaandstars for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16, plus a Spanish translation a friend did of one of my works.
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 73,165, for now.
What fandoms do you write for? Exclusively Stranger/Secret Forest and related crossovers, although there was that one Andor one that I just had to put out there to cope with the intensity of my feelings about the cliffhanger season ending.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
It's a close race among some of these, but:
gamsa
chilyo
chib
heonsin
haengbok (with maengse only one behind at the moment)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do, always! I'm honestly always so astounded and delighted to think of someone reading my work while I'm just out here having a normal Monday or Tuesday, and want to express that delight.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh boy, just you wait.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Since all things Si-mok and Yeo-jin related (or Stranger-in-general-related) are usually bittersweet, probably inyeon, a relatively recent one. However, the one that leaves me with the warmest feeling at the end is actually pyeongsaeng.
Do you get hate on fics?
Fortunately not! I've gotten a few weird comments once or twice but nothing mean-spirited.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do not, and the few times I've been tempted I have realized swiftly that I'm not cut out for it.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Only within the Stranger/SF multiverse so far - in other words, AUs for Stranger/SF that are based on Bae Doona and CSW's other works, which I think of as other lives of Si-mok and Yeo-jin.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Ditto Cup, not that I know of. I would go absolutely off-the-charts feral in order to get the copycat fic taken down.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have! My IRL best friend of many years graciously wrote me a Spanish translation of chib.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
Eh, I'm not really a shipper...? HOWEVER, @ohyangchon has given me massive Changjae feelings and I love their relationship so much.
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Scenes just sort of seem to come to me, and once they're there I don't stop until they eventually coalesce into a complete story, no matter how long that takes to find its shape. I do have an extensively Yeo-jin and Si-mok inspired novel (low-key sci-fi? space opera?) that has been nagging at me for years, but I don't think that one will ever amount to anything.
What are your writing strengths?
I'd like to think I inhabit the voices of the characters well.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Pacing, probably?
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Similar to Cup's thoughts, this is difficult because I feel like sometimes names, titles, and terms of address in particular just don't have the same nuance and feeling translated from Korean into English-- especially the terms of address that Si-mok and Yeo-jin and others use for each other. Therefore, sometimes I do transliterate. Also, as I become a little bit more comfortable IRL speaking Korean, where practical I sometimes find myself wanting to mimic the Korean clause order/speech patterns of sentences even while writing in English.
First fandom you wrote for?
I think it must have been a gift fic in the Redwall fandom (never made it to AO3, but a cozy and comforting thing to work on)
Favorite fic you've written?
I love all my children equally!!! But I do think I did some really great character work in bohoja, one of my works on a more underrated duo (Si-mok and Mr. Kang). I usually am pretty self-critical, but there are a few lines in there that I always read and think "damn, who wrote that???" XD
Who hasn't been spoken for? Tagging @gottagobuycheese, @inkingtwice, and @michyeosseo as well as anyone else who's interested!
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Longtime listener first time caller. Just got my mail tier gift for December and I am so in love with them! Giving biblically accurate angel just in time for the greason, and it’s extremely captivating art. Thank you all for the hard work you do to share your many, many talents with us! It’s hard to believe it’s been over 5 years since I heard your ad on Adventure Zone and decided to give it a try. My life is so much richer for it. Nobody else is doing it like y’all.
P.S. I am also the creator of the Ilfra macrame tapestry from the Roll to Fall in Love zine. I plan to mail it to you guys eventually but wanted to be sure no one has allergies to cat hair—my cats were constantly “helping” so their fur is undoubtedly in there somewhere. The threads are all cotton and so is the backing, which is stuck on with acid-free Yes! Paste. If any of these materials would cause problems just let me know 👍
Errol here! AAAHHH!!! I'm so glad to hear you liked the gift, and that it made its way out safely! I took a lot of care in designing them and having them produced and I'm so excited to hear what people think of them! I am planning on waiting a few more days to post them since they went out on Monday and I like for folks to be surprised by what they get every year. Thank you so much too for your kind words about the podcast, it is definitely a LABOR OF LOVE and I'm very proud to be part of this team. <3 AND OH MY GOD HELL YEAH! The tapestry is so cute, we love it! Thank you so much! I don't think anyone has enough of a cat allergy for that to be a problem, I am the one who grabs stuff from the PO box and I definitely don't so I can for sure pick it up! Kat has a cat so yeah, I don't anticipate it being an issue but thank you kindly for asking! We'll look forward to fighting over it. <3
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Today's translation #266
Febri vol. 40. Kubo Mitsurou's interview
Part 11.
--- The most extreme example of that is the rings scene in episode 10 - it was shocking. After listening to what you've just said - was is also a spontaneous development?
"Not spontaneous - it was inevitable! At least this is what I was thinking, when I was drawing the storyboards. I was looking forward to draw that scene at the end of episode 9., where Yuuri and Victor meet again at the airport in Fukuoka, and at that point in time, me or Yamamoto Director, we weren't really planning to set up any bombastic tricks in episodes 10 or 11. However, because episode 10 is the last breather before the Grand Prix Final, we wanted to make it as fun as we could. To do that we were putting forward different ideas and I was wondering if it would be possible to make the relationship between Yuuri and Victor even deeper. By that point in time, they had already hugged and done things straight out of Monday 9PM TV dramas, so I was thinking that probably doing more would be impossible. But then, a thought came to me, that it would be nice to have an item that could be a kind of boost for the Grand Prix Final. When I was looking around websites of various rings brands, I found the information that engagement rings are not only for people who want to get married, but also something that you can gift to your soulmate. I thought: "That's it!". Plus, among the reference materials we have gathered during our location hunting in Barcelona, I found photos of a church and choir, so I thought: "That's the place!".
--- Everything just came together, almost as if you were guided by something/somebody.
"I was almost at the end of my wits at that time, but that scene, I drew on impulse. It was before the anime started airing, so I didn't know what the response was going to be like, and how people were going to interpret it. I was like: I don't really care if people are going to think that "this scene is just absurd!" (laugh).
--- As a result, the viewers went crazy.
"If it was a manga, I think that much less attention would have been paid to it, surprisingly. It was very interesting for me to see, how impactful it was when it was made into animation.
[Notes: Many TV dramas that aired at this time slot, Monday at 9PM, on Fuji TV gained huge popularity, so it's a sort of "brand" for TV dramas. It's already a well-know fact in the fandom, but for newer fans which happened to stumble across this translation - she meant the airport scene.
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"When I was looking around websites of various rings brands, I found the information that engagement rings are not only for people, who wants to get married, but also something that you can gift to your soulmate."
Many people would probably feel a bit weird if somebody important to them gave them a ring saying that "it's an engagement ring", but then said: "But it's not an engagement, we are not engaged" - the classic "words have specific meanings" problem. I'm sure some jewelry brands use the word "soulmate" in their marketing, but I'm not sure they encourage people to gift "engagement rings" to people who they don't want to get engaged to. There are others types of rings, too, after all.
In Jp, she kind of "solved" this problem using the English-Japanese word "engage rings (engeeji ringu)", where engage is short for "engagement", instead of Japanese "konyaku yubiwa", lol. Both mean exactly the same thing, but people who don't speak English may not know what the word "engagement" means - like, "engeeji ringu" is the ring the bride-to-be may get from her partner, but maybe it has different meanings in English, who knows? 🤨 If she said "'konyaku yubiwa' are not for 'konyaku'" instead, then you'd immediately think: "eee, what are you talking about? Why call them "konyaku yubiwa" then?"... At least, no clubs for after-school activities were mentioned this time 😂 (The "rings are for bukatsu members" explanation was from Pash!!! issue published on February 10th 2017, and this interview was published on March 1st 2017.)]
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their-destinys-writer · 10 months
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The Trials of Confessing - Chapter 5
Rated: Teen
Chapters: 5/5
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A/N: Now that this story is complete, I've been working on another one that's already five chapters ahead in Patreon called Akuma Flashpoint. It's a canon divergent reality warp AU, where Marinette gets transported into a different reality where everything has gone wrong. Main pairing being Ladrien. If it sounds intriguing, you can start reading it right now! But if you're willing to wait, the first chapter will be out publicly on August 28th, and will update every last Monday of the month. In the meantime, enjoy this last chapter!
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Adrien felt his senses go numb. He then understood why she had seemed so out of it after they encountered Lila. Her words must’ve gotten to Marinette. However, what was more shocking was knowing that such an amazing girl like Marinette felt so strongly about him. And what was terrifying was the potential of having to break her heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” she sobbed. “But after everything you’ve been through, I rather be there for you instead of being part of the problem. Maybe now you can at least cross me off the list and find your true love.”
Adrien let out a shuddered breath. “You know about the list?” He felt Marinette nod against his shoulder.
“Alya is convinced that I’m the girl you keep talking about.” She slowly pulled away, wiping away snot. “All because the very day you said that thing about the love of your life, I had happened to decide to confess to you. But that could’ve just being a coincidence, because I’ve said that so many times, yet always chickened out.”
Many times? Adrien pondered. “Marinette,” he said, “how long have you felt this way?”
“U-um.” Marinette placed a hand on her arm, averting her gaze. “Since almost the beginning. You were just so kind when I thought you were a jerk. Even though I made assumptions about you, you still treated me with respect, so different from how Chloé treated me. That’s how I knew you were nothing like her. And over time... I’m sorry, it’s not important. Just cross me off the list.”
“How are you so sure you’re not the girl I’ve talked about?” Adrien rushed to say.
“Because!” Marinette’s arms flailed. “What are the chances, right? There’s no way I’m that lucky. I mean, if I am, it changes so much between us, and it would mean that things have been so much more complicated between us, and there’s a chance of other consequences—”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there,” he insisted. “Just say or do what you were gonna do before this whole mess. Don’t just ask me to cross you off without even trying.”
The girl stared at him, as if he had grown a second head. Adrien frowned. Was there something on his face? Did he say something wrong? Marinette gasped, right before saying: “I have something for you—Whoa!”
She pulled something out of her purse, but it slipped off her hand. When she tried catching it, she instead ended up hitting it with her palm, making it fly off to the street. She was about to run to it, when several vehicles drove by and squashed it. Adrien slapped a hand to his mouth, and Marinette let out a screamed ‘NO!’ with her hand hopelessly extended in the direction of the lost gift.
The two of them stared at the mush on the pavement for several seconds, as if hoping they could turn back time and stop the small packet from ever leaving the purse. After finally processing the disaster that happened, Marinette slapped her hands to her face and groaned.
“This is like the premiere all over again!” she cried. “Can’t even give a damn macaron without it being a disaster. Ugh, he’s gonna hate me when he finds out.”
“When who finds out?” Adrien asked when he finally found his voice.
“My friend!” Marinette responded. “He’s the reason I was determined this time. I promised him I’d confess to you, but it had to be done in a specific way, and that includes the gift. But now I don’t have it!”
“Marinette,” Adrien said, taking her hands, his heart starting to beat louder, “you said something about a macaron. Was that what the gift was?”
“Yes. One passion fruit macaron, your favorite. Or at least I think that’s your favorite, but Lila made me doubt my instincts. But that’s not even the important part of the gift.”
“Then what was?” He could feel his heart slam hard against his ribcage, almost ready to burst out.
“The package,” she said. Adrien’s breath hitched. “I designed it myself. It was… special. I needed to give you that along with my confession, but now I’ve ruined it.”
“Not necessarily!” Adrien blurted out. “What was the design? Do you have it with you?”
“No,” she sighed. But almost immediately lit up. “Oh! I have a small notebook I use sometimes when I can’t take my sketchbook with me. I can recreate it!”
Marinette let go of Adrien and was quickly rummaging through her purse. She gave him a blue pen to hold while she pulled out the pocket-sized sketchbook. Just as she dislodged it, there was a honk from the street. When they turned to it, they saw Adrien’s ride, and from it, Nathalie exited.
“Good, I was about to call you,” she said the second she saw him. “Adrien, your father needs you to come home early.”
“What? Why?” Adrien asked, taking a step back, already seeing his hopes and dreams flutter away.
“It has come to your father’s attention that there have been several incidents these days in school, and he feels you’re currently not safe here. We’re taking you home until a press conference can be made on the matter.”
“Seriously?” Adrien said, cursing his father’s timing. “Can you give me another minute? Marinette needs to do something important right now.”
“I’m afraid your father wants you home now.”
He desperately turned to Marinette. “Can you do it fast?”
“I-I, um, I-I—”
“Adrien, we have to go now,” Nathalie insisted.
He looked at Marinette, hoping she would suddenly come up with what was probably exactly what he wanted to see. But from the look of it, she didn’t seem ready to fight. She looked more exhausted than courageous in that moment. And the last thing Adrien wanted was to push her too far.
“I’m sorry,” he said, to which Marinette softly nodded. “Maybe—”
“Adrien,” Nathalie called. It was then that he noticed some of the girls walking down the school’s front steps, watching his father’s assistant like vultures waiting for dinner.
He let out an irritated sigh. “I’m not crossing you off the list,” Adrien said, as he walked backwards towards the car. “Not yet. We’ll finish this later. I promise. Bring a new one tomorrow!”
The car door closed, but he continued staring out of the window. Marinette awkwardly waved, and he immediately returned the gesture. He couldn’t help but notice how some of the other girls seemed to have noticed their exchange, if their death-stares towards Marinette was anything to go by. He winced, hoping he hadn’t just accidentally thrown her to the lions.
And yet, he couldn’t help but hope that, perhaps, he had just become the luckiest guy in the world.
* * *
Worst. Afternoon. EVER.
That was how Marinette would describe her day after Adrien left. Every girl that had witnessed his departure, talking about the list, felt the need to make her miserable one way or the other. The most common were the stares of murderous intentions. Others were far more creative or intrusive, from the passive-aggressive comments to a yogurt she managed to narrowly dodge.
The consensus among them was the same: she was tricking Adrien. Somehow. Oh, and that she was a terrible friend, unlike Lila, apparently.
When it was time to patrol, Marinette didn’t feel like going. She was emotionally drained. But at the same time, she could use the comfort from her partner. Yet, in the end, her sense of duty won out, and she was off, soaring across the rooftops of the city. Trying not to dwell too much in her awful day.
Ladybug landed on the meeting spot, about two meters away from Chat Noir. She bit her lip, still thinking about the hoard of scary fangirls, still wondering how to break the news to her partner. After a deep breath, she approached him. It wasn’t until she was almost next to him that she noticed he was humming a song.
She cleared her throat. “Evening, Chat Noir.”
The boy quickly turned to her, a wide smile on his face. “Good evening to you too, M’Lady.”
“You seem happy today,” she commented, as she sat down next to him.
“I had a very interesting day,” he said. “What about you? How was your day?”
“It was—” Ladybug had been about to say ‘fine,’ but was immediately attacked by memories of the day. “Ugh, it was a complete disaster.”
“Why? What happened?” he asked, sliding an inch closer to her.
“I confessed.” Ladybug covered her face. “And it couldn’t have gone worse. Not only did I cry during my confession, but I lost the gift! My clumsy civilian self somehow managed to get it under three cars and a truck. It was crushed and ruined. He must’ve been so confused. And probably thinks I’m just like any other girl, going after him for the wrong reasons.”
“Eugh, that does sound bad,” Chat Noir said. Sounding a bit too calm, for Ladybug’s taste. There was a pun coming, she could feel it.
“Total disaster,” she said, attempting to sway the conversation from whatever he was planning on saying. “He did ask me to bring a new version of the gift tomorrow, so I guess that’s something. He didn’t completely turn me down.”
“That is something.” Chat Noir said, nodding as he checked his pockets. “I guess you’ll just have to write off today.”
The boy presented her with a pen. Ladybug blinked, right before giving Chat Noir the most unimpressed look she had ever given him.
“Oh my gosh, now you bring stuff to make your puns?” she scolded.
Chat Noir laughed. “Nah, I just think you could use this particular pen.”
“Honestly, Chat.” Ladybug shook her head, suddenly regretting opening herself up to him. “I’m basically pouring my heart out here, being vulnerable to you, and all you can think about is making a joke?”
“Ladybug, just look at the pen,” he pleaded, suddenly far quieter than when he made the joke.
“Yes, I see it.” Ladybug snatched the pen from his hand. “It’s a normal, cheap—” But she stopped. For it was not a normal, cheap blue pen in her hands.
It was a pen with a hole in it. The very hole Chat Noir punctured to it the night they made their deal. The pen that was supposed to be in her purse, yet for some reason, Chat Noir had just given it back to her.
“Wh-Where did you get this?” she asked, any sign of anger gone, but having a hard time breathing properly. When she looked at her partner, he wasn’t smirking, or even flirty. In fact, he almost seemed shy, for the first time since she met him.
“You kinda gave it to me today,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “You were taking your sketchbook out of your purse and gave me the pen while you were taking it out. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I still had it in my hand. And that was when I recognized it as the one you used to create the design for the macaron package. It was a passion fruit macaron that you made, right? My favorite pastry? Not quiche, by the way.”
Ladybug gasped, and almost immediately let out a shuddered breath. She remembered taking the pen out and giving it to Adrien. She never asked for it back, now that she thought about it. And yet, there it was in her hands, as a gift from her superhero partner, who had many times proclaimed his love for her.
“So, um, now that we kno—Oof!” Chat Noir’s words were cut off by Ladybug, who had thrown her arms around him and was giving him the tightest hug she could muster. Slowly, he returned the gesture.
“You were right,” she said, as happy tears trailed down her cheeks. “This whole time you were right. And I’m so glad you were.”
“You are?”
“I know, right?!” Ladybug pulled away, taking his face in her hands. “I used to laugh at the idea, but the more I thought about, it just seemed so perfect. I am so happy it’s you. Adrien.”
The second she said his name, Chat Noir gave her the biggest grin she had ever seen from him. 
“And I’m so happy that the girl I’ve been in love with this whole time is you, Marinette,” he said.
The sound of her real name sent goosebumps through her body. Or maybe it was the fact that he had taken her hand as he said it. Or perhaps it was the intense look he was giving her, asking the very question she had been about to ask. Instead, she responded his, slowly leaning towards him.
“Wait.” Chat Noir placed two fingers on her lips. “Before that, I have a question: If you were in love with Adrien-me, how come you said that you loved Chat Noir-me?”
Ladybug let out a muffled whine. The very thing she didn’t want him to ask, was the very first thing he asked. She backed away, averting her gaze from him.
“I-I, um, was trying to hide my identity. And I didn’t have time to think of a proper distraction, so I said that.”
“Oh,” Chat Noir uttered. “So, you didn’t mean it?”
“Well, not in the romantic sense,” she explained. “Though, if it makes you feel any better, I was upset that you showed up. It made me think your feelings for Ladybug-me were shallow. But then you went and rejected Marinette-me for Ladybug-me, so I almost celebrated in front of papa. Then I had to pretend I was actually upset, but I was just celebrating in my room. Because your feelings were real. And I’m gonna stop talking because you’re looking at me funny.”
Chat Noir had his index over his lips, with an unreadable expression.
“So,” he started, “what you’re saying is, that you were jealous of yourself?” He finished with a mischievous grin.
Ladybug sputtered. “That’s not—No! I was not jealous! Why would I be jealous? There was nothing to be jealous about. I mean, clearly, you were very loyal to me. Notthatitmattered!”
“It sounds like it mattered a lot,” Chat Noir purred.
“I-I... Urgh, fine. Yes,” Ladybug relented. “I may have, on occasion, wondered what it would have been like if Adrien—you, I realize—hadn’t been in the picture. Then maybe, who knows what could’ve happened between us.”
“Oh.” The skin underneath Chat Noir’s mask turned scarlet. “Now I do feel better.”
“I can see that,” she teased, feeling slightly more confident thanks to his reaction.
“I guess that makes us even,” he countered.
“Even?”
“Mhm.” Chat Noir nodded. “You don’t know this, buuut, I may or may not have had a tiny, little, itty-bitty crush on a classmate I nickname our Everyday-Ladybug.”
“Wait, what?!”
“What can I say, I have a thing for girls who stand up to bullies.”
“Didn’t your dad say you weren’t interested in anyone, and to leave you alone?”
“Nooo, please don’t remind me.” Chat Noir covered his face. “That press conference was one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever been a part of. And I’m not easily embarrassed! I’ve walked in high heels and a pink skirt. I would dress in a banana costume, if I have to. But having my father talk about my relationship issues to the press? Freaking kill me.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t so bad,” Ladybug giggled. “It was more hilarious seeing a grown man think he has a grasp on teenage relationships, which he clearly doesn’t.”
“Wait, that reminds me, are you okay?” he suddenly asked, uncovering his face. “I saw those girls giving you death-stares when I left. They didn’t do anything to you, did they?”
“Oh, just a lot of passive-aggressive comments about how I’m a horrible friend, and that Lila would never do that.”
“Lila what?” Chat Noir said, bewildered. “What the heck does Lila have to do with any of this.”
“You know how she is,” Ladybug said, with a sigh. “The same thing she said earlier about real friends, she repeated it with the fanclub outside. Now I’m the girl who’s trying to trick you into thinking I’m the love of your life.”
“But you are the love of my life,” Chat Noir retorted. It wasn’t until Ladybug’s cheeks became warm, that he seemed to have noticed the weight of what he had just said. To her face. With their identities revealed. “Uh, I hope you already knew that.”
“Y-Yeah,” she responded, trying her best not to smile too wide. “I-It was pretty clear, with what you t-told Nino. A-And me, when you didn’t know you were talking to Ladybug, and just talking to Marinette-me.”
“R-Right.” Chat Noir went quiet, the red under his mask becoming slightly darker.
Ladybug took a deep breath, before saying: “You know you’re the love of my life, too, right?”
His head snapped towards her, with an expression of surprise, that quickly turned into a giddy smile. “Wasn’t sure, but it’s such a relief to hear.”
“It’s a relief to say it so openly,” she admitted. “I just don’t know what to do now. Much less knowing what awaits us tomorrow.”
“Hmm.” Chat Noir rubbed his chin. “I think I have an idea.”
* * *
Today was the day. And this time, hopefully the other girls had been scared off by his father’s sneers at the camera the previous day. Hopefully they at least got the message that they angered a powerful man. Hopefully they realized the error of their ways. Hopefully—
“Morning, Adrien!” the voice of Christie said as he entered the front doors to the school.
Adrien resisted all urge to whimper. “May I help you in something?”
“Here,” she said, presenting him with a small box. “I got you this quiche. I know it’s your favorite.”
“It’s not my favorite,” he responded automatically. “And whoever told you that lied.”
Christie stared expressionless, with the box still extended towards him. When she didn’t react, Adrien asked if there was anything else she needed. With the question, she seemed to come out of her stuper.
“Yes,” she responded. “I’m sorry I’ve failed, but can’t you see we’re meant to be? I’m clearly the girl you’re looking for! No other girl has tried as hard as me.”
“You just don’t get it, do you,” Adrien retorted, his patience already gone. “You can try all you want, but you’re just not the one. It’s not about how much you try, it’s about actually being the girl. A girl I already know and talk to, and who confirmed to me that she hasn’t given me the gift yet.”
“What’s even so special about this girl?!” Christie bellowed. “If she actually cared about you, she would’ve been with you in the first place. She would’ve already come out and snatch you up. Yet here we are—”
“Yeah, here we are,” Adrien snapped back. “She got so afraid I would confuse her with you bunch, she decided not to confess and be part of the problem.”
“What do you mean the problem?!”
“This! Right here! A bunch of girls asking me out for all the wrong reasons!”
“But I actually love you! Unlike the other girls!”
“If you actually—!”
“Excuse me.” The sweet, wonderful voice of Marinette interrupted his train of thought. Adrien and Christie turned to her. Although her tone had been low, Adrien could see the fire of anger and determination in her eyes. He melted, almost missing what she was saying. “I was waiting in the locker room to talk to you about something, but it was taking you a bit long, so decided to come to you instead—”
“Sorry, Marinette,” Christie interjected. “We’re busy at the moment, in case you missed it.”
“No, we’re not,” Adrien shot back. “Marinette, I’m all ears. What is it?”
Even thought he already knew what was coming, he could still feel ladybugs in his stomach, along with his heart giving excited beats.
“Here.” Marinette took his hand, and in it placed a small green and black package. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner, but the other girls scared me. I wanted to say that I’m in love with you, Adrien. Ever since that day under the rain, when you showed me kindness, and that you were not the jerk I thought you were. I made a passion fruit macaron, your favorite pastry, in a special package I designed myself—”
“Wow, you really are a tricky minsk,” Christie interrupted. “You’re such an awful friend to Adrien. You really think—”
“This is my favorite pastry!” Adrien said loudly. “But more importantly, this package has the exact design the girl I’m in love with drew.” He took out the piece of paper Ladybug had given him the night of the deal. “Marinette, you’re the girl I’m in love with!”
Marinette cringed. “This felt a lot more embarrassing than when we talked about it yesterday. Imma go—”
“Nono, don’t go!” Adrien rushed to grab her hand, as she had started backing away. “Sorry, I just hadn’t expected for the girls to try again after the press conference yesterday. But please don’t leave me.”
“Can’t you see she’s abusing of her knowledge as a friend?” Christie desperately said next to him. “She doesn’t mean it.”
“Marinette, would you allow me to do something crazy right now?” he asked, entwining his fingers with hers.
Marinette’s lips turned from an ‘o’ shape to a soft smile. “How can I say no to those kitty eyes of yours?”
Adrien heard Christie comment something about his eyes actually being puppy eyes, but he ignored her. In favor of closing the gap between him and Marinette into a soft kiss. There were several gasps around them. He knew more people had just bear witnessed to their first memorable kiss. But he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was the girl who’s hand he was squeezing.
When their lips parted, he noticed Marinette’s face was pleasantly pink. He took a stray hair of hers and tucked it behind her ear.
“I’ll remember this,” he whispered.
There was a sudden cheer, followed by a loud ‘I KNEW IT!’ from what sounded like Alya. Adrien pulled away enough to see most of the girls from their classroom high-fiving each other, while Alya ran towards them.
“I told you!” she cheered. “I told you you were the girl he was talking about! And you kept saying ‘nooo, there’s no way it’s me, nooo, it’s a total coincidence I made this very specific gift the very day some girl is supposed to give some very specific gift to Adrien.’ Ha! Coincidence my butt!”
“Alya,” Marinette half-heartedly scolded.
“Wait, no!” Christie said, stepping between Alya and the couple. “No, no, this is a misunderstanding. Adrien, I know Marinette has been stalking you and investigating you. She knows more about you than the fanclub put together. Honestly, it’s creepy. She even has hundreds of pictures of you.”
“Right, the pictures!” Adrien raised a finger, right before leaning towards Marinette, their noses almost touching. “Care to comment on the pictures, Bugginette?”
“Bugginette?” Alya and Christie said at the same time.
Meanwhile, Marinette did a very familiar move he had never seen in her civilian face: she rolled her eyes. Adrien’s heart jumped out of its place.
“You’ve just lost all your kissing privileges for today,” she said, walking away. Yet she stopped for a second to look back at him, a glint in her eye.
Adrien grinned. “Aww come on,” he called, following her, completely ignoring the other two girls. “This is not what we agreed on yesterday. You promised me at least three kisses.”
He knew anyone who heard them had no idea what was happening. Had no idea of when they suddenly became so close, to the point of having inside jokes and nicknames. But he didn’t care. He only cared about the giddy laugh Marinette let out when he caught on to her. The quiet whispers about their homework and about patrol after school.
The promise that what they had was real, and that no obstacle in the world could get in their way.
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mimisempai · 2 years
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My world is always brighter when you smile
Summary:
Hob and Death talk while waiting for Dream to arrive and Death reveals something to Hob about Dream's smile.
Notes:
Don't mind me, it's Monday and I need my dose of softness, (who am I lying to, I need it every day...) And Death becoming friends with Hob is an amazing thing to write.
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"When is my dear brother supposed to join us, Hob?"
If someone had told him that when he took Dream's challenge five years ago, he would find himself sharing a drink with Dream and his sister Death, in the most casual way possible, Hob would have thought it inconceivable.
But here he was in the company of the young woman -well, young in appearance- who had given him the gift of eternal life, and chatting with her in such a comfortable way.
He had been a little uncomfortable at first, after all it was death, but Death was exceptionally kind, cheerful, relaxed and compassionate for someone with this kind of job and Hob appreciated it all the more.
He would be forever indebted to her for the gift of immortality, of course, but even more so for having put Dream in his path. 
It also reassured him to know that there was someone like her watching over Dream's happiness.
He put down his beer and replied, "In a few minutes, I think, although with him time is a relative thing."
Death sighed in exasperation, "Well you'd better remind him there's a time for everything. My little brother has always been a workaholic, but now he should think about the fact that there is more to his life than work."
Hob nodded, "I know that. That's part of his charm too." 
He smiled fondly as he thought of Dream and how many appointments were interrupted because his presence was required in his realm. Dream didn't like to delegate, because he didn't want to put too much of a burden on Lucienne's shoulders or on the shoulders of the other inhabitants of The Dreaming. 
And Hob really didn't mind because Dream always came back to him.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Death's soft laughter, "When we talk about Dream, you smile the same way my little brother does when we talk about you. You're both really cute. The difference is that you never hide it."
Hob looked at Death with puzzlement, "What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed? As soon as you're in the same room, my little brother starts to smile. He smiles. I'm not talking about that pinched smile he sticks on his lips like a well-fitting mask, no I'm talking about a real smile, a happy smile."
Hob wanted to retort that Dream did have smiles for him that were real and that he had never noticed the one Death was talking about. 
Seeing his baffled look, Death sighed, "He smiles like that when he thinks you're not looking at him. Or when he talks about you. You'll see when he comes- oh boy, you'll see it right away because here he comes!"
Dream had just walked through the door of the pub and Hob didn't look directly at him, but glanced through his hair to observe him.
He first saw him looking for them, then his gaze when he spotted them, and finally, he saw it, the moment Dream laid his eyes on him, the smile that Death was talking about.
He heard Death whisper, "I told you so! Hob, you say all the time that you're thankful I made you meet Dream, but I assure you it's me who's thankful you put such a smile on my brother's face. You make him happy, Hob."
They watched as Dream struggled to make his way to them because the pub was particularly crowded that night and Hob still had time to reply to Death, "I promise I'll always do everything to make him happy."
Death smiled and whispered back, "You don't have to do anything but be you."
Blushing at the blunt praise, Hob turned fully to see Dream finally arrive at their table and saw his smile become a little less bright, more reserved, but the gleam of joy in his eyes was still here.
His Dream, always so secretive when it came to showing his emotions.
That didn't stop him from greeting him with a wide smile, as Death bickered with him about being late. 
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He was thinking about his discussion with Death later that evening when he joined Dream in the living room of his apartment and saw him smile. With the same joy, but without a veil, because they were just the two of them. 
Making Dream smile. 
Hob thought he had never done anything so amazing before, just by being him. He felt himself melting at this sensation.
He sat down next to Dream who opened his arm for Hob to rest his head on his shoulder.
After a few seconds of silence, Hob asked, " May I tell you something?" 
"Why do you ask? You've never been shy about telling me anything until now, right?" 
Dream took Hob's hand that was resting on his chest and pressed a kiss into the palm. 
"It's just that you'll probably find it cheesy." replied Hob sheepishly.
"I'm ready to hear everything," Dream retorted.
Hob couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he said, "I love the way you smile." He could feel Dream's lips curl against his palm as he muttered, "Just the way I smile?" 
Dream pressed a soft kiss to Hob's wrist and he could feel the smile on his skin again.
Hob swallowed both from the emotion and the sensations caused by Dream's kisses, "I love the way you smile when it's because of me or for me. You have no idea how it makes me feel."
Dream lowered his head to look Hob in the eye, and another smile appeared on his lips, literally a smile of worship, "Tell me."
Hob almost stammered, "When...when you smile, I fall apart." 
then shook his head because he was embarrassed and continued, "Sorry, I can't think of any other words."
Hob almost stammered, "When...when you smile, I fall apart." 
Hob shook his head because he was embarrassed and continued, "Sorry, I can't think of any other words."
He laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm over five hundred years old and I'm embarrassed like a teenager having his first crush. Forget it okay. Pretend I didn't say anything."
He hid his face in the crook of Dream's neck, feeling incredibly ridiculous.
He felt Dream kiss him on the hair before his lover whispered in his ear, "It's the same for me, you know, Hob. If there's one thing I used to look forward to every time I would meet you again, it's your smile. No matter what predicament you found yourself in, no matter how much I criticized you, you always, always smiled."
Dream, visibly moved, swallowed before continuing, "I mean, even though we had parted on such bad terms, the first thing you did when you saw me after more than hundred years, was to smile."
Hob raised his head to look at Dream and they both smiled at each other in the same way and then chuckled slightly when they realized it. 
Dream brushed tenderly his finger over Hob's lips and said, "So you have to believe me when I tell you that I am also falling apart when you smile at me."
They stayed like that, just smiling at each other and in the eyes of the world they probably would have looked like two love-struck idiots, but it didn't matter to Hob and Dream.
For each of them knew that he was the reason for the other's smile.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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ewebie · 5 months
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ao3 wrapped [writers edition]
How many words have you written this year? 69,403 (which is different from the number posted)
How many works did you publish this year? 7 works (one very long one) and 5 shorts in compilation
What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? Hayloft. For sure. Not only for finishing the writing, but for keeping on a 38 week posting schedule. I could have made a new human in that time.
What work of yours has the most hits? This year: The Hayloft. But it was weekly posted and 38 chapters, so the hit count is a bit different. Overall: The Invocation of Saint Margaret. But that is one of my oldest Johnlock fics, so that's not a real surprise.
What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? The shorts I've added to Safety First. It's such an apt but... dark? violent? AU and it really is engaging.
Favorite title you used Blunderbuss - thank you and you're welcome to @lavenderandvanilla
If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? I've stopped using song lyrics most of the time. I did use the title Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline for a Mystrade Monday with the prompt "Don't threaten me with a good time" because the Panic At the Disco song/lyrics seemed fitting.
Pairing you wrote the most for this year? The only ship I wrote this year was Mystrade.
Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Ibid.
What work was the quickest to write? Oh boy... um... a few of the Safety First shorts were just word-vomit. I think I wrote 3 in 2 days.
What work took you the longest to write? Definitely Hayloft. I started it 2 years ago, took 1.5 years to write and 9 months to post.
How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? 😂�� Actual docs - 11. My Trello... 23.
What’s your longest work of the year? Hayloft... >70k
What’s your shortest work of the year? Champagne is only 900 words. One of the Safety First shorts is 781 words... so it would depend on how you define work.
What WIP are you taking into next year with you? OMG (working titles) Marshmallow Experiment. I really really wanted to have that done, but I'm still working on it. Ambien Wife. Used Books. Lesser Things. And... Make Yourself.
What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Oh they're chaotic, but probably something about @paialovespie either blame or threats or gifts (or all of the above)
Your favorite character to write this year? French farmer Greg... IYKYK
The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? No one has met him yet... But Marshmallow Experiment Greg. He is such a stubborn, trauma baby.
What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? hmm... I am... very comfortable where I am, to be honest. No other pairing have really grabbed me in a "YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS" kind of way.
Which work of yours have you reread the most? This year: Mistakes were made - because it's short and delightful and there's a tiktok. Overall: probably All These Things That I've Done - *sky kiss to my lyrics era* I don't think there's a more raw/real fic I've written. And it's not soft... but I do think it's hopeful. I just love the way it turned out. And it doesn't get the love that some of my other writing gets because it's pre-Johnlock (ending at the beginning of S1E1) But I do love breaking my own heart.
How many kudos in total did you get this year? 1,175
Which work has the most comments? Hayloft - for sure
Did you do any collaborative works this year? No... Though, most of the prompts have come from conversations with people... Either because they've triggered brain weasels that I couldn't get out of my head or as a direct attack on someone (even if it was just for the vibes) -- shout out to the asylum for being a constant source of both.
Did you write any gifts this year? HAHAHAHAHAHA - yes (threatening)
Did you receive any gifts this year? I did! Anne wrote me a lovely little fic ❤️ I Love Running Into You and SoupDragon is currently podfic-ing Sometimes I Feel (and it is delightful)
What’s your most common category? M/M (followed by Gen)
What do you listen to while writing? Music -- old familiars or lyric-less. I can't do podcasts, I have to think too much.
Favorite work you wrote this year? Honestly, the most recent short in Safety First - K is for Knife's Edge, because it's spicy and I don't often write spicy.
Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? One of Greg’s first memories was reaching to touch a beautiful flower and having his hand caught in elegant fingers, being scooped up into the air and twirled in a circle. His mother’s voice sweet and low, ‘Non, non, mon bout’chou. Elles sont belles et délicates. On ne touche qu’avec les yeux.’ And she taught him over and again that the world was full of beautiful things, but then she was gone and he had to learn what things could be touched on his own.
Biggest surprise while writing this year? Getting really really into the Safety First AU again... I didn't expect it, but I effing love it.
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Hey hon, I know I posted an answer to your ask, but I wanted to tell you how much I'm thinking about you right now. I sat down to start writing on a Doctor Strange piece and had to pause when I mentioned him thinking about the reader being beautiful. It made me think about you and how happy your ask made me earlier. I wish I could find the words to express my gratitude completely, but there would be much too long of a paragraph left in your inbox for you to read. I think about you daily and pray for your safety and happiness, just as you do for me. I really consider you a huge inspiration in my life and one of my most treasured friends, whom I know I could turn to if I ever needed support for any reason. I only wish we could speak outside of here so that the shadow ban would not be in our way. Seriously Tumblr, what the hell? I was out on Monday, looking for place mats for my dining room table for the holiday and I paused when I saw a mug sitting on a shelf. It's a yellow, white speckled mug, big enough to fit in both of my hands and usually that wouldn't make me pause, as I'm not usually a big coffee drinker. But when I saw the words on it - those three simple words - I began to cry. It was a message, I knew, and I felt in my heart it was from you.
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"So Very Blessed." It sounded like your name, and I immediately said, "Oh my god, Beauty." I grabbed that mug off of the shelf so quickly that I think I scared the woman that was down the aisle from me. Hopefully she's okay haha! Now that cup sits here beside me, steaming full of tea and warming me both heart and soul as I write about our shared muse. I don't believe in coincidences, so I knew that this mug was meant for me and I had to tell you. Thank you, V.
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I'm so humbled by this, and have marveled over it for days, dumbfounded for a reply eloquent enough to suit your lovely thoughts and stellar opinion! Honestly, I don't think I've done anything special--except perhaps as the gift of internet anonymity frees us to be our best selves if we dare, I've let my heart and better angels lead me (when in the 'real world' I falter daily!). I can't imagine being anyone's 'inspiration', but I do my best to give comfort where it's needed--yet the kindness and understanding you've shown me outshines all, especially at this challenging, at times demoralizing, point of my life. You have a deep heart and you love without hesitation, and even though you've suffered pain and loss, you will continue to. That takes courage and the ability to hope, which I admire greatly, my friend!
The Mug- have to say I heartily believe that the Universe gives us affirmations when our eyes and hearts are open to accept them. I've had many such experiences (again, many since I've been made homeless and am working to find my way back to equilibrium). I will treasure your story and your friendship, and because of these and more, know that I too, am
So Very Blessed🥰
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