#nearly 9 months of waiting and i finished it in 5 days

[sunshine-theseus]

El Viaje | Sam Kerr x Reader

Words: 2.3k Summary: Sam’s done her ACL and the journey proves to be tough

“Sam? It’s 12:30 in the morning, what’s wrong?” my voice is groggy and hoarse as I pick up the phone.

Nothing is said in reply but a small shuttering gasp trickles through the speaker. I was very familiar with that sound. The one of Sam trying not to cry. It alarms me, so I scurry to sit up against the hotel headboard and turn on the lamp, as if it will make me concentrate better on the conversation.

“Chicka? What happened? Shouldn’t you be in training?” the Chelsea team had travelled to Morocco for some hot weather training, leaving them only 1 hour ahead of London but 9 hours behind Brisbane, so the timing was odd.

“I-” she chokes on her words and my heart clenches, as if I could feel whatever pain and sadness she was feeling.

“I won’t be going back to training. Not for a while.” my fiancé’s usual candour isn’t anywhere to be seen as she drags out the admission.

“Sam what are you going on about?”

Another one of those almost silent cries escapes her mouth.

“Sam please telling me what the fuck is going on or I’ll call Emma.” I grow even more worried as I flick through all the possibilities of what could have happened in my mind.

“Can we facetime? I want to see your face, it’ll make me feel better.” I’m requesting the facetime call before she can even finish, and it takes no time at all for me to be met with her face.

Her solemn, tear stained, lip quivering face. I nearly start crying just looking at her. I’ve only seen her look so defeated a small number of times, but it never gets easier. I desperately want to magically transport to Morocco and just hold her.

“Oh Sam, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I did my ACL.” The words don’t process in my head for a moment. She can’t possibly have said what I think she said.

“What?” it’s a whisper of disbelief but her face shows me everything I need to know. I feel sick as I stare into her eyes. Eyes that are usually so full of light and joy, dark and sullen in pain.

“I’m flying to Morocco. Next flight out.”

“No, we leave the day after tomorrow, it’d be a waste.”

“Sam-”

“You’re spending time with Sharn and Tameka, I’ll be okay.” The mention of my best friend and our Matildas teammate nearly makes me want to laugh.

“I’ve been here for 5 days; I went to their game last night, they’ll understand. Sharn’s coming to England in a couple months anyway. Say the word and I’ll fly out, whenever you want.” I can see the fight on her face.

“Please fly home, to England. I need you.” Tears well up in her eyes and I can feel them fighting on my waterline as well.

“Of course chicka.”

-

My flight gets in an hour before the team’s is supposed to. I sit in the secluded hallway I know they’ll eventually make their way down, leg bouncing non-stop and hands sweating. I’ve seen Sam injured, I’ve nursed her back to health, I’ve done everything you can imagine, but an ACL is different. Worse in every way.

Soon I begin to hear the chatter and footsteps often associated with the Chelsea team and rapidly stand up to greet them. Emma is the first one around the corner, closely followed by Jessie and Zećira. Each of them greet me and pass on a sorrowful smile before continuing down the hall.

It takes a little longer for Sam to make her way around, surrounded by Millie, Guro, and Erin; all of them are laughing and smiling at something Erin said. It takes me a few seconds but I’m taking off down the hall to meet the group who don’t notice me until I’m right in front of them. Where I usually would pick Sam up and spin her around, I have to stop myself, the crutches serving as a reminder to why I’m back early.

“Chickadee!” she smiles at me with that beautiful, joyful smile I’m used to, and I can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to both her cheeks. Eventually she presses her own lips to mine, clearly sick of waiting.

“How’re you feeling?” Sam rolls her eyes, knowing I’m going to start fussing over her, and the girls around us laugh.

“I’m good. Millie’s been nursing me.” The friendly giant blonde grins proudly at us at the comment.

“Good, but now you have an actual nurse to look after you.” I grab Sam’s bag that Erin has a hold of, and the backpack that’s in Guro’s hand.

-

When we get home, I heave both lots of our bags through the house before cautiously trailing behind Sam who makes her way to our bedroom. She drops down onto the bed and I get nervous at the way her leg bounces as it absorbs the shock. I kneel down to start untying her shoes as she peels off her Chelsea travel jacket.

“I can do it you know?” Sam was ever the stubborn individual, and rarely wanted to accept help.

“Let me look after you.” I press a soft kiss to her injured knee before I continue taking off her shoes and socks.

I grab one of her oversized sweaters and shorts for her to slip into then head into our bathroom, running the warm water into the tub. I light some candles and turn off the lights, knowing she prefers the mellow light in times like these, before I hear her making her way on her crutches. It takes a little adjusting but I eventually help her slip into to sudsy water, then leave her to relax as I order some food for dinner.

Not long after I exit the room, I hear a splash and a groan of frustration, and race to see what’s happened. Sam’s body is still deep beneath the surface of the water but there’s a large puddle that slowly disperses at the base of the tub.

“What happened?” I pull my towel off the rack and begin to clean up the mess.

“I tried to get out.” the defeat is clear on Sam’s face, and it helps dampen the flame of anger that bubbled in my chest.

“Sammy-”

“I can’t do that, I know. I just… I don’t want to rely on you for everything.”

“Darl, I know it’s hard, and it will be hard for the next 9 months, but I’m here for you. I want to help you. You’re not alone.” Gently, I run a hand through her drying hair, occasionally massaging her scalp.

I can see the cogs turning in her head as I wait for an answer. The only thing I get is her leaning over and resting her head on my shoulder. It’s not comfortable for either of us but it’s the gesture that matters.

~~~~~

A few days later Sam has to go in for surgery. I have a shift at the hospital, so I drive her in, and take a goofy photo of her before she gets prepped, before I start my rounds. I find it hard, lacking my usual charm and overly-kind demeaner as I visit Carl, a 63 year old Irish man who came to spend a few years in England after retiring from teaching history in Australia, before going home to Ireland. He doesn’t stop talking. I don’t mind though; his stories never disappoint. He came in for a hip surgery but due to some complications he’s had to stay a little longer, and come in for regular stays every few months.

“You’re worried about something.” He likes to study me as I move around.

“Not when I’ve got you, hey Carl?”

“You’re pouring yourself a cup of tea. You don’t like tea. Which is appalling by the way.” I relax my shoulders and take in a deep breath. He knows me too well.

“It’s my fiancé-”

“Sam! Oh how is she!? I love young love.” A warm and reminiscent smile flitters across his face.

“Yes, well, she tore her ACL during training in Morocco. She has surgery today.”

“Bloody hell the poor thing! She’ll be okay love.” Carl pats my arm in reassurance, and I hate to admit I feel much more at peace.

-

Around 4 hours into my shift, I get called to take over a new patient for one of the other nurses who had to leave after their surgery. I walk down the fluorescently lit hallways, my shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Sam should just about be finished surgery too.

I pushed open the dark wood door but come to a stop when I see who’s snoring in the bed. My fiancé, ever so peaceful and beautiful, yet still looking so tired. There are band-aids over different points of her knee, barely propped up with a roll of cloth.

I check her vitals, not yet giving her more pain meds, and take a seat beside her. I take her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the dark vein, and admire her. Despite the hospital attire and the ruffled hair that falls out of her hair-tie, she looks so handsome.

-

I get paged to visit a few other patients before Sam gets the chance to wake up, but by the time I get back, basically the whole Chelsea team is sitting around her room or in the hall.

Jessie’s the one talking Sam when I walk back through the door, vials and food in hand.

“Time for lunch and meds!” I scoot in beside Emma and LJ to have access to her IV after she finishes the food, the girls around us greeting me.

“Chickadee! You’re here.” Sam reaches a hand out for me and puckers her lips but I stand back.

“Nuh uh. Here we’re nurse and patient, not fiancés. Now I need you to eat some food so I can give you your medication.” I can see her desire to fight back on her face, but I know she won’t ignore the orders when I’m actually on the clock.

When she finishes the horrid food, I put clean gloves on and fill the new needle with morphine, then turn back to her. I have to fiddle with the IV for a moment but eventually manage to inject the medicine.

“You might get sleepy; I’ll be back soon to see how you’re doing and adjust the dose if need be, okay? There’s the emergency button if you need me sooner.” I bid her and the team adieu.

~~~~~

I don’t get to take Sam home with me after my shift, instead having to pick her up the next day.

While she’s wheeled out to the car, crutches resting on her lap, I carry her brace and compression bands and whatever else she’s been given. Sam sits across the backseat, making sure to keep her knee elevated, and I make sure to drive as safely as possible.

-

When we get home, we find ourselves in bed, Sam’s head resting on my chest as I play with her hair, Derry Girls playing on the TV.

“I love you so much, thank you for being my nurse.” A kiss is pressed lightly to my collar bone and I smile.

“I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” She looks up at me with those big chocolate brown eyes and I think I fall in love with her all over again.

I lean down and attach my lips to her’s but as we pull away, she turns serious.

“You owe me a lot of kisses for refusing to kiss me in the hospital.”

“Of course darling.” I simply kiss her again. Anything for my beautiful girl.

~~~~~

“You don’t have to baby me Y/N for fuck sake!” so much for ‘thanks for looking after me’.

“I’m not babying you Sam! I’m making sure you don’t push yourself too far!”

“I can lift things without you hovering over me!”

“You were trying to lift boxes that I can barely lift at full health!” she was really getting on my last nerve.

“I just want you to leave me alone for 5 fucking minutes! God I’m so sick of you!” that makes me pause, pain encapsulates my heart and tears floor my waterline.

My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. What am I supposed to say to that? So I turn around, picking Helen up on my way, and head to our bedroom. The door slams shut behind me, rattling the walls, the artwork threatening to drop and shatter to the floor. Not dissimilar to my heart.

I hear Sam groan but nothing else echoes down the hall for a while. Until I hear a crash. Without a thought I’m opening the door and rushing across the wood floors to find the girl I’m angry at.

All I find is her sitting on the ground, surrounded by piles of wood. She’s untouched.

“Sam…” it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else.

“I just- I wanted to make it myself to apologise. And also to prove myself right.”

“You don’t need to make a whole fucking bookshelf for me. You shouldn’t. Your words hurt, but I don’t want you hurt.” I slowly help her get up, although it’s a struggle.

“I’m really really sorry. I didn’t mean it, that I’m sick of you. I could never be sick of you. You’re too kind.” A kiss is pressed to my cheek.

“And pretty.” Another to my opposite cheek.

“And perfect.” She kisses my lips, love flowing between us as I kiss back.

“I don’t deserve you. You’ve done nothing but take care of me and I’ve been all ‘Oscar the Grouch’ on you.” I lead her over to the couch and pull her against me.

“You could turn into Oscar the Grouch and I’d still love and take care of you. I will find you in every lifetime, and love you endlessly.”

[sparkle-fiend]

Here is my entry for the Spicy Six Winter Fic Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair (thanks so much to you and @unclewaynemunson for the awesome events this month!) My prompt was “kiss in the snow”.

Eddie is ladling a mixture of brown sugar, cinnamon, and mashed sweet potatoes into a baking dish when the phone rings. He nearly drops the bowl, hastily wiping the sticky orange mixture off his fingers before answering.

“Munson’s House of Holiday Horrors, Eddie speaking,” he intones cheerfully. Steve snorts with laughter on the other end of the line.

“What if it hadn’t been me calling?”

“It’s Christmas Eve Stevie, and everyone we know is out of town. Who else would be calling?” He knows the exact expression that will be on Steve’s face right now. He’ll be trying not to smile, which will twist his lips into a crooked little smirk instead. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite expressions. “How was work today?”

“Awful. Remind me never to agree to a holiday shift again. The Christmas movies were out of stock by 9, so I’ve had people screaming at me all day. Like I’m personally responsible for the fact that they waited till the last minute to try and rent the Grinch that Stole Christmas.”

“Mmm,” Eddie hums sympathetically. “Poor baby. What time are you coming over?”

“The pie needs to cool another 30 minutes, then I’m leaving.”

They’d argued about the pie for days. Eddie insisted that he had enough dishes planned to feed a small army, while Steve insisted that he just had to bring a pecan pie (which, coincidentally, is Wayne’s favorite).

“You know – you don’t have to work so hard to impress him. Wayne already likes you.”

“Shut up,” Steve says. “I’ll see you at 5:30.”

“See ya.”

They’re not quite to the point of exchanging I love you’s yet, even though it sits on the edge of his tongue every time they say goodbye.

Eddie hangs up the phone and turns to survey the chaos strewn across the kitchen. He’s got half an hour – 45 minutes with driving time. The sweet potato casserole has to be baked, and he still needs to finish two more dishes after that.

“Shit,” he mutters.

***

When Wayne ventures into the kitchen twenty minutes later to check on him, Eddie is frantically stirring sour cream and shredded cheese into the mashed potatoes.

“Christ almighty it’s hot in here. You’re sweatin’ like a hog.”

Eddie scowls and swipes at the hair sticking to his forehead. “Thanks Uncle Wayne.”

Unfortunately, his uncle’s not wrong. The kitchen is sweltering – not surprising, considering the stove and oven have been going all day – and Eddie’s shirt is soaked through. He desperately needs a shower, but he’s running way behind.

“Alright… what can I do to help?”

Eddie pauses long enough to fix his uncle with a skeptical look. “Are you forgetting the famous incident of the frozen turkey? Your cooking privileges have been permanently revoked.”

Wayne looks unimpressed. “Don’t you sass me. I can pull a goddamn casserole out of the oven.”

Eddie snickers and allows himself to be chased out of the kitchen. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t let that casserole burn!”

He takes the stairs up two at a time. It’s still a novelty, living in a house with a second floor – even after half a year. The water pressure is pretty awesome too, although he doesn’t take the time to enjoy it today. He rushes through a lukewarm shower, just enough to cool down and rinse the sweat off; throwing a clean shirt on when he gets out.

With hair still dripping, he thunders back down the stairs in time to see Wayne pull the casserole out, marshmallows browned to a perfect crust on top. His uncle watches in bemusement as Eddie covers the dish with aluminum foil and then hastens to dump frozen rolls onto a pan.

“What time is Steve supposed to get here?” Wayne asks.

Eddie doesn’t even dare look at the clock. “Any minute,” he says distractedly. He adjusts the oven temperature and shoves the pan in. He had a checklist, which is buried somewhere in the pile of used dishes and discarded packaging on the counter. He starts searching for it, shoving things aside in frustration, until he feels his uncle’s hands land heavy on his shoulders.

“Calm down, okay? Everything looks amazing. You’ve done a real good job Ed.”

The old man’s expression is unbearably soft when he turns around. Wayne looks at him like that all the time these days – ever since March, and that tense week in the hospital, when they weren’t sure if infection would finish the job the demobats had started.

It makes Eddie feel warm and awkward at the same time. He darts forward for a quick hug, pressing his face into the smoky flannel of his uncle’s shoulder, before stepping back and shoving the old man toward the door.

“Go on. Let me know when Steve gets here. And turn on the lights!”

***

Eddie loses track of time as he scrambles to finish – last minute tasks keep popping up every time he turns around. When he’s finally ready to call it done, he heads for the living room, expecting to find Steve and Wayne watching something on tv while they wait.

But it’s six o’clock, and there’s no sign of Steve. Wayne is standing against the big picture window, curtains shoved aside so he can look out.

“Hate to break it to ya Ed, but I’m not sure your boy is gonna make it. Snow’s really coming down out there.”

Eddie takes his uncle's place against the window, pressing his nose against the cold glass as he cups his hands to shield the glare. It's dark out, and the only thing illuminated by the porch light is a swirling wall of snowflakes. Judging by the snow already piled on the railing, it's collecting thick and fast.

"Shit," he mutters.

Concern immediately churns his stomach. If Steve left the house when he planned to, he should have arrived over half an hour ago.

Eddie goes to the phone on the end table by Wayne’s recliner, dialing the familiar number, hoping Steve decided to wait out the weather. The Christmas tree twinkles merrily in the corner; red, green, blue, and yellow lights reflecting off the silver tinsel while Eddie listens to the phone ring and ring - until the click of the answering machine picks up.

He hits the switch hook to end the call, re-dialing immediately. Ring, ring, ring and the click of the answering machine again.

He stays on the line long enough to hear the recorded voice of Steve’s father announce: “You’ve reached the Harrington residence. Leave a name, number, and brief message…” Eddie hangs up again with a frustrated growl.

Wayne watches with a worried frown. “You don’t think he would try to drive in this mess, do you? Not in that fancy car of his.”

Only someone who didn’t know Steve very well would ask that question. If Robin or Dustin were here, they’d already be suiting up for a search party.

Apparently, the expression on Eddie’s face is answer enough, because Wayne’s lips press into a thin line before he nods. “Right then. We’ll put the snow chains on the truck – as long as you go slow, you should be okay.”

They throw on coats and boots and a hat for Wayne, before trooping out into the whirling snow. Working in tandem, it only takes a few minutes to get the chains wrapped around the front tires of Wayne’s truck, latched and tensioned tight.

They agree that Wayne should stay behind in case Steve ends up calling after all, and then Eddie is off, pulling slowly down the drive.

The little house (part of a generous government settlement in exchange for their silence) is on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees and cornfields – and no neighbors for at least ten miles. Which means the only light comes from the feeble beam of the truck’s headlights, struggling to penetrate the wall of snow. It’s like driving into a tunnel.

Eddie holds his foot tense above the gas pedal, giving it just enough juice to keep the old truck bumping along at a snail’s pace, listening to the chained tires grip and grind over the snow.

I never said ,‘I love you’, he thinks. I never said it. Steve could be dead or dying somewhere along the road, and the last thing Eddie ever said to him was, “See ya.”

It’s unbearable.

After a nerve-wracking 15 minutes, scanning and straining his eyes nearly to tears – Eddie finally spots a faint shape in the distance. Just the silhouette of a person, no car in sight.

It’s Steve. It’s gotta be.

He slams on the brakes – too hard. Even with the chains on, the old truck slides a few terrifying feet farther than intended. Heart pounding, Eddie throws it into park and wrenches the door open.

He hits the ground ready to run and nearly busts his ass as he sinks into snow over his ankles; staggering like a drunk toward the huddled figure of his boyfriend.

Eddie grips the other boy by the shoulders, eyes raking over him head to toe, searching for injuries. It’s hard to see – the headlights cast everything in sharp relief, full of shadow.

“Shit Steve… are you okay? I was so fucking worried, Jesus Christ.”

Steve pats his chest and laughs through the audible chattering of his teeth. “I’m f-fine Ed, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“What happened?”

“Deer ran out in front of me. T-tried to miss it and the Beemer spun off the road. Car’s fine, but it’s stuck in a ditch.”

Eddie huffs out a relieved laugh and squeezes his boyfriend tight. Just stuck in a ditch – thank god. They’re so lucky the accident wasn’t serious; and lucky that Eddie came looking before Steve froze to death trying to make the long, cold walk to the house.

He pulls back to gaze into those beloved brown eyes, brushing aside a swoop of hair stiff with ice.

“I love you,” Eddie says abruptly. His breath hangs like dragon-smoke between them. It’s not how he intended this moment to go, but he can’t keep it in any longer. “I was afraid to say it, but then… when I thought something might have happened to you, all I could I think was that I never told you how I felt.”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers. “Eddie, I love you too.”

He laughs, giddy with relief, and cradles Steve’s jaw as he leans into a kiss. The world falls away - there’s nothing but Steve’s slightly chapped lips, warming slowly against his own, and the soft whisper of the snowflakes.

It’s perfect - until Steve shifts awkwardly and winces in pain.

“What the hell Steve, I thought you said you weren’t hurt?”

Steve grins sheepishly and leans against Eddie, trying to take the weight off his left leg. “I said the car was fine. I twisted my knee trying to climb out of that damn ditch.”

“Goddamnit… is there anything else I should know?”

His boyfriend unzips his jacket, revealing a towel-wrapped disc tucked securely against his chest. “I saved the pie,” he says proudly.

“Jesus Christ.” Overwhelmed by affection, Eddie kisses Steve again; it’s either that or shake the mad bastard. “Come on… let’s get you and your stupid pie home before you both freeze.”

[onyourhyuck]

MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART FOUR.

— Prologue: “I’m not your servant, I’m your wife Jaemin.” + “Okay, I sense I may have said this wrongly to you.”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

— Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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Go Yeeun walks down the plains of the farm. The animals were groomed and dressed into newer coats. The different hairbrushes for the horses had to be used which took longer than doing a simple hairstyle for yourself. Taking care of a farm alone was no joke a very hard job and task. Many of the animals were very important and so Yeeun had no choice but to take care of them, because her lovely husband who works a 9 to 5 job couldn’t do that. Yeeun doesn’t remember anything to say to Jaemin. She doesn’t know if she actually agreed to these chores, to do them. But she took a wild leap and believes her so called husband.

Was he even a husband at this point? Yeeun has been stuck for two months trying to regain her memories of Jaemin and the five children. Nothing came to mind. Sometimes her dreams feels like a puzzle more than a dream with no meaning.

At this point the young woman feels so misplaced. Like a red wine bottle placed between two beer aisles. She feels like a stuck out sore thumb that you can point out in a second. Something about this place doesn’t feel like home. This place feels new and foreign to Yeeun.

And she cannot believe she chose a life like this? I mean a farm? Chores all day? Take care of children all the freaking time and when the kids go to sleep, Yeeun has to deal with an emotionally unavailable husband who barely makes an effort to understand her? This life sounds far from perfect. Far from normal. Far from what Yeeun believes she would have wanted in the past before her memories were erased from her mind.

Opening the backyard door, the young with the black long hair stuck in a messy bun wearing rain boots and overalls sweating from head to toe because she was doing everything to make the animals happy and all fed and cleaned, the overalls had stains of mud and reeking of cow’s straws from the hay. Not expecting anyone to be home. Yeeun’s round beautiful shaped eyes resembling a diamond nearly widen at the sight of the man with a slight tone and muscular build in the kitchen making himself a hot coffee. He wore a reddish and white flannel with crossed squares, a white tank top that make his muscular chest and pecs visible at times.

As much as Yeeun was shocked she was slightly confused too. Why was he back so early? He only left three hours ago.

The woman takes off the boots and then comes forward watching him sip the warm coffee. “What are you doing here back so early?” Yeeun questions with an eyebrow raise and he looks back seeing that Yeeun was already finished with her chores. He smirks raising his eyebrows at the question. “Oh hey bunny lips.” He smirks twirling around like a jelly bean with his body.

Jaemin leans against the counter as his eyes watch Yeeun’s figure. She looks slightly exhausted from doing chores all morning until afternoon. It makes him become smug as he saw Yeeun sit down with a groan as she looks at him.

He turns around when Yeeun was waiting for his answer clearly and he opens his mouth. “Ah. I’m just so good at my work that I finished early. Aren’t i a good husband my darling wife?” The tone he used was somehow mocking and a bit condescending.

Yeeun frowns but doesn’t say anything. She already feels slightly annoyed at him since the last time. They haven’t really spoke much. Not like they had much to talk about unless it’s about children. “Right…” Yeeun trails as she sighs. “Why don’t you help around the house then if you’re so good at your job?” She now blasts an invitation to Jaemin, that wasn’t so much of an invitation.

She is tired of doing chores all the freaking time. Jaemin should take some responsibilities around this household too.

His expression fell down. “But Yeeun that’s your job.” He expressed with an obvious hint that he won’t be doing that since it’s meant to be ‘hers’ to do and not Jaemin’s end of the deal.

The woman wasn’t pleased with the answer and any minute now Yeeun feels the boiling pent up rage inside her stomach aching and screaming to come out and tell her so called husband off right now. Yeeun would’ve divorced him by now, just saying she would’ve picked those papers up in a heartbeat. But Yeeun was thinking about the children and so she didn’t do that; the children matter the most. So Yeeun feels only more and more angry and frustrated at Jaemin’s lack of responsibility.

Yeeun slants upwards on the chair at the table as she takes off the boots now, with a stomp on the ground now. It’s clear that her body was showing anger but her voice was silent. He could imagine fire burning on her eyes whenever Yeeun looks at him.

It is also slightly misogynistic isn’t it? Yeeun is a woman so why is she doing the womanly house chores in the house? Surely Jaemin is a bit more modern than that considering his not so-fatherly acting decisions.

“Look are you here to just come and go? You’re meant to be here in this house too and as long as you’re living here you should do some chores around to help.”

There was a moment for their eyes to make contact. Jaemin stares at the woman telling him now this as she’s staring back at him unamused by how his blank eyes were slightly different than before. He looks like he didn’t want to help at all but when Yeeun phrased it like this he feels like he has no choice but to do it? He just never did a single chore in his life. Jaemin opens his mouth to say something but nothing came out so he closed it, and he raised his finger and puts it back down when his lips sealed. Yeeun’s voice comes off as a tired and annoyed sigh.

“I’ll be fair on you. You can wash the dishes on Saturdays and Sundays. And you can also do the laundry on those days too.”

Really? Jaemin couldn’t believe it you’re seriously giving him chores to do on his alone time! On his weekend where he doesn’t have to go to work. It’s the only time he can relax without the children wanting his attention too. And usually he would be at the bar or hanging out with his friends too.

He gave a slight frustrated fake smile at his wife. “Yeeun can you be slightly more lenient on me? I work. I want my alone time too.”

“Funny. I want my alone time too but I don’t get any at all.” Yeeun shot back and Jaemin felt his brain shutting instantly down. Fair enough, it looks like Yeeun has him cornered.

Hands running through his hair as he stares back at Yeeun and he gives her a slight nod as he sits down now in front of Yeeun as they’re at the table watching their faces. He was staring at her as he spoke now with a perusal sweet smile. “Alright how about just Saturday and i clean the dishes.” Jaemin now asked with both of his eyebrows turning up raised, as his voice was clearly trying to convince and change Yeeun’s decisions.

But she was too stubborn and Yeeun wasn’t the type of woman to fall for Jaemin’s tricks from getting away from doing his own chores. Yeeun was fair considering she does everything around here so it was fair. Jaemin was just avoiding her and her demands as his wife.

She leans forward and slams her hands in front of the table shaking it a bit which then flinched Jaemin as he wasn’t expecting Yeeun to really be this commanding and close to his face when shaking that table that held their elbows together on it. “I’m not your servant, I’m your wife Jaemin.”

Yeeun’s words echo in his ears. She feels more like a servant than a wife right now, and Jaemin’s eyes widen a little.

He groans a bit back at her words but he was now truly feeling like there’s no way he can get out of this now. Jaemin sighs.

“Okay, I sense I may have said this wrongly to you.” Jaemin replies to her as he looks at Yeeun again and he finally nods, without much choice, he doesn’t like this at all. “I’ll do the chores on Saturdays and Sundays.”

He then adds quickly causing Yeeun’s expression to falter downwards. “But on one condition.”

Yeeun has a bad feeling now that he’s saying one condition, and she can only think of bad things right now. “What condition will that be?” She sighs.

Yeeun’s expecting the worst.

He smirks leaning closer. “I take you on a date how about that?”

She furrows her eyebrows. “Why a date?” This was very sudden and somehow when Jaemin always suggests something there will always be some weirdly suspicious motive behind it all. Yeeun can’t help but shake this off.

He hums a bit. “Do I need a reason to take my wife on a date away from the kids?” He now stated and it makes Yeeun silent.

He had a point and she has no comeback to say to counter this so Yeeun trails quietly. “Have we went on a date before then?”

There was a little silence as Jaemin smirks and leans closer nodding. “Oh yeah. We did before once. You can tell how that went.” He states with a flirtatious laugh and smile as he’s now suggesting something completely different.

What did he mean? Yeeun thought.

“How did that date go?” She said confused and Jaemin found it surprisingly very innocent reaction of hers. He leans a bit closer and wraps one arm around Yeeun as he shifts her weight and chair to move even closer towards him where he sat in the chair. His playful eyes never leave Yeeun’s confused and curious eyes. It’s clear that she has no clue, and of course she has no clue.

She has no memories. No recollection. It just makes this more or so funny for Jaemin.

When their faces are even closer he whispers to Yeeun’s ears. “How do you think we made Yongsoo, bunny lips?”

The heart raced like crazy. The eyes widen like sweats coming down the Iris pupils. She grew redder on her complexion now and Yeeun snaps away from Jaemin as she scowls now. “Oh god do you have to say this to me?” Yeeun complained, it was unpleasant and it made her flustered. Embarrassed.

Jaemin on the other hand was loving her reactions. He just loves it when she rejects him so equivalently to how much she’s squeamish at the thought too.

It only takes more for Jaemin to throw in a baby-making joke there and there to have his wife Yeeun leaving him alone.

“You asked. Don’t be complaining to me.” Jaemin smirks as he looks back at Yeeun caressing some of the strands behind her ears.

He took a moment to admire her red cheeks. Somehow she has a feeling there’s a bigger motive behind his ‘date’ he’s asking her to go on right now. “So is that a yes then?” He now asked her again with a playful smile. “Don’t leave your husband hanging here, Yeeun.” He sweetly adds.

She groans mentally. Yeeun looks at him with a flat expression between her eyebrows and eyes. “Okay I guess we can go on a date.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Darling. Get ready because we are leaving at 6.” Jaemin remarks standing up and leaving the kitchen which makes Yeeun widen her eyes.

She wasn’t expecting it to be this quick? Now she’s left thinking what was his whole deal with this deal thing. They really haven’t been communicating much to be going on a date despite having children together. Yeeun sighs. This is going to be a long day.

The children were all rousing up at their father when they now were told they won’t be home with Yeeun or him. They were shocked at first. Haewon, the cute little girl with two braids holding her bunny plushie was the first one to speak out with a pout clearly not liking this. “Awh I want mommy. I don’t want uncle Jeno. He’s not fun at all. He thinks he’s funny like Kevin Hart.”

Oh wow how awkward Jaemin thought, he wonders what his best friend has told his children last time when telling a joke considering they all find him extremely unpleasant right now, or maybe they want their mother so bad they don’t want anyone else right now. Usually the boys like Jeno when they get babysat by his friend.

But now? Yeeun completely changed them. Jaemin was left there trying to make his children calm down and not be so disappointed. He didn’t expect the children to be so attached to Yeeun but hey, they are and they really look up to her so much.

“Dad can you take Jeno on the date instead? Mommy can stay with us.” Insu the one with the slight wispy lips on his words whenever he talks now said tugging on Jaemin’s wrist.

Jaemin laughs a little. “Come on what will me and Jeno do on a date if we go together? Anyways we won’t take too long.” He said now as he would huddle the kids as he kneels down. “Be good to Jeno, kids, and I mean it.” When he brought them in a circle to tell them the rules again. He was serious with them now and he spoke with intentions of not having them repeat what they did last time to Jeno…

He starts to list their mischievous pranks they always do and get in trouble for when they get babysat.

“No paper bombs.”

“No filling the water tub until it overflows.”

The boys whine when he said no more pranks with the bathtub. Hanuel was enjoying that one, especially when it was his idea. Despite being the eldest he was a genius at pranks.

Jaemin looks back at Insung, the twin with the wider cute ears sticking out. He flicks his son’s ears warning. “And that counts no playing with fire, Insung. I mean it.”

The boy nods slowly, he looks disappointed when his father said no to fire. Jaemin really doesn’t know how these kids came up with these ideas.

“Alright. Be good kids. Mommy and i will come back home soon.” Jaemin said now and the front door revealing their mother coming out wearing a new outfit that they never once saw on their mother before. She looks more dressed up and she even put on makeup?

Haewon gasps wowing first as behind Jaemin Yeeun was walking outside the house. “Whoa mommy you look so pretty.” Her daughter exclaims and she was literally eyeing her mother as if Yeeun was like a real life-doll.

The eldest boy Hanuel and the twins Insu and Insung were watching their mother with a jealous eye. Why did their mom go with their dad? She was meant to be with them watching their new episode of their cartoon show on tv!

Yongsoo was already crying. “Mommy nooooo nooo don’t goooo.”

The children didn’t want their mother to go and have fun with their dad because let’s be honest, they love Yeeun too much to let her go right now and their attachment issues? Are severally attached. They like Jeno but they can’t compare him to their amazing mother who does everything for them. She knows everything they like. Meanwhile Jeno doesn’t know anything except bad jokes and he ends up getting pranked by them.

The last time Jeno actually babysat them, he woke up ducktaped in the pig pens. He spent the next hour that day with the pigs, his entire body covered in the grey thick duck tape. And the kids were all making a mess at home too with the freedom they had back then.

Yeeun was surprised to see her children so unhappy and it somehow made her heart beat so much. She gives them a loving smile all and hugs them all in a crowding manner and a huddle. “Oh you guys, I’ll be back soon and I promise when I come back I’ll buy you your favourite ice lollies on the way yeah?” The children seem a little more obedient and happy with that deal.

The two men, Jeno and Jaemin now make eye contact as they try not to smile too much. Jaemin has to give it to Yeeun. She has found a bond with the children he couldn’t do at all. Yeeun was so good with them now.

And not to mention how beautiful Yeeun looks right now Jaemin found his eyes stuck on Yeeun. The short sleeve top with slight pale-ish green colour really goes well with that milky soft complexion. The little handbag strand on her arms and the long flared jeans with the boots? It was definitely an outfit that he likes. It shows off every curve and every beautiful detailing Yeeun so much.

Yeeun sighs and looks at Jaemin who she saw staring at her in a very obvious and different manner and direction.

“What?” Yeeun blurts out confused, she looks down at her outfit and then back at her husband. “Do I have something on my face?” She half panics and Jaemin shakes his head. “No, no,”

He clears his voice. “Nothing. I was zoning out.” He brushed away the own thoughts of Yeeun looking beautiful. “Get inside the car Yeeun, we gotta go.” The woman was brought to reality and she nods getting inside the passenger car.

The car clicks and she looks out the window waving at the five children. “You sure your friend can handle them?” Yeeun would ask looking at the driver seat where her husband was sitting now starting the engine with the key in the car hole and they soon drive off slowly leaving the farm and their house property. The drive in their town roads were slowly coming into view and Jaemin let’s out a soft laugh at Yeeun’s question. He trusts Jeno. They went through high school, through kindergarten. They were friends since they were very small at this point Jaemin would put his life on the line for Lee Jeno.

With one hand Jaemin would drive the steering wheel on the car turning round the corner while his left hand was now moving forward to hold Yeeun’s hand softly. He looks back at her for a second only because he needed all his attention on the road as he was driving. “Don’t worry about them being okay, yeah? Jeno is someone I trust with all my heart. He will take good care of them until we go home.”

The hand contact was something new it made Yeeun’s heart race as she saw their hands touching now a lot longer than a second too. She sighs. Jaemin was right this was a date and not a worrying therapy session about her children. “You’re right. So where are you taking me then? Some fancy restaurant?” Yeeun smirks guessing.

She hopes it’s a fancy restaurant where she can have steak or something like that. It would be a perfect date in her book. If Yeeun had to pick. The steak and wine combination for a date at a fancy eloquent restaurant would be an amazing date to go with Jaemin at.

The mention of a fancy restaurant makes Jaemin laugh and shake his head, he was amused to say the least that his wife has high expectations. Well. He’s about to lower them and say goodbye to a fancy restaurant idea. “Oh no no darling. No fancy restaurant.” He smirks.

“I’ll be taking you somewhere more fun and traditional bunny lips.” He smirks wiggling his eyebrows forward which makes Yeeun already think something so bad.

She shouldn’t be having negative thoughts but the way Jaemin was lowering her expectations of what their date was gonna be like. Well. Yeeun was seated in the far tightly as she lets her husband drive them to the secret location.

The drive to the place Jaemin was taking Yeeun to was a bit far from their home but not that far if you don’t walk. By far it was a decent drive. He would come out of the car and Yeeun opens her car door by herself. She wasn’t even sure why she expected Jaemin to open the car door for her, he was walking ahead and when he saw behind that the woman was not following he yells in front motioning a waving hand at her to follow him. “Come on, we can’t miss this tickets!” He yells.

‘Ugh he can’t even open the door and wait for me?…’ Yeeun sighs in her head thoughts.

The area they lived in was always the countryside and almost kinda poor-like with working class. So when she starts to walk following Jaemin behind who bought their fair tickets. It was like an open fair that opened up today. He took her to a local fair with many running games available to do. They walk side by side and Yeeun’s eyes widen at how many rides there was too.

It wasn’t something Yeeun expected, that’s for sure.

He saw her expression searching everything she’s seeing as if getting information where she was at. Jaemin smirks and grabs her hand now. “Come on, don’t get lost. Take my hand.” The man lead her and Yeeun let’s him taking her hand as they held hands while walking amongst other people.

Somehow the warmth in her heart grew when Jaemin was holding her hand so tight leading her to a certain stand where it caught her attention. They were selling all sorts of prizes if you manage to shoot the running duck toys on the wall with the shotgun that has pebbles in it.

Yeeun raised an eye at one of the prizes. It was a a bracelet made up of string but it had a little gemstone in the middle, it was something the young woman noticed first.

Her husband looks at Yeeun and stands behind her to see what she was watching so intensely. “Ah you want the arm bracelet, Yeeun?” Jaemin smirks and he thinks it’s an easy one way job to get for her right now.

He didn’t waste a second but motions to the stand owner. “One shot gun. I want that bracelet up there as the prize. How much do I need to shoot?” The stand owner looks back at the prize and then looks back at Jaemin. “Five ducks.”

‘Five… there’s no way he can manage to shoot five ducks right?’ Yeeun wasn’t sure actually. She can’t remember if he was good at shooting or if he knew how to work it out.

When staring at the man grabbing the shotgun and getting it ready with a proper aim at the running ducks on the walls. It’s like goose hunting. He was chasing the ducks with the aim trying to get one. He was silent and focused when Yeeun was watching him and it feels almost intense right now. Even the owner of the stand was now watching Jaemin with not much expectations.

But even if no one was believing in him. Jaemin shown no fear and no mistakes. The shotgun runs up and he ends up getting the first duck. It struck so quickly that when Jaemin reloads the shotgun it makes Yeeun’s eyes widen trying to make sense of how quick the pebbles were shot at the duck.

He got one, and that one duck turned into four other ducks as he manages to shoot all five remaining ducks to win the bracelet prize.

Jaemin smirks as he takes the bracelet and puts the shotgun back. He then whistles approaching Yeeun on the side. “What’s with the surprised look?” He laughs a bit seeing Yeeun pale as she wasn’t expecting her husband to be so good at aiming with a shotgun.

“I didn’t know you knew how to shoot?” Yeeun said back with a laugh. Jaemin’s smirk never leaves his face as his big round eyes and his long fluttering eyelashes poke at Yeeun’s expression when taking a step forward holding out her arm. The softness of his touch makes her heart race so much more prominently; and his breath was deep as Jaemin’s soft still eyes looking down at her wrist as he tied the bracelet on her wrist finally. “There is a lot of things you don’t remember about me, bunny lips.” Jaemin’s deep and low voice spoke with a smirk as Yeeun looks up at him taking back her wrist when he was done putting on the bracelet.

There was silence between them but Yeeun and Jaemin were brought back to reality when the smell of food passing the fair streets makes her stomach tingle. The growling sound makes Yeeun feel slightly exposed.

She completely forgot to eat earlier today. Jaemin looks at Yeeun with a soft laugh when seeing her become slightly shocked to hear her stomach make such a loud sound. “Hmm, hungry Yeeun?” He grins and she looks at Jaemin with an eye roll. “No, I’m starving.” She emphasised.

There was Yeeun again, with her little eye rolls thrown at his words as he asks the most obvious questions. They begin to walk somewhere more quiet. The fair was getting quite busy the later it gets and so on. Jaemin didn’t really want to eat dinner filled with crowds. And he most certainly prefers some alone time too with Yeeun. It’s a luxury to be alone like this after all. They might as well make most of it.

There was the coastal sea and the brick walls that you can watch the sea crashing against. Yeeun puts her handbag down on the brick wall as she leans with her elbows forward watching the ocean waves crashing down, back and forward, upwards. It sounded so magical to be close to the sea like this and Yeeun closed her eyes inhaling the air.

It feels so cold and refreshing. It makes Yeeun’s body feel so much better. Currently she was alone waiting for someone to come back. Jaemin told her he’s getting food so he told her to wait here for him until then.

When Yeeun was wondering where the man could’ve gotten lost Jaemin appears behind her and leans on the brick wall. He takes out a foiled food. Yeeun was expecting something cleaner, less greasy. The sight of the filled up sandwich with chopped up meat and melted cheese makes Yeeun salivate but also, she wasn’t expecting to be eating greased up meat and cheese.

Jaemin hums taking a bite of the sandwich too. “Here you take a bite you’re hungry aren’t you?” She scowls and shakes her head. “I’m good, you eat up. I’ll eat at home.”

The words she said makes Jaemin smirk as he took another bite and puts the sandwich under Yeeun’s nose which makes her smell how good it actually was. She was just stubborn to want to take a bite out of something that’s greasy and more un-healthy in her eyes.

“Come on, Bunny lips. Don’t be stubborn. One bite?” Jaemin urgently said as he watches her fighting her inner urges and conflict.

Yeeun murmurs. “No I’m fine, not hungry anymore. Looks unpleasant.”

But the moment her eyes were watching the sandwich Jaemin takes a bite out again she couldn’t help but gulp. Her hungry stomach was growing more hungry watching Jaemin eat and she slowly comes closer.

“Fine. Give me one bite…” Yeeun trails as Jaemin smirks giving her the sandwich in the foil paper. When he saw the girl take a bite out of the sandwich it fills his loving eyes on her. He loves seeing Yeeun try the food he eats only.

It’s something he’s used to. Yeeun wasn’t so used to this kind of food, but when he saw her obvious reaction it was clear that she loved it. The moment the bite she took from the sandwich Yeeun let’s out a soft moan and nods as she ate. “Mhmm…” It was clear that his wife loved it, and she was wrong about this food. Jaemin smirks. “Is it good?”

She gulps down chewing the sandwich, she takes another bite going back for seconds, it makes Jaemin almost proud he introduced Yeeun to some good culture over here. “Oh god how come i didn’t find this earlier?”

Yeeun exclaims.

He chuckles and he motions his hands to the sandwich. “Let me take a bite too—“ Yeeun moves her hands away and she shakes her head. Jaemin laughs as she moved away. “Okay okay you eat up, it’s good you’re eating.” He states giving up. It’s obvious she won’t be sharing as it’s too good to her right now. Like a new addiction probably.

Yeeun and Jaemin turn to the ocean view as it was nighttime with a cold breeze running against them and their clothes. She finished eating the sandwich now but Jaemin and Yeeun continue to watch the waves crashing.

“Hmm did you ever travel, Jaemin?” Yeeun asked the man and he softly smiles. “No, but I wish I did.” He sighs.

“Many people born in these deprived areas don’t have the money to travel.” Jaemin started to state the facts. The poor people stay poor.

Yeeun looks at Jaemin softly and she gives him a gentle smile as her hands brush over his hand intertwining their fingers together. Somehow holding hands became natural today. They never held hands before until today.

“Someday we can travel. I’ll make it a promise.” Yeeun softly said to him. She spoke in a soft spoken tone that Jaemin couldn’t even imagine to hear from her ever.

It was different. They’re now speaking openly with softness. It wasn’t like before at all.

Jaemin’s eyes watch Yeeun’s as she said that she would make this come true for him and it made his lips seal together in a thin line.

Sometimes he can feel this invisible thread pulling him towards her heart even more.

The pull, the rough drag, the urge to kiss Yeeun too. Deep inside beneath his harden skin and his high iron walls Jaemin keeps up, there was this heavy heavy gravity of Yeeun’s words resting at the end pit.

And it’s changing him very slowly, breaking at the iron walls he keeps on.

Their bodies were still but Jaemin’s head tilts on the side and softly moves closer letting their lips touch softly. The kiss feels like standing on top of the finest silk or on top of a cloud. Yeeun’s eyes closed and Jaemin’s hands brushed up on her face caressing his thumbs down her cheeks, deepening their soft kiss, she feels the hitching breath stop and her cheeks growing warmer.

The sound of their lips leaving, it was like a wet soft small sound between them that their kiss made when it came off. Jaemin looks down at Yeeun and he slowly brings his hands down her face, admiring how beautiful Yeeun looks tonight.

“I want to apologise for you know…not helping around the house and for not being there for the kids.” Jaemin trails awkwardly. He wasn’t the best at making apologies but it was his goal to give one to Yeeun.

Yeeun was the most shocked though. An apology from Jaemin?

Perhaps Jaemin was changing, Yeeun thought. “Thank you, Jaemin…”

Meanwhile back at home the children were having the time of their lives with their uncle Jeno. But it must be the opposite for their uncle right now, because this feels like utter hell on earth.

Jeno was tied against the stairway railings now with his hands handcuffed by dog leads. One of the children, he can’t remember who, managed to tie his hands with dog leashes!

“Whoever tied me come untie me! Your parents will be hearing about this.” Jeno warns as he sighs, he wishes judgement day came and took him now because he can’t deal with babysitting five rotten devils.

Hanuel the eldest was watching tv with a tub of ice cream and a large spoon. “Uncle Jeno you should really stop shouting, it’s pointless.” Hanuel smartly suggests.

“Be glad you’re not stuck with the pigs like last time.” The older boy said again with a smirk as Hanuel went back to eating the ice cream.

Jeno wants to roll his eyes at the boy’s smart-ass attitude. This kid is meant to be the oldest but why was he the meanest?

Then the twins, those twins were making a mess in the kitchen playing with pots and pans. They rattle and rattle everywhere. Meanwhile their older sister Haewon was trying to bake a cake right now. She’s making the cake batter.

‘Oh how brilliant,’ Jeno thought. Jaemin and Yeeun are having the time of their lives but back home it was chaos running wild like a spreading fire.

Then Jeno’s thoughts stop when Yongsoo was by the top of the stairs with a skateboard. The youngest boy was there ready to roll over with a skateboard down thinking it’s going to be a smooth ride, but Jeno was there in the way and he will be crashed into.

“Oh… Yongsoo! No! Don’t slide down.” Jeno shouts but he came too late to warn the boy as he rolls down with a skateboard and crashed into Jeno’s back knocking Jeno out cold while Yongsoo was sliding down with a little ‘Weeeeeeeee’ happy sound coming out of the boy’s lips.

Jeno will never be babysitting here again, even if Jaemin paid him like this time! He won’t do it again!

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Sorry this took so long, chapter 5 is coming out this week too!! I decided to release 2 parts this week because I was very far behind this series </33

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Sanji Loves You (SFW/FLUFF)

I wrote this, because I always wondered if I could be loved like this. Yeah yeah dont laugh at me too much😒

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Sanji’s Heart was pounding, his hands were shaking all day nearly cutting himself a few times during breakfast. He has been planning this for 2 years and after weeks of pep talk from the girls he knew it was finally time.

“Just 12 more hours…”

He was so nervous of a sure thing. He had a thousand and one possibilities roll through his head all day, but the jitters settled when he seen your smile.

“Just 9 more hours.”

Sanji watched you from a far, you looked so much happier now from when you first met him. You were stand offish. You never trusted men due to your past, Luffy, being Luffy helped you gain that trust back, but it was a very slow process, Sanji remembered being so heart broken and helpless when you refused to eat his own cook food for a whole month. But one night he caught you in the kitchen trying make you something to eat, but you didn’t know how to cook.

So he taught you.

You didn’t like being alone.

So he ate with you.

You were afraid of opening up to him.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It took some time, but you allowed him to come into your circle and you blessed him with your first smile.

He was your first crush.

Your first date.

Your first kiss.

Your first everything.

And you were his.

He couldn’t grasp why he gravitated towards you so hard, maybe it was how he knew what it was liked to not feel wanted or loved. But whatever it was he was so happy to have you.

You smile more, you laugh more, you’re comfortable. You had a rule that you don’t sleep around people you don’t trust, but one quiet night you and Sanji stayed up talking and he felt your weight on his shoulder. You slept peacefully beside him. To this day he makes sure you’re completely safe when you sleep in his arms.

“Just 5 more Hours.”

Sanji had to make today perfect, it had to go smoothly. No enemies. No marines. It had to be today he knew it. It was time to be the man Zeff raised him to be.

“2 More Hours.”

Time was running out. The food was nearly done, but Sanji was a sweaty mess. Nami offered to finish up and made him get cleaned up. He wore a red suit. Your favorite. He remembers your flustered face when he first wore it, how cute you were looking at everything but his face seeing how well he can dress for a date.

He remembers all of your dates with him, the first one was in that very kitchen, then on the deck, then he finally was able to take you out in Dressrosa. It was the first time you both seen so many married couples. He had you yet he still felt jealous. The beautiful rings on each partner’s finger symbolizing their love.

That’s when he asked you,

“Y/N, how do you feel about marriage?”

It was a question you didn’t have much of an answer to but you felt strongly about it now that you know what love is . If he would have asked you a few years prior you would have scoffed and laughed. You didn’t believe in love or marriage.

But he changed that.

“1 more hour.”

Sanji cleaned up real nice. Robin knocked on his door,

“She’s on the deck waiting.”

Sanji sighed heavily, his chest felt small, he went through a whole packet of cigarettes in an hour, he put one back in his mouth just for good measure. He was so grateful you never mind his smoke. He had a problem, but you never faulted him for it let alone asked about it.

He came down to see you smiling and partying with everybody. You stood out like a sore thumb. You never cease to amaze him with your beauty and even with all those around it was like you had a 6th sense to know when Sanji was near and where exactly he’d be because you looked right at him and smile brightly.

“30 more minutes.”

He squeezed your hand tightly whispering in your ear to follow him. It was almost time. He held you close, he loved your scent, your hair, your eyes. Everything.

You were his, princess.

“This is so sweet, Ji! You didn’t have to do all this for our anniversary!”

Your voice was nothing he could ever compare it to.

And that smile.

That damn smile of your was going to be the death of him,

When he first seen you smile it was an explosion in his heart. When you first caressed his cheek it was a burst of happiness in his soul.

You were truly a special case for this man.

“Anything for you, Y/N.” He kissed your knuckles tenderly and looked at his watch .

“It’s time.”

Sanji kept you in the middle of the deck, raising a toast, it was sweet and short, and that was only for what’s to come.

He could’t wait any longer. He tired to spill his entire heart out to you, but he paused not realizing half way through his speed he was already on one knee.

“Sanji…”

The entire ship was silent. If you listened closely you could possibly hear everybody’s heart race, especially yours.

Sanji’s hands were shaking pulling out the velvet box, inside a small ring, shined so brightly in the moonlight you almost and to look away, as one hand still not leaving yours, practically squeezing in anticipation of the next words out of his own mouth he asks,

“Y/N L/N….will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband?”

Of course he would word it like that.

Even though your yes was nothing less than an expected answer Sanji felt himself breath again.

You swung in his arms not wanting to let go, with the mixture of kisses and tears all over his pink face, you were filled with a joy you couldn’t explain,

“Of course i’ll marry you, Sanji!!!”

Tears were shared with you and him that night, it was something that you both relive in your minds over and over again for years to come. Moreso Sanji than you now as he sees you playing by the beach with your kids, with that same beautiful smile. He’s so blessed to have met someone he cares for, cherishes, adorns, protects, and most importantly

Loves.

Sanji truly loves you.

[sillyguy99]

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

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

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

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

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

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You've changed.

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

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

How am I a traitor?

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

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

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

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

I'm tired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               That had been a year ago.

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

               The thought sends chills down your spine.

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

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

               Now?

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

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

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

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

               "need somethin' else, pal?"

               You jolt at the new voice, deep and hearty.

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

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

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

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

               “hey.”

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

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

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

               You feel hazy again.

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

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

               “U- Um…”

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

               “Thank you.”

[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction, Chapter 10

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: mild angst

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

You wake the next morning, early but immediately alert. Gojo is the first thing on your mind, your eyes dart to your phone laying on the bedside table. You’re itching to pick it up and check if he messaged you, to look for any indication of how he might be feeling.

To distract yourself you pop out of bed and start your routine for the day, taking extra care choosing your outfit. After comparing options and deliberating longer than normal, you decide on something cute but not too flashy and a spritz of your favorite perfume, just to make yourself feel good. 

On the way to breakfast, you finally let yourself check your phone. Your eyes scan the notifications, but there’s nothing from Gojo. You deflate slightly. It would’ve been so easy to prepare for the rest of the day if you just knew what he wanted from you! Now you’ll have to wait and see if he shows up for class, then gauge what his reaction is like. 

You grab a small plate at the cafeteria, but anxiety has taken the place of hunger in your stomach. After finishing your meal slowly, you head to class early. 

The July air is already sweltering outside, and the unrelenting humidity doesn’t help the anticipation and nerves you have for the day. You’ve never seen Gojo walking around on campus, but that doesn’t stop you from keeping an eye out for a flash of white hair as you trudge towards the Graduate school. 

The classroom is empty when you reach it, which only gives you more time and space to think about Satoru. You unpack your bag and open your notes document, leg bouncing under the table.

Gojo had been much more communicative with you the last month, and in your time working together, he never backed down from the opportunity to speak his mind. As soon as you can speak to him, you’ll be able to tell whether he’s also interested in you. 

The professor and other students of your cohort slowly filter into the room as you mull over what his reaction might be, and Kuzume’s arrival finally gives you something to think about besides your partner. In her own research for the project, she’s found a new composer whose style and depth she aspires to reach one day. Her own partner, Fumio, had even liked the styling, though Kuzume claims his appreciation for music is shallow at best. 

The mention of Fumio brings your mind back to your own partner, and you glance at the clock on your computer. It’s nearly time for class to start and he hasn’t arrived yet. You can’t decide if the anticipation will be worse if he shows up or if you have to wait even longer. 

As the professor walks over to shut the classroom door, Gojo strides in. You can’t help yourself. You covertly examine him from across the room as he settles into his normal chair. He seems as relaxed as usual, and in your hasty catalog of his appearance, you don’t notice any abrupt changes. Nothing that can signal how he feels, one way or the other. 

Your professor has returned to the front of the room, she surveys the group for a beat before speaking. 

"Good morning, class. I have an important update regarding the paired project due at the beginning of next month.”

Your breath catches and tension in the room grows. Two weeks of notice is hardly enough time to make adjustments to the paper, and you had just finished making edits to the current version. You don’t have time to update the project, let alone take into consideration everything going on with Satoru. 

“I am pleased to announce that this particular group of students has been invited to participate in an annual teaching symposium." Your normally reserved professor speaks with an unusual enthusiasm.

"To showcase the work you have done, each pair will present the research and theoretical problems created for the final project."

She continues listing off the details and expectations of the presentation, and you process all of the extra work you’ll have to do. 

“The symposium will take place after summer break concludes. While this term will be over, it is expected that each group takes the time to prepare, and is ready to speak at the conference at the beginning of next term.”

You glance over to where Gojo is sitting across the room. He sits expressionless as he listens to the rest of the professor's speech. You feel a sudden pang and wish that you could see his whole face right now. He was so expressive and open when the two of you were working on the couch. Now you can’t guess what he’s thinking. As far as you can tell he hasn’t even looked in your direction yet. 

The rest of the class period focuses on ensuring that expectations are fully understood for the new presentation and reviewing the most recent reading assignment. The torrent of discussion that follows the announcement ensures that there’s not another moment to devote to your partner. It feels like you blink and then you’re being dismissed. 

As usual Gojo stands to leave right after the class period has ended. He heads out of the room without saying anything. There’s no time for a discussion before your second class, but your heart sinks that he didn’t at least say hello or acknowledge you in some way. 

You walk to your Learning Theories class across campus with Kuzume and Saito, internally debating whether you should have said something. Maybe he was waiting for you to reach out or text him.

You contemplate the idea as you’re taking notes in the second class. This close to the end of term, the course consists of review of the last readings and preparation for your final paper. You’ve already done your own review with the study group, so you allow your mind to drift back to Gojo. 

A text would be casual- just to check in and plan some time to discuss the presentation. He usually responds quickly too. When Learning Theories ends, you’ve settled on messaging him.

Actually doing the texting is easier said than done. 

You drum your fingers on the wood of your desk as you think of how to phrase the message. You type an option out, stare at it for a moment, then delete the text. God, it feels so silly and juvenile to be worried about texting a man!

After scrubbing your face with your hands, you stand up and look intently down at the screen. You ask when he’s free to plan the presentation, simple. Before you can second guess yourself again you hit send. Now it’s out of your hands. 

Having sent the text doesn’t seem to alleviate any of your anxiety though. You spend the afternoon thinking about how you’d like to build your next unit for the Eikaiwa school. Even during the summer when students have breaks from their normal classes, many of your class will continue taking courses as an extracurricular. If they have to be in classes, you’d at least like to make the material interesting for your pupils. 

You lose yourself in planning, but you can’t help but notice that Gojo doesn’t respond to your message.

You don’t know whether to take his lack of response as disinterest or an indication that he’s busy planning for his trip. He had seemed preoccupied when you left his apartment. Either way, you’re determined to talk with him. Even if he doesn’t want a physical or romantic relationship, you’ll have to work together for the presentation.  

The next morning, you put on another cute outfit, pick up some strong tea from the cafeteria, and walk seriously to your classroom. Kuzume sits next to you shortly after, her brow furrows when she sees your grave mood. She tilts her head is a silent question, and you shake your head in response. You’re not in the mood to talk right now.

Nothing can distract you now, you are laser focused. You listen to the lecture, chime into the conversation once. You don’t bother to take notes, putting away the computer at the end of class would lose you precious seconds when you need to get out the door. You feel the energy wane as class comes to a close and you steel yourself. 

As is typical, Gojo is one of the first to leave the room. You’re quick to follow, though, and you catch him in the foyer of the building. 

“Hey, Sa-” you hesitate, “hey Gojo.”

When he turns toward you, there’s something inscrutable on his face. It’s gone in a moment, returned to the neutral blank look he wears during class. He leans against one of the columns near the benches.

“What’s up?” 

It’s so casual, so utterly careless. As if he truly has no idea what you could want to talk about, when you have a million questions you could ask. His delivery is nearly flawless too, slightly friendly but not warm or teasing. It’s like your relationship has been taken back months in time.  

You silence the thought, forcing yourself to focus on the goal- you’ve got to talk to him and figure out what to do for the symposium. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about the project. Apparently we’ve still got some work left to do.” You offer him a small smile. 

“Oh, yeah.”

“So we’ll have to edit the conclusion and then divide up the content and write the actual presentation.”

He waits for you to say something else, but you just look at him. It’s the first time you’ve been this near since you kissed. His cologne or aftershave brings those memories to the top of your mind and you swallow, willing your cheeks not to flush. You remind yourself that he hadn’t responded to your text or reached out to you. 

“Well that’s easy enough. We’ll each do our own subject areas, it’s just an outline of the existing research and our examples.” He finally says. 

There’s no trace of the playful banter or intimacy from the last few times you had spoken. Each answer brief and direct to the point. 

“Yeah, but we won’t be able to cover all of the sources, we’ll need to prioritize. We can meet at the cafe and go over the details?”

Gojo hesitates for a moment. He runs his hand through the hair on the back of his neck and turns away from you slightly. 

“I don’t think I’ll have time this week. Just make a document and share it with me.”

Even when your relationship had been at its worst, he’d still agreed to meet with you. How could he be refusing now, when you’ll be delivering a live presentation in front of who knows how many people? You clench your jaw.  

“These things aren’t really that formal, no need to spend a ton of time rehearsing.”

“Sounds good.” You nod, but there’s no color in your voice. 

“Great.” Gojo’s voice is flat and his ever present smile hasn’t made a single appearance. 

He turns from you and continues on the path away from the building. You’re left staring after him, wilting in the heat. You suppose you have your answer on how he feels. There’s nothing to do but plow ahead and get this project finished. You feel oddly lonely. 

You take a moment to gather yourself, ready to head back to your dorm. Before you can leave or break, you feel presence behind you. You turn and find Saito and Kuzume watching you with concerned expressions. It’s too much.

With a watery breath in, you step towards them. 

“Are you alright?” 

Kuzume is the first to ask, and you don’t know how to answer. Everything had seemingly happened so fast, and you lost Gojo before you even knew how much you cared for him. After weekly meetings, growing to appreciate his humor and teasing, and now being treated like a stranger. 

“C’mon,” Saito’s voice is soft. You’re not breakable. You’re fine. Or you will be, as soon as you can process everything that you’re feeling. 

The two of them walk with you to the Learning Theory class. Normally traipsing across campus is accompanied by gossiping or complaining or laughter, but today the three of you are quiet. At least class will give you something to focus on. You’re not going to fumble your last couple courses of the term, and now that you know where you stand with Gojo you can put him in the back of your mind. Your education is what matters.  

Learning Theories passes in a blur of final notes and an explanation of the final exam. Before you know it, the professor is dismissing class and your friends are back in front of you. Without saying a word, they watch you pack up and walk with you to the campus cafeteria. 

You’re not really feeling hungry, but you know Kuzume and Saito are trying to help. You grab a rice bowl and refill your water bottle. Kuzume and Saito wait till you’re settled at the table before gently prodding. 

“Was he being rude again?”

“If he’s acting out of line, we can tell the university. Being smart isn’t an excuse to act like a dick.” Kuzume adds before you answer. 

That makes you crack a smile. A sudden wave of gratitude for your friends washes over you. Maybe your friendship with Gojo isn’t one that’s going to last, but you’ve studied for exams, reviewed for countless hours, and talked with the women in front of you the entire term. You’ve found friends, and now they’re supporting you, though they don’t even know you’ve kissed Gojo yet. 

You sigh. You’ve got a lot to catch them up on. You take a bite of your lunch and start filling them in on just how close you’d gotten with Gojo. 

When you finish describing your make out season with Gojo, Kuzume’s jaw is nearly on the floor. 

“I knew it! You were acting way too cheery for someone spending time with an absolute ass. So what happened?”

Her face softens and as you look from her to Saito the words get caught in your throat. 

“He just acted like nothing had happened. He wasn’t rude but just swept anything else under the rug.”

You huff, and your voice has a watery quality you hate. You shouldn't be feeling too upset about someone who clearly doesn't feel the same way. 

“And he was the one who kissed me! I thought that we were actually becoming friends. He really grew on me.”

Saito reaches her hands across the table and grabs yours. She doesn't say anything, just gives you a squeeze. 

Kuzume adds her hand to the pile and she does speak up. 

“Well, you still have some friends. You don’t have to worry about me kissing you.”

The mood lightens after that, and the three of you finalize plans to proofread the final papers for the Learning Theories class and get lunch once more before summer break. 

It’s not total relief, but your chest does feel lighter when you walk back to your dorm after lunch. Regardless of what happens with Gojo, you joined this Master's program to put down roots in Tokyo and prepare for your future as a teacher. 

You’ve got to focus on the big goals, and finishing the term strong is what will matter most for your long term success. You crack open your laptop and open the group project. The conclusion won’t edit itself.

[bluespring864]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @yoellglia, @kingfisherprince and @shambolicchaos for tagging me even though I haven't done one of these in months, I appreciate it <3 And look at this, I am actually doing a tag game.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 57. How did that happen.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

418,066. Some of those 57 are pretty long ;-)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Well I won't list them all, we'll be here tomorrow. The published ones are mainly: Tatort, Good Omens, Potter, Tennis RPF, Skating RPF and a few Music RPFs. There's an awful lot of WiPs from Sherlock Holmes to Poirot to Star Trek to Oasis to Austen to various Panel Shows to Les Miz to The Hobbit and back again though. Plus WiPs for all the published fandoms. Sigh.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Alright this is going to be a trip down memory lane, seeing as I'm mostly active in very niche fandoms these days. Also, this statistic is perhaps skewed by the fact that lots of my fics are in German (a few nearly made it onto the list though!) and my RPF is locked (for registered users only).

Days in the Sun: Tops the list by a very long way. Harry Potter. A Snape/Hermione post war fic published in 2018. I'm a different writer these days but I still like lots of things about it.

To Trust in One Another: Good Omens. Aziraphale/Crowley post Season 1. I remember the response to this overwhelming me at the time, I had never gotten so many comments so quickly after posting and haven't since. This fandom is so lovely (and filled with writers!).

To those who wait, eventually: Harry Potter. Snape/McGonagall. I love this pairing and this story. And while I am very surprised that both the Potter Fics I actually published are het, I am not surprised they both feature Severus Snape.

Almost Too Kind, or: Prometo: Figure Skating RPF. Yuzu/Javi. I still like the Yuzu POV, although I think I've perhaps written more interesting skating stories, but this was obviously the most popular parinig at the time. Hence the amount of kudos I guess.

Language Barrier Sidestepped: Figure Skating RPF. Yuzu/Javi. This one surprised me because it's just a silly fluffy oneshot. But with some language nerdship in the title and the story (that part is less surprising, if you know me)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always, and sometimes too verbosely :D I like a good comment discussion and I have made friends that way.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angsty endings? Me? I would if I could. Maybe some day. I guess the angstiest one is this unrequited love drabble in the Tatort Münster Fandom.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, most of them have pretty happy endings, I think.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far. Most of the comments I get are really nice. I can remember only a handful slightly weird ones over the years.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No one is more surprised than me, but yes. In my case, it's usually part of a story and has a function in the story. But it can be pretty graphic because it's weird to me to treat sex as something to gloss over. That being said, sometimes a story decides on a fade to black. On the other end of the spectrum, I've also come pretty close to writing PwP, depending on your definition of it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Never written one, very rarely read them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

People have asked for permission several times and I always grant it (of course I do) but I don't think I've ever gotten a link to a finished translation (which I always ask for). I get it though, some of my stories are pretty long and I know all about the difficulties of translation :-)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It's not finished but I hope we can get back to it @kingfisherprince! I might not always be the easiest person to work with, but I thoroughly enjoyed it so far.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I don't have one, I write whatever pairing is interesting to me. And would love to write more gen fic if inspiration strikes. The concept of an OTP used to make no senses to me either, though I guess I've come close with Novandy in the Tennis fandom. I still write lots of other stuff in that fandom though.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have trouble going back to the Potter stuff for various reasons. Would love to finish a Snarry which is already at almost 30k but doubt I will. I also have a Poirot/Hastings case fic I really want to finish but (see writing weaknesses)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure. I hope Í write realistic relationships that make sense in the story. I try to write clear prose that's not too cluttered (I don't always succeed). Sometimes with my longer fics I've managed to slightly miraculously tie things together, which is amazing to me when it happens but I can't control that at all.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I sometimes overexplain. I tend to forget about 'setting the scene' descriptions now and then. And the big one: I can't plot for the life of me, I write as I go along, which isn't always a problem but definitely is when you try to write a murder mystery (I've got an unfinished Poirot one and an unfinished Tatort Münster one which I would love to continue).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it, though I tend to use it relatively sparingly and either add translations or try to make it clear in other ways in the text what was being said (a translation degree comes in handy for this).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Well the first time I tried writing fic it was Kirk/Spock but the first thing I finished and published was Tatort Münster.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don't do this to me. The answer will be different every day, I think, and for lots of reasons. This is not me being pretentious (I hope), because I would have just as much trouble choosing my favourite song or book etc. Let's pick Two and Two Together for today because I never would have thought I'd write a 42k poly fic, but here we are. I think we've established I sometimes surprise myself.

Tagging: I think most of the writers on my dash have been tagged... but maybe @bonos-grindcore-sideproject and @advantage-sinner and @savageandwise and @all-my-worlds-a-stage if you want to do it?

[goofygoldengirl]

Reversal: A Reversed Love Square Playlist (Annotated Version)

Ladynoir

1. Flaws: Bastile

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve. And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them up. Let's finish what we've started Dig them up. So nothing's left untouched.

2.You Found Me: Kelly Clarkson  

Yeah, you broke through. All of my confusion. The ups and the downs. And you still didn't leave. I guess that you saw what nobody could see. You found me.

3. Break In: Halestorm

You let me fall apart without letting go. Then you pick up the pieces and you make me whole. I didn't want to escape. From the bricks that I laid down.

4. The One Who Got Away: Katy Perry

In another life. I would be your girl. We keep all our promises. Be us against the world.

5. Do I Wanna Know?: Arctic Monkeys

Have you no idea that you're in deep? I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep?

Adrienette

6. Line Without A Hook: Ricky Montgomery

"She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"

7. Everybody Rise: Amy Shark 

So one day I'm just gonna walk up to you. Say it how it is, I'm in love with you Been thinking 'bout this for a month or two. God help me, I've been so scared to.

8.I Think We’re Alone Now: Billie Joe Armstrong

And so we're running just as fast as we can. Holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night.

9. She’s The Prettiest Girl At The Party And She Can Prove It With A Right Hook: Frank Iero

I tied my stomach in knots, and I'm ready to know. I'll put it on the line if you'd just give it a go. 'Cause I wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. If it's cool with you, I'd really love to spend the night.

10. Bloom: The Paper Kites

When the evening pulls the sun down. And the day is almost through. Oh, the whole world it is sleeping.But my world is you.

Ladrien

11.When You Were Young: The Killers

You sit there in your heartache. Waiting on some beautiful boy to. To save you from your old ways.

12. Your Ex Lover Is Dead: Stars

I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save. 13. In My Veins: Andrew Belle

Oh you run away 'Cause I am not what you found

Marichat

14. Paris: Sabrina Carpenter

Why'd it take so long for me to know this (know this). Scared to put the water with the roses (roses). Halfway 'cross the world for me to notice. But I notice, yeah, I notice, yeah.

15. Adore You: Harry Styles

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

16.Falling for U: Peachy ft Mxmtoon

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical. But I just want to be with you. Please tell me, boy. Can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you.

17. Head Over Feet: Alanis Morissette

You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that

[otrtbs]

my weird questions as an Australian about America because I have no American friends:

Do you have Hungry Jacks???? It’s basically McDonalds but better but I just wonder if it’s an Australian thing

Do you drink the water out of the tap?? I’ve seen people mention it but I wonder if it’s true. We drink tap water or the tank water depending on what you have at the house

Why is your food sizes so big???

How many classes do you take a day in high school and when do you start/finish school each day?? In Australia, we start classes at 9 and finish at 3

Do all school let you stay on campus even after school is finished?? If so, that just seems barbaric to me

Do you have credit/data on your phone or do you just use wifi????

When you have student loan debt, do you just have to pay it off as soon as you finish school??? Here in Australia, we have HECS and once you earn a certain amount each year, it comes out of your pay check and you don’t even know

Do you guys not have Medicare???? Like is it easier to just be sick then go to your doctor???

In Australia, we have Centrelink and it’s money from the government if you don’t have a job/are studying/a single parent, etc. Do you have something similar??

Do Americans watch cable TV and if so, do you have shows that come on the same time each night? We have things like Home and Away that we watch at 7pm nearly every night

That’s all my questions for now!

hello!!

1. we do not have hungry jacks 😔 i have never heard of that before

2. you can drink water out of the tap!! and a lot of people do!! some refrigerators have water or you can buy brita’s to filter your water if you prefer!! and a lot of people just buy cases of bottled water

3. i have no idea but it’s kinda nice bc it’s cheap and you can make one meal go a long way w the leftovers 🤷‍♀️

4. in my high school we took eight classes (math, English, science, gov/history, economics (and electives) so I took French, debate, psychology) that was my senior schedule at least!! my high school started at 7:25 am and ended at 2:55 pm everyday

5. you do stay on campus after school is out for all kinds of things like sports clubs and extracurricular activities (national honor societies, French club, etc) and you can stay for tutoring if you needed extra help in classes !! So even though school was done by 2:55, normally depending on what you did you would be there until 4-5

6. We do have data here for our phones!! not everything is Wi-Fi !!

7. So the way my student loan debt works is , i have 6 months after I graduate to start making payments on it. I can apply for a deferral to ask for more time before I begin payments and if you’re a student (say I go from graduate school to law school) I don’t have to pay on my loans until I’m done w school but it accrues interest the entire time

8. There is Medicare for people over 65 and Medicaid for qualifying individuals but not universal healthcare so often it really is easier to just be sick than to go to the doctors if you don’t have insurance or good insurance through your job because it’s HELLA expensive if you get sick here. so as unfortunate as it is, a lot of people wait until they really need a doctor before they go :(((

9. Not super knowledgeable abt this ngl but you can apply for unemployment benefits and food stamps which I guess would be the sort of equivalent ??? But you have to qualify for those programs 

10. We do have cable tv!! a lot of people watch cable tv it’s very common!! I watch jeopardy almost every night at 10pm on cable hahaha

hope this helps! <3

[stillebesat]

5, 9, and/or 25 for the writer asks, please! 💜🐝

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing.

Hmmmmm. ^^;; admittedly it's been a bit since I've been acitvely writing (trying to get back into it this year) so with older fics I'm probably more surprised to have written Emile Picani or Character Thomas. Going through my wips though I do have a fic concept written in the DCMK verse that focuses on various Black Org members as the povs for the story. An odd choice for me to choose a shadowy villain's perspective all things considered. But I do like telling stories from various points of view so *shrugs*

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

^^;; I can find inspiration from most anywhere. Music, Dreams, Books, Shows, Real Life Events, Posts on the internet..... Currently though my various thought concepts (that I need to write down at some point) are inspired by....idk plot points that aren't fully expanded upon in cannon episodes? Or "What if" scenarios. Since I've been having fun with coming up with ideas for the DPXDC fandom (haven't yet written any unforunately) it's also a lot of inspiration from seeing posts from other fans where I either go "I want to write that!" or go "That's cool BUT WHAT IF I DID IT THIS WAY?!"

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

This is from a Sanders Sides Area 51 prompt that I've been working on for years now (yay multichapter fics that refuse to finish themselves) and happened to look at again today, but I do enjoy a bit of the world building here. ^^;;

Emile pulled off his glasses, setting them on the desk as he practically collapsed into his chair, resting his head in his hands. “That...well...that went.” He muttered, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up from the stiff style he’d put it in for the camera. 

Sure, as a kid, he’d dreamt of the opportunity to be on screen, but he’d imagined it as the main character for a kid’s TV show. Not as--as a government liaison. Now thousands if not millions of people had seen his face. Seen him basically threaten them. Seen--

A cool hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it as a soft thunk sounded on the table, the whiff of hot chocolate hitting Emile’s senses a second later. “Gurl, ya did just fine.” 

“It was awful.” Emile mumbled, peering up through his fingers as Remy pulled away,  unable to hide a fond smile as his guard shrugged off his jacket, letting out a small sigh of relief as eight slender long limbs, similar to spider legs, spread out from his back.  

It had taken nearly a year for Remy to grow comfortable enough around Emile to show him this side of himself once they’d been paired up on the base. 

He’d been okay with waiting though. Emile was well aware that not all of the people he encountered here at Groom Lake were as human as they appeared. But he hadn’t forced the matter. He knew from his college days and later his brief, very brief, six month career as a therapist, that it was best to let people talk about themselves at their own pace.

Thanks for the ask!!! ^^;; <3

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#5

Not a day will go by (9/?)

Hello my patient friends! Sorry for the wait! It won't be this long again (for real this time)! This is a Christmas fic for last year's Secret Santa, and I've given myself a deadline to finish it before this year's secret Santa. Specifically, I'm trying to finish before December 18, which is mine and @cosette141's birthday! Thanks so much to everyone who's still reading and leaving comments--they keep me going when my brain refuses to write! Thanks especially to @MotherKat for being the best beta EVER! I'm going all out in November, and I've actually already got Chapter 10 written!! So it won't be too long!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke, @everything-person, @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

Summary: He may not remember his present, but she doesn't know his past. If she did, she wouldn't have married him… right?

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19 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#4

Not a day will go by (10/?)

OK, confession: I've had this one mostly-finished for a couple weeks. Nervous about it! Finally earning the M-rating, although it definitely goes nowhere near E. Not a thing I've done before, so your patience is appreciated! I'm really hoping I can finish the fic this month! Wish me luck! Thanks as always to @motherkatereloyshipper for her EXCEPTIONAL beta-ing, and for this BEAUTIFUL cover I just edited in! If you find any errors, they were probably my last-minute pre-post edits!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke @everything-person, @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10

Summary: Hook gets a chance to get to know his wife.

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20 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

Not a day will go by (7/?)

APRIL FOOL'S.

Get it? The joke is, you thought you were definitely not getting an update of this fic today, but actually YOU DID. The first of 2022 (yikes)!

But seriously, so sorry it took me this long! ADHD is apparently the boss of me much more than I would like. But I'm hoping to get back on--not nearly an every-day posting schedule, but definitely better than every-four-months.

Thanks a bazillion to @motherkatereloyshipper for coincidentally being awake at a million o'clock her time and willing to beta so I could post this on April Fool's!

Tagging: @resident-of-storybrooke   @everything-person @teamhook

AO3 Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7

Summary: Captain Hook wakes up in a strange bed, next to a woman he does not remember. He finds nothing particularly unusual about this situation. But the woman seems to know him very well.

In Storybrooke, there’s only one surefire way to get back a lost memory. And it’s not going to work until he loves her.

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20 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

My beautiful complete set, + a bonus first edition I got from a Secret Santa and the Spanish edition I’m working through! Somewhere I have the Vince Natale edition of The Thief, but I lent it to a student. I’d... better get that back before graduation, huh?

I think I might already have a somewhat more matched set in my classroom, at least part of it. I don’t mind whether I win or not, I just really wanted to share my beauties! 

25 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My fellow Friends of Jonathan on the Discord were talking about who they picture when imagine Quincey P. Morris. There were many excellent answers, like Owen Wilson, Woody Harrelson, and Daniel Craig doing his Benoit Blanc accent. 

I apologize profusely but my answer is Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. .

42 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Sunday 2 August 1835

7 10

12 ½

no kiss  breakfast at 8 10 - dullish coolish morning - breakfast at 8 10 -  A- off on the gray horse (1st time of her mounting him) to Lightcliffe school (her own pony being blistered on the near skin bone for a splent) walked with A- as far as Charles Howarth’s to see how she got on - on returning turned the ponies into the paddock and finished my breakfast - then at my desk writing the after part of yesterday etc till A- returned at 11 5 - then with her (rather tired) till went to my aunt at 12 ½ - read the short service in 20 minutes and sat with her till 1 from soon after then to after 2 very heavy rain with thunder and lightning so that we would not order the carriage out, and did not get to the school till 2 ¾ - only a minute or two there - the children had got their feet wet, so A- sent them home instead of to church - we ½ hour in the church (till 3 ½) before Mr Wilkinson got into the pulpit - he did all the duty - preached about 20 minutes - from Hebrew iv. 8, I think - sat an hour at Cliff hill Mrs AW- very glad to see us - seemed pleased at the idea of our going to London - then ¼ hour at Crownest explaining to Washington about Turner’s estimate for stones for the Tail goit and A- looking at plan of her Halifax property - gave SW- an order unlimited to buy the cottages in Hatters fold (let for about or above £50 per annum) to be put up to auction on Wednesday next – SW- to see Mr Leather on Tuesday and if not, to leave a note for him - told him SW- to give the average water at 5 1/2in. thro’ a 2ft. guage - 2 pumps of 8in. bore to life water 90ft. - what dimensions of wheel and goit does Mr. Leather recommend?  home at 6 ½ - dinner at 7 - a little while with my father and Marian to wish goodnight - then had Booth - he is now (having had the plans at home) in good spirits about the Lodge and bridge which he will begin of immediately - Charles H- had told him I was going away for 2 or 3 months, so B- came for money but can wait 2 or 3 weeks - explained about the Northgate business and how I went by the estimate of the work without taking into the account the price offered for old materials - B- thought it ‘nothing but right’ - then coffee till 9 - then wrote the last  16 lines of today - settled with George - we could have the places to London - indeed if we had taken them to Sheffield it would cost no more to go forwards to London! Lucky we determined to take them forwards an idea that only came into my head during the sermon at church this afternoon! to be off at 7am tomorrow to arrive in London at 6am on Tuesday at the Bull and Mouth - George took this evening my letter (and order for £4.10.0 on the Yorkshire district bank payable to George Buckle esquire with compliments and thanks for his civility and attention) to George Buckle Esquire Prerogative court office York post paid and my letter to ‘Mrs Hawkins 24 Dover street Piccadilly London post paid’ ordering a comfortable apartment and dinner (soup roast lamb and a pudding) to be ready for me at ‘6 on Tuesday evening the fourth instant’ - had just written so far at 9 20 - a few minutes with my aunt to wish goodnight and goodbye - she has been poorly all the day but seems rather better tonight -dullish but finish day till the very heavy rain and thunder and lightning from soon after 1 to about 2 ½ - still rain but less heavy till after 3 - afterwards fair or nearly so for the rest of the day -  packing from about 9 ¾ to 12 and A-, too, looking over maps to see what she wanted to complete a set etc etc and not in bed more than a minute or two before one

[lowestechelonabomination]

for this ask game

literally the first scene :'). I'm not kidding when I say I wrote nearly all of Clouds without any outline. one day I was really sleep deprived (as always) and bored with online classes, so I decided to scrape together a fic out of the weird crack ideas that were bouncing around my head. the first two chapters were written in one go with minimal revisions, and it Shows. like, you can absolutely Tell that I had no idea what I was writing. which means that writing chapter 5 is a much bigger issue for me than it should be, because now I have to decipher what on earth I was thinking when I decided to open up the ao3 editor at 4 am. I've recently decided that instead of waiting until I somehow magically get motivation to finish chapter 5 before rewriting the old chapters, I should instead first rewrite the first 4 (while uploading the original versions to Tumblr of course) to get the brain juices flowing and then return to the wip chapter I haven't touched in uh *checks notes* 9 months. also once again sorry for the extremely long delay @lusciouscollie-blog, writing is Hard. if you're interested, I posted another fic a little over a year ago called O Overcoat, and I consider it my magnum opus, so if you have a craving for more Echelon writing you can check it out if you want :)

[whale-in-that-case]

A few weeks ago, some friends (Flemish and Italian) I made at uni complimented my English. This post is the story of how this relates to the Tolkien fandom.

First, it is very important to note that I first encountered a piece of Tolkien media at 9, at a summer camp, when we watched the first hobbit movie. I, being 9, didn't remember the title of the movie or most of anything that happened in it (it was a very fun camp, we did lots of things ok), but I did remember that I adored it.

At home, a couple months later, I tell my dad about this amazing movie we watched and how there was a scary frog-like man who told riddles in the dark. My dad, a 70s-80s Nerd, tells me that it sounds like Gollum. By the way, did I know that we have the book that movie is from at home (my mom got it for Christmas the year the movie came out)?

Dear reader, at this point in time I am a weird friendless child who spends her days devouring books at an alarming speed. I have read something like a third of my local library youth adult collection. I did not know we had that book at home, but I do now and I am rabid at the idea of reading it.

So I do. And I love it. And my dad, seeing this, decides that the 10 years old would definitely love the Lord of the Rings book trilogy (80s hardcover edition) that he also has laying around in a drawer.

I did love these books. I reread them at least 5 times in full, bringing a volume with me at school many mornings and thus developing my back muscles as well as my literary culture. I then found the Silmarillion in my library and attempted to read it at something like 12. I did finish it but I don't remember what I made of it at the time (I reread it at around 16 and enjoyed it more).

Anyway, LotR story of great feats and wild lands had my imagination running far and wide. I attempted to find more of the same thing by 1) looking at every book in the library (my brother was so mad we had to spend so much time waiting for me every time we visited that my mom started leaving me there while she drove my brother to sport. I still thought that wasn't nearly enough time to choose a book.) and 2) using my brand new ability to access the internet to search for new stories. This is how I discovered fanfic.net (and read some things that could have sped up my sexual awakening if I hadn't been profoundly Asexual already and therefore deeply confused by the amount of content I found on this subject), and later ao3 and tumblr.

This is therefore, incidentally, the main reason I am even talking to you right now in English (or at all). Our courses were kinda atrocious at school, but I had the added motivation of having found an entire treasure throve of stories to obsess about my favourite characters that were inaccessible to me due to not being written in French. This was unacceptable to my young mind, so as soon as we started having English classes I read them anyway with a translation website open in a another tab. In half a year, I was bored with the classes because I already knew most of the vocabulary and has developed an working understanding of grammar through my massive consumption of fanfictions.

And this is why children obsessing with pieces of media is a boost to their future academic career and should be broadly encouraged.

[dragon411keeper]

Dr. vale fallen

Date: 5/14/1998

Time: 8:35 AM

Well now, I just saw someone that was presumed dead but I did have the sneaking suspicion that he was alive, just didn’t know where… and by the looks of things, he managed to find his own way into this other dimension, the man that I speak of is Dr. Vale Fallen, and by the looks of things he managed to keep his rather robust body in shape despite the several years he has clearly taken on, if you were to compare him to me it would likely be comparing a fountain pen with that of a 0.2mm gel pen, one is more used to being used outside in the elements and the other can only be used in more controllable environments.

In any case, I need to follow him and figure out why he is so close to the city I found during my travels.

Time: 9:46 AM

Oh no, by the looks of things he did manage to get his machine working, albeit catastrophically, he did manage to make it work, after all this time he was correct; there was another realm waiting to be discovered we just needed to look in the right place, and by the looks of the crater he set up his temp lab in, he is not finished…

Time: 10:23 AM

He walked out of his lab with such ferocity it scattered the nearby Pokémon promptly in effect, and he looked straight at me and yelled with equal measure my name:

“QWIN W FREEMAN I KNOW YOU ARE IN THOSE BUSHES! GET OUT OF THEM AND SHOW YOURSELF TO ME YOU COWARD!”

Now I’m not one for confrontation, but he did just call me a coward so I complied.

The look on his face when he saw how much I have grown since we last met was almost as beautiful as my peach blossoms face on the day that we met, almost. And he did take no time examining me as a result,

“come inside Quinsy, I need to measure you to see how much you have grown since we last met”

to which I replied with,

“That event was nearly fifteen years ago, and in addition to that, this growth spurt was fairly recent too, about eight months ago if you want to know how long I’ve been in this dimension”

“Fifteen years? Well then if that is the case I will have to adjust my clo- EIGHT MONTHS!?! You have been in this dimension for eight months where I have been here for fifteen? I for once beat you at something!!!”

“Yes you have beaten me here, by using mechanical means, as I was transported here via old ruins dedicated to HO-OH close to lavender town in an underground network of tunnels.”

After saying that he responded with,

“I’ve been here longer than you, y-you just beat me in style points that’s all…”

and with that we went inside and he gawked at the muscles that I have gained as a result of getting transported here, turns out I gained about fifty metric pounds of punching power as a result, still lower than his ton, but my stamina was given a significant boost as well.

Time: 7:35 PM

Man, He still makes the best risotto in all the land, and dare I say he still has got five star potential?

No?

Ok then, after reading through his Pokémon research notes he has encountered some really interesting ones, even one that has an explosive growth on its back and can be supercharged via electrical attacks made upon it, I would very much like to see one of those new specimens…

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