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And They Were Roommates!
Part 2 AO3
Steve didn’t hate him exactly.
He was just… vastly irritated by his very presence.
When they’d fallen into being roommates with Eddie, Steve and Robin were just happy to have anywhere to live.
They’d spent a few weeks living in the ageing BMW after they’d gotten booted by their previous landlord when the rent had spiked again and they couldn’t afford to pay it anymore.
Then Dustin had come to them saying he had a friend that had a spare bedroom that he needed to fill and they had jumped at the chance.
It wasn’t a terrible apartment, all things considered.
The bathroom needed a bimonthly mould clean out and the water pressure was nonexistent. It was almost always colder inside than it was outside, no matter how hot the weather got and the front door had clear signs of being broken down before, with a new lock haphazardly slapped over where the old one had been but it was shockingly quiet and secluded.
A small and unassuming building that people tended to glance over sitting close enough to the city centre so that everything was within walking distance. It was twice the size of the place Steve and Robin had lived before, an open plan kitchen and sitting room with enough room for a dining table creating a barrier between the two.
A nice dining table too.
One that could fit more than two people.
Two bedrooms, one bathroom.
Eddie had apparently wrinkled his nose at the idea of sharing with a couple but Steve and Robin weren’t about to correct him. He was a completely unknown person who seemed to make it his mission to look mean and scary, no matter what Dustin said about him.
So Steve refused to feel bad about making assumptions.
But the guy was less mean and scary and mostly just annoying.
He left his shit everywhere, like he’d never heard of fucking organisation before. And he was so loud and exuberant all the time. Like yeah, they guy could enjoy his passions or whatever but that didn’t mean Steve had to like being an unwilling participant in it.
When Robin moved out, Steve stayed even though it was clear Eddie would have preferred if he'd gone too.
He wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate was a lot.
And he certainly wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate kept dropping hints he wanted his special someone to move in and Steve to move out.
Steve would show Eddie the meaning of stubborn.
They bickered like an old married couple constantly and Steve couldn’t exactly say that he hadn’t risen to the bait or caused his own fair share of problems between the two of them either.
Things had only marginally shifted once Eddie had proudly stuck up a flyer advertising the set list for the Pride Parade After Party that his band had somehow been signed to perform at.
When he caught Steve looking at it one morning he’d levelled him with his smuggest smile, like he’d just won some kind of argument. Like he was just waiting for Steve to go on a homophobic rant and run out of the apartment, never to return.
“Got a problem there, Stevie boy?”
Eddie crossed his arms loosely over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter with a feral look in his eyes, itching for a fight.
Steve had just turned to him with his sharpest, most cutting grin and lifted open the zippered side of his bomber jacket, revealing his bi pride flag patch sewn to the inner pocket.
“No.”
Eddie had glared at the patch like it had personally offended him before storming off to his room with a scowl.
After that, the barbs thrown at each other had gotten a little more… queer.
After one particularly frustrating argument, Steve had snapped at Eddie “I know how to keep a fucking shower drain clean, Mary.” before snatching his keys up and slamming the door behind him.
When Steve had finally seen fit to talk to Eddie again, nearly two full days later, huffing at him to hurry up in the kitchen, he wanted some coffee, Eddie had turned with the most exaggerated face of surprise and his hands thrown up in shock as he proclaimed, “She speaks!”
Steve had rolled his eyes and grumbled, “Jesus, you’re such a queen.”
Eddie had levelled him with his own cutting smile and responded, “That I am, darling.”
After that their arguments were full of a lot more condescending and patronising ‘Mary’s and ‘sweetie’s and ‘oh, honey’s.
It gave Steve the strangest feeling of companionship. Not only with Eddie, loathe as he was to admit it, but also with the culture and with the queers of old who were still around, who’d had to kick and spit and fight just to be seen.
Eddie had been buzzing around the apartment all day.
It was A Big Date Night™ apparently.
He was gonna ask the boyfriend to take a road trip with him back to Indiana to meet Wayne, a big step that he’d never made with a partner before.
Steve liked Wayne. But he liked even more how irritated Eddie was that they spoke. Wayne had called the apartment one day looking for his nephew and when Steve answered he heard the sounds of a game in the background and asked about it.
It was over forty five minutes later Steve turned to find Eddie staring at him with a horrified expression on his face and Steve couldn’t help the evil glint in his eye as he continued to debate Wayne on their favourite players.
But Eddie had left hours ago now and it was getting… late.
Really, really late.
Like four in the morning late and he hadn’t come home yet.
He was supposed to, he needed to be up the next morning for his shift at the nerd shop he worked at and he loved that job. He wouldn't miss it for anything.
Steve wasn’t like, worried or anything.
Not that Eddie needed to be babied, he wasn’t one of his kids.
He was just… looking out for the safety of another human being.
The only light in the dark apartment was coming from the low glow of the tv and it was so quiet there was barely a sound coming from the speaker. Steve was curled up on the couch, swaddled in a throw and his mind kept drifting.
He couldn’t pay attention to whatever was playing, his brain just kept catastrophising about what the fuck could have happened to make Eddie so late.
He nearly jumped out of his skin and simultaneously felt his body unclench when he heard a key in the lock and recognised Eddie's wild head of hair coming into the apartment.
But that didn’t last long because Eddie caught the door before it could close with a loud snap like it usually did, shutting it slowly and softly behind him.
It was alarming because Eddie never remembered to close the door quietly, no matter how much Steve bitched at him. And it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, Steve knew that, it’s just that his mind was most often somewhere else, focused on some other thing so that he simply… forgot.
Eddie cursed low to himself as he slumped into the kitchen, pulling the freezer door open and rummaging around for a bit before pulling something out.
He kept his head low, hair spilling out around his face as he jumped up onto the counter and sat.
He still hadn’t noticed Steve sitting there, watching the whole exchange under the dim flickering light of the television.
It looked like Eddie had snatched up a bag of Steve’s frozen peas. And they were Steve’s. Because Eddie didn’t eat anything green unless it was artificially coloured and covered in sugar.
Eddie squeezed the peas in hand hands, considering, before he muttered to himself, “so fucking stupid” and brought them up to rest on the side of his face.
That kicked Steve into action, unfurling himself from the couch, keeping his throw around his shoulders because it was fucking cold and he padded over to the kitchen in his fluffy socks.
“Eddie?”
Frozen peas scattered, skittling across the tiled floor, landing in the sink, ricocheting off the cupboard doors and clattering off the walls as Eddie jumped violently at the sound of his name, softly spoken as it was.
He’d snapped his head up and Steve could see, in the dim light of the tv behind him, unusual darkness spreading over Eddie’s face, like a stain on his pale skin.
Eddie tightened his hands again around the now mostly empty bag, looking back down at it.
“‘M sorry about your peas.” He mumbled.
Steve could only blink in response.
Eddie wasn’t supposed to mumble.
He wasn’t supposed to be quiet and subdued and wilted.
He was supposed to be loud and brash and tawdry and bright.
“I’m gonna turn the light on, okay?” Steve tried to keep any rising panic and worry out of his voice, tried to keep himself calm and level. He could barely just make out the small nod Eddie gave after a beat of hesitation.
The light was harsh and painful after so long spent in mostly darkness and Steve had to squint through his glasses waiting for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he felt his stomach drop.
Eddie's face was scrunched up as he tried to blink through brightness but that wasn’t what caught Steve’s attention.
Because there was blood crusting on the side of Eddie’s face, settled around his eye and in his hair from a gash over his eyebrow. His lip was split and puffy and swollen and his cheek was slowly blooming from red to purple.
“You should see the other guy.” Eddie grinned with a wince, when he noticed Steve cataloguing, but his eyes stayed distant and sad.
“What…” Steve stepped closer, hovering his hand over the injuries, over his hair. “What happened?”
Eddie shrugged, dipping his eyes back down to the melting bag of peas in his hands. “We had a disagreement.”
Steve looked down too and gently took the peas out of his grip, placing the bag in the sink next to them.
It was only then that he noticed Eddie’s knuckles were bloodied as well, split and starting to swell.
He had to swallow against the sickening anger coiling in his throat as he closed a gentle hand around Eddie’s cold fingers and he tugged it over to the sink, turning the tap on.
“Your peas-”
“Fuck the fucking peas, Eddie!” Steve snapped before trying to reel himself back in when Eddie flinched, nearly pulling his hand away but stopping himself at the last moment.
With the softest movements he could manage, Steve got Eddie’s fingers as soapy as he could before slowly working his rings left and right, pulling them off his fingers.
“What are you doing?” It wasn’t quite a whisper but the question was low, almost like a hum.
“Your fingers are going to start to swell soon. I can leave them on if you’d rather have them cut off later?” Steve looked up to see Eddie watching their hands working together under the dribble of the tap.
He shook his head.
“Well okay then.” He tugged the last ring free and examined them, silver and wet and heavy in his palm.
There was still some dried blood in the grooves.
“Did you at least get him good with these?” He gestured to them before placing them carefully to the side and gently towling Eddie’s injured hand dry.
A smirk tugged at the uninjured side of Eddie’s mouth. “You’re damn right I did.”
Steve gave a short sharp nod, placing Eddie’s hand back in his lap. “Good.”
He moved over to the freezer, pulling out his own cold compress which Eddie hadn’t chosen for some reason and tugging the first aid kit from on top of the fridge.
“So are you going to tell me what happened?” He said, trying to keep his voice even and his posture lighthearted as he laid the stuff out next to Eddie’s leg. He pulled their second drawer open and took a clean dish towel out, running it under the tap.
“Why, Stevie? You worried about me?” Eddie tried to grin but it quickly turned into a grimace as Steve pressed the damp cloth against the cut on his eyebrow, his lips turning down.
“Don’t be precious about it, honey. Just tell me. I’ll never stop pestering you until you do.” He pulled the cloth away and started gently brushing it across Eddie’s skin, trying to remove as much of the dried blood as he could.
“Alright, alright, keep your wig on.” Eddie huffed and pulled his mouth into a frown before shrugging again. ”Well I’m single now.”
Steve managed to keep his hands working, only halting for just a second as the words hit him. “Rick did this?”
“Yep.” Eddie said with a pop. “Everything was going good, you know. Standard date stuff, whatever. Then I asked him to come meet Wayne and he looked at me. Said, and I quote; ‘What exactly do you think this is?’”
Eddie snorted and shook his head.
Steve was forced to pull the cloth away to stop tugging on the broken skin. “Wait so-”
“So apparently I’ve been seeing this whole thing as more serious than it was. Apparently I’ve been putting feelings where there were none. And get this,” he grabbed Steve’s hand, stalling his movements again and forcing him to look into those giant deep brown eyes, “he’s married.”
Steve felt his mouth drop open in an indignant stare. “No.”
“Yeah. I know, right? I’ve been the other woman this whole time.” He brought his hands up to make air quotes. “Just a bit of fun.” He tongued at his split lip. "And it's my problem, my fault that I didn't figure it out, according to him." He shook his head, forcing Steve to retract his hand from around his eye. "The fucker took his wedding band off every time we met, so…"
Rather than grabbing Eddie gently by the chin, which he was really, quite horrifyingly tempted to do, he instead said, "Be a dear and stop moving."
Eddie levelled him with a glare but there wasn't much behind it, it was all performative even as he tutted and started twisting the chain on his jeans around in his fingers. But he stopped moving his head.
"So how did that lead to this?"
Eddie scoffed. "How do you think, Mary? I got mad."
"Well good. You should've been mad. Did you throw the first punch?"
"Technically?" Eddie hummed in consideration. "Yes. But he had his hands on me before that soo…"
Steve froze, he couldn’t help it.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
"In what way?" He kept his voice light but the bright white concern underneath was like a foghorn.
Eddie shrugged again and turned his head, giving Steve more access to the blood crusted above his ear and into his hairline.
Then he leaned forward just a little bit more until his forehead was resting against Steve's shoulder.
Steve reached back to pull Eddie's hair out of the way, over the back of his neck so he could clean up his hairline.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments, the silence wasn't tense but it wasn't calm either. It was anticipatory. Eddie was building himself up to answer.
"He didn't see a problem with the situation, I mean obviously he didn't see a problem with the situation so he just wanted to… continue, I suppose. We'd been… experimenting with switching before this and he tried to go full dom on me. Kept trying to get me to submit." Eddie's voice had started to shake even though he tried valiantly to keep it down and it made Steve wonder just how long he'd been keeping it down already.
Steve dropped the cloth off in the sink and brought a hand up, resting it on the back of Eddie's still bent head, making sure not to cage him in, making sure to keep his touches light and gentle but still there if he wanted them.
"I didn't- I didn't want to anymore but he just kept going and I told him he wasn't asking my consent, he was demanding it. He said I had to do what he wanted because he was in charge and that’s how it works-”
“Eddie, that is not how it works-”
“Yes, thank you, darling. I know that. I told him that wasn't what's done, no matter the dynamics and he was just getting more and more pissed off, like I was ruining his fun and he wouldn’t get off of me so I just… fucking decked him." Eddie laughed, a terrible broken thing. “I thought… I thought we had… it had been so good while… why can’t I have… why does it always have to end like this?”
His voice had become harsher, more defeated as he went on, cracking and pitching along the words until the end. Until a heart wrenching choked off sound was pulled from his throat.
Eddie was weeping softly into Steve’s shoulder and his hands were twitching in his lap, like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted some comfort but didn’t know if he was allowed.
But he must have decided he didn’t care if he was allowed or not because the next second he’d thrown his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulled him in tight, sniffling openly and freely into his neck.
Steve took the tiniest of steps closer and wound his arms around Eddie’s middle, bypassing his leather jacket and battle vest, snaking his arms underneath until there was just the threadbare band t-shirt between them.
He ran a hand up and down Eddie’s back as he shook, while Eddie just clutched on tighter.
“Why does it always have to be… why can’t I… why…” a terrible little sob broke out of Eddie’s throat. “Why does no one ever want me the way I want them?”
Steve had to pinch his eyes shut against the pure heartbreak in his voice, coming out halting and thick and so small.
He just held him tighter, whispering little placating words and small shushes that he felt more in his chest than he did his throat.
He hesitated for just a moment before placing a light little kiss to the side of Eddie’s head, into his hair. The same kind of kiss he’d give to Robin or one of the kids if they were in the same situation.
That was all.
“God.” Eddie muttered, pulling back and scrubbing his hands roughly over his eyes and nose, apparently uncaring of his injuries. “Your shirt is fucking disgusting.” He eyed the stains and wet patches and no doubt little traces of blood he’d accidentally left there. “What makes you think that’s an appropriate state to appear in?”
Steve just rolled his eyes, taking the lighthearted jab for what it was, a want to move on, to start snarking again and cracked open the first aid kit.
“Your face is disgusting.”
“Yeah, well. You’re the one who’s been cleaning me up, sweetheart. So, who’s fault is that?”
He glanced up at the cut over Eddie’s eyebrow.
“That might need stitches.”
“No stitches, can’t be bothered with stitches.”
“Stitches not punk enough for you?”
Eddie did glare at him for that.
“Don’t even. You know I’m not a punk.”
Steve grinned at him. “No?”
“Steven.”
Even through the heavy talk, Steve relished the sight of the slight smile that had appeared on Eddie’s face and his return to bitchy banter.
“Edward, is there a difference?” Steve shrugged as he fished for supplies in the kit. “Doesn’t seem to be.”
“To you, maybe.” Eddie flicked at a piece of his hair. “God you’re such a… you’re such a jock.”
“Wow,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “let’s add observant to your list of positives.”
“Assho-ow!” Eddie shrieked as Steve pressed a butterfly bandage over the wound.
“You’re a giant pain in my ass.”
“Only if you ask nicely,” Eddie growled at him, irritated and snappy, “you perpetual bottom.”
“Excuse you,” Steve snapped back, “I switch it up. I have versatility."
“Uh-huh.”
“But you gotta admit,” Steve flashed his most charming grin, “it’s a lovely bottom.”
Eddie scoffed but there was a red flush starting to creep up his neck. “S’not like I pay much attention to your bottom.”
“Oh, Eddie,” Steve gave a disappointed sigh, “everyone pays attention to my bottom.”
He didn’t get a response, just a bitchy roll of the eyes.
“You gonna call out of work tomorrow?” He dropped the cloth into the sink and crossed his arms as Eddie leaned back on his hands.
“Why? So you can mother hen me all day? No, thank you.”
“Oh sweetie.” Steve regarded him with mock sympathy. “You think you’d be lucky enough to get my mothering?”
“What if I die in my sleep tonight? You’d be inconsolable.”
“Yeah. Simply devastated.” He said as he all but pushed Eddie off the counter and herded him back to his room.
Part 2 AO3
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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation.
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In before the update tomorrow
Here are my predictions/wishlist Stardew Valley 1.6 update! These range from "could happen" to "just let me dream":
Children aging past toddlerhood; gain ability to change their outfits
Another set of romanceable NPCs (eyeing Sandy and the Wizard particularly)
More post-marriage dialogue/events. Like an anniversary date
Festivals changing as the years go on. For example: after getting 8 hearts with Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian, maybe their band plays at the Stardew Valley Fair; the governor brings his wife to the Luau the year after you make the soup taste Delish
The ability to properly befriend certain NPCs like Marlon and Gunther
Separate screen to keep track of farm animals, similar to villager screen in the menu (helpful to me when I play a file I haven't logged into in a while and discover after 3 in-game days that I have sheep)
Non-binary farmer option
Please let me interact with the stuff in the community center I spent my whole file trying to fix
NPCs will repeat dialogue to you after you've spoken to them already during a festival to avoid the creepy situation of wandering around an event and not being able to speak with anyone like they've suddenly become statues and you're the only living thing left in town
Other bachelors/bachelorettes getting together after you're married (little bit of the old Harvest Moon rival system)
More NPCs that move to town the longer you live there, like Kent arriving in Year 2
Morris shows up every once in a while after you complete the Center just so you can appreciate how much you ruined this man's whole life. Or he experiences Growth from being in the Valley, whichever
Heart events occurring more than once. For example: replaying Abigail and Sebastian's gaming/RPG heart events; Leah can hold more than one art show to sell exclusive art; Elliot will have a new book for you to hear an excerpt from every year or so; help Penny teach the kids again; etc.
More ways to increase max health
Could I have a birthday please Mr. Ape ;_;
Fix the "Leek Surprise Gift" cutscene unlocked after Evelyn's special request so that I don't wanna crack George over the head afterwards just because I picked the dialogue option that would give his poor wife credit
Make George Nice To His Wife Every Once In A While patch
Option to fist fight certain villagers, either instigated by them when their friendship gets too low or instigated by you if you've just always hated them and wanna do something about it
At 10 hearts Jodi runs away to travel with Emily and Haley's parents because apparently no one on that street actually wanted to be a parent
Give me ten good reasons Willy can't adopt me
#Stardew valley#mine#stardew#cannot WAIT to see how many of these are way off base usagcvisdahf#first on the list was gonna be a new farm map but ape already said there would be one so it feels like a cheap shot#can you tell whomst I'd wanna punch most it's Jodi#readmores are for paying costumers
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our vietnamese tea ceremony
some may or may not know i just got engaged to a weird guy i met in college that (to put it lightly) i wasn’t too fond of but after like 2 years of snubbing him he somehow won my heart i guess
i scribbled a comic about it cause whenever people ask how i met him they sometimes get invested haha
some people also may have seen him on america’s got talent or cbs news or jimmy fallon or on tiktok doing his pizza man shenanigans lol
people often ask if he pulled me with his dough skills and i have to clarify i didn’t even know about the dough spinning hobby until after we started dating and he didn’t do the tv/media appearances until like 6 years into our relationship 🤣
my parents were both boat refugees from vietnam (they fled during the war when they were teenagers and met as adults) and i’m american- but we’re not really that “traditional” i guess
i think many viet people don’t get married or commit without having a tea ceremony haha
a hetero buddy asked who were my bridesmaids and when i told him i don’t have any he asked why and i just said “i like my friends” 🤣 (my childhood friends were there as guests though!)
i also didn’t want/ask pizza man’s family to bring the customary gifts cause i didn’t wanna cramp my style
basically the purpose of this event was for people to witness us getting engaged and be an opportunity for our families to meet one another!
5/23/2015 is when we started dating
for our first anniversary i got our initials and anniversary date stamped onto a penny and pizza man still carries it around 🥺
so 8 years later we got engaged on 8/5/2023
8 for august (8 years later)
5th of august (5 for the month we began dating)
year of 2023 (23 for the day we began dating)
i think people often go to a fortune teller or someone who knows what they’re doing to schedule important dates using the stars and other factors but my grandpa doesn’t believe in that and the rest of us aren’t really superstitious
we wore áo dài- it’s a vietnamese ensemble consisting of a tunic with a long front and back panel that is worn over pants
áo means “shirt/clothes” and dài means "long"
a lot of the time the bride wears red and the groom wears blue i guess but i wanted my outfit to look bridal when i imagine an american bride or a vietnamese bride!
i also wanted to wear a gold khăn đóng headpiece and to incorporate pearls to resemble what my mom wore when she got engaged to my dad
sunflowers are also my fav
(after we started dating i thought pizza man was tall and sunny like a sunflower haha 😭)
my makeshift shoebox altar- or as i like to call it: my “spirit pager” 😤
the double happiness symbol is two copies of the chinese character 喜 (xǐ) which means joy/happiness and red symbolizes luck for the couple
my mom asked if we should put up pictures of our deceased and i was like i don’t wanna make pizza man’s parents go out of their way to bring photos 😭
i think we were supposed to ask our ancestors for permission to get engaged or married or whatever but since my mom raised me to believe my life is mine to live i just announced it to em
as far as i know it’s not really a buddhist thing- ancestor worship is more of a vietnamese thing apparently
my mom said vietnam is a country with a lot of war and death in its history- so imo it makes sense how they incorporate the dead into their culture and traditions
after introducing each of our family members and friends- we lit a couple of incense to (casually) announce the news to our deceased grandparents and relatives
apparently burning incense is an invitation to ancestral spirits and to deliver wishes to predecessors
smoke from the burning incense guides people to safety or safe passing when they die- it also guides em back home on days like these
the spirit(s) depart when all of the incense has burned
next month is my grandma’s "deathiversary” (giỗ) so we’ll be paging her again soon
we used a tea set that was used to celebrate my 1st birthday to pour and serve (my pick) of vanilla caramel black tea to my grandpa and our parents
pizza man’s mom doesn’t like tea so i was happy i picked something she did enjoy!
but when my mom brought her family to america from vietnam- she asked them if they could bring a tea set specifically for me
my mom said it’s meant to be used to celebrate any of my special occasions
then me and pizza man said some nice words to each other and exchanged rings
my ring was pizza man’s grandma’s- his grandpa initially proposed with a smaller diamond but after he saved up enough he got her this bigger one
i don’t listen to any comments that suggest or imply this carbon rock is not humongous 🤣
pizza man paid to get it resized and to repair its prongs (it was well worn by grandma mercedes 🥺)
also found out my ring size is 3.25 (US) haha 😭
he also decided to get his grandpa’s ring resized and to wear it too!
my mom put this necklace on me- she says it reads “happiness” (i can’t confirm lol) but she received it from her mother-in-law when she got engaged to my dad
my mom was too scared to wear it after their tea ceremony cause it’s 24 karat gold and she didn't wanna wreck it
she said 24 karat gold hasn't been combined with other metals so it’s soft
i guess couples at viet tea ceremonies often get 24 karat jewelry- the idea is they can quickly sell it/melt it down for hard times
my mom also passed down her favorite jade bracelet and my grandma’s favorite diamond earrings to me 🥺
and on my 1st birthday my mom got a special ring made to celebrate my birth- she put it on a chain so the person i marry can wear it close to their heart
my mom also got a special ring necklace made to celebrate my sibling’s birth and gave it to their fiancée during their tea ceremony
it’s just the two of us so no more shiny token trophies up for grabs! 😤
i laughed when pizza man had to squat down so low so my mom could put the necklace on him
after the ceremony i asked him if he wanted me to help him take it off (my sibling's fiancée keeps theirs in a safe cause she’s too scared to wear it daily) but pizza man was like "no i like it 😄" and wore it to sleep and showered with it and hasn’t taken it off since 😭🤣
at the end of the ceremony we lit the candles on the altar to represent the union of our families!
then we ate lots of food haha
my parents both cooked! egg rolls, fried rice, lo mein, bột chiên (fried taro rice cake)
my mom was excited because she knew many of our guests weren’t very familiar with vietnamese food and wanted to share that with them 🥺
and my dad was just so excited for me and pizza man and had so much fun getting the supplies and decorations 😭
my aunt and uncle and sister-in-law brought vịt quay (peking duck), heo quay (roast pork), gỏi tôm (shrimp salad), bánh hỏi (rice vermicelli), xôi gấc (sweet red sticky rice topped with coconut, peanuts and salt)
and pizza man’s mom and family brought lots of desserts
we have always been so amazed with how good their sweets taste and look! 🥺
we also got an ice cream cake
i wasn’t thinking and asked em to write “nicholas and amy lễ đính hôn” and they called me and were like wtf is this and i was like oh no it’s ok haha don’t worry about it! 😭🤣
we had some photos displayed but my sibling took lots of nice pictures of the whole thing!
i was happy i actually got the chance to spend time with and talk to everyone who came!
it went so well and we had so much fun that we’re thinking of doing something similar for our wedding- probably a backyard wedding haha
i was telling pizza man apparently some tea ceremonies have the first half take place at the bride’s home and then the later half is at the groom’s home 🤔
anyway reminder that leftover egg rolls can be reheated in the toaster
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genderfluid bluey | aquarigender eridan ampora | genderfluid jade harley
genderfluid: penny fitzgerald | nimona | julie joyful
day 5 of my 5-year anniversary event, genderfluid | genderflux | fluidflux | etc.!
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Bangtan Weekly Report...
So a lot happening in here in the last 24 hours. Joon's appointment took everyone by surprise. Seems legit significant and I wondered if this will affect his military service... not in the fact that he would be exempt because of it... not implying that at all. What I'm wondering is after he completes his basic training, would he just go ahead and shift into some kind of position where he is also associated with this particular activity in the military? Stationed at whichever areas are doing this activity and such...
I think for sure it will definitely add to his future opportunities and influence in the public arena. It’s so exciting for him!
Also: Yoongi headed to Japan. I love that shirt, vacation vibes. I hope he was able to rest a little bit and get something to ease his coughing though. I know he keeps saying don't worry, he's not sick, but something is up because you don't hack up a lung like that after walking a few hundred yards for nothing.
Also today: Tae headed to Japan Spain! He looked dressed for an island party. It's been a while since we've seen him wear earrings. Or, I should say an earring since its only one. AND THE HAIR! I'm not a big fan of the frizzy perm but he is squeezing all he can out of his 20s before enlistment with the ash blonde hair moment again!
How does he even see where he's going? How did anyone recognize him? That hat reminds me of a woven straw basket I used to have in my dining room.
TAKE TWO!!! A new OT7 song coming!!! Soooo excited!!! Maybe we'll get a teaser! Produced by Suga and written by RM and Hobi!!!!!
!!!!!!! NEW GROUP MUSIC!!!!!!!
Also today: someone now pointing out that Kookie discreetly moved a small object out of camera view during his garbage disposer repairman live on Feb. 27 ...
How did I not notice him doing that when I watched the live... so now someone is saying it resembles a car key fob... for a Porsche...hmmm, who do we know that drives a Porsche? ... ummm.... I don't know... it could be, or not? It's got a reflective chrome button looking area on it. It's white and car key fob shaped...
Of course, it could also be a vaper or his own car key fob or something else... a tube of lube (Kookie... please put stuff away after you use it, I know its handy there but still... TMI you know?) ... I need more visual info.
Also today: I see people grumbling (outright bitching) about the commercialization of Festa/BTS... commercialization = selling out...
This is my take on all of that (and probably an unpopular opinion, but anyways...):
People are all for their "sold-out" king when a random t-shirt or shoes they are wearing or an insulated mug sells out, but our guys don't see a penny of that.
And now you're saying official BTS merch would be somehow unsavory... a money grab... even though money from the sale of THAT DOES go into their pockets?... please think through what you are saying...
And commercialization in the form of sponsorships is not good? How is it not good?...Sponsorships are great!
Here's the deal... money makes the world go round... so that exact thing is what will help perpetuate the longevity of BTS, those sponsorships will give BTS a shit ton of money in return for licensing/promotion and underwriting big ticket projects.
It keeps BTS alive in the public eye and keeps the income coming in order for them to do first class work and endeavor to promote themselves and give us great events. Fabulous purple fireworks shows are not free. Sponsors help underwrite the cost of that. And because these events are happening will also indirectly help the many small businesses in those areas because of the influx of visitors to these events.
Turning the city purple creates excitement about BTS and reminds locals that BTS are global cultural ambassadors. Army should be hella proud of that.
What other kpop group is getting news coverage for their 10th anniversary? None.
Deep pockets allow BTS to book stadium tours, so the more chance more of us can see them in-person.
The day the money stops flowing will REALLY be the day BTS retires.
If we are who we say we are and intend to support BTS no matter what happens... IF WE ARE IN THIS BANGTAN SHIT FOR LIFE ... and what we are given right now is merch and purple corndogs, then I will buy a keychain or a book or eat purple tteokbokki, or whatever, along with whatever music is released. If you really are against it, then don't buy anything but don't act like what they are doing is disgusting.
Anyway, its been a full day. We are headed into Festa season for the next two weeks and beyond. The timeline seems focused on positive things. Or maybe that's my imagination. I am going to enjoy it while I can.
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【Penny Candy】 Introducing Snacks I Bought with my Pocket Money
Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This time, I would like to introduce you to the snacks I used to buy at candy stores when I was a child! They might not be what a child would usually pick *laughs* I’ve always been more of a salty person than a sweet person 😋 Do you have any nostalgic candy or candy that you recommend? 🍡 I am always looking for video suggestions so please leave a comment📝
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Author’s Note: feeling cheesy. 🧀🥰
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Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader
Word Count: ~3,500
CW: explicit language, mild sexual content
~faqs~
celebrates every anniversary and milestone. for your relationship and individual achievements. keeps everything. memory box? more like memory boxes. goes through them with you each year on your official anniversary (as in, the day you become exclusive, although he certainly celebrates the day you first talked, the day of your first date, the day of your second date, the day you first had sex… does he have a calendar or is he just obsessed with you? likely both heh). movie tickets, dinner receipts, blurry polaroids. of course, not all celebrations are created equal. he doesn’t always go over the top. usually asks for your input before planning celebrations for the classics i.e. becoming official and moving in together. but it’s actually super sweet when you receive an unexpected Happy first time we held hands! text, or On this day ~years ago, I lent you my sweatshirt for the first time!, and Guess what today is? It’s our got-each-other-sick-and-cuddled-the-entire-weekend anniversary! badgers you about brushing your teeth. constantly concerned for you and your health. insists on kissing all of your bruises and scrapes. banged your shin on the coffee table getting up from the couch? kiss paper cut? kiss stubbed your toe? kiss burnt your tongue? French kiss paint and wine nights. grocery shopping together, splitting half and half, and choosing different check out lanes to see who’s goes faster. tossing pennies into fountains. 11:11. shooting stars. four leaf clovers. his love? as annoying (affectionate) as it is genuine — as splendid as it is simple. leaves no small gesture unnoticed. infinitely grateful for the little things.
spontaneously wakes you up at 1am to bake cookies. will laugh if you burn them, or if you forget to add the chocolate chips. is losing to you 4:17 in Monopoly. swears he’s going to win the overall tournament though. there is no tournament. talks to you in a higher octave when nobody else is around. doesn’t realize he’s doing it. you just make him happy. soft. squeaky. sidetracks anytime you walk past a playground to do the monkey bars. whenever there’s one of those carousel play structures, you somehow always find yourself clinging onto it for dear life as he mischievously spins you into the nth dimension. unless you get motion sickness. then you somehow always find yourself spinning him. do not get on a seesaw with him, because he will drop your ass to the ground without so much as a warning. his ulterior motive? getting to rub your sore booty afterwards. is simultaneously the most entertaining and most embarrassing partner to bring to formal, snooty events. will absolutely keep you attentive and giggling instead of yawning and nodding off, which is both helpful and unfortunate. helpful because it’d be rude to fall asleep. unfortunate because it’s also rude to be giggling. oops. is a master at bullshitting excuses to leave early, trading black tie attire for cozy sweats, stiff chairs for your snuggly couch. if you slowly but surely receive fewer and fewer invitations to such outings? oh well. his love? as whimsical as it is serious — as lively as it is tender. nurtures bravery and creativity. doesn’t give a damn about what they think. only gives a damn about you.
constantly buying you jewelry. not necessarily expensive. always thoughtful and artistic. handwoven bracelets in your favorite colors. earrings with your favorite gemstones. simple pendants. a small, silver heart. your favorite flower carved from wood. if you have a special connection to certain symbols (i.e. four leaf clover, yin and yang, Celtic knot), then he’s sure to keep an eye out for those too. rainy days. splashing in puddles. always holds the umbrella, because he’s at risk of accidentally losing an eye otherwise (height difference, yanno). but you still have to wear a raincoat, because, well, height difference (sure your head and hair’s protected, but if it’s windy, then your legs and torso are likely to get wet). actually. he has to wear a raincoat too hahaha, because he’s too tall for an umbrella to be entirely effective. scratch the umbrella. matching raincoats. not necessarily identical, but your aesthetics compliment each other. dressing room photos. Whaddya think? as you send multiple angles of the shirt you’re trying on. lovely color <3 does the fabric feel nice? because he knows some materials irritate your skin, and wants to ensure your comfort. It’s cotton! Super breathable is excited when you return home, satisfied gleam in your eyes. can’t wait to cook your favorite meal, treating you to the finest dining in the privacy and familiarly of your own home. hopes you’ll wear the shirt. his love? as appreciative as it is modest — as steady as it is honest. builds trust and longevity. sees forever in your smile.
personal photographer. not only when you want your photo taken, but when he wants to take your photo. 98% of his camera roll is you, 1% is you and him, and the remaining 1%? random shit. epitome of whipped, but in a healthy, non codependent manner. plans far in advance so he can balance work, friendships, and you. always wants you to feel like a priority, while also recognizing the importance of remaining his own person. still regularly uses you as an excuse to head home early though. yeah, he’s having fun, but nope, he’s not with you. not where he really wants to be. will chuckle at casual remarks of Missing [y/n] already? and Do you have each other on speed dial? you do. but does not tolerate any slander toward you. makes it unmistakably clear that you aren’t controlling or clingy or demanding. he craves how you laugh at his shitty jokes; how you playfully roll your eyes when he returns home two hours before he said he would; how you touch the scarred corners of his mouth; how you’re whipped for him too. doesn’t use social media. has exactly three posts on Instagram. a cringy photo of him from middle school (aka when he created his account) that he’s too lazy to delete. plus, at this point, it’s lowkey sentimental. a blurry photo of maybe the sunset or a tree? and you. no captions for the first two. <3 for you. it’s not a great photo of you, but you’re so ecstatic about even making it onto his Instagram to protest. his love? as embracing as it is deep — as unabashed as it is vulnerable. counts the hours you’re apart. with you, nothing, not even the sky, is the limit.
remembers your birthday. bonfire dates at the beach. always happy to lend you his sweatshirt. and his shirt. and his sweatpants. and his underwear. and his socks. you may not live together yet, but spending the night isn’t a hassle in the slightest because his wardrobe = your wardrobe. and obvi. yours also = his. always answers your calls, or calls you back if he misses them. calls you when he knows you’re busy just so he can leave you cute voicemails. if he can’t fall asleep beside you, then he’ll fall asleep on the phone with you. lets you know if he has a busy day ahead of him so you don’t worry or overthink about his lack of communication. surprises you with tiny gifts. a penny he found on his way to work. a dandelion, not yet blown on, so you can make a wish. a carton of milk at 9am because you texted him pouting about how you couldn’t make pancakes. if he ends up staying the whole day, and then the whole night? a happy ~accident. cries with you during sad movies. and if you’re not the type to cry? he still cries. pillow forts! perfect for winter Sundays. fairy lights, candles (although obviously not in the fort), snacks, aaand. naptime. because building a fort requires a lot of energy. will occasionally prank you if you drift off first. Sharpie tattoos, painting your nails. if you’re a heavy sleeper, then he’ll even attempt to change your clothes. keeps track of how long you take to notice you’re wearing a different shirt. your record is four hours and thirty one minutes. sunshine strolls! definitely a hand holder. doesn’t matter how hot or sweaty. he. adores. your. hand(s). totally lets you slip your hand into his pocket when it’s cold, because it ~forces you to walk closer to him. his love? as timeless as it is romantic — as cheeky as it is innocent. slow burn even as he falls faster than the blink of an eye. your eyes.
memorizes your favorite recipes. picnics in the summer. makes sure you’re hydrated. water, tea, coffee, smoothies. whatever you’re willing to drink, she’s happy to pour, steep, blend for you. refuses to let you pay when you dine out. constantly compliments you, but they’re all so unique and proudly stated that you don’t ever doubt her sincerity. wins you stuffed animals at the carnival. super competitive if you play the water shooter game. adores cotton candy. especially when you bite off a huge piece and she gets to split it with you. on that note. often helps herself to your food. not like, spoon, fork, or knife. Lady and the Tramp 24/7. enjoys sitting with your head in her lap. traces the edges of your ears. never forgets to text you good morning and good night. can fall asleep while you braid her hair. always wakes up when you wake up. if you go to the bathroom at 2:47am, then you should expect an I miss you text no later than 2:49am. clings to you the moment you get back in bed. guilty pleasure? when you nap in the afternoon. she has sooo many videos of you snoring, photos of you drooling. giggles if you ever vehemently deny her accusations, but doesn’t show you her evidence, because if you ask her to delete them, then she will in a regrettable heartbeat (#time to rebuild the stash). will do anything and everything for you in a heartbeat. unless it’s unreasonable or toxic? but obviously you aren’t like that in the slightest. she trusts you with her whole heart and wellbeing, just as you trust her with yours. her love? as generous as it is encompassing — as overwhelming as it is tentative. feels like a movie, but really it’s just Mitsuri.
buys you souvenirs from her travels (although she obviously prefers for you to just come with her!). teaches you how to shuffle cards. if you already know how to shuffle, then she teaches you how to destroy anyone and everyone in Poker. but she doesn’t believe in actual gambling. will only play for fun. will also play to strip, because you always end up naked. if something’s pissing you off and you tell her about it, then she’ll very likely end up even more pissed off than you. calls you during longer drives (assuming you aren’t in the car with her). both entertains and terrifies you with her road rage. has to assure you that No dear, I did not just run over that assfuck pedestrian and Of course not honey, I would never brake check a tail gating idiot. has a secret stash of your favorite snacks for grey days. refuses to tell you where exactly she happened to find your favorite chips Oh, in the far back of the pantry somewhere. does your taxes because she hates how stressed they make you. aaand, she’s pretty sure you’d either: never do them otherwise They’re confusing and annoying!, or pay an unnecessary amount to have a “professional” do them (no slander against accountants! but if she can do them for free, then why pay someone else?). tolerates the ungodly number of throw pillows and blankets slowly accumulating on the couch and bed. conversely, if you’re a minimalist: double checks that you’re okay with a new throw pillow or blanket before buying. she doesn’t care that much about interior decor and is fine if you’d rather not, but just thought the fluffy pillow matched the bedroom walls nicely. her love? as mature as it is teasing — as considerate as it unpredictable. keeps you on your toes, but never leaves you hanging.
happily does most of the house chores. loves when you wrap yourself around him as he washes dishes. pretends he can’t hear you while vacuuming until you get juuust irritated enough to stomp over, unplug the vacuum, and press an annoyed kiss to the corner of his mouth. pulls you into an impromptu tango in the kitchen for no reason other than to dance with you. enjoys watching you put on lotion. on that note, enjoys helping you put on sunscreen. doesn’t typically sexualize it. just genuinely appreciates getting to take care of you. will chase you, lotion in hand, if he notices your skin’s dry. similarly, will gently scold you while dabbing you with aloe vera if you sunburn. sucks at drying himself off after showering — forgets his entire back and forearms. intentionally? maaaybe. he really likes how you scowl, gently tug his towel from his grasp, and thoroughly pat at his skin as you mutter about how he’s such a manchild. always makes the bed. usually up and about before you. waits for you to wake up and meander drowsily to the bathroom. voila! bed’s made by the time you return. usually has to make it a second time though, because you do your best to coax him into cuddling. But you just woke up? he’ll remark amusedly. But I need my daily dose of morning snuggles? you’ll retort. and who is he to deny you? he feels badly that you typically wake up alone. it’s just that he rises with the sun and gets antsy if he stays in bed too long. fortunately, a daily dose of morning snuggles seems like a fair compromise that he’s more than willing to make. respects you, himself, and your relationship too much to ever argue or fight. only listens, communicates, apologizes, and forgives. jolts as your cold hands and feet seek his warmth, sweltering under the comforter even as you shiver beside him. You’re lucky I love you he chuckles. Partner privileges you huff My amazing space heater. his love? as traditional as it is doting — as selfless as it is endearing. iced beverage on a summer day. hot beverage on a winter night. just right.
jellybeans, Skittles, Starbursts — whatever the candy, he avoids your favorite flavors. so what if he’s indefinitely resigned to eating weird jellybeans and orange Starbursts? if you’re happy, then he’s happy. pillowtalk. offers to be your DD (designated driver) for nights out on the town. begrudgingly sings duets with you. will occasionally sing the higher harmony if he can tell you’re in a crappy mood. just to hear you giggle. even if it’s at his expense. because his falsetto isn’t, err, the most polished. usually asleep first, mumbling Don’t stay up all night, okay? before he passes out. also wakes up first, and brings you a mug of coffee or tea. expression fond as he mutters exasperatedly You totally stayed up all night. keeps tabs on your emotional, mental, and physical energy. asks your friends to come visit when he can tell you need company, convinces you to call out from work when he can tell you need rest, and invites you to work out when he can tell you feel lethargic. shrugs off your attempts to thank him. thinks you’re adorable when you’re upset (in general). can’t hide the faint shadow of a smile. Are you listening? This is serious you scowl. frowns as he notices your bottom lip quivering, eyes glossy as you stubbornly blink away tears. I’m listening he’s focused now albeit still thinks you’re cute Do you want advice? Or just my presence? whatever you want, he’ll do his best to provide. if you’re upset (at him), then he becomes almost unbearably anxious. not a push over, but definitely huge on communication and problem solving. lowkey clueless at times, so he actually appreciates when you’re tough with him. not unnecessarily cruel, but upfront and straightforward about your expectations and standards. gets a kick out of seeming like your aggressive, scary partner. in reality, he tips 25%, holds open doors for strangers, and always stands when riding public transportation. murmurs Careful when the bus/train jerks forward, smooshing you into his chest. I’ve got you as he touches his palm lightly to your hip. prefers writing heartfelt letters versus spending money on gifts. his love? as subtle as it is undeniable — as awkward as it is steadfast. you’re turning him into a romantic, and he’s enjoying it. sees himself spending his future with you. hears himself sharing his past with you. feels himself etching the present with you. permeating the essence of his very being.
leaves you notes on the fridge. especially if he leaves for work before you. I miss you already; Date tonight? Text me; You drool in your sleep; I ate the last bagel, sorry; I love you. notices when you’re biting at your bottom lip. tugs it away from your teeth. kisses you softly. murmurs How about you vent to me instead of chewing at your pretty lip? on the theme of fridge, he always keeps it stocked. knows your go to essentials, and is also prepared for spontaneous cravings. popcorn? there’s stovetop and microwave. ramen? there’s multiple brands and flavors. baking endeavor? there’s milk, butter, eggs, sugar, and flour. not to mention, he’s mindful of your dietary restrictions and/or preferences. casual gamer. enjoys answering your questions. frequently invites you to play. with him, or in his stead. infinitely patient if you accept. doesn’t mind if you’d rather watch. touchy. hand on your thigh while driving. head in your lap while reading. footsie under the table while eating. genuinely pouts if you try to wash yourself while showering together. that’s his job thank you very much. doesn’t initiate contact as often in public, but never flinches away either. hold his hand, cling to his bicep, poke his cheek. he’ll blush and adore it. he may be reserved, but he sincerely appreciates how wanted, needed, desired you make him feel. will he playfully smack your butt around others? no. but does he mind if you playfully smack his butt (around others)? not at all. takes you out to fancier restaurants just so he can experience the tongue-tied, wordlessness that hits him square in the jaw every time he sees you dressed up. Giyuu? Still with me? you teasingly nudge him with your elbow. he gulps. swallows. gulps again. someday, he plans to render you speechless. getting down on one knee ought to do it… right? his love? as quiet as it is mesmerizing — as delicate as it is unwavering. seafoam hugging your toes. seaglass glinting. shimmering splendor of sunlit ocean.
massages you the moment you complain about anything being sore. gets super invested in whatever tv show(s) you’re watching. probably knows more of the gossip than you. dutifully waits for your weekly binge dates because he’s loyal and would never watch ahead. sarcasm unintended. he knows how heartbroken he’d feel if you watched that show without him, so he absolutely wouldn’t commit such a faux pas. if you like spoilers, then he’ll happily research and give you a heads up about anything particularly significant. if you dislike spoilers, then his lips are sealed. he doesn’t mind either way — he knows he’ll enjoy the show(s) regardless. stargazing. knows constellations besides the Big Dipper. tries to teach them to you. They’re dots you roll your eyes I really can’t tell them apart! he laughs delightedly, not at all offended This is true. knows the trick to solving corn mazes (any maze, actually), but only chimes in after an hour of mindless wandering. doesn’t entertain attempts to flirt with him. sure he’s very flattered, but your comfort and feelings are his priority. that being said, if you explicitly tell him I don’t mind, then he certainly indulges in ego boosting conversations. and he somehow always manages to mention My incredible partner sooner rather than later. randomly puts things on higher shelves. demands kisses before helping you retrieve them. walks up the stairs behind you because you tripped one time, and now he’s convinced you’re clumsy and doomed to tumble unless he’s there to catch you. also because he adores your ass. encourages you to wear whatever the hell you want. will fight (literal and metaphorical) anyone and everyone who bothers you. his love? as dedicated as it is fluid — as sensual as it is playful. individual and headstrong, supportive and bold. affirms that mistakes are okay. that learning is beautiful.
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The Smallest Victory
A/N: today was Artemis’ 50th birthday, and to celebrate I decided to publish the story of her 27th birthday, and someone else’s birth. It also fits the theme of @hp-12monthsofmagic: Victory! Hope you enjoy. Warnings: mentions of childbirth and war.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life.”
Charlie looked up from the copy of Which Broomstick? that he was currently thumbing through and regarded Artemis from the corner of his eye.
“You could still go out,” he said. “Chiara or Penny might still be free.”
“Penny won’t be able to get a babysitter at this short notice, and Chiara’s working here tonight. She might even be with Fleur,” Artemis exhaled heavily, blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “No. I’ll stay here. I should stay here. I just didn’t think there’d be this much waiting, that’s all. Do you reckon it’ll be much longer?”
“I dunno, Artie. I’ve never had a baby before. I don’t know how long it takes.”
“Ages, apparently.”
Artemis let out another huff of air, and slumped against the back of her seat with her arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently. Charlie closed his magazine.
“I’m sorry,” he told her.
“Why? You’re not the one having a baby.”
“I know, but this wasn’t how you wanted to spend your birthday.”
That was true. Artemis had intended to spend her birthday at Bill and Fleur Weasley’s cottage in Cornwall, with sand and sea and a crackling bonfire. Unfortunately, her best laid plans had been scuppered earlier that evening by the arrival of a lion-shape Patronus, which had spoken with Bill’s voice and informed her that his wife had gone into labour, and that the pair of them were about to go to the hospital. Both she and Charlie had also gone straight to St Mungo’s hospital, where they had taken seats in the waiting room and waited. And waited. And were still waiting, even now.
“It’s fine, Charlie,” she said. “I mean, I’ve had worse birthdays.”
Another truth, albeit an unpleasant one. The previous two years, her birthday had been overshadowed by the battle that had taken so many lives, including those of her friend Tonks and Bill and Charlie’s younger brother Fred. The battle had broken out in the evening of her twenty-fifth birthday, and her twenty-sixth then became the first anniversary of the event.
This year, though she would turn twenty-seven on the eve of the victory and memorial, the fact seemed to linger less heavily on her mind now that yet another year had passed. Still, at her words, Charlie’s jaw tensed slightly. Artemis shook her head and unfolded her arms, guilty that she had accidentally caused harm.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
Before Artemis could continue further, the doors of the waiting room swung open, revealing a middle-aged couple, a tall wizard with glasses and a plump witch in a knitted poncho, both with red hair; Bill and Charlie’s parents. Behind them trailed a much younger witch with a face almost as freckled as Charlie’s and her hair - also red - pulled up into a messy bun: their youngest child and Charlie’s only sister, Ginny.
“Oh, you’re here already,” said Charlie’s mother, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement. “Any news?”
“None yet.”
“Oh, well. These things can take time.”
“Don’t we know it,” Artemis muttered. Mrs Weasley turned to her, beaming.
“And happy birthday, Artemis, dear,” she said. She removed her bag from her shoulder and pulled out a box of small triangular sandwiches. “Your present is at home, but I thought there was no point in the party food going to waste. Unless you had dinner before you came here?”
Artemis took the box of sandwiches from Mrs Weasley’s hands and wrenched it open. “No, I’m starving. Thanks.”
“Neither of us had time to eat anything,” Charlie explained, also helping himself to a sandwich. “We both came straight here after Bill sent his Patronus.”
“Really? But that was almost three hours ago!” Mrs Weasley shook her head. “I don’t know why you rushed. The baby was unlikely to arrive before now.”
“But it should come soon now that you’re here, right?”
“Maybe. Could be in the next half an hour-”
“Thank Godric,” said Artemis.
“- or it might be another three hours.”
“What?”
“Or longer, who knows?” Apparently oblivious to the look on Artemis’ face, Mrs Weasley clapped her hands together. “Oh, it’s so exciting, isn’t it? Now, where did they take Bill and Fleur? We should make sure they have eaten something, the food here is terrible, after all.”
Once she had been told where to go, Mrs Weasley and her set off to deliver refeshments - presumably more sandwiches - to their eldest son and his wife. Ginny Weasley remained in the waiting room, flumping herself down in the chair on the other side of Charlie, who had returned his attention to his magazine. Ginny leaned forward to talk across him.
“Do you think she’s done it on purpose?” she asked Artemis, who frowned.
“What? Who?”
“Fleur, obviously,” Ginny shrugged and raised her eyebrows. “I mean the baby wasn’t meant to be here for another two weeks, and now it’s coming on your birthday, when she was supposed to be having everyone over.”
“So, you think she’s having a baby to get out of having people over for dinner?” Artemis asked. Beside her, Charlie gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, still looking determinedly at his open magazine.
“Maybe,” said Ginny. “And it’s just the sort of thing she’d do, isn’t it? Steal your thunder by having a baby on your birthday.”
“No, she wouldn’t… She… I mean, could she?”
Artemis directed her question at Charlie, who did not even lift his head to look at her as he answered:
“I really don’t think that’s how it works.”
Ginny clearly thought otherwise, for she mouthed ‘I bet she did’ at Artemis before leaning back in her seat so that she was out of sight. As Mr and Mrs Weasley returned from seeing Bill and Fleur, Artemis returned to her sandwiches. She was still bored, but now that she was being fed, she at least felt less annoyed.
But, as eight o’clock became nine, and nine became ten, then eleven, both the sandwiches and Artemis’ patience dwindled. Beside her, Charlie had managed to drift off into a slumber, but she was only growing increasingly restless. After her fidgeting reached the point that it had roused Charlie from his sleep, the two of them decided to find some sort of entertainment, and roamed the hospital corridors in search of somewhere where they might do just that.
When they returned to the waiting room, they found it completely and eerily empty, void of any people or noise. The flickering light of a candelabra on the wall was the only movement to be seen.
“Where did everyone go?”
Before Artemis’ question could be answered - or indeed, in answer to her question - Bill appeared from the direction of the wards. His face was pale and tired looking, but his eyes were bright and his smile was broad. He strode straight across the waiting room towards them and pulled each of them into a hug.
“There you are! Where did you go?” He did not even wait for them to reply before continuing, “Never mind, you’re here now. And so is she. The baby.”
“That’s great, mate,” said Charlie, hugging his brother again. “Is Fleur alright? Is she-”
“Fleur’s fine, so is the baby, she’s… She’s perfect. Come and see.”
Bill beckoned them through to the wards, where the entire Weasley family, Fleur’s parents and sister, and Artemis’ Healer friend Chiara were gathered around a hospital bed. Lying in the bed was an exhausted looking but still irritatingly beautiful Fleur, a small bundle of cloth in her arms. Bill sat on the bed and took the bundle from her, and everyone leaned in to see the pink, wrinkly, and slightly crusty baby inside.
“We haven’t decided on a name yet,” Bill said, his voice gentler than Artemis had ever heard it before. “We thought we still had a couple of weeks left to make up our minds, but this little one had other ideas.” He looked up at Artemis. “Sorry about your birthday.”
“If it’s any consolation, I enjoyed it less than you did,” muttered Fleur wryly, a comment that was met with a few quiet chuckles.
“And what better gift is there than the gift of life?”
“I dunno, Molly,” Artemis shrugged at Bill’s mother. “I asked for a new camera.”
There was another round of soft chuckles, but Bill merely shook his head.
“Well, you’ll have to make do with a goddaughter instead,” he told Artemis, whose jaw dropped open.
“Goddaughter? Really?”
“Yeah. Sure,” Bill shared a glance with his wife. “Why not?”
Artemis turned to Charlie. “You owe me a Sickle.”
“No, he doesn’t. You’re both godparents.”
“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing,” said Artemis, as much to Charlie as to their goddaughter’s parents. “I’m going to have to get used to sharing my birthday anyway.”
“Actually,” Chiara looked up from the clipboard she held in her hands, “she was born just after midnight, so her birthday is the second of May, not the first.”
The clock on the wall confirmed Chiara’s words. It was past midnight. It was exactly two years after the battle that had ended the war. The entire family was still, silent, and solemn.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think it’s rather lovely,” Chiara said softly. “The idea that this day will be one of happiness in the future, rather than one filled with bad memories. It’s a small victory, but…”
“It is a victory, just the same.” Bill’s father nodded slowly. “Perhaps you should name her something to reflect that?”
“You could call her Joy!”
“That’s so old-fashioned, Mum,” said Ginny, with a noise of derision. “How about Hope?”
“Or Victoria?”
“Well,” Bill looked from his wife to his in-laws and back, “we were hoping for something French…”
“Victoire.”
“Sorry?”
“Victoire,” Fleur repeated. “It is the French for Victoria. It means victory.”
“It’s pretty,” her husband said. He looked down at the baby in his arms. “It suits her, don’t you think?”
“I do, yes.”
“Then that’s settled,” said Mr Weasley. He pointed his wand at a carton of pumpkin juice on the nightstand, which turned into a large bottle of champagne. Chiara frowned.
“Um, you can’t actually drink alcohol in here,” she said, but her voice tailed off as Mr Weasley continued to conjure fluted glasses from thin air. She sighed. “Oh, never mind.”
Once the glasses had been distributed, Mr Weasley raised his in a toast.
“To our own very small victory.”
“To the smallest of victories,” his son George chipped in, smiling at his tiny niece. Mr Weasley inclined his head.
“To Victoire.”
One by one, the others raised their glasses.
“To Victoire.”
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Fluffy Feb Day 25- Gift
Warnings: established relationship, some lying & insecurity, this is a little angsty and I'm sorry it's just because men are stupid, thoughts of infidelity (not like that, calm down), wedding vows, reassurance
Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 1915
A/N: Bonus points if you can figure out what Taylor Swift song I was listening to when I wrote this
On the day of your fourth anniversary with Aaron, you wake up excited. You can hardly believe that it’s been four years since you married the perfect man; four years that you’ve taken on life together.
You’re in the mood to celebrate- maybe make him breakfast, or go out to dinner and a movie tonight after you exchange gifts- but the universe has other plans. “Good morning, honey!” Aaron calls out when he hears the bedroom door open.
It sounds like he’s moving around the kitchen- maybe he’s beat you to the breakfast idea- and you’re just starting to open your mouth, the ‘Ha-‘ of ‘Happy anniversary’ on its way out when he says, “I’ve got to get going. I’ve got an early meeting with Strauss. Have a good day, okay?”
On the day of your fourth anniversary, your husband gives you a kiss on the cheek and hardly a second glance before he’s out the door. Great. Your excitement has mostly deflated now, and you busy yourself with getting ready for work. At least you can still go out to dinner and celebrate then, right?
You’re mostly excited to exchange gifts. You’ve managed to find an antique coin collection- one of Aaron’s favourites from his childhood (he’s complained more than once about how if he had just found one last penny he would have had the whole set)- and his favourite Scotch. His gifts always blow yours out of the water, though. He’s thoughtful and observant, a lethal combination.
Your excitement for dinner and gifts wanes down to nothing when he texts you that afternoon.
Aaron: I need to stay late and figure out these budget cuts. Not sure when I’ll be home, don’t wait up.
You aren’t quite sure how to respond. Has he forgotten your anniversary completely? It’s so unlike him, but so is this behaviour. He always tries to be around during special events. Finally, you text back after re-reading your text three times to make sure it won’t come across as annoyed.
Me: Okay. I love you
Aaron: I love you too. Don’t forget to eat.
And you don’t hear from him again that day.
The next day, you wake up early. Aaron is snoring in bed next to you, his alarm not set to go off for nearly an hour. You’re sleepy, but you’ve officially got the jump on some late anniversary celebrations. As quietly as possible, you creep into the kitchen and start to prepare breakfast wraps for the two of you.
The eggs are sizzling in the pan when Aaron emerges from the bedroom, wearing a suit and a face full of guilt. “It smells great in here, honey.” He pulls you in for a quick kiss, and when he pulls away he still looks guilty.
Finally, he’s figured out that he missed your anniversary. Or so you think. “I’m really sorry to do this- breakfast looks delicious,” he murmurs, and there’s a familiar twist in your gut when you realize what he’s about to say. “I’ve got to get to work right away. This budget issue, it’s just impossible to get ahead of.”
“Oh.” The lump in your throat feels tangible, makes it hard to breathe, so you inhale deeply and avert your gaze. “You should get going.”
“Thanks for thinking of me, though.” He presses a quick kiss to your temple as he fills up a coffee traveller. “I’ll cook for us this weekend, or something.”
The door closes behind him, and it’s like a nail in the coffin. He forgot.
That day, he sends a similar text to the one from last night. He’ll be home late, he’s so sorry, and it’s so predictable that you don’t text back. Instead, you call Emily that night to complain about how her job is costing you your husband’s presence.
“He’s been too busy trying to figure out this stupid budget that he forgot about our anniversary! I mean, what does that say for us? Or our future kid’s birthdays?” You complain.
Emily whistles under her breath. “Another budget issue already? Him and Strauss just finalized this year’s financial restrictions last week,” she comments. It’s so casual that she obviously doesn’t realize what she’s implying until she hears your sharp intake of breath.
You don’t know how to feel now; either the BAU is so screwed that Aaron will be in budget meetings for the rest of his life, or he’s lying to you. “What if he’s cheating on me?” You blurt out.
“Hey. Hey, keep your head on straight. He thinks you hung the sun,” Emily reminds you firmly. “Hotch doesn’t have an unfaithful bone in his body.”
It’s too much, too overwhelming; you’re too far gone to listen to her, and that’s when you hear a key turn in the door down the hallway. “I need to go,” you mumble, and then you hang up on your friend even as she tries to protest. You can apologize later.
By the time Aaron turns the corner into the living room, your eyes have blurred with tears. They make it so that you can’t see the broad smile on his face, or the parcel tucked into his arm that he sets aside with his briefcase.
Or the smile being wiped away as soon as he sees your face. “Sweetheart? Honey, what’s wrong?” He asks.
“Are you cheating on me?” You demand more than ask, and he visibly blanches.
To say that Aaron looks blown away by your accusation is an understatement. He looks hurt, and shocked, and concerned. Concern is what radiates off of him when he rushes over to you, gathering you in his arms even when you make a half-assed attempt to push him off.
“What are you talking about?” He asks, and you jerk your head away to avoid making eye contact. A tear spills over at the motion, and he wipes it away with a hand that gently guides you to look at him. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“You didn’t even answer the question!” You’ve got no idea where this is coming from. There’s never been a single indication of Aaron cheating, even with the long hours and time away from home. You’re spiraling now, and he’s the only person who can help when you get like this, but it’s all his fault.
“No,” he says firmly, his tone erasing any trace of doubt in the air. “I’m not cheating on you. I don’t… What's going on? Why would you think that? I wouldn’t- I could never…”
“Emily told me the budget thing was resolved a week ago.” As though you can save a shred of dignity, you wipe furiously at your cheeks to erase any evidence of tears. “You lied to me. I’ve barely seen you this week, and you forgot our anniversary, and- And you lied!”
This is the big point, and you both know it. Aaron has never lied to you, and you’ve always been honest with him. If he’s lying now, staying away from home when he doesn’t need to, what changed?
When you meet his eyes again, he looks upset like you’ve never seen him. The weight of your accusation has rattled him, you can tell. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this,” he whispers, holding you a little closer. “I would never cheat on you. I’m crazy about you, come on.”
The reassurance helps a little, one side of your mouth lifting before it drops just as quickly. “You lied to me.”
“I know I did. I felt terrible about it, you have to believe me.” He lets you go, then goes to retrieve the parcel you’ve hardly noticed until now. “It’s- Your anniversary gift came late. And I didn’t want you to think I didn’t get you anything, because you always give me the perfect gifts.”
Your eyebrows furrow, trying to make sense of what he’s telling you now. “You forgot our anniversary.” Whether you’re reminding him or yourself, you aren’t sure.
“I would never forget it,” he vows, walking back to the couch with the brown paper package in one hand. “I was just… I don’t know. I was an idiot. I thought that if you thought I was busy with work, we could push back on celebrating until it arrived, and you wouldn’t know.”
“I wouldn’t know? You didn’t even acknowledge it yesterday!” Your voice raises, and Aaron pushes the package into your hands.
He sighs at that, a self-decreprating sound that hurts you as much as it hurts him. “I messed up. I know I did. I just didn’t want you to think I didn’t care, or didn’t get you something, and it backfired. I’m so sorry, honey.” The remorse on his face is real, written into every line and shining in his eyes. “I’ll never lie to you again, I promise. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
As though your hands have a mind of their own, you open the paper packaging without responding to him. “What is this?”
“Pull it out,” he encourages, and the picture frame inside the packaging slides out into your hands when he pulls the paper.
“Oh…” You breathe out, taking in the image in the oak frame that matches the rest of your furniture. “This is…”
Words fail you; None can describe the gift. It’s a framed picture of you and Aaron on your wedding day, his arms around you while you both beam at the camera. The picture is cropped within the frame, and the words surrounding it look familiar.
“They’re our vows.” He breaks the silence tentatively. “I know I made a mistake. I never want you to think that I could so much as look at someone else. You’re all I’ve ever needed.”
Now, the tears blurring your vision are from some twist of happiness and relief. The vows have been tucked away since the wedding, out of sight, even though the promises you’ve made to love and support one another unconditionally have been realized every day.
It’s in writing, and when you look closely you realize that it’s in Aaron’s writing. He’s handwritten the vows for this, copied them all down. Every promise to love each other through the good and the bad, every pledge to be faithful in sickness and health and when work and life gets in the way, every assurance that you love each other more than you could ever bear to love anyone else; he wrote them all down, copied them out, because they’re still true. Truer than ever, maybe.
You cover Aaron’s hand with your own as he speaks again. “I am… devoted to you. I would worship the ground you walk on, if you would let me. And I vow to never lie to you again.”
When you turn your head and capture his lips in a kiss, you’re reminded of your wedding day. The spirit behind each promise you had made, and the love in your heart that’s only ever grown and flourished in the last four years.
“I love you,” you whisper, and it doesn’t feel like enough, but neither did the original vows when you said them. There are no words, nothing in any language you could learn that could begin to explain what he means to you.
The words that you’ve got in front of you will have to do.
“I love you, too,” he whispers, squeezing your hand in his. “Happy anniversary, my love.”
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A Penny For Your Heart
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x pilot!reader
Summary: a journey down your memory lane as you’re trying to figure out how to deal with the love of your life who just happened to step back into the picture after some time apart.
Word count: 2.9k
Author’s notes: I’ve been writing fanfics for about 18 years now but this is my very first character x reader fic and I hope you like it! I wanted to do something to get out of my comfort zone and I thought TGM was the right fandom to do that, eheh. Couldn’t resist! This story follows the film’s events.
Thanks a lot @what-ever-happened for reading this in advance and bearing with me always, i love you so much! I want to dedicate this story to my lovely friend @nonstoplover as a belated present for your birthday! Ily and I'm so glad TG brought us closer to each other ♥ I hope you enjoy and that it brings a smile on your face!
The Hard Deck is incredibly loud tonight and Heaven knows how much you can’t stand that much noise, especially when you need to think. Thinking - or overthinking, in your case - is best achieved when your mind is fully clear from distractions, which is quite a hard job when you have tipsy Payback and Fanboy singing and dancing and clapping around you.
You have been sitting there for at least an hour, your elbows resting on the counter and your face not so gracefully buried in your hands, the beer in front of you begging to be finished but you can't even bring yourself to stretch your hand to it.
It's been a tiring day on all fronts, both physically and mentally. Preparing for this mission is becoming more and more challenging and draining day after day. Training is always hard, as you all spend the majority of the day in the air and, even if you're part of the crème de la crème of Top Gun pilots, as Hangman kindly reminds everyone everyday since this all started, the fact remains that the stress for this job is real: whenever you look at your friends, no matter the bag of experience you all have, there's always that sparkle of worry hidden in their eyes.
You trust them as much as you trust your beloved F-18, but you can't help but wonder if there's really a chance of returning home after this.
Your mental fatigue, on the other hand, is called Bradley Bradshaw.
You roll your eyes so hard you almost see the back of your head, but at the same time you can't seem able to suppress a smirk at the only thought of that name, as you eventually pay attention to your beer.
“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice breaks the turmoil in your head when Penny comes closer from across the counter.
The corner of your mouth quirks up once again, as you glance up to the woman.
“It’s actually so funny,” you start, fiddling with the glass, “I never had someone called Penny asking me just that.”
Penny laughs, shaking her head. “I never had someone reminding me I’m called like a coin, to be honest.”
You can’t help but laugh at that, as a very specific twenty-something year old memory emerges vividly in your head.
“Hey, it’s mine! I found it!” mini you shouted, pouting at the boy in front of you, who was so caught up by the coin in his hands to pay attention to you climbing on his chest to try and take the object back.
“But it’s different from the others I have! I could add it to my collection, can I keep it? Please, y/n?” Bradley mumbled, turning the coin in his hands. “What’s that figure there…? Is it an animal or something?”
“Bra-dleyyyy!” you groaned, gripping on his arm. “Give it back, or I’ll tell Papa.”
“Okay, you menace,” Bradley gave in, returning the coin to you while a look of sadness appeared on his face. You weren't used to seeing him like that, it probably happened only around the time of his father's death anniversary. You didn't like being the reason he looked so miserable, so as you got the coin back, you didn't feel the same happiness you had in finding it.
After all, it was just a coin. Your dad used to give you coins from time to time, but Bradley didn't have a dad who could do that for him.
Bradley gave you a faint smile as he sat on the sidewalk outside your house where you both spent all afternoon building paper aeroplanes and trying to fly them from your yard to the neighbours’ across the street.
“Bradley?” you asked, hesitant.
“Mh?”
Then you sat next to him, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’ll give you this coin but you have to promise me something.”
“Really?!” he almost jumped from happiness, making you laugh.
“Yes, I know I’m only nine, but I’m a good friend,” you said wisely, passing him the coin, which he took with a bright smile. “You have to promise me that you’ll give it back when you’re finally ready to be my boyfriend.”
Bradley raised his eyebrow funnily. “You wanted Leonardo DiCaprio to be your boyfriend just yesterday.”
“Exactly, that was yesterday.”
“But we’re friends! We’re basically siblings, we grew up together!” Bradley seemed so confused, and that was the thing that most amused you.
You sighed, looking heavenward as if you were about to explain the ABC. “That’s the point, silly, we’re friends and we always play together! We’re perfect for each other, Mama said that.”
Bradley seemed more confused than ever. “Your mom told you we’re perfect together?”
“Yes,” you said through gritted teeth. “She told me Leonardo DiCaprio is too old for me, to choose someone my age and I choose you.”
“I’m not sure that’s how it works…” Bradley’s frown was getting funnier by the minute, and it managed to wipe away your annoyance. “You can be such a weirdo sometimes, you know that?”
“Got it all from my Papa, I suppose,” you said proudly, suddenly standing up and starting to dance. “He says funny things sometimes that I don’t understand, like, yesterday I heard him on the phone talking to uncle Ice, and he goes like ‘Merlin told me that Wolfman got his F-somewhat fixed.’ It doesn’t make any sense, Merlin is a sorcerer, my friend Karen from school made me watch The Sword in The Stone! So no way he’s a friend of Papa, I know it’s only a cartoon.”
The laughter that escaped Bradley’s mouth was so free and pure and childish, and even though at first you didn’t understand why he was laughing so hard, you couldn’t help but join him just a moment after. His laughter was your serenity, for in those moments you were the most alive even if you didn’t really know it at the time.
The crack of the door opening behind you interrupted that joyful moment.
“Y/n, Bradley, time for dinner,” your father appeared on the doorstep, inviting you to go back inside. “Bradley, your mum is coming to pick you up after supper, alright?”
Bradley nodded. “That’s okay, uncle Mav.”
Your father smiled at both of you, his eyes glistening with joy at seeing his daughter and his godson being so close. As a matter of fact, he always had those eyes whenever he looked at the two of you: both very happy and very sad.
You headed to the house, when you realised Bradley wasn’t following.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned around and saw him fiddling with his pockets.
“Securing the coin,” he shrugged. “No way I’m going to ever give it back to you, but I don’t wanna lose it.”
You rolled your eyes and tripped him, then reached your father triumphantly, intertwining your hands together and ignoring his disapproval of having Bradley stumble on your foot.
“Dad, why didn’t you tell me you’re friends with a sorcerer?”
“Earth to y/n,” you hear Penny’s voice interrupting your thoughts once again.
“I’m sorry,” you apologise, shaking your head and trying to also shake off the smile that won’t disappear from your face. “I got lost on a trip down memory lane. It happens quite a lot lately.”
“Is this memory lane’s name Rooster by any chance?” Penny leans towards you with an elbow on the counter, an eyebrow lifted up funnily.
If it was anybody else, you would have just kicked them and told them to fuck off, but this is Penny and she’s nice and probably the most sane person you know. Also, you kind of see her like your own mother sometimes - and the fact she’s one hundred percent banging your father definitely helps that thought.
“Nope,” you said, sighing. “Rooster’s the name of my mental fatigue. You can also call it either Bradley or Bradshaw.”
“I see,” Penny nods, trying to hide a smile. “Well, looks like your mental fatigue just entered the bar, so you either go rest or face it.”
With a wink, she’s out serving new customers.
Goddamn it, she’s good, you think, smiling. You better keep this one, Dad.
You finally decide to look up towards the entrance to see where Bradley is heading, discovering that he has spotted you already and is indeed heading your way. Something in your stomach sounds a lot like the roar of an F-18 engine, and you really wish it was the beer from before but obviously this is just the effect Bradley has on you now.
There was a time in your life when you would have preferred pulling 10 Gs every hour of the day rather than feeling this way for someone, but now you find that you don't mind it that much. Especially with him.
On the other hand, your nine year old self understood everything back in the day, didn’t she? Honestly, who would have thought.
"Chiquitita, tell me the truuuuth," Payback's drunk voice comes from behind you, and you turn to him and can't help but laugh at him and Fanboy pretending to serenade each other. "I'm a shoulder you can cry onnnn."
"Your best friendddd," Fanboy sings back, spreading his arms and tipping half beer over himself. "I'm the one you must rely onnnn."
“ABBA? Seriously?”
You turn your head so quickly you almost hear your neck crack. “The world is full of surprises, these days.”
Bradley sits on the chair next to you, his uniform flawless as his whole appearence. The moment you met a week ago after an awfully long time, you almost laughed in his face when you noticed the moustache. You just couldn't help it, perhaps because you would never have thought of him rocking that look, especially not after witnessing firsthand his dark phase in high school.
But the urge to laugh didn't last long when you realised how freaking hot he was with that moustache - which you find terrible on anyone else, by the way - and the hair so perfect. You barely recognised your childhood friend, that person to whom you gave that coin found on the sidewalk.
You get lost in your messy head for the umpteenth time tonight, missing the moment Penny brought both you and Bradley another round of beer.
“Cheers!” Bradley says, taking a sip while you completely ignore your beer to just stare at him.
All you want to say is that you’re sorry for how things went back then, sorry that you didn’t fight enough when your father hindered Bradley's career a few years back and that led you to go separate ways… Because you’ve always supported each other from soul to eyes. That’s what you were, that’s what you are, friends that belong together in this life and evermore.
But the only noise that escapes your mouth is one almost inaudible: “Cheers.”
“You know,” Bradley starts, “I get it if you’re still mad at me. It was me who left after all, I was put in a position where I couldn’t stay. But I’m sorry this affected our relationship, you’ve never stopped being my favorite person in the whole world. I just wanted you to know.”
He's looking at you with eyes that shine like pebbles washed by the ocean waves, and his smile ignites an inner fire in you you almost feel like truly burning.
“I’m not mad, just-” you start, looking away and staring at the coaster as if it’s the most interesting thing in the room. “Just sad, kinda. We grew up together and I was so used to always having you around, and suddenly you were gone. And now you’re back again and I don’t know for how long, and I simply want things to go back as they were but I don’t know how or what to do.”
You dare to look up again to see his reaction to your words, and find him staring back at you, his mouth curled up in a wistful grin, as if he felt all those things too... Bradley nods weakly and then one amused snort comes out of his mouth.
“What?” you ask.
He shakes his head. “Nothing, I think I just have the solution to that.”
“Well?” you prompt as he keeps his silence.
Bradley huffs out a small laugh while pulling out his wallet and, after fiddling for some time with it, he finally finds what he was looking for.
“Open your hand,” he instructs you and you oblige with curiosity which turns into disbelief the moment a small, cold coin lands on your palm. Yes, that coin, the very one you’ve been thinking about just ten minutes ago.
“No fucking way,” is all you can say.
“Yeah, as it happens I can take care of things,” Bradley says, beaming at your incredulous face. You can’t help but turn the coin in your hand over and over again, trying to find something that makes you realise it's not really the same one, that Bradley is just fooling you. But the truth is, it’s really it. “I can still see your face back then when you found it, you felt like it’d make you rich or something. Then we discovered it was just a token.”
Surprisingly, you erupt into a loud laughter, causing some curious heads around you two to turn. It's true, though: that same evening you had found the coin, Bradley showed it to your father, praising how generous his daughter was - with an obvious tone of mockery - and Maverick broke your dreams by telling you that it was only a token.
“Oh my gosh,” you laugh, wiping some tears from the corner of your eye. “I remember.”
“And do you also happen to remember why you gave me this?” Bradley queries with both a curious and hesitant tone.
You nod. “I found it, you wanted it, I stamped my feet until you gave it back and then I gifted it to you.”
“Yes, and,” he replies, eyes narrowing a little as he emphasises the last word, “you made me promise I’d give it back to you when I was ready to be your boyfriend.”
All you want to do is sink your head in the sand and never emerge from it again, but somehow you manage to maintain a certain composure and pretend to suddenly remember, as if in reality you weren't thinking about it just a few minutes before.
“Ah, yes!” you shriek, pointing a finger at him. “Yes, and I remember clearly you said you’d never give it back to me ever again. So I’m confused now.”
“You were such a little menace at that age,” Bradley shakes in head, but he’s laughing. “It cracks me up that you had a crush on me when you were little.”
“I didn’t have a crush on you, for chrissake!” you protest. “I was only a little kid, I didn’t even know the meaning of it all. Well, if you really want to retrace all of our Hall of Shame, let me remind you that in high school you were the one who had a crush on me.”
“But you were with someone else at the time,” Bradley nods. “And then when you were ready, I was with that girl from Tennessee.”
“Yeah, and when we finally got to be reasonable and thinking that maybe we should’ve given us a chance, you left,” you can’t help but say, and you’re pretty sure it came out harsher than you meant it to be and feel guilty instantly, so you kind of try to make up to it. “And now we’re thirty-something and still a couple of fools, apparently.”
“I’m sorry about that,” he gently places a hand on yours and you feel the chills run from the point where your hands touch all along your spine. “If I could turn back time, I'd do things differently. I'd choose you a hundred times. If we won't sacrifice for love, it ain't love, right? That's the way it is.”
And what on earth are you supposed to answer to that?
Bradley just told you he loves you, who knows if he planned it or if he was just making a consideration and it came out just like that. And in that moment, with the simplicity but at the same time power of that knowledge, you can't help but think that falling in love with him was so easy that you almost didn't notice, as if it were normal... The most difficult part is probably realising it, coming to terms with that information.
“Unfortunately, as good as you are as a pilot, I don’t think you’re fast enough to fly back in time,” you try, joking. “But one thing you can do, Rooster, is ask me out if we ever get home from this mission all in one piece. And then we’ll see what happens.”
His face somewhere between amazed and joyful can't help but make you grin, and you almost feel like it gave you the power to truly step back in time to the moment you gave Bradley that famous token that's now back in your hand.
You realise that his hand is still resting on yours, so you slowly turn it so that your fingers intertwine with his. You don't care if someone is watching, you don't care if Penny has been spying on you out of the corner of her eye the whole time, you don't care if all around you there's a chaos of music and people chatting and dancing.
It's just you and Bradley in this not so new bubble of love.
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Ladynoir July 2023
Summary:
There’s a million things that Marinette could be doing with her summer. Flirting with a masked stranger, who was actually her crime-fighting superhero partner for the past five years, was definitely not on her initial to-do list.
Yet, she couldn’t find any reason to complain, and she could really never get mad at how he always seemed to be at the right place at the right time.
Blame it on the sweltering heat in July, but was Chat… blushing?
( a Ladynoir July fic entry ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ @ladynoirjuly )
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Chapter 1: Wedding Bells
“Holy kwami shitballs!”
“Marinette!” Tikki yelped in surprise.
Her holder paced the room, staring intently into her phone and letting the light of the screen illuminate only her face.
“What in the fucking akuma-living hell do I do?!” the girl continued to whine helplessly without context.
The kwami gave an extremely concerned stare towards Marinette. She kept typing, then shaking her head and deleting the scrambled words before continuing to huff in frustration.
“Are you like… ok?” Tikki hesitantly asked, worried for the girl’s sudden panicked state.
Marinette only shook her head, flopping into her pink desk chair, and resting her elbows on the table to read the words on her phone screen more intensely.
Tikki moved to hover near her shoulder, squinting to read the small words.
An icon of a blue bird appeared in the corner. Is that the app called Tizzer? Twipper?
The kwami tried to recall what it was called when suddenly the word “Twitter” popped into her head.
“Is that the ‘Twitter’ app you’ve been grumbling about lately?” she hesitantly asked.
“Alya told me I should develop a social media presence to promote my designs more, but so far the internet has brought me nothing but trouble,” the girl grumbled.
Tikki squinted her eyes and leaned in further to read what was on her phone, and she distinctly made out the bolded words, “Breaking News!”, on the center of her screen. The kwami’s eyes followed the words of the Twitter post, reading carefully while Marinette continued to sigh.
Breaking News!
After the shocking reveal of Jagged Stone’s sudden engagement, we have already caught wind of an approximate wedding date. The rockstar has hinted that the event will fall upon the 21st of July, the same day as his anniversary with his fiancé, Ms. Penny Rolling--or soon to be Mrs. Penny Stone.
On top of this surprise announcement, our very own superhero duo has announced that they’ll be making an appearance at the wedding as a tribute to Jagged’s many songs dedicated to their heroic devotion to the city.
This was confirmed by Chat Noir’s tweet yesterday, leaving subtle verification that Paris’ heroes will be in attendance:
@JaggedMusic - 1:45 pm
There will be NO akumas on my wedding day Hawkmoth! I will personally get the cat and bug to rock and roll with me, back off !
#byebyelittlebutterfly
@ChatNoir_Official - 2:10 pm
#RockAndRollingDownToTheWedding
This will be the first time the superheroes have ever attended a public event, possibly serving as anti-akuma security guards for Paris’ biggest international rockstar on his big day. Citizens are shocked to realize that this fell under Ladybug and Chat Noir’s job description, and are wondering how much it costs to pay the superheroes to ward off akumas for their own weddings!
Stay tuned for more updates,
-The Ladyblog
“Oh yikes, that is bad,” Tikki piped up once she finished reading the twitter announcement. “Your situation may have gotten extremely difficult.”
The kwami unconsciously eyed the fancy invitation sitting on Marinette’s desk, addressed to her real self but not to the version of herself in spots.
Marinette spun in her chair, clicking off her phone to only sigh and groan while looking up at her ceiling.
“I am going to kill that cat.”
Tikki floated into the girl’s line of vision, and gave a small smile that encouraged whatever thoughts were going through Marinette’s head.
“You know the words!”
“Tikki, spots on!”
Chat landed on the rooftop she’s been waiting at for the past ten minutes, spinning his baton like he didn’t have a care in the world. That stupid, yet weirdly attractive, cheshire grin was plastered on his face as he walked closer towards her.
“Why the sudden call M’Lady? Miss seeing me already after that akuma yesterday?” Chat teased as he leaned back against a wall.
“I saw your tweet,” she stated flatly. “Since when was it okay to make a twitter account as your superhero persona?!”
He laughed at the unexpected question, his face contorting with slight shock before breaking wide into a grin.
“It’s for the people!” Chat chuckled. “We are heroes after all, and it’s part of the package of giving the people what they want.”
Ladybug gave a suspicious, inquiring raised eyebrow.
“Your account is anonymous and untraceable, right?”
“Cross my heart, it’s as safe as can be,” Chat swore while drawing an “X” over his own heart with a claw. “In fact, it’s so safe, we should start talking about making you an account! We can be the top two most followed accounts on the app!”
“Oh, mon dieu,” she sighed while slapping her hand across her forehead. “Can you at least use your twitter account to get us out of this mess? There’s no way I’ll be able to attend the wedding as Ladybug.”
Chat’s expression turned into a nervous smile.
“So you see… that may not be possible,” he spoke quietly, while avoiding direct eye contact with her.
She crossed her arms, and expectantly tapped her foot. “Spit it out, or I’ll make you.”
“I may or may not have already promised on all my nine lives to both Penny and Jagged that we’ll both be there, watching them exchange vows and do their first dance and all that jazz… aha…” he trailed off, gathering the courage to sneak a small glance at her reaction to that news.
Ladybug’s face was visibly pissed, making Chat’s gaze shoot to the ground with a nervous gulp.
“And, why… would you do that?” she said with a dangerously darkening tone.
“He said please?”
Chat’s voice was meek as he gave that feeble excuse, and Marinette had to take a deep, calming breath to destress herself.
“Chat, one day you are going to get me akumatized.”
“Please! I’m sorry!” he cried, moving in to hug her.
His arms wrapped tightly around her body, and he had leaned down to rest his chin on the top of her head.
“Jagged Stone was my biggest role model as a kid, I couldn’t say no to the man,” Chat whined.
She pouted while trying to push against his chest, all of her movement being feeble attempts of escape.
“Why am I not your role model?” she complained under the weight of his hug.
“You are! You are!” he rushed to fix his words. “And maybe announcing that we’re going to be at the wedding will convince Hawkmoth to not create any akumas that day. Jagged also promised us access to all the free food we want …”
“You said yes because of the free food didn’t you,” she mumbled into his chest.
“I won’t lie Bugaboo, it was a great deciding factor I considered when saying yes to him.”
“Do not call me Bugaboo right now.”
“Okay, okay,” Chat Noir relented. “But will you maybe consider accompanying me at the event? It might give us the chance to show the world that were normal humans under these suits. You know, real people? Not aliens like people have been theorizing about on Twitter?”
Ladybug sighed and firmly shook her head against him. When she pushed away from his grasp, he let her go and they separated until their was a great deal of space between them.
“I can’t,” she said, not planning to go on with any explanation.
“Ah-ah! What did we talk about at our last patrol?” Chat pointed out.
“We will be more transparent with each other,” they chorused together.
But Ladybug said it in a grumbling tone, while Chat parroted the line with a joyful sing-song voice.
She huffed, debating on how to phrase her next words while Chat leaned back against the wall again, motioning on for her to continue on with an explanation.
“This could be like, identity-revealing level information, but since we are being ‘transparent with each other,’” Ladybug mocked with air quotes. “I was invited to the wedding.”
“Not just Ladybug, the real me too. I can’t be playing security guard all night. If you want to keep up your promise with Jagged Stone then you’ll need to make an appearance on your own,” she added on.
Chat let out a deep breath, his mind processing the information while being deep in thought.
That was kind of a really big tidbit of information about her that she fished out to him. There was very few people their age being invited to Jagged’s wedding, all of them having some type of upstanding background that made them accomplished public figures in Paris.
With the notable exception of the few couple people from his class being invited because of their connections with Juleka and Luka, the remainder of teenage attendees were fairly sparse. Ladybug could be one of those few famous teenage singers, actresses, or models that have worked with Jagged before. Or she was the daughter of a high member of Parisian society, which was the more realistic idea.
As Ladybug began to mutter about something about losing her secret identity, there was this flutter that arose in his stomach.
Of course, Adrien would be a guest at Jagged’s wedding. He was the heir to the Agreste empire, which was also the company that held the title of being a major shareholder for the musician’s brand.
He could see Ladybug at the wedding.
Looking at the beautifully brave yet scary (in a hot way) girl that stood in front of him, he didn’t know if he would be able to survive that type of situation of seeing her unmasked.
Just thinking about it made Chat want to internally combust.
“Well, I was actually invited as myself as well,” Chat Noir stated slowly, unsure if he should’ve revealed that information. He realized his mistake wen he watched Ladybug’s face immediately tighten, her eyebrows scrunched together in an unreadable way.
Then she moved forward and whacked his forehead.
Chat Noir yelped in surprise, his arms reaching to the front of his head to cradle the spot where she had hit him.
“Me-owch! What was that for?!” he cried out in pain.
“For making a stupid! Extremely stupid! Decision! For the both of us!” she continued to yell while smacking him lightly in the side between words.
“How was I supposed to turn down the Jagged Stone inviting Chat Noir to his wedding?” he whined, as Ladybug shot him a stone-cold stare and punched his shoulder. “He gave me his teary crocodile eyes! Please have mercy M’Lady! Understand the situation from my point of view!”
“We’re both already going to be at the wedding as our civilian selves!” she huffed while reaching out to shake his shoulders. “Why did you have to make the situation harder for us!”
“I’m sorry!” Chat blubbered. “Jagged was so scared that his special day would be ruined by an akuma, it made me worried about what Hawkmoth could do!”
“Hawkmoth should be the least of your worries, Chaton,” Ladybug snarled with an evil glint in her eye.
Chat peeled himself off the wall, andt urned his body towards the edge of the building. As he began to tip-toe backwards, Ladybug walked slowly towards him like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
“I’m so scared,” he admitted quietly.
“You should be.”
Chat Noir began to run, his body jumping off the edge of the rooftop when Ladybug had cornered him.
“Don’t be mad at me!” he cried out while pole-vaulting in the opposite direction.
Ladybug smirked evilly, giving him a headstart as Chat fearfully watched her expression turn darker and darker.
“Keep running, minou! You better hope I don’t catch you!”
Then Ladybug leapt, rocketing towards the cobblestone street below her, and extending her arm only when she could no longer make out anything in her peripheral vision. When her surroundings blurred, her yo-yo caught onto a building, and the momentum lifted her back to her initial height.
There was that one second where she felt suspended in air, floating above everything else and higher than anything in sight. Then she would begin to fall, and she’d reach for her yo-yo and keep slicing through the air.
Between Chat Noir and her, the sky was Ladybug’s domain. But on land, he could outpace her when using his claws and feline speed enhanced by his miraculous. But flight was made for the Ladybug miraculous, and she zipped effortlessly towards Chat Noir, watching him with cocky determination as he kept looking back to only see her zoning in closer on him.
“Please, M’Lady, don’t kill me!” he yelled with a playfully frightened tone, taking a far leap while looping across a tall tower. “What will the people of Paris say when they find my pummeled body, flattened on the rooftops of their city? By their own beloved heroine no less!”
His teasing voice carried through the sharp winds cascading past her. Ladybug was right on his tail at this point, not close enough to grab him, but just a whisker away from being able to.
“Guess we’ll just have to find out!” she sang happily in a sing-song voice while moving in on his trail.
Chat yelped when she made a quick grab for him, and he evaded just by a hair by dropping onto a nearby rooftop.
He nearly howled when she sprang almost right on top of him, landing right where he did, but he had moved forward a couple of inches to avoid her descent.
And then as his legs began to move in an attempt to escape, Ladybug reached for his tail and pulled, leaving Chat Noir falling on to his butt.
“Should I be scared?” he meekly asked as his partner continued pulling him by the tail, his body tired and limp while sliding in the path Ladybug took him.
“Definitely.”
She let go of his tail and turned back to face Chat.
His body was left in a starfish position on the rooftop, panting to catch his breath with his eyes closed in anticipation.
“Do it, finish me off. I’m ready to be K.O.’ed,” he sighed dramatically. “Just please, not the face.”
Ladybug giggled softly,lying down next to him on the rooftop from a similar sense of exhaustion, watching the colors of the sky change to a calm, orange hue.
Their tired breaths came out in a synchronized tandem, and she rested her hands on her stomach to feel the air filling and leaving her lungs.
“You’re too silly for your own good sometimes, Chaton.”
“That’s my best trait Bug.”
“You have no good traits.”
Chat’s eyes shot open, turning his head to look over at the girl lying next to him.
“Decided to not kill me with your fists, but rather your words! I’m appalled!”
She let out a breathy laugh through the nose and shook her head.
“I’m kidding, you have many great traits that I’m not willing to admit to right now, but your humor is just not one of them. Sorry kitty.”
He decided to let out a small laugh at that.
“Sure, whatever you say.”
Then both their heads turned to look at each other, their eyes locking for an intense moment. Marinette couldn’t tell if looking so directly at Chat made her nervous for some odd reason, but despite the content comfort she usually felt in his presence, there was also this increasingly loud thumping coming from her chest that drowned out the city noise.
And by the faint twitch of his cat ear, she knew he could hear her heartbeat clearer than herself.
To calm the fluttering ball in the pit of her stomach, she reached across and flicked his nose. It was a natural gesture between the two of them, something that was familiar in their close partnership.
His smile grew increasingly wide, showing the small kitty fangs that she’s grown to adore.
“What’s on your mind, M’Lady?”
Of course he knew her mind was racing.
Thinking about thoughts that she’s never encountered usually, about him, popping up in Marinette’s head like luminescent bubbles that slowly evaporated as it rose higher and higher into uncharted territory.
Instead of letting those thoughts grow, she just moved a hand to give a small playful shove to his shoulder.
“Just leave the plans to me next time,” she sighed, returning her gaze to the darkening sky.
His eyes trailed back to he drifting clouds, and she could see in her peripheral his slow nod.
“We’re in this together though, right?” he asked hesitantly.
“Duh, I’m your partner.”
Marinette thinks she saw him lift the corners of his mouth in a smile.
“Can you tell me what the girl behind Ladybug’s mask will be wearing at the wedding?” she heard him ask.
A small pause stretched between them.
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“It was worth a shot!”
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Before He Cheats
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“Munson Home for the Recently Deceased, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before a light chuckle crackled through the speaker.
“Is that really how you answer the phone?”
Eddie smiled to himself. “Got you to laugh didn’t it?”
“Suppose.”
“Plus, no one calls the landline anymore unless they’re trying to sell something. You trying to sell me something?”
“No. No, I uh… I’m looking for an Eddie Munson?”
“Only an Eddie Munson? Only one? What a terrible fate. Well you’re in luck, my good sir. This is he. What can I do you for?”
The voice on the end of the line gave a light laugh once again but went silent almost immediately after.
Eddie stared at the wall in his apartment, waiting for something to happen. In the quiet he could hear the guy letting out little nervous breaths before one big inhale.
“I um. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, I’d prefer to do it face to face but I don’t know where you live and you probably wouldn’t even want me at your house afterwards and I did find you on social media but it’s not something I wanted to do in DM’s, you deserve better than that-”
“Okay, hold on, slow down.” Eddie tried to ignore the panic starting to kick around in his heart. “Is someone dead? Is someone injured?”
“No! No, Jesus, I’m sorry. I told Robin that I’d be terrible at this but I couldn’t just let it go on without saying anything-”
“You haven’t really said anything. You’re just rambling.”
“Right. Sorry. Again, blame Robin. I’m around her too much. But… okay. Do you know Rick Lipton?”
Eddie felt the panic leave him, replaced only by irritation as he sighed through his nose. “What did he do now?”
“He… um. I’m sorry to ask this but are you his partner? Like, romantic partner?”
Eddie scowled. “And if I am?”
There was movement against the line, almost as if the other guy was nodding.
“Shit.” He muttered before picking back up in volume again. “Listen, I didn’t know. He told me he was single and I only found out because Robin lives in the same building as you and she saw him with you and asked the neighbours and they said you’d been a thing for like two years and you have to believe me if I’d known I wouldn’t have touched him, I don’t fuck around with cheaters-”
“How long?”
Eddie had expected to feel betrayal or sadness, devastation or heartbreak and they were there.
They were just lost under a tidal wave of anger and indignation. He was even surprised at himself that he didn’t feel more caught off guard.
Rick had never cheated before (that Eddie was aware of) but he had always had a wandering eye and a few off-colour jokes about 'going to find someone more his speed’.
They’d never really felt all that funny.
Maybe it was because their relationship had felt dead for the last few months.
They barely talked, they just existed around each other. The sex had all but dried up as well and whenever they did have it, it was completely impersonal. Get in, get out, move back to separate parts of the apartment if either of them even bothered to stay over.
More often than not one of them would make a quick exit back to their home.
Eddie had been thinking a breakup was on the horizon for a while.
But that was no excuse to cheat.
At least have the fucking decency to end the relationship first before going out and chasing tail.
“Um, like four or five weeks." The guy on the phone muttered, clearly ashamed. "I’m so sorry Eddie, I swear to god if I knew I would never… I have- I have proof if you need it.”
“If it’s a sex tape I don’t think I want to see it.” Eddie was trying really hard to maintain his calm and not snap through the phone.
If what the guy was saying was true, then he was an innocent party in this.
Didn’t make it hurt any fucking less though.
Didn’t make him any less pissed.
“If- no it’s not a sex tape.” The voice sounded scandalised. “Fucking hell, do people actually do that?”
“Yes.”
There was a pause, as though the guy was waiting for Eddie to continue but Eddie just let it hang in the air. He wasn’t ashamed.
But he was definitely going to have to purge those files now.
“Okay well… It's just a photo. I posted it to my insta a week ago but he was really weird about it being up, which in hindsight makes a lot of sense, so I took it down.” He said, quiet and sad. “I can send it to you if you want.”
Eddie pursed his lips.
“Please hold.”
He unceremoniously dropped the phone with a clatter, leaving it dangling from the cord, bouncing against the wall and probably blowing the guy’s ear out.
Maybe in the morning Eddie would feel a little bad about that, but for now it just felt very satisfying.
He rifled around in his bedsheets for his phone before making his way back to the landline.
“Still there?”
“Yes. Ow, by the way.”
Eddie just shrugged, well aware the guy couldn’t see him but whatever. He wasn’t in the mood.
“Send it on.”
Only a moment later his phone pinged with a notification and Eddie opened the photo.
Well.
Shit.
There was Rick, in amongst a crowd at some nightclub, plastered to the side of some pretty boy who looked like he had a regular workout routine.
Ugh.
Eddie couldn’t handle gym bunnies, the amount they could bench or whatever was all they ever talked about. But this must be the guy on the other end of the phone.
@King.Steve.Of.House.Hair
Rick had King Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth and from the angle of the selfie Eddie could see his hands were wandering.
It looked like some kind of Halloween night, if the teeny tiny little sailor outfit was anything to go by.
God damn.
But even so, Eddie still wanted to be sure that what he was seeing was… well. What he was seeing.
“Steve, is it?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t realise I hadn’t given you my name yet.” Steve let out a nervous laugh, like he was expecting Eddie to jump through the phone and strangle him.
Eddie was fit to strangle someone but Steve wasn’t in his crosshairs.
“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what does Rick have tattooed on his ass?”
“Uh…” Steve paused. “He doesn’t have a tattoo on his ass? Not that I’ve seen anyway. But I can tell you he does have his taint pierced. For some fucking reason.”
Eddie gave a quiet laugh at that, despite the monumentally fucked up situation and the final cracking piece of his heart breaking away. Rick had that piercing by the time Eddie had met him. He insisted he’d gotten it because it was sexy. Eddie was pretty sure he’d just lost a bet.
Eddie was no stranger to intimate piercings himself. He had his frenum done a while back.
That one he’d definitely done because it felt sexy.
He looked back down at his phone, idly flipping through Steve’s profile and all of his other photos.
He probably shouldn’t be thinking about how hot Steve was, how it was juxtaposed with a soft cuteness that almost felt like it didn’t belong to someone with such broad shoulders and defined arms.
He hated himself for thinking about Steve’s attractiveness.
It felt wrong.
Even though he was pretty much single now.
Even if Rick didn’t know it yet.
But fuck him.
He’d find out.
One way or the other.
And Eddie was nothing if not a drama queen.
But he wouldn’t do anything tonight.
No tonight he would just… hurt.
And smoke.
A lot.
“Eddie?” Steve’s voice came through to him. “You okay?”
Eddie swallowed, finding it a little more difficult than he expected it to be and realised he’d just been staring down at his phone in silence.
The screen had gone black.
“Yeah.” He answered, his voice thick. “I’m fine.”
Steve hummed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Eddie laughed. It was wet and sniffly and vulnerable and horrible. “What are you gonna do from over the phone far away… wherever you are?”
“I dunno. I could just… talk to you I guess? Help you plot Rick's murder?”
Eddie laughed again, a little brighter this time. "Yeah, that could be good. But if I'm plotting murder I want to be a little more comfortable." He unlocked his phone and hit the follow button on Steve’s account. “This conversation requires lounging, not standing by the landline.”
“Oh-”
“How do you feel about a video call?”
A notification popped up on his phone, letting him know Steve had followed him back.
“A video call is fine.”
“Great.” Eddie paused. He wasn’t even sure how to end this call with the guy his boyfriend of two years had been cheating on him with and who he’d just asked if he wanted to video call so Eddie could smoke his feelings away.
He just didn’t want to feel alone right now.
He could have called Chrissy or one of the boys to come hang out with him but that would require explaining everything over again and he really didn’t want to do that right now.
Before he could think much more on it Eddie said a quick “Okay bye,” and hung up.
Steve knew the story and Steve had been wronged too and maybe they could just be mad and sad together.
He unlocked his phone again as he walked back into his bedroom and hit the video call button, not even bothering to turn his light on, leaving himself and his room shrouded in darkness. He propped his phone up on his desk, angled towards the window where he sat on the sil and started to roll, using the streetlights streaming in the window to see.
Steve picked up only a moment later and Eddie got his first good look at the guy live in action and not through a photo online.
He was sitting at what looked like a kitchen table fully lit by the overhead lights, a pair of wire framed glasses perched on his nose and his hair messy and dishevelled, like he’d been stressfully running his hands through it, which he probably had been.
Eddie didn’t know how stressed he would be if he had to make a call to someone to tell them their long term partner had been cheating.
He was leaning forward, elbows on the table in a cosy yellow sweater with a slight worry between his eyebrows.
He looked so soft.
Nothing at all like the nautical sea queen look he’d been giving in those photos. He looked comfortable and gentle and a little worried.
“Eddie?”
“Mm-hm?” He hummed, bringing the joint to his mouth and lighting it up before pushing open the window a little more and exhaling out into the dark rainfall outside.
“You okay?”
He shrugged. “I will be.”
“I’m not asking about whether you will be, I‘m asking about now.”
Eddie looked over and watched Steve as Steve watched him through the screen.
“Alright, then no. I’m not okay.” He took another drag. “I’m fucking pissed. I’m sad, I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m disappointed and I don’t know if all of that is directed more at him for doing this to me or me for not expecting it.”
“How were you supposed to expect it?” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “No one should have to expect to be cheated on.”
“Dunno.” Eddie shrugged, looking back out the window. “Relationship was dying anyway.”
“Okay, and? That doesn’t make cheating okay.”
“Suppose not.”
“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. For my part in it.”
Eddie glanced back over, taking in the downward tilt of Steve’s mouth and his big sad eyes.
“S’not your fault. You were wronged too.”
“I guess, but…” Steve bit his lip and looked up from the screen, casting his eyes around his kitchen like something was going to pop out and answer whatever question was running through his head.
Eddie waited. The guy had been very gracious so far and he seemed to genuinely feel bad for all the mess he’d been wrapped up in.
“I…” Steve continued. “I know how this thing usually goes. You find out you’ve been cheated on and you still love your partner so you tend to focus all your anger towards the person they cheated with rather than the person who actually wronged you.” He looked down, fiddling with some kind of flash card on the table in front of him.
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Eddie stubbed his joint out, happy enough with his current buzz. He was sufficiently mellowed, he hadn’t cried yet though that would probably come once he was in bed, but his anger had simmered down to a level where he didn’t feel like putting his fist through a wall but still angry enough to plot.
“I am, I guess.”
Eddie nodded. “This happened to you before?”
That was probably rude. His filter malfunctioned at the best of times but when he smoked it was all but gone.
“Yeah.” Steve stared down at the cards in his hands. “My mom had to put up with my dad’s infidelity a lot. And my ex-girlfriend cheated on me a while back.” Steve paused before taking a deep breath. “Rick was actually my first attempt to get back into the dating world so…”
“So we can both be sad and angry together.”
“Yeah.” Steve smiled and Eddie stood up, plucking his phone from his desk and settling it on his bedside table, switching his lamp on and throwing himself face down on his bed, probably barely visible to Steve.
“We can be sad and angry together.”
Eddie glanced up. Now that he was closer to his phone, he could better see exactly what Steve was fiddling with, he could read some of the text on the card.
“Stevie.” Eddie sat up, moving closer to the phone and unable to stop the smirk running over his face. Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him. “Did you write out flash cards for when you called me?”
Steve’s eyes widened before he unceremoniously swept all the cards off the table in front of him, his cheeks turning a terrific shade of red and he leaned his face on his hand, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“No.”
It was adorable. Incredibly dorky and adorable.
Eddie laughed, full on braying belly laughs, collapsing backwards onto his bed. When he peeked back up to look at his phone through his giggles, Steve’s face was somehow even redder.
“Oh my god.” Eddie breathed. “That’s darling.”
“Shut up.”
“No, no. It’s really very sweet.”
“Ugh. Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes but was still smiling, still had a blush lighting up his cheeks.
Eddie settled himself back against his headboard. “Actually, listen, let me ask you something.”
“Okay?”
“Does Rick know? Does he know that you know? Or that you told me?”
“No.” Steve answered, finally relaxing his fake nonchalance into real relaxation, folding his hands on the table and propping his chin up on them. “I figured if anyone had the right to rip his balls off it would be you.”
Eddie nodded.
That he could understand.
“I get that, but there’ll be no ball ripping from where I stand. No, I want to hit him where it hurts.”
“Woulda hurt me plenty.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But the only thing Rick loves more than his own balls is his car.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, obsessed with that thing. It’s weird. It’s not even that nice of a car.”
“I’d love to say he has bad taste but considering he picked the both of us, I’m pretty sure his tastes are actually immaculate.”
“Just his decisions are bad.”
“Exactly.”
“Well.” Steve sighed. “I’d love to help any way I can. I hate that I was involved in this, in what he did to you.”
“To us, Stevie. To us.”
“Right, so what’s the plan then?”
“When are you due to see him next?”
Eddie pulled his van into the parking lot of the bar. It was halfway across town and a place that he never frequented if he could help it. Rick liked it though, always had. Eddie just liked other places around town more.
But it could be cute, he supposed. A small little country and sports type place that had a rainbow flag behind the bar and a small number of regulars who, according to Steve, wouldn’t do anything unless you got between them and their drink.
He knew that Steve was inside with Rick, playing up the flirty angle and acting tipsier than he actually was to put him at ease.
Steve had mentioned one of his signature moves involved pool, bending over the table and wiggling a little bit to keep the attention on him. Pulling out a little pout whenever he missed a shot or asking for help to line up his cue.
Eddie would be more upset by the fact that he was missing the sight of it if he didn't know he'd have the opportunity to see it himself at some point in the future.
They had talked for so long that first night, long enough that the sun was starting to come up by the time they'd both dragged themselves away from their phones to sleep.
They’d talked about their families, their friends, what they were doing in life right now as opposed to what they had hoped they would be doing when they were teenagers. They talked about their school selves and their dating lives and as the conversation wore on Eddie found himself thinking again and again about how long it had been since it had felt so easy to talk to someone like that.
It had been a very long time since Rick had put any effort into getting to know him as he grew through their two years together, like he expected Eddie to stay the same person as he was at the start of the relationship.
After that first night where they’d figured out their master plan, he and Steve had just… kept talking. Throughout the rest of the week up until tonight, they were in almost constant contact, only really taking a break to sleep and work.
Eddie felt connected to Steve and in some roundabout way he was thankful to Rick for bringing him into his life.
He’d even met Robin in passing one day, living two floors below him, holding the door open for him as he tried to wrestle with grocery bags.
She was so weird. He kind of loved her the second she opened her mouth. Honest, but with the sharpest tongue he’d ever met on a person.
She had knocked on his apartment door later that evening to tell him Steve was calling over to visit and asking if he wanted to come around to meet him.
Steve had apparently delegated the asking to her because he was too nervous to do it himself.
Again, adorable.
Steve was somehow even sweeter and even saltier in person than he was over the phone and Eddie tried hard, he tried really hard not to look too much or let his fucking horomones run away with him but Jesus. H. Christ it was difficult.
The sweetness of his soft sweaters and polos, his gentle smiles and understanding words matched with his salty mean girl attitude that would slip out every so often and the bitchiest of eye rolls that made Eddie’s heart jump.
Eddie was also trying to feel bad about what was happening but honestly, he was losing reasons to care that much.
He hadn’t texted or called Rick once in the last week and Rick himself had never reached out which all at once made Eddie realise he was the primary communicator in the relationship and it hadn’t been reciprocated in a long, long time.
Adding onto that was the knowledge that Rick was still fucking cheating on him and was in regular contact with Steve left Eddie only half heartedly feeling bad.
He and Steve would go over the screenshots of the conversation together every night and every night Eddie found it harder and harder to hang up the phone.
He was pretty sure Steve was feeling the same way.
They kept just catching each other staring. Or smiling or, pulling back from touching too much and he was almost sure that as soon as Rick was out of the picture for the both of them, something was going to blossom.
Even now, with Steve inside, flirting up a storm with Eddie’s ex-boyfriend who didn’t know he was an ex yet, they would be ending the night together.
Robin was waiting back at her apartment with an alibi ready if Eddie needed it though he suspected he wouldn’t.
Neither he nor Rick had a great track record with the police and it would be more trouble than it was worth to get them involved.
Speaking of, Eddie spotted Rick’s car, some souped up four wheel drive monstrosity of small dick syndrome sitting in the shadows and away from the cameras of the bar where Steve had convinced him to park with a suggestion of something happening in those shadows later on.
He hopped out of his van and threw open the back doors, grabbing his bag of goodies before sidling around Rick’s car to wait.
When the chords of some Shania Twain number started to leak through the walls, the signal he’d been waiting for, the sound loud enough to drown out what Eddie would be doing, he dropped his bag to the floor.
Curling his keys into his fingers and with almost a skip in his step Eddie began to carve a stripe through the immaculate and expensive paint work. Working his way around to the drivers side, he lifted the key up before bringing it back down.
With a little bit of sickening glee, he hacked the word CHEATER into the side of the car, the side that would be immediately visible from the bar door and the side Rick would have to see every time he wanted to get in and get out of the driver's seat.
At least until he paid a bomb to get it fixed.
Eddie had connections in this town. Working as a mechanic here for years would do wonderful things to extend this pain.
Rick knew fuck all about cars.
Tucking his keys back into his pocket, he sidled back around to his duffel bag, unzipping it and pulling out his Stanley blade.
Unsheathing it, he gripped it tight in his hand and punched it down into the nearest tyre, listening with satisfaction as the thing slowly deflated before moving onto the other three.
A second Shania song had started up.
He could hear Steve crooning out from inside, getting louder and Eddie knew he was running out of time.
He pulled Steve’s baseball bat from the duffle and gave it a little twirl, the same one he’d seen Steve do when he’d first handed it off and he had tried so hard not to be attracted to it.
He’d failed miserably.
Maybe Eddie could deal with a gym bunny if that gym bunny was Steve.
With an almighty swing, he brought the bat down, shattering one of the headlights with an almighty crash that wasn’t quite drowned out by the karaoke inside.
Rearing back Eddie swung again, smashing the other headlight and while the music didn’t cut off, he could clearly hear Steve inside calling out for Rick to “Wait!”
Okay, only a few seconds left.
Pulling the bat back and letting the anger and betrayal and indignation flow through him, he brought the bat down hard into the windshield where it embedded itself, the spider cracks of the tempered glass making the thing practically opaque.
The bat was fucking stuck.
Eddie knew that if he was able to pull hard enough he would be able to release the whole windshield from the car but he didn’t even have the strength in him to budge the bat.
“What the fuck?!”
Eddie slowly released his hands from the bat and turned, looking at Rick standing in the doorway of the bar, his mouth hanging wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Steve was standing just behind him, with one hand over Rick’s chest.
To anyone else it would look like a comforting gesture, maybe. A show of support.
But Eddie could tell the hand was there to hold Rick back if he decided to lunge.
Both Steve and Rick dragged their gaze over the flat tyres, the word carved into the side, the bat stuck in the windshield.
“Hey sweetheart.” Eddie called across the distance, feeling comfortable enough to turn his back to pick up his bag, trusting Steve to at least shout if Rick was about to tackle him.
“Eddie,” Rick breathed, still open-mouthed somehow. “What in the god damned hell has gotten into you?!”
“I wasn’t talking to you.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and held his hand out.
Steve patted Rick twice on the chest and stepped out from behind him.
Rick watched him walk away looking even more bewildered than before.
With one hand Steve took Eddie’s and with the other he grabbed the bat, wiggling it a few times before pulling it free.
They broke apart as they reached Eddie’s van, Steve climbing into the passenger seat and Eddie throwing his bag in the back before starting up the van from his position in the driver's seat.
He leaned over Steve to shout out of the window, “Have a nice life, asshole!”
As the van tore out of the lot, Steve stretched both hands out of the window, two middle fingers extended until Rick, still frozen on the spot, was out of sight.
When he pulled himself back inside, Eddie saw him glance his way, a huge grin on his face.
Eddie had a smile to match, whooping into the night as they sped down the road.
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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.
#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie x steve#penny00dreadful#before he cheats fic#anniversary#1 year posting anniversary challenge#pennys anniversary event#steddie fanfic#steddie fic#fanfic#tw cheating
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Hello! Could I req some hc for dating Phoenix and being Kazansky's daughter? Thank you! - (N anon?)
Hello love, thank you so much for requesting.
Also thanks to @the-decency-of-merciful-lies for looking this over.
A warning, there are mentions of death of a loved one and grief.
-Iceman is the big boss, and that’s why everyone has a lot of respect for him and you
-you don’t work for the Navy but you meet Phoenix during a celebratory dinner of some kind and you immediately hit it off
-she’s wearing her dress uniform which you find incredibly attractive and you have trouble starting a conversation with her, but she takes initiative and does it herself
-she’s honestly such an interesting person and you fall for her immediately, the two of you text a lot
-you start going to your father’s events voluntarily now, just because you get to see her
-because of his sickness he wants his family together during those kind of events, even if you don’t live with your family anymore he asks you to attend
-it’s obvious that you have feelings for Natasha so your father takes her aside during one of the events, asking her about you to see what kind of person she is
-he doesn’t tell you that he talked to her but he approves of your choice
-when he dies you’re devastated but you had seen it coming of course
-Natasha is as much by your side during the funeral as she can and it’s then that you share your first kiss
-she’s not sure if it is because you’re grieving but she hopes not, knowing that your dad had talked to you about your feelings for her and her intentions towards you
-it’s a little bit of a mess but she is reasonable and talks to you about her feelings and the conversation she had with your father, and even though it makes you sad you’re thankful she mentioned it
-you start dating after a while and even though you miss your father Nat makes you happy
-she actually makes you happier than you’ve ever been
-which is why when she asks you to marry her on your one year anniversary you say yes without a doubt
-your anniversary is beautiful, she asked Penny to close the Hard Deck so it’s just the two of you, but after she asks you to marry her you and her friends join you two (after she texted them that you said yes)
-it’s a beautiful celebration with most of the people you love, you’re just sad your dad can’t be there to witness it
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Hnnnnn I'm a weak woman so
Spaport and pruk if you want to for the ship ask thingy
weak on my knees uGH i'm about to gush about some of these how dare—
[ find the ask game here! send me a ship! ]
PortSpa 🌹
gives nose/forehead kisses: port
port very much dishes out more gentle displays of affection, and antonio is a big ol' sucker for forehead kisses.
gets jealous the most: toni
man is a literal green-eyed monster. he is very protective over those he cares for in general, and in any relationship, is both capable of being in a mood and seeking comfort from port in the face of his insecurities, or having strong words with anyone he thinks is a potential threat. like a dragon defending its hoard.
takes care of on sick days: both
they're both exceptional care-givers in this sort of scenario, and know exactly what's needed to make the other feel better both physically and emotionally!
drags the other person out into the water on beach day: port
do i even have to explain? i mean, toni may not need dragging, but port is making the first move, without a doubt!
brings the other lunch at work: toni
port forgets to eat lunch? no problem. his kitchen-savvy boyfriend will happily prepare him anything he asks for while he continues to work hard! his pleasure!
tries to start role-playing in bed: port
people might not immediately expect it, but port generally takes the initiative in matters of the bedroom. toni is open to trying most things without needing too much persuasion.
embarrassingly drunk dancer: port
and he knows it.
firmly believes in couple costumes: toni
it can and will become a thing they do for any event that requires costumes. toni will present his options and port gets the final say, to make sure he's comfortable before toni impulse-buys something. but it just feels right!
breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas: toni
port deserves every penny spent on him, even if he refuses to accept or believe that. toni will do anything to ensure port knows how much he cares for him, even if it means breaking the rules they've both agreed on.
makes the other eat breakfast: port
if port forgets to eat lunch, then toni is usually the one who'll skip breakfast. he isn't a morning person and tends to wake a bit later, and hasn't always got the energy for breakfast. so, port makes sure he doesn't let himself go without!
remembers anniversaries: port
out of the two of them, he's better at remembering things by a... pretty fair amount.
brings up having kids first: neither (toni)
they'll say it was a mutual agreement but toni mentions it one night after a few drinks and a sappy movie, and before port knows it he's got a kid in the shape of a cat. he considers himself to be a fair parent. mostly. (but in reality, they don't really strike me as the couple to have kids together...)
kills the bugs: both
#nofear (but if it's something that might sting him, port will quite happily hand over the reins!)
first to define them as a couple: toni
let's face it, toni is ready to call them a couple the first time port so much as looks at him. he's certainly the one with the schoolboy crush daydreaming about the life they'll build together, while port is trying to work out why this guy keeps staring at him.
who hides their guilty pleasures longer: toni
port helps him get there eventually. but it does take toni a bit more time to open up about certain things, whereas port tends to be more upfront.
snorts when laughing: both
:)
PrUK 🌿
gives nose/forehead kisses: arthur
arthur loves a good forehead kiss. and the fact that gilbert will turn into a flustered ball of lovey-dovey gloop if kissed like that has nothing to do with it!
gets jealous the most: arthur
he just is. like toni, it won't matter who he is with—his insecurities can and will make him a bit paranoid about their relationship and whether or not gilbert is happy with him.
takes care of on sick days: arthur
with the idea in mind that gilbert has a questionable immune system, he tends to become ill more often. but arthur easily falls into the roll of doctor, and will put everything on hold to do so.
drags the other person out into the water on beach day: arthur
to be fair, neither is rushing to get into the water, but arthur will suggest it and then spend five minutes persuading gilbert to go with him. and a begrudging gilbert may eventually agree.
brings the other lunch at work: gilbert
gilbert's love language is acts of service. a part of that is preparing food and giving arthur a hand with looking after himself (because he's not so great at that), and he enjoys acting as a provider in that respect.
tries to start role-playing in bed: arthur
we all know, deep down, who out of arthur and gilbert is going to try to spice things up.
embarrassingly drunk dancer: both
again, we all know this. they're clearly made for each other!
firmly believes in couple costumes: gilbert
arthur isn't against it after the first two or three times, but he does his best to make sure gilbert won't embarrass them both too much in front of their friends!
breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas: both
and they'll argue with each other about it afterwards. they both want to constantly make the other happy, cheer them up, make their strong feelings clear in gestures rather than words. but they're both equally stubborn, and don't like having that money spent on them!
makes the other eat breakfast: gilbert
gilbert the cook at it again, making sure arthur looks after himself.
remembers anniversaries: gilbert
gilbert does his best to organise both of them. things like dates, be they important for themselves or those around them, are recorded in a minimum of three places and he'd probably have a countdown app of some description to stay on top of it all.
brings up having kids first: gilbert
it's an off-handed comment that becomes a genuine possibility. they both think the other is great with kids, and then realise... well, actually, why can't we be great with our own kids. and you just now those kids are going to have one heck of a upbringing.
kills the bugs: arthur
gilbert would never harm any of god's creatures, great or small (lies).
first to define them as a couple: neither (both)
they'd be at the alter exchanging vows and wouldn't call themselves a couple. (but, in fact, they're the sort who would sit down and need to clearly establish: are we dating now? and go from there).
who hides their guilty pleasure longer: gilbert
turns out, gil's a lot of talk. it takes some serious trust for him to actually delve into the more intimate aspects of himself, in any sense of it.
snorts when laughing: gilbert
do you even need to ask?
in conclusion: 🥺
#hetalia#portspa#pruk#helia answers#helia's ships#i feel like some of this is unnecessary commentary but at the same time it is SO necessary#thanks for the ask heam <3#hws spain#hws portugal#hws england#hws prussia
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Daminette December Day 26- Still here
@maribat-calendar-events
Beep, beep, beep, bee-. Her hand slammed down on the alarm clock, silencing the irritating sound. Her eyes squinted open, the rare sunlight blinding her vision as she struggled to get up properly. She woke up alone, Tikki sleeping in the other room, and forced herself to get up and get dressed.
It was an average day for her, so as she stood in front of her closet, she chose a casual outfit. A dark green, knee-length, paneled skirt, with flowers she embroidered herself, on top she wore a light pink long sleeved sweater. The last thing she put on was a gold locket. It was comfy, and warm, and best of all, simple. She looked at herself in the mirror, her tired face stared back, she forced a smile on her face. It was a little too stiff, so she tried again and this time, it appeared more natural.
Next was breakfast. Marinette wasn’t really hungry, but knew that she had to eat otherwise Tikki and everyone else would yell at her and start acting concerned, which was the last thing she wanted. Starting the coffee pot, she looked around the kitchen and settled on a croissant, it was nowhere near as good as her Papa’s but it would at least fill her stomach. As she ate, she walked over to where Tikki was sleeping and woke the kwami up.
Almost instantly the small god was energetic. “Good morning Marinette!”
“Morning Tikki,” she took another bite of the croissant then made her way back to the coffee pot to fix herself a cup, Tikki following behind.
“You really should drink less coffee Marinette. Alfred says that it’s bad for your health.”
“Alfred should try stopping Tim before worrying about me Tikki.”
“He’s just looking out for you.”
“I know, but it’s a bit unnecessary, Tikki.” She gestured to herself. “Look at me, I’m fine. Anyways, we should get going before we miss our train.” Grabbing her purse in one hand and holding a travel mug filled with coffee in the other, she didn’t wait for Tikki to respond and left.
Outside the streets were crowded as usual, and being used to this city life, Marinette expertly weaved through the crowds, never spilling a drop of coffee. Taking the underground staircase, she made it just in time for the subway, the doors closing behind her. The uneventful ride took her to downtown Gotham where she got off, and made her way to a building. More specifically, the building that housed her studio on its 4th floor.
Setting her items down at her work station, she greeted each of her employees as they came in and then got to work. Yesterday she received a commission from one of Gotham’s elites for a suit, uninspiring work, so she started off by choosing the fabric and cutting out the pattern. Setting it aside, she moved on to her next task, finishing the design for Penny’s suit. This required more creativity on her part, as the Penny Rolling-Stone, wouldn’t dare wear anything boring and plain, but that’s what made the project fun.
After several hours of working, Marinette finally took a lunch break at the insistence of Tikki who kept poking her in the leg until she complied. “Happy now Tikki?” She took a bite of her sandwich.
“I’d be happy if you were feeling ok. I’m not Nooroo but I’ve spent enough time with you to know when you're faking Marinette.” She couldn’t meet Tikki’s gaze and just continued to eat her sandwich in silence. “How about you take a walk and get away from work for a bit. The sunshine will help you feel better.”
She shook her head. “I’d rather work. It gets my mind off of things Tikki.” A slam echoed through the studio as the doors opened forcefully. Stephanie strolled in looking like a woman on a mission, until she caught sight of Marinette.
Marching, Stephanie made her way over and sat down, studying her. “You’ve been avoiding us.”
“Whaaat. Noooo. I haven’t been avoiding anyone. I’ve just been busy.”
“Mari, the only people worse at lying are Adrien and the Kents, who you’ve also been avoiding. We know why, the anniversary is coming up but it’s been a year Marinette, and you need to face reality. We can help you, if anyone knows loss, it’s the Waynes.”
She slammed her hands down on the table, “I’m fine. I have faced reality, and excuse me for not giving up!” Stephanie’s eyes widened at the outburst, no one ever expected it when Marinette lashed out. Grabbing her purse and her sketchbook, Marinette called out the rest of her designers and staff. “I’m going to work from home the rest of the day, call me if something urgent comes up,” and without waiting for a response, left Stephanie where she sat.
As they walked home, Tikki looked at Marinette. The need to help filled every millimeter of her small body, but even as a god there was little she could do to help. When they arrived back at the apartment, Tikki opened her mouth to speak but Marinette beat her to it.
“I don’t want to talk about it. We’ve talked about it countless times and each time, it’s never helped. I just want to be left alone for now Tikki.” She pleaded and Tikki couldn’t bear to force the issue. Silently, she nodded her head and drifted away to where Marinette had accidentally left her cellphone that morning. She couldn’t help Marinette on her own but maybe Plagg would have some ideas.
Marinette on the other hand went to her room. Sitting on her bed, she held onto the locket around her neck. Her vision began to blur and as she kissed the locket, the hot trail of tears warmed her face. “I won’t give up Damian. I’m still here. I’m still waiting for you. I know nothing is impossible.” she whispered into the empty room as if he could hear her. “The heroes always win.”
She laid down, curled up in a fetal position as the barrage of memories assaulted her again. His beat up body, the lack of response, a portal opening before she could reach him, and then he was gone. Everyone assumed he was dead, but nothing was certain, she wouldn’t believe otherwise. “I’m still here, Damian. I’m still here.” She fell asleep with puffy eyes, still dressed in her street clothes.
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Lately, I considered on getting into RWBY because of Penny Polendina, then when I found out that she was killed out during the events of volume 8, it was one of the few times when I felt a bit sadden that a character got killed off, as when I usually see a character death I would say “Well, that’s sad” and I��ll move on, but Penny’s death did something that rarely happens to me, it gave me a complete gut punch… Like anytime when I thought about the character, I honestly felt like I wanna break down as her death in Volume 8 was too soon especially when she came back in Volume 7… I heard about theories that she could come back in the future as the fate of Pietro is unknown and that there are some bits that are hinting in her return, I wanted to believe that but in the end, we don’t know about what RWBY writers would write in Volume 10 or any future volumes…. Is this weird to think about all of this?
;; I feel you and understand you, don't worry that's totally normal XD
I'm kinda the same and even if it's a fictional character and story, it means so much and influences a lot on our lives. Art is made to make us think after all, it's only natural such an unfair death is making us so sad ;;;;;;;
Also I ugly cried so HARD when she died, the only reaction I recorded from V8 is the finale, so I can still admire my broken heart from time to time-- I don't think I cried that much because of RWBY before that. Penny really became one of the most loved and appreciated character of RWBY, and truly it makes me so happy that so many people enjoy her, Nuts and Dolts, as well as her VAs work (Taylor McNee, one of the most adorable person on this planet ever). I feel like before V7 Penny was liked but still considered as a secondary character, now she's a part of the main teams (EVEN IN THE RWBY PIN SET FOR THE 10th ANNIVERSARY AAH) and a lot of people talk about her even 2 years after her death. In fact, I'm really happy we're a bunch of revival truthers after what V9 gave to us, so if we ever see her come back I swear, the whole RWBY nation will celebrate this day XD
Anyway, we don't know what could happen yet, but these theories are pretty strong from my point of view. So we can only watch to know, and until then well we can suffer and try to enjoy fanarts giving us stuff we were robbed of ;;; (what i'm trying to do with the FLUFF aha)
#rwby#penny#penny polendina#penny revival#vacuo#rwby v9#rwby v10#nuts and dolts#nnd#nutsndolts#art#theories
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