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ladyxskywalker · 2 years ago

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wonderful in every way 🕸❤️

keeping secrets [tasm! peter parker x reader]

"But," he murmured, "I'm not the only one keeping secrets. Am I, sweetheart?"

"I thought maybe you knew," you whispered. There was no reason for it, nobody was around to hear it, but something about secrets demanded whispering.

"I think maybe I did," he said back, thumb moving over your cheek.

summary best friends know everything about each other, right?

warnings blood, injuries, stitches, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, fluff, angst, low-key hurt/comfort, mutual pining <3

Your cell phone was ringing.

You sweared loudly and almost dropped your coffee, then remembered where you were and gave an apologetic glance to the other passengers on the train before answering the call and shoving the speaker close to your ear, fighting with the bag of groceries in your hand.

"Hi, Pete!" you answered brightly. "How are you?"

"Hey, bub. I'm okay, I'm great. How are you? I came by your apartment," Peter said, voice crackly with bad reception.

You held your phone to your ear with your shoulder and searched through your purse for your small eyeshadow compact, flipping it open to analyse your appearance in the mirror.

"I'm on the subway 2 stops from your apartment," you said, groaning. "This is why communication is important."

"We communicate all the time."

You chewed your lip. "Actually - I was trying to surprise you because, well, don't you feel like something is amiss lately?"

"Amiss?" he asked worriedly.

"I don't know. We're never on the same page these days," you sighed, taking the phone back in your hand.

There was a small silence.

"You're my best friend," Peter said, like he was telling himself that too.

"I know. You're my best friend too," you replied hastily.

"There's something I haven't been telling you."

You paused. "There is?"

"It's not bad. It's," he chuckled to himself, "it's actually a good thing. You might think it's great, I hope. After the shock wears off."

"Peter, what are you talking about?"

"Look, I'll meet you outside mine and we'll talk, okay?"

"Pete-"

"I'll tell you everything," his words were softer. "No more space. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Catch you in a few."

You wrestled your bags off of the train and through the crowded station, up the steep steps and the ten minutes to Peter's apartment. By the time you got there you were lightly perspiring and stressing about how your hair looked, and you were totally convinced that Peter Parker, your best friend since you were six years old, was about to tell you he was in love with you.

You loved him, of course. It was kind of hard not to love him. Peter was kind down to his bones, loving like you wouldn't believe. He was the smartest person you'd ever met and had ambition that felt almost unfathomable to you, oozed raw talent into his hobbies; he took gorgeous photos that had you in awe like it was no big deal and sewed anything you asked him to. Even the smaller things made you dizzy, like how he never killed a bug if he could help it, how he made you sandwiches every single day freshman year and didn't care if you didn't eat them, how he looked in the sunlight. How he yawned, how he hiccuped, how he laughed. The way he stretched when he woke up, how his muscles moved under his skin when you pretended to be suddenly and irredeemably interested in his wallpaper.

You could see him jogging toward you. When he got close enough he stretched out his hand for your groceries and then your purse.

"Peter, I can carry my own bag."

"Why should you?" he asked impishly, wrestling the strap from your fingers.

He kissed your cheek. "I've missed you, bub."

"I missed you too. It feels like I haven't seen you in a year," you said, glowing.

You fell into step beside him.

"Only 4 days and 5 hours."

"Why do you know that?"

"I know everything."

Right. Sometimes it felt like he did.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He seemed anxious, his shoulders taut, mouth set in a determined smile that was fraying at the edges. You withheld the urge to bump his shoulder, poking fun at him verbally instead.

"Not often Peter Parker's scared to tell me something," you teased.

He grimaced. You watched his hands tighten around your bags, knuckles going white.

"I'm not scared," he complained at your word choice.

"Nervous," you compromised.

He turned his head and you turned yours.

"I'm not nervous."

"Good," you nodded, holding open the first door of his apartment building. He turned around so you could retrieve his keys from the front pocket of his backpack and you did, unlocking the door to begin up the stairs. "There's nothing to be nervous about," you said, hoping to hint at your returned feelings.

He heard the meaningful undertone, looking at you in a calculating way and then sighing, relieved.

"You know?" he asked.

You were at the second staircase now. You paused to clear your throat, feeling your bravado slip away. You grabbed at it with slippery fingers. "I had a hunch."

He tipped his head and groaned. You looked unabashedly at the curve of his neck.

"I suck at keeping secrets."

"From me? Yes, you do."

The third flight of stairs. Peter was unbothered by the weight of what he was carrying, making quick time. You rushed to keep up with him, pushing in front of him so you could open his door and let him in so he could put down the bags as quickly as possible. He laughed at you.

"Thanks," he said warmly.

After he put the bags down he hugged you tightly to his chest. You wormed your arms around his waist familiarly, leaning your head against his shirt. "I'm so happy you're okay with it."

He was being coy.

"Peter, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," he looked down at you, eyebrows raised, "it's dangerous."

"Right," you said, laughing loudly. Love was super dangerous.

His hands were hot, one arm wrapped over your shoulder the other under. His hugs made you feel protected, undeniably safe.

"That doesn't worry you?" he said, nonplussed.

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not."

"It's a good thing, like you said. It's a great thing."

He swayed you from side to side. "Yeah?"

"Of course it is," you said, shrugging. You looked up at his face, "it is, right?"

"Sure," he was grinning too, "not everyday your best friend gets superpowers."

"Exactly, and-" you blinked owlishly. The world was suddenly very loud in your ears. "What?"

Peter was still grinning. "This is so great. I've been dying to show you the suit ever since I made it. I could use your hands. Oh! You'll have a field day with my embroidering, I know you will, but I didn't have a lot of time. You'll have to-"

"Pete," you said, shrugging out of his hold. "What?"

He scrunched his eyebrows together. "The suit?"

"Superpowers?"

"What, you thought I was doing all that without superpowers?"

"You have superpowers?" you asked incredulously.

"Bub," he laughed, going to grab the hem of your shirt.

You stepped back out of his reach.

"What's wrong?" he asked, lips turning down.

What was wrong? What was worse? Peter wasn't telling you he was in love with you. Peter was…

"You're Spider-Man?"

His apartment was still dark. The groceries were tipping over at your feet. You could hear Peter's upstairs neighbour watching TV.

His smile faded. "I thought you…"

Your chest clouded sharply with hurt and something else, unidentifiable and all consuming. Peter was Spider-Man, the masked superhero that had been protecting New York for literal years now. Years. And you'd had the idiocy to think a mutual crush was the biggest (badly kept) secret between you both.

No. It seemed like Peter was great at keeping secrets.

You shook it off as best you could, which wasn't well.

"This is amazing. It's amazing. How- how did it happen?" you said weakly.

He was squinting at you. "I got bit. By a spider."

You giggled. It was all wrong, pitchy and off center. "A spider?"

"A radioactive spider."

"Do you. Um. Do you have, like, pincers?"

"Bub, no."

You looked down at your hands. "Right."

"You sound disappointed."

"I'm sure I'll recover from your not having pincers, Peter."

"No, I mean- you sound disappointed that I'm Spider-Man."

You stretched out your fingers, struggling to look at him.

"It actually makes perfect sense. You're the only person I know who's kind enough to fit the bill," you said. As soon as you said it you realised it was true.

"But?"

"But what?"

"I can hear it in your voice. There's something you're not saying," he said. His voice was tight, like he was frustrated or about to be.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and grabbed your bag, turning to his door. Peter's fingers landed at your shoulder, pulling you back in.

"Babe-"

You moved your shoulder from under his hand and flinched away, hands up as if to say please don't touch me right now.

"Y/N," he said.

"I don't feel well."

"Come on, come sit down. We'll talk about it."

"I'll text you when I get home."

"Don't go-" he started.

You shut his door behind you and stood at the doorway for a few seconds, heart racing.

Superpowers.

You blinked back embarrassed tears and started down his stairs. Peter had superpowers.

4.56PM

I'm home

alright

is everything okay ??

you left sort of quickly

i put the groceries away - were

you gonna make baked ziti?

7.00PM

we can still make it if you want

if you're feeling better tomorrow

8.00PM

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it,

if that's why u were upset

bub, call me? or tomorrow, if you're

sleeping

I can explain everything

anything you need me to

You looked down at your phone screen and sighed. You didn't take any pleasure from ignoring Peter. In fact, you felt so guilty you worried people could see it on your face.

The longer you ignored Peter the more he would text you, until this morning when there'd been one last text. Since then, radio silence.

I'm sorry. I'll give you space.

You didn't really want space. You couldn't work it out.

For a while you'd thought it to be anger. He'd kept this from you for so long - he'd probably lied to you, a lot. And he'd been so reckless. How many Spider-Man versus supervillain showdowns had you seen since he'd begun protecting Queens?

And you definitely were angry, so angry, that he would risk his life like this. Every night. When he wasn't spending a night with his Aunt May or watching a movie at your place, somebody was hurting him somewhere.

That made you sick.

After the anger faded came the worry. You worried he was going to die, he was going to be fatally injured, he was going to bite off more than he could chew. You worried he might get knocked down and he wouldn't be able to get back up.

He was only one boy. He was only your boy. How had he done all this alone? It kept you up.

He was probably going to get himself killed and what - you'd have to sit back and watch?

And then, at the base of your isolation, the real reason you couldn't stand to see him. Peter was smart. He was a genius. He must've worked out exactly what you'd thought he was going to say, and so he must know how you felt for him. Suddenly your biggest secrets were laid out on the table and you were trying uselessly to go back to a time where they weren't. Time didn't ever move backwards. This was now. Peter was Spider-Man and you were in love with him. You were in love with Spider-Man. Being in love with Peter had come as easy as breathing. You worried loving Spider-Man would be much harder.

You were mulling this over in bed, staring morosely at your ceiling. The window was open, for once a warm summer breeze was floating in lazily through the gap. It was quiet enough to endure the cacophony of chaos outdoors, and it was the sound that helped you not go insane with your own thoughts. You'd call him, you resolved. You'd call him. You hadn't gone a day without talking to Peter since you were twelve years old when the weekends had felt so long that Peter had saved up enough allowance to buy you a flip phone and you'd cried and held his hand for five hours.

You wouldn't have lasted much longer without his company, anyhow, when your window was being pushed open.

You winced bodily, crawling backwards on your bedsheets to push against the headboard.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. Don't be scared," Peter pleaded, voice slightly muffled by the Spider-Man mask. He pulled it off quickly, and then slumped against your bedroom wall.

"What the fuck," you said, dropping your hands in your lap, "Spider-Man's a burglar now?"

"Breaking and entering – I haven't stolen anything. And only on weekends."

His joke made you laugh, which in turn made you feel guilty.

"Pete, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I know I wasn't as excited for you as I should've been," you said softly.

Peter made a sound like you'd poked him, "That's alright," he said hurriedly, "that's just fine. I don't care."

You frowned, a little hurt. "You don't care?"

"Mind!" he corrected, gasping. "I don't mind."

You traced the gloves of his suit, one pressed tight to his side, and the fabric was all dark and wet and, "Peter, what's that?"

"Don't be scared," he said again, looking between you and the dripping wound, "I got stabbed."

"Stabbed!"

"Quite badly!" he said, tone echoing your own.

You crawled down the length of your bed and threw yourself at his side, trying to pull his hand away.

"Not a good idea, bub."

"What?"

"It's a pretty big gash."

"Gash!"

"Bub," Peter said, voice steady despite his injury, "stay calm. Everything will be okay. I need a - a towel, or anything to put pressure on it while it heals. Okay? Can you do that for me?"

"Right," you spun away from him and then spun back, "you're okay?"

"I won't die in the 30 seconds it takes you to find a towel."

You weren't so sure but you did as he asked and retrieved a clean towel for him to push against his abdomen. He hissed as he did it.

"You need to go to the emergency room," you told him, pressing your hand over his bloody one.

"I only need stitches."

"Only!"

"It's fine." He was looking at you strangely again, like he did that day in the stairwell.

"What if something important got all knifed?" you exclaimed.

He grabbed a hold of your face with a bloody glove, wincing as he did it. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and your breaths were coming painfully quick. Held still, he looked from one eye to the other and didn't smile, didn't frown, just looked. You realised he was breathing purposefully and made to copy him.

"I'm sorry for coming here. Your place was closer and it's worse than usual, but. It isn't fatal. It isn't an emergency. I need a first aid kit and I'll be fine."

He was nodding as he said it. You copied him, huffing big exhales through your nose.

"How often does this happen?" you asked, stressed.

"Not a lot. Usually with much smaller knives."

You blew hair out of your face and marched into your bathroom for your first aid kit and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, staining the doorway with blood as you pushed past it.

Peter sat heavily on your floor. You had a sneaking suspicion he was lying about how serious the wound was, as he'd begun to sweat badly. He pulled the gloves off of one hand with his teeth and then pressed his naked hand to the towel to replace the first and did the same, his blood staining his mouth red-pink, like kool-aid.

He looked up at you worriedly. "I got blood on your face."

"Should see yourself," you murmured, kneeling down. You helped him out of the suit's top half, revealing his chiseled chest and torso, his wound lazily sobbing blood. You pressed the towel back to his body and blinked.

"It's slower now," Peter said.

"And if it doesn't stop bleeding?"

"It will."

It did. Peter watched your pour peroxide on his stab wound and let you thread the needle for stitches, but when you moved to assess the cut he stopped you, putting a red hand over yours.

"I can do it."

You inhaled.

"I'm glad. I don't think I have the stomach for it."

"You don't have to watch if it's too much."

Even though he needed two hands and you didn't want to annoy him you still found a way to be close to him, digging your fingers into his thigh. He didn't complain though you knew your grip would've been bruising on anyone else.

You noticed his sharp inhales and knew when he was pulling the stitches tight. Once he'd finished he sort of deflated, clipping the string short and putting the stitching needle back in the plastic case.

Your knees ached from kneeling at his side.

He placed his hand over the bloody side of your face. Your skin burned under his touch. You wavered in that impenetrable bubble of silence for minutes, savouring the feel of his skin on yours, the drag of his thumb against your face.

"M'sorry. For keeping it a secret."

You leaned into his hand more, intending for it to serve as a you're forgiven. You worried if you opened your eyes you'd cry.

"But," he murmured, "I'm not the only one keeping secrets. Am I, sweetheart?"

"I thought maybe you knew," you whispered. There was no reason for it, nobody was around to hear it, but something about secrets demanded whispering.

"I think maybe I did," he said back, thumb moving over your cheek. You peaked at him out of one eye, pins and needles picking at your skin.

"You did?"

"Told you - I know everything."

You laughed and dropped your chin, looking at him from under your lashes, feeling humiliated. "You're full of it, Parker."

He pulled your chin up with his index finger.

"You love me," he said, more fact than question.

"Only since we were 6 years old."

"Watch my stitches," he advised, leaning in.

You squeaked, startled, "What are you doing?"

"No more space. Is that… okay?"

"What, just like that?" you asked, and then kicked yourself. He was trying to kiss you and you were trying your hardest to persuade him not to? Imbecile.

Peter traced the line of your half smile with his index finger. It was so gentle you almost forgot you were both covered in blood.

"We're in love, aren't we?" he asked, smiling softly. "What else do you do?"

You were at once overcome with affection for his worn, tired face, his bleeding body. You did as he said and watched for his stitches, pressing your hand against the space in the middle of his chest and leaned down.

You stopped above his mouth.

"You love me?" you asked. Not because you didn't know but because you were too selfish to wait.

"I love you. N'now I'm all out of secrets," he mumbled, darting upwards to catch your lips in a chaste kiss.

The pressure of his mouth on yours was familiar enough to leave you feeling blindsided and full of shocks, hand trembling over his heart. Peter tilted his head to open your mouth slowly and you moved your hand to his neck, anchoring yourself to his skin.

You broke the kiss, pushing your forehead gently against his chin. "You taste like blood."

He laughed hard enough to hurt, clutching his side.

"Kiss me anyway?" he asked you.

How could you deny him?

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ouijacine · 9 months ago

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💫 February Patreon Print 💫

The vote for this month was for Medicated Andrew, ie Andrew during foxhole. The inspiration behind this was how Andrew must have felt on the drugs, his thoughts and mind all wrapping together and getting tangled with the smoke and his hair in this essay I will —

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finleyforevermore · 11 months ago

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Bothers you

I've been bothered! :0

Thanks Andrew!!

#andrew! 💫#inbox

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kd89-3dstudios · 9 months ago

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💫With somebody who loves me (2) Pose Pack 💞

Hello my Friends

I'm sorry but my PC was in repair for a week, so I can only post the second Pose Pack now. but here it is now just for you. But I hope you enjoy it 😊

MORE LOVE 4 YOU! <3

You get:

12 Couple Poses

You need:

Andrew's Pose Player & Teleport Any Sim - Downlode

Generally don't use the slider mod with my Posing or Animation.

DO NOT USE THE SLIDER MOD

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Everything in the description of the package

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Don't claim as your own.

Don't re-upload.

Don't re-edit.

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mostlymaudlin · 8 months ago

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an atom & a star 💫 [M, 31k]

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Andrew Minyard isn't looking for fame. That's why he plays bass in a backing band. Even so, fame finds Andrew in the form of Four, the mysterious remaining performer of boy band sensation The Perfect Court. Four brings more trouble than he should be worth — his history littered with secrets, lies, and skeletons. But as they round the globe on Four's debut solo world tour, the stakes get higher, and two facts become clearer: Neil Josten isn't the man that Raven Records sells to the world. And now that Andrew has his hands on the man behind the mask, he's never going to let go.

my @aftg-mixtape gift for @leahlisabeth is finally complete! leah, thank you again for your patience <3 shout out to the fest mods, and of course, to @sillyunicorn, @starwarned, and @urban-sith, who helped me keep me sane while i tried something new. enjoy!

read it here!

#by 'tried something new' i literally just mean. externally motivated conflict. LOL #IT WAS HARD.#aftg #my writing #aftg fic #all for the game #andreil

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finexbright · 2 years ago

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unpopular opinions ot5 solo music version 👀

okay so, i'll do this artist by artist

zayn - his first album deserved so much better and i want him to sing more urdu/hindi and include rap sections in his music and become a proper r&b artist instead of someone who's toeing the line between pop and r&b

liam - i did not like his solo music at all and i truly think that he'd do so much more better as a producer/songwriter

niall - my man can do no wrong he's absolutely perfect and he actually has the best solo music out of everyone but no one's ready for that conversation

harry - harry peaked at hs1 and i wish we got more from that genre of music instead of how he's starting to slowly put out pop music. yes harry's house is fun but i really wish that made music in the same genre as hs1 and embraced the rockstar that he is instead of trying to be a mainstream popstar

louis - perfect now and headline are my least favourite songs of his and his songwriting is very weak in those and they should've never seen the light of the day. yes his vocals are good on headline but that's because his overall range has improved but yeah. headline is just so off from the entire album and he should've added holding onto heartache to the main album and released headline as a bonus track or never at all

#andrew 💫

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solaris-amethyst · 5 months ago

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💫Just one more picture💫

✨Pairing: theater kid!Yeosang x theater kid!gn!reader ✨Prompt: You're not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships your characters together and they keep making you take pictures together in costumes. ✨Word count: 1.8k ✨Genre: fluff, slight romance ☀️Authors note: Let me know what you thought of this one shot❣️ The play I'm referencing in this one shot for anyone wondering is Shakespeares Twelfth Night🥰

Ever since the first read through of the play, everyone involved decided that your character and Yeosangs character were absolutely made for each other. You couldn't really wrap your head around why everyone was so adamantly shipping your two characters together, when there was barely any interactions between the two that indicated they were romantically interested in each other.

Sometimes during run throughs of scenes your fellow cast mates would be taking pictures and talking about how genuine the love between the two of your characters, Malvolio and Maria, are. Even if Malvolio spends a good time in the play talking about how he wants to marry Miss Olivia after your character Maria, Sir Toby and Sir Andrew trick him into thinking Miss Olivia is in love with him.

Despite that, your director decided that she wanted to go in a slightly different route for Maria and Malvolio stating that the two of them were in love but did not dare to confess and Malvolio especially tries to hide his love for Maria by acting as if hes actually in love with the misstress they both serve. With longing stares and some gentle hand holding here and there to a catch when your character trips as she's in a hurry.

All of this never failed to make you blush, Yeosang was a beautiful man who was kind and passionate in everything he did. Your favorite thing about him was when he smiled, especially if it was directed towards you. It made your heart flutter and your cheeks grow slightly hot.

"Okay everyone! Gather up please!! Today were gonna take some pictures of this run through which means that you'll be photographed, this is so we have some work in progress photos to post on social media and to find some really good moments we want to have pictures of when we do our dress rehearsal next week!" Your director, Annelise, shouted as everyone gathered closer. "I want you all to give it your all during this run as you would in the dress rehearsal and when we have an audience watching. Give me passion, comdey, betrayal and all of that."

You could already feel some of the eyes on you at the thought of having pictures taken. As you were wondering what Yeosang might think of it all you could suddenly feel his presence behind you, his hand landing on your shoulder gently turning you slightly towards him.

"Let's do our best so we get some nice photos okay?" His gentle smile aimed towards you made you nod.

"We should, but don't forget to have fun you know, that's when the magic happens on stage." Yeosang was about to respond to your comment when Annelise called for everyone in positions for the run through. As you had predicted there were a lot of pictures taken of you and Yeosang. And you had to admit, in some of them the two of you looked really good together.

"We look good together." Yeosang hummed as he looked at the photo of him holding you close so you did not trip in the scene. It made you look at him in surprise, you were going to ask him if he really meant that but he was already walking away to get his bottle of water and go home for the day.

-next week during dress rehearsal-

If people had gone wild about you and Yeosang during last week's rehearsal it was nothing compared to now when you both were in costume. Yeosang was in a nice costume, looking prim and proper and you were in an equally prim and proper costume. Yours were slightly more flowy than Yeosangs, the costume department wanted the distinction and said it would go nicely with when he catches you.

What you had not expected was everyone in the cast to come hounding you with their phones and cameras telling you two to pose as they took pictures. Yeosang for some reason seemed to really enjoy it as he posed with you, you thought it would be awkward and in a way it was awkward but the way Yeosang posed with you it helped ease your nerves.

"Come here, let's do one last pose to make them satisfied love." You looked at Yeosang in slight shock at his words as his arm came close around your waist bringing you in close as his other hand went up to caress your cheek as he leaned in closely. In surprise you had brought one hand up to his shoulder and the other gently gripping his bicep of the arm that were cradling your face oh so gently.

"Yeosang..."

"Yes?" He tilted his head slightly at your question as the rest of the cast fawned and squealed over Malvolio and Maria, talking about how they were such a great pair and the pose was just chefs kiss for those two characters. After a few more photos everyone were satisfied walking away leaving the two of you alone.

"You were going to ask me something weren't you y/n?" He asked you curiously.

"Well... It's just that... You know I can't help but wonder if it's just our characters they ship or if they're shipping us two as well. Especially with the way they're acting and taking pictures of us." You confessed feeling the heat return slightly to your face as you kept eye contact with Yeosang.

"Well I sure hope they do." He said it so casually you almost chocked on the water you were drinking to calm your nerves.

"W-what?!"

"Yeah I sure hope they ship us both together as well."

"Are you serious right now Yeosang?!" He let out a chuckle at the way your mouth was hanging open in slight shock at his confession.

"I am. I do really like you y/n." You couldn't believe your ears, here was the guy you had liked for a really long time confessing he liked you as well and hoped that the others shipped you two together as well.

"I really like you as well!" you blurted out before he could say anything else and the smile that blossomed even wider on his face was to die for.

"So would I be able to take you out for a date after our first show then?" He held your hand gently as he asked the question, his own cheeks flushing.

"I'd love that Yeosang."

-First show day-

"Y/n! Yeosang! Can you two come here for a second?" Annelise asked causing the two of you to break away from your conversation about where your first date should be at.

"Sure, what's up?" You asked looking at her curiously.

"I would like to add an extra scene in the end after everything where Malvolio and Maria confesses to each other and shares a kiss if that is okay with the two of you? I have an idea of how it would look if you are up for it? I know it's very last minute so it is totally okay if you say no." Annelise looked at you both with hopeful eyes and when you turned to look at Yeosang he was already looking at you.

"I am fine with it if y/n is comfortable with it." He nodded confirming he was okay with an additional scene and a kiss between the two of you.

"So am I."

"Great! So, I was thinking the two of you..." As the two of you quickly rehearsed what Annelise had envisioned to get the blocking down it was soon time for the premier. You could all hear the audience bustling behind the curtains and the nerves were starting to kick in. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as the lights turned down and the audience went silent as the drapes opened up allowing the show to start.

The audience were amazing, they were laughing, making comments and going wild during certain scenes, you and Yeosang got quiet a few cheers and whoops and someone even calling for Yeosangs character to kiss yours when he caught you from tripping. It was nearing the end. Soon time for you and Yeosang to go up one last time.

"Are you nervous?" You glanced as Yeosang who was next to you waiting for his own cue.

"A little bit. Are you?" He took your hand in his and squeezed it. If it were to calm you or him down you didn't know.

"I've been calm since after our first scene but now the nerves are kicking in again." You admitted and he nodded at your words.

"Let's just go in there and pretend it's just you and me. No one else."

You were about to respond but the moment you heard your cue you walked in on stage, looking around almost worried you had missed him. As you sat down dejectedly on a chair Yeosang ran in breathing heavily looking like he had ran around the entire palace in search for something, or someone.

"Maria."

You looked up in shock and stood up in surprise.

"Malvolio!"

Yeosang ran up to you bringing you in for a hug, hands trembling slightly and you hugged him as if he were going to disappear. You swore you could hear someone in the audience saying quietly "they better kiss now." as Yeosang brought his trembling hands up to hold your face oh so gently, caressing your cheeks as his once stoic character looked at you with love and kindness.

"I am so sorry for the way I've treated you my love. I was afraid you did not feel the same way. My heart beats only for you. I feel weak in the knees when you are not near me, I feel jealousy beating in my heart and clouding my mind when you laugh around Sir Toby and Sir Andrew. I was foolish to hide what I felt for you. I love you Maria, more than anything in this whole wide world." Yeosang was looking at you so intently and so loving you had to break eye contact with him.

"Oh I am so glad you found me my dear. I love you Malvolio, there is no one else I'd want to spend the rest of my life with than you." you confessed with a sweet smile and that's when Yeosang dove in kissing you passionately as the crowd erupted in cheers with someone shouting "finally!!" as the curtains closed on the two of you.

"I love you y/n." He whispered quietly into the kiss.

"I love you too Yeosang." You replied before giving him one last kiss as the rest of the cast joined up with you to take your bows as the curtains opened once again to the cheering audience.

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06/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; RhysDarby/TheCryptidFactor; Taika Waititi; David Jenkins; Leslie Jones; Vico Ortiz; Erroll Shand; Samson Kayo; Ruibo Qian Samba Schutt; SOFMD Crew Fundraiser for Queer Elders; SOFMD Crew Guide to Call in to Menace Max; AdoptOurCrew - Articles On #DontStreamOnMax; SonnetforBonnet - Hope for OFMD; National Park Service; Fan Spotlight; Pride Month; MerMay2024; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is on The ParaNormal Life with Dan Schreiber today! When two paranormal podcasts collide!

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== Taika Waititi ==

Taika out with Rita and VasJMorgan :)

Source: BeachersMadhouse Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad reposted an OFMD ad from BINGE... apparently OFMD is streaming there now!

Source: David Jenkins' Twitter

== Samson Kayo ==

Some rare footage of our beloved Samson!

Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba sending out some love to his costars/writers/directors! "A beautiful shoot with the incredible @mintmilana, written and directed by the lovely @valerieandchaney, with a bunch of beautiful people, where I get to play a fantasy man (makes sense, makes sense….)😶‍🌫️💫✨ #film #indiefilm #bestlife"

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Erroll Shand ==

Are you ready to see Erroll Shand in #TheTwelve this July? You can watch it on Binge!

Source: Erroll Shand's Instagram

== Ruibo Qian ==

Some sketches of our Pirate Queen out on the town <3

Source: Ruibo Qian's Instagram Stories

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico's new movie SPARK starts screening on June 24 in LA! You can visit https://www.thefilmspark.com/ for tickets and information!

Source: Vico Ortiz Instagram Stories

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's out with the LA Sparks <3

Source: Leslie Jones Instagram Stories

== Save OFMD Crew: SAGE ==

The SAGE Fundraiser (for LGBTQ+ Elders) is now live! This fundraiser is tiered so as more goals are met, there will be more to come!

Source: Save OFMD Crew Instagram

= MORE BELOW THE CUT =

== Save OFMD Crew - Week 1 Call In Guide ==

Wanna help menace max on the phone?

Find out more here: SaveOFMDCrewMates Tumblr

== AdoptOurCrew - Articles ==

More #DontStreamOn Max Articles. Thanks @adoptourcrew for catching them!

Tech Radar Article

Hot New Hiphop Article

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Tumblr

== Hope for OFMD ==

Our awesome crewmate @sonnetforbonnet shared this article from Metro regarding Netflix picking up an axed show with a 100% Rotten Tomatoes Rating. There's hope for Our Flag Means Death yet!

Source: SonnetForBonnet's Instagram

== National Park Service ==

Our crewmates at the National Park Service are at it again! Check out their instagram post to learn more about Night Skies and Moonglow!

Source: National Park Service Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Cast Cards ==

Today's cast cards is one of our other directors-- Andrew DeYoung! Thank you @melvisik for highlighting him as well :)

== Pride Month ==

Another lovely piece by our friend SpencerDoesArtt for Pride month <3 Can't wait to see what they get up to this month!

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== MerMay 2024 Prompts ==

Seeing some more of the mermay submissions still coming in!

== GooGooGoJob ==

More MerMay from the talented @googoogojob. Wow, this is absolutely stunning!

Source: @googoogojob's Tumblr

== Eros The Artist ==

Day 27 was The Chain! The fantastic @erostheartist re-made the Fleetwood Mac album in Lucius and Pete's image! Love it!

Source: @ ErosTheArtist's Tumblr

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope everyone is having a good Thursday! It's almost the end of the week! Have you had enough water today? Have you had a snack lately? Please remember to hydrate especially as half the world is coming into summer months!

Today I wish I had more time to write something but I'm once again a bit behind. Gonna send a love reminder from someone else today. Rest well crew <3

Source: MyNames_Ellen's Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm sure I've done both of these before but they are happening again, so there. Gifs courtesy of my darling @ofmd-ann, may your pillows always be soft and cool.

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