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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years ago

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Thee Stallion

Word Count: 5,467

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Megan The Stallion, Hotch x Emily Prentiss

Summary: I’m trying something new, the writing style, the character type and fandom all a bit different than my usual stories so please lmk what you think ! So this first part is loosely based on Season 3 Episode 17. A Spencer Reaid sexual redemption story of sorts. Spencer’s high school crush grows up to be singer & sex icon Megan thee Stallion but, when a killer sadist and kidnapper enters her circles she turns to Spencer& The BAU for help. The Team ends up going undercover at a sex party and things ensue. I’m aware it the most random pairing on the planet and it didn’t need to happen.But, this is what I wanted to write so like……..suck it???🤷🏾‍♀️Also a Prentiss and Hotch hook up ??? whaaaaat? I know I know I’m unhinged. Enjoy sluts😜Again Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Please don’t copy or repost my fics without my permission!

"I don't know. Are you sure your parents aren't going to mind?" Spencer asked, nervously biting his bottom lip. He stepped into the doorway of the large home. It smelled clean, he noted that it didn't have the smells of a normal house, it's scents didn't remind him of family but more of a hotel.Scents of maids, glass cleaners and overly expensive clothing filled his nostrils. He wasn't judging her but, to say her parents were filthy rich would be an understatement. Freshman year she moved to Las Vegas, and a week ago Mrs. Baird had asked Spencer if he'd mind tutoring her after school. He played it cool in front of his favorite teacher but, inside his heart had skipped for joy. He never actually expected her to ask him to walk her home. Not that he could consider saying no. No one would be looking for him anyway. As the Vegas sun beat down on them his heart soared, even in the silence.This infact was his cloud nine.He just never expected for the hottest girl in school to admit to wanting to spend time with him,much less for an extended period. Obviously, it was a purely platonic mathematical meeting but, still this was more alone time with a girl he wasn't related to than he had had so far in his life. She headed up the stairs and he followed behind her like a lost puppy, trying with all his might not to look up her incredibly short school-uniform-issued skirt,as she ascended. It wasn't necessarily that she was the most popular girl in school, or the fact that she was the hottest that made him crazy about her, as much as it was the fact that she always smiled at him. She was just nice. The day he met her,Mom was having an episode, a bad one and she forgot to wake him up for school. Much to his surprise this day was also her first day of school, she smiled at Spencer in the office and he made sure to set an alarm knowing he couldn't rely on his mother and was never late to school again. He vowed to himself to never miss that smile if he could help it.

The intricate wooden door swung open into what Spencer could only imagine was the inside of a pepto-bismol bottle, or every girl's dream. The entire room was hot pink and bright, it wasn't what he had pictured for her but then again she was doing many things out of character today.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with me being in your room?" he asked again, just to be on the safe side. She broke into laughter shooting him a look of astonishment that also somehow managed to make him feel as though he had asked a stupid question.

"They never care that there are boys in my room. They're never home." she retorted quickly.

"O." Spencer was surprised by the popping sound his lips made as he said it.

"Why?" she followed up quickly "You've never had a girl in your room before?" she took off her sweater, embellished with the school's emblem and sat it on the back of her color coordinated office chair.

"Ummmmm no." He replied honestly .

"Then you should invite me over sometime." She said, crossing the room to sit on her impossibly large bed.

"O ummm- I don't think that'd be a good idea." he whispered to himself. The room fell silent for a moment and he realized that he had made the moment awkward, she had offered to come to his house, to be in his room and he had turned her down.

"Your uhhhh-Your room is VERY pink." he managed to get out in order to cover the silence. He scratched the back of his head, a visual declaration of his insecurities manifesting and she doubled over in laughter again, finding herself shockingly both amused and turned on by his honesty. Men weren't honest like that, and definitely not with her.

"Pretty observant. I guess that's why you're the smartest kid in the state." She winked. He ignored the wink, it probably wasn't intentional.

"Actually it's just the Tri-state area but......thanks" he trailed off again. This time she didn't try to come up with something to say to make him more comfortable. She allowed him to sit in the silence and shockingly he realized he was less bothered by it. She watched as he fiddled with his hands, the veins in his slender fingers raised to attention. Eventually, She pulled her textbook from her back pack and opened to a problem that she was having trouble with. Spencer watched over her shoulder as she worked through the math on her own. Truthfully, she got farther than he had expected her to. He could tell though that at this part she was stuck, he gave her a second to see if she would catch her mistake.But, he couldn't bare to watch it anymore , reaching down his hand to cover hers, guiding it to write the right numbers. When he leaned in she could smell his cologne, a scent much more mature than that of anyone else their age. She wanted Spencer bad. He had to be avoiding it not to notice.He was actually the first boy she had had in her room that didn't attempt to get her naked the second the door closed behind them. His adams apple bobbed as he finished the last number and she decided to go for it. There was something about the curve in his lip as he smiled down at his math that made her want to jump his bones. She could tell he wasn't the kind of guy you fake an orgasm for. He was someone who wasn't afraid to work at something until they got it right.

"Can you sit in this chair for me?" she asked, slowly running her hand over the seat's back.

"sure." he shrugged, taking the book with him, completely unaware of your intentions. You move to the door and lock it, he was probably a virgin,probably wanted a less risky experience.You straddle his right thigh and his eyes immediately snap up to meet you,when you finally lower yourself onto his leg, he can't ignore it anymore. You feel his body tensing up under you,

"Do you want me to stop?" you say looking directly in his eyes. He had never made uninterrupted eye contact with you for this long but you could see the wheels in his head turning.

"NO!" he says, louder than he had expected to, afterall he was the smartest kid in the entire tri-state area. He knew what you were offering him now. You lean down to kiss him, at first his lips don't move and you wonder if you had completely misjudged him.Then, you feel a hand move to the back of your head as he cradles you to his mouth,pushing back, his tongue fighting for dominance. You slowly began rolling your hips on his leg, leaning in at the top, putting the most pressure on your clit. You could feel him growing hard, and soon enough you were rubbing him through his pants as he exhaled the tiniest moans. You were in love with that sound, and you knew you would do anything he asked you to, as long as he never stopped making it. He was able to lift himself up and move his pants down enough to spring his cock free from his underwear, it was so shockingly confident and unlike him a few minutes prior and you cherished it. You lifted your skirt for him so he could move your underwear to the side and enter you.The entire walk home had felt like foreplay to you anyway, the underwear you were wearing had been soaked through. He looked up at you, eyes heavily lidded and filled with lust. He didn't seem as innocent as he had before entering your room. Swinging your leg to his side so you were fully straddling him, you lowered yourself to him and relished in the intake of breath he had as his tip began exploring your walls.He looked up at you so innocently you couldn't help but moan out his name.

"Shhh. Shh.We don't want anyone to hear you." He whispered before pulling you in for another kiss. You whine into his mouth as he ruts his hips up into you. His hips move with force but, control he's savoring it, not wanting to cum too soon. It was his first time, you wouldn't have held it against him but, god were you glad he was lasting. You were beginning to unravel ontop of him. His nimble fingers worked open the buttons of your shirt as you bounced on him. He reached a hand inside and you were surprised by the warmth of his long hand as he plamed your breast,working your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh. my god." you breathed over and over again, as he continued pushing into you. The sensation was much more than you were used to,and you grappled with your emotions as he pushed you over the edge. You were loud, there wasn't even an attempt to hold it in. He pulled back from your mouth, a large smile breaking across his face. He was beaming with pride and while you loved to see how happy your orgasm had made him, you were slightly annoyed to learn that even Spencer was not entirely exempt from succumbing to unnecessary male bravado. You could feel him moving inside you, pulsing his dick against your walls as he watched you come down from your high. He brought your face to his, kissing you deeply as you began to roll your hips onto him again. His gaze is dark and you press your hands down on his chest to adjust yourself as you ride him. He loves watching you,everything from the way you flip your hair, to the noises that escape your throat with each thrust. You kiss his neck, working your lips on the space behind his ear, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he whispers a light "Fuck." in response to your action. He began pushing into you fast and quick , he held you up by your hips allowing himself to slide completely in and out of you. When he controlled your hips it allowed him to push up and bottom out, hitting your deepest point. He moans again, his voice hitting a higher pitch than you had expected and you knew what you were doing to him. He pushed into you for the last time letting out an embarrassingly loud noise as you bounced a bit more, releasing your orgasm all over him. He practically beams up at you , filled with pride. You make out with him again as he slowly softens inside you.

"Do you ummm-want to finish studying or- I can leave if you...." The confidence of the moments before had evaporated and in its wake was the same timid genius as before.

"I'd like it if you stayed." you said, peeling your skin from his and removing the rest of your school uniform while changing into your robe.You walked to your bathroom, splashing water on your face and looking at your reflection. You came back from the bathroom to find Spencer dressed, the chair was placed back near the table and the room looked as though nothing had ever happened. He had the book back in his lap and was reading it intently, or maybe he was just staring down at it to avoid making eye contact with you.

"You can use the bathroom if you want." you smiled at him as you pulled the ties on your robe tighter.

"I'm okay." he said, barely looking up from the text. There was a bang on the door, that got his attention. He looked at you now, his pupils jumping with fear. The knock hit the door again, stronger this time.

"I'm coming." she called shakily. She quickly crossed the room and unlocked the door.

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"So that's why they did it?"Derrick said, spinning in his chair again. The bull pen was practically empty but the heat that dripped off of Spencer's lips as he spoke was palpable.

"He really had no choice." Spencer said furrowing his brow. "American society heralds the high school quarterback as the traditional teen alpha male .What was he supposed to do?" he shrugged, clearing his throat.

" He wasn't supposed to bully you, to embarrass you in front of the whole school. He shouldn't have chosen that.It's not your fault his girlfriend chose you." Derek leaned in, he was good at that, the supportive older brother role. It made him feel safer, it made him feel understood and it gave Derek a window into a part of Spencer's life that he was rarely allowed to see.

"And that's why you don't want to help her?" Derek asked but it came out as more of a statement. Spencer returned his gaze to his desk while Derek ogled the woman in Hotch's office.

"Sure had to be good for your ego though."Morgan remarks pleasantly, swinging his chair around again

"Pain and happiness are simply conditions of the ego.Forget the ego. A quote from Laozi."Spencer shrugs, pushing up from his desk.

"Okay but have you seen her music videos?She twerks Spencer."

"I've seen all of them, the same as she's aware of every achievement and degree I've been honored with. We're friends just......from afar." the corner of Spencer's mouth twitched as he finished and Derek couldn't help but pry more, following him to the coffee stand.

"Why?" he pushed " Do you think if you get close to her again something else bad will happen?"

"I don't know." his mouth quirked up again while he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Derek was chuckling to himself while stirring his coffee and Spencer knew he could not wait to tell Garcia.

“What ?” he finally asked unable to ignore Morgan’s chuckles any longer.

“Just never thought you could handle a sister… much less….” he trailed off.

“Shut up Morgan.” he countered quickly , refusing to make eye contact.

Emily crosses the room towards them, perching atop Morgan’s desk. “You guys got any idea what that’s about ?” She asks motioning towards Hotch’s office.

“Spencer’s friend had some coworkers go missing.” Morgan offers, folding his arms in a fake gesture of jealousy towards Spencer, who rolls his eyes.

“Ah. What does she do?”Prentiss asks, always the curious one.

“Real-estate.” Spencer quips quickly before shoving his hands into his pockets and moving past them to leave. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by her, he truly wasn’t. It was more the time in his life that she reminded him of that he wished to escape.His thoughts were silenced when Hotch announced to the bull pen that they were to meet immediately.

Hotch walked up swiftly behind Prentiss, "Pack and meet back here in 30." Hotch said, throwing the file under his arm. Prentiss looks from Spencer to Derek, and the room becomes silent as they watch Hotch walk away with Megan.

"O We're definitely taking this case." Derek raised his eyebrows and Spencer felt his heartbeat quicken. Okay so he had to be around her again, he could do that. It wasn't as if she was a bad memory. Infact, he associated her with a lot of the positive parts of his teenage years, nothing had really topped losing his virginity.

"Hey guys-" Prentiss said looking up from the file,"you have no idea how fun this case is gonna be." she said, laughing to herself.

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Spencer rapped his pen quickly against the notepad before him. The case actually seemed simple to him, she brought good intel, she practically handed them the unsub their only job was to make a clear, fool proof arrest.Dalton Hughes was wanted for kidnapping and forcing women into sexual slavery. Definitely not their usual work but, she had used Spencer’s name to get FBI attention.And while he attempted to hide it well, Spencer could tell Hotch was more than attracted to her.

“Reid and Prentiss you’ll be undercover.” Hotch finished

“ Woahhhh.Wait what?!?!” Spencer exclaimed

“You brought us this case I assume you wanted to be hands on.” Hotch responds directly.

“ I do- I-I just think Morgan would be less obvious.” he pleaded to deaf ears.

“ Gee thanks.” Derek’s dry humor broke the rest of the room into an uproarious laughter.

“Actually, Tall fit black guy in those circles is either a performer or an athlete-regardless he’s got to much charm. He's the kind of guy who walks into a room and everyone knows who he is. You guys need someone who can fly under the radar for this.” she says leaning in on the doorframe. Overhearing their meeting wasn’t intentional, she just wanted to make sure he had relayed the case clearly, plus there was only so much space inside the plane.

“ Great. I’m just the right amount of invisible I guess.” Reid says, faking a smile as he gets up from his seat to pace the aircraft.JJ pats him on the back and you can tell she’s trying to console him but, you know there isn’t much left to console. The rest of the team filed out as you scurried to catch up with Spencer.

“ Did she just profile me?” Morgan asks aloud, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“ Look you know I respect our unspoken bond, and I swear I wouldn’t have come if I had another option.” you say grabbing his arm, pleading for him to look at you. He’d grown a lot since you had last seen him.His muscle tone was becoming as prevalent as his wit.

“ I know.” He admits sternly, his voice is low but sure.

“ I know-I just.I ummmm….” his voice trailed off and you watch as his eyes jumped around, looking everywhere except directly at you. It was impossible for him to be at a loss for words, this silence just meant he wasn’t sure of what he knew he wanted to say. “Can we uhhh-“ he still can’t find the agreeable language before Hotch cuts in.

“We’re all okay with these assignments then?”he asks. He seemed to accept the assorted responses from the room and returned to his reading of the file. Megan quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

"Prentiss was right." Rossi smiles to himself, " I do love this case."

"I just don't see why I'm going undercover in a sex ring instead of Derek." Spencer whispers.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek shoots back in mock surprise.Both Prentiss and Spencer burst out in laughter, and even Hotch can't help but smile.

"For what it's worth I'd trade spots with you anyday, pretty boy." Morgan says winking at Spencer.

"We need it to be Reid, he and Megan have a good rapport and I want to build on that.The more natural the relationship looks the better."

"Wait what do you mean relationship?"Prentiss shoots. No one responds, so Prentiss breaks the silence of the jet with an "O.I see......No way.....Well, good for you Reid."

"O my god." Spencer rolls his eyes"can we please just get to L.A. without going through my entire sexual history?"

"Oooooo.So there is a sexual history?" Now, Morgan turns to fully face Reid, clapping him on the back. Prentiss makes a sexual gesture with her hands, and the entire room erupts in laughter again.

"Stop." Prentiss immediately let's up on the joke at Hotch's command.Everyone attempts to hold it in but, after a second of silence Rossi breaks, and the rest of the group can’t help but follow.

“You know, I stripped undercover before.” Prentiss cuts in.

“Oh god. How did I know we were going to go back to that.” Morgan feigns annoyance.

“Good point Emily, you should be paired with Hotch.” Rossi says flippantly.

“That’s fine. We could use Emily’s expertise.” Hotch says, his eyes flaring as he looks down at the file, definitely pretending to read. Clearly it was not fine but, it was more important for him to pretend it was for the sake of the room than not to. Plus, having more agents on the ground was always reassuring.

The plane begins its landing process and Spencer is lost in thought.

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He was calm and collected since the second he stepped off the plane to be honest. It wasn't until she slid her her leg on top of his, showing herself off to the dance floor,as he calmly rested his hand on her knee as if nothing out of the ordinary that he had the time to process what was happening."Okay can you see him?" she whispers into his ear. Ofcourse he can see him, ofcourse he was looking at her. Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at her, she was easily the most beautiful woman in any room she walked into. And while she was not the most famous guest at the party, not by a long shot she was, sure to grab attention that way as well. Spencer knew that but,he also knew that this was acting, and while he was good at reading other people's behavior he hoped she wouldn’t judge his behavior by the feeling of him growing under her leg. "Are we going to talk to him now?"

“No ...ummm our job is more to survey. You know keep an eye on everything.” He choked out.

“It’s easier if I have some help.” she smiled. He lightly brushed a finger over the tops of her knees, slowly moving his way up her thigh. It was gentle but, it was teasing enough for her to notice.

“ I’m not against helping, I just didn’t think you’d need it.” he smiled smugly next to you.

“What are you smiling about ?” she asked .

“You know you having an orgasm is not part of the assignment right ?”he avoided looking at her as his hand toyed further up the hem of her dress.

“The assignment was to be realistic. God I thought you were good at school.” she snuck in a kiss on his neck below his ear, like she used to. His breath caught in his throat which he decided to turn into a light cough , thinking that would avoid her detection.

“This collar means I’m a sub.” she said, grinding her butt onto his lap again. He clears his throat. “Implying that you’re my dominant. If this is going to work you have to seem in control.” she whispered the last part in his ear, sending a chill down his spine. His hand flew to her throat, thumb just lightly pressing its way into her air intake , as he pulled her head towards his.

“I know what it means.”his voice was low and stern. Infact, the hardest part in prepping for this case was not telling the rest of the group just how much he actually understood the mission. It’s not uncommon for sadists to take interest in the bdsm and kink community but, he wasn’t going to allow himself to fill his coworkers in on his sexual preferences. She looked fragile like this, his hand around her neck, her legs wide for the whole room, as sexual and commanding as she was she had no issue letting him top her, and he thrived on that power. His first industry sex party was going well as far as he was concerned. She leaned in to kiss him and he let out a disinterested “No.” , looking past her. She didn’t have the time to recover her feelings before he asked “Is there a private room?”

Sure she had been forward with him, but she was shocked by this admission. Maybe he really had let that young, timid version of himself entirely float away.

“Yes. down that hall. Any door on the left.” she steadied her voice, trying not to let her excitement be too obvious. Calmly, he pulled his cuff to his mouth “Our suspect is headed to a back room with a woman in an orange dress.” Her eyes shoot to Hotch and Prentiss, who are in their very own form of a compromising position.It was understated and tasteful but, there was no denying that his hand was in her mouth,as she sucked on his fingers.JJ was right by the door immediately headed towards the room, Spencer slowly got up, and fell in line behind Hotch and Emily kept an eye on the room. In the end, it was JJ’s arrest and Derek and Rossi were outside waiting for her to hand over the perp.

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“ So what’s your kink?” She asked breaking into a broad smile as a direct result of his uncomfortability. They were supposed to be undercover as strangers,two consenting adults meeting at the party. It’d be naive to pretend as though she never had a crush on Hotch. And even worse for him to deny the attraction as well. For as much time as she had spent with him, it always manages to shock her how he never gave any information unasked. Even as she had spent so much time undercover, she never met anyone in the FBI who would do better with international intelligence than Hotch.

“I don’t have any.”he shrugs crossing his arms across his chest. He hadn’t even taken his jacket off. She snakes her hand inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a buisness card.

“ Okayyyyy Detective Hotcher” she say, turning the card in her hand as she palms her drink. It was whiskey,he had ordered it for the table , he poured it with such care that a part of you envied the whiskey. To be cared for, to have hands like that pour into you.

“Not so thorough for undercover.” you joke with him

“I’ve been very busy.” he replies with, and you can read into it that he is disappointed in himself. Such a master of perfection but, he couldn’t manage to look comfortable on the obviously expensive couch. You stood infront of him , cocking your head to the side as you undid the belt of your wrap dress. It’s silky material rolled off of your body without hesitation and landed safely on the carpet, revealing the lingerie you had so carefully picked out for this mission. You watch as his eyes move from the dress on the floor to your heels and then trace over your body. He seems incredibly still except for the ticking of his watch. You can tell it was expensive but tasteful, not too large or flashy.He allowed you to walk toward him. You straddled him lightly, lowering yourself down onto him. You felt him exhale as his hands came to your lower back, a warmth spread throughout your body as his hands lightly rubbed your back . You rocked your hips forward and his eyes flashed up to yours. He fit his hands in the crease of your hips as you roll back and forth on his lap. His breath hitches, just enough for you to hear and you smirk knowingly at him.

“ Everyone has a kink agent Hotchner.” His eyes sparkle up at you. You can feel the twinge of interest, skirting his thought.

“Stop using my real name.” he corrects her sternly, her eyes challenging him

“So what’s yours ?” He turns his chin up to you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Your fingers begin working at his tie, and as you roll your hips forward again you can feel his member growing under you.

“ I think that’s convincing enough.” He grunts, trying to remove himself from under you but, you cradle his hand and look into his eyes as you redirect it to your core.His hands immediately go to work as if he held no validity to his previous statement. You grind down on his fingers a little more.

“ You’re attracting a lot of attention now, I think-“ his whispered pleas were cut off as you bent close to his ear “ I thought I was the on-the-ground-professional in this case? I thought you needed my what was it ‘extensive experience’?” Hotch allowed himself to laugh at the use of a direct quote.

“So getting me hard in a room full of people proves that?”he retorts quickly.

“No”, she replies calmly continuing to ride his fingers while nonchalantly drawing circles on his chest.

“ But it does ensure that you’ll think of me the next few times when you’re alone. You will have wished you fucked me.And that’s even better.” She smiled, removing Hotch’s fingers and slowly seating herself next to him. He swung his arm over her shoulder and she brought his fingers to her mouth,placing them on her tongue.He shivered but, watched intently as she sucked on his fingers until he heard Spencer over his ear feed. The subject had headed for a private room, she was aware of the energy change and as Hotch moved towards the perp she, expertly blended into the crowd of other confused onlookers.

Within an hour of interrogation Rossi got him to reveal the location of the girls he was keeping captive. Soon after, Derek led a unit to retrieve them. It wasn’t their flashiest case but, it definitely gave everyone a warm feeling to go home with. Something the team hadn’t had in a long while. They stood in the lobby of the hotel, everyone with their own secrets,everyone trying to pretend that that wasn’t one of their more challenging missions. Everyone seemed different, quieter somehow; how’s that for a team building exercise Spencer found himself thinking.

“I’m uhhh-” he attempted to break the silence.

“Just go Spence!” the group responded in unison, almost comically.

“Wait. wait.” he stopped at Rossi's command and turned back accepting his handshake, the older agent clapped him on the back and smoothly slid a small stack of condoms into his hand.

“Go get em’ tiger.” he huffed under his breath, and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh to himself, as he turned on his heels to leave.

His heart raced as he entered the elevator, he wanted to shower, plan his outfit, his words; he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he had held back for years. His keycard slid into the door, he pushed it open and could barely make out the figure in the dark. Instinctively reaching for his gun,it wasn’t until he heard Megan call out his name that he was brought back to safety.

“Jesus, don’t kill me Spencer.”she laughed

“You could have been an intruder.”he laughed in agreement of how ridiculous it all was.

“Do most of your intruders dress like this?”She stood up so he could see, she wore a garter clearly visible below her much outgrown private school issued uniform skirt. The heels and his own opened buttoned down shirt completed the look that he was sure would drive him to his grave.

“Shit.” he exhaled, covering his face with his hand as she closed the door as well as the space between them; extending her hands to his pants. She could feel he was hard through his khakis, god only Spencer could get away with wearing khakis at an industry event.He quickly swatted her hand away, pulling her face to his. He pushes her against the wall, feeling her curves, feeling her warmth , feeling for the first time untouchable since that day in highschool.

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staliasjeronica · 3 years ago

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Riverdale S5 Ep16 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts under cut to keep tag clean!

- Archie feeling guilty about his platoon :(

- “Considering you always screw things up…” GO OFF QUEEN!

- Oh thank you for stopping the random musical number but still fuck you Penelope. ‘A young man of few words’ the writers coming after themselves wow

- Jughead 🥺🥺 but what was the point of that scene with Alice (though I’m glad to see her) like—they could’ve just waited for Betty to be available…

- Jughead apologizing to Principal Weatherbee for his apology tour

- Hermosa and Reggie ew but also Veronica’s reaction is priceless. "What KIND of thing?"But it’s sad yet telling that she had more reaction to Reggie x Hermosa than Barcheating. Fuck these writers smh

- I mean Penelope should be in jail but we’re gonna skirt over that huh… but anyways lets upstage her for the millionth time

- THE ANIMOSITY IN VERONICA’S VOICE ASDFGHJKL;

- God poor Archie…

- “I don’t think it’s a war you can win.” “Maybe not, but it’s a war worth fighting.” YES ARCHIE GO TAKE DOWN GENERAL TAYLOR!

- Hiram being dumb enough to not change his locks after his previous co-worker (?) goes to work with his daughter/rival

- OMG CHERONICA?! FUCK. bugdead really helping everyone actually get screen time together we love to see it! fuck bhva <3

- Jughead wearing purple, Jeronica’s color muah

- Jabitha in Pop’s <3

- Betty sabotaging Jughead in whatever way possible without even truly meaning to r.i.p.

- I hate this ministry cult church bs plot but Cheryl’s outfit is *chef’s kiss*

- Archie being Archie and doing the good thing by asking him to step down, hoping/believing that he would be as good as him and step down :(

- … He’s still a solider who WENT TO WAR? Saw awful shit? The army is not some elite group you freak

- Better opening wounds than to let some asshole gets away with murdering many men and therefore CREATING those open wounds...

- Jughead don’t use her novels… don’t do it… I know you will and that you’ll end up not going through with it but PLEASE

- God seeing the boy in the hallway all messed up is amazing cinematography, but feels kind of out of place for Riverdale. They can only write and shoot well when it’s a character and plot focused episode instead of an insane all over the place episode

- LMAO VERONICA SAID FUCK YOU HIRAM AS SHE SHOULD HAVE! Not Hiram calling Veronica petty…??? He’s the petty child, aka a little bitch as Josie puts it.

- Of COURSE Nana Rose was a beekeeper…

- That coptercab thing sounds like an awful idea asdfghjkl;

- Veronica finally getting rid of Chad from her life as she should!

- Jughead drinking alcohol :( He was clean for a week my poor baby, but it’s so hard to kick… hopefully the writers actually allow him to grow and get better

- I know bh don’t have sex or anythning but this music is so… suggestive?? Why make it sound like they’re gonna get together again stop babying the Bughead’s after all they’ve done to everyone and this show??? Let them whine and cry

- The guilt Eric must feel for doing that FUCK “let me bring this home for you, it would be my honor” stop this is so 🥺😭

- Penelope decides to stop them after they’ve done two “miracles”??? okay… lol

- WHOREMONGER AND ESCAPED CONVICT if you want her gone just send her back?? QUEEN OF TTHE BEES BROOOO her making her mother flinch damnnnn

- ERIC GOING WITH ARCHIE AWW what a G though

- VERONICA IN PINK MUAH! “If you’re gonna bee a big boy, you gotta party like a big boy.”

- “You’ve impressed me, Chad.” ew over an awful idea fajsdlfahsf okay

- “probably not, Jughead, but-“ the way they’re speaking is so awkward

- Why does Jughead have to apologize for the voicemail when he said nothing wrong?? Sure it was a bit much and toxic but he was RIGHT why can’t people call out Betty?

- “I’m in recovery”Jughead says, drinking alcohol...

- Betty’s not gonna apologize for cheating huh… oh yeah lets also bring up the fact that you stole Yale from Jughead.

- Betty’s more comfortable with serial killers than being a normal person… yeah we know Betty

- Betty choosing a serial killer over Jughead BUGDEAD!

- Jughead she’s never taken accountability, she’s not going to stop

- Jughead admitting it wasn’t his novel. Good for him, even though he’s gonna lose his career :(

- BETTY JUST LEAVING LMAO OKAY—

- “my boysenberry is blowing up!” asdfghjkl; Veronica sabotaging Chad MUAH WE STAN! YOU’LL NEVER BE AN ALPHA, CHAD, YOU’RE A BORN BETA.

- So now everyone knows that Chad crashed the helicopter and nothing’s gonna happen bc of it huh

- JABITHA GOT A POP’S HANDHOLD OH MY GODDDD

- “Why are you so nice to me?” Jughead never being able to tell when anyone (aka Tabitha and Veronica) is into him what a babie

- It’s so telling that Betty sees Jughead drinking and says absolutely nothing and only talks about what’s going on with her, but Tabitha immediately makes sure that he’s going to continue going to AA and get better. Jabitha eating Bughead up (which isn’t hard to do considering Bughead was never anything good)

- THEY TOOK GENERAL TAYLOR DOWN!! And Eric isn’t in trouble 🥺🥺

- Tabitha going to help Betty muah we love one of the best girls in Riverdale!

- Not Cheryl thinking she’s a witch… like sure I’ve thought of this for a CAOS/Riverdale crossover but—

- “I’ve got this bad feeling about what happens next.” me after every episode of Riverdale bc of thee dumb ass plots

- When the two miners are Archie and Eric and we get Betty digging him out despite how dangerous it is!

- “If Archie dies, you die.” We stan Veronica Lodge <3

#Riverdale #Thoughts #Spoilers

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borom1r · 3 years ago

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Okay hello I have!! A thought n wanted to see if you have any ideas too, since I've been thinking abt it lately & it's making me so happy: what do you think Adam/Lawrence/Strahm's first Christmas (or whatever holiday you want!!) is like? I just like to imagine them having a lot of fun decorating + baking + maybe dancing to music in the kitchen w some wine... just them finally feeling Safe and comfortable now that they don't have to worry about Jigsaw. it's been such a nice thing 2 imagine <3

aaaaa dude.. i love christmas.. i think. like ok i think their technical first christmas is while Adam + Strahm are still on their crusade, so they don't actually spend it celebrating? + they kind of clear out bc Lawrence gets Diana for Christmas Day. but after Lawrence drops Diana back off with Alison, he swings by Strahm's apartment with leftovers and some of the cookies he and Diana had baked together and gifts for them both. bc this holiday is important to him, and so are they. which is.. honestly smthn neither Strahm nor Adam expected? but they wind up all crammed on Strahm's couch watching a beat to shit copy of rudolph Adam dug out of a box marked "holiday" that Strahm didn't even know he had, eating reheated leftovers and messily decorated sugar cookies. and it's not like.. huge or even technically christmas anymore, but its special. its meaningful.

their first christmas post-jigsaw, tho?? oh that's a THING. bc Adam has made good strides in his recovery, Lawrence has too, and Strahm is starting to process things but in general he's in a better place. they've settled into their life together and Strahm's not... festive but you BET Adam and Lawrence both are. Adam moreso in the tacky, i've-pinned-up-mistletoe-and-i'm-gonna-kiss-you-both-every-time, i-bought-you-dollar-store-reindeer-horns way VS Lawrence's more traditional sense, but still. Adam never had people to celebrate with or the means to, but now he does, and he's going to, goddamn it.

I think a huge deal for Lawrence is decorating the tree, it's something he and Diana and Alison always did together, but now it's he and Diana and Adam and Strahm. I think, much to Strahm's chagrin, he is excellent with Diana. not with kids as a whole mind you, but Diana took to him instantly and begrudgingly, he took to her. Adam definitely snaps a picture of Strahm lifting Diana up so she can put the star on top of the tree. Lawrence's favorite moment was definitely when they were sorting out the ornaments and every time Strahm asked her what a specific ornament was Diana would excitedly tell him where/who it was from, what it meant, if it was a character or just a random thing, etc

on Christmas Eve, when Alison has Diana, i really do love th image of them putting on one of Lawrence's christmas music CDs, all relaxing in the kitchen while Lawrence cooks— Strahm and Lawrence have wine, Adam has a hard cider. they eat at the table, and then pile onto the couch once the dishes are cleared up for dessert (usually hot cocoa and a pie of some sort) and a holiday move. It's A Wonderful Life is a regular choice. they'll also usually exchange some gifts, stuff that's more meaningful (they still save some gifts to open with Diana, but that morning is mostly about her! so its usually smaller stuff like clothes, things they've been wanting for around the house, etc) before crawling into bed with an alarm set so they can be up and ready by the time Alison drops Diana off w/ them

also because i can't NOT mention halloween, it is THEE holiday of all time, Adam definitely gets Strahm to dress up with him. it's about a 50/50 shot with Lawrence (Lar will at least let Adam do makeup for him but usually won't dress up) but Strahm can reliably be roped into some sort of costume. Adam's personal favorites have been: Frankenstein's Monster + The Bride (a classic), The Lost Boys sans Dwayne (Lawrence saw David and went "Fine, I will wear a black coat, black t-shirt, and jeans for you but I am NOT doing a mullet" — Strahm was Paul bc he did not feel like being Entirely shirtless in october, thank u Adam + Adam was Marko. freaky little rat twinks unite), Leatherface + Chop Top, and Roy Batty + Rick Deckard (Strahm's suggestion, actually! I think he'd like Blade Runner)

they hand out candy to trick or treaters for a while (or Lawrence does, mostly lol) + then have a late dinner and watch scary movies together. Adam's the biggest Halloween decorator out of the three of them so you can bet their yard is NUTS. inside is too tbh— sparkly halloween garlands, little ghost + pumpkin lights, skeletons hanging on a couple of the doors, etc etc etc; he loves it + Strahm and Lawrence are happy to indulge him

#ask #sdfhksjhf!!!!

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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Have you ever watched a movie in class/school that made you cry? Oh for sure. We had to watch It’s A Beautiful Life and I know I cried every single time I watched that movie, whether for school or on my own time.

What’s the earliest you could go to bed at night and feel okay about? I don’t really get this question. I feel like it would make more sense if it asked how early I’m willing to wake up in the morning...? Anyway, I don’t pay attention to the time I sleep at night. Sometimes I’ll pass out as early as midnight, and sometimes I’ll be up until 3; it doesn’t matter to me.

What is you favorite type of lunch meat? I’m not into those in general.

What time of the year do you dislike the most? The heat in April and May is just brutal and uncalled for. It gets so hot and disgustingly humid and most times the aircon can’t even do much to quell it.

Do you put ketchup on your scrambled eggs? Yeah, banana ketchup since that’s what we usually have a bottle of. Generally, I have banana ketchup with most of my breakfast dishes too.

What is your favorite color to wear? I don’t really have a favorite to wear those days mostly because I barely go out anyway and there’s been little need to update my closet.

Are you an overachiever? Seems like the type of question you should be asking my parents, not me haha. Personally, though, I’m fairly proud of what I’ve accomplished.

What physical feature do you wish you had (i.e. freckles, curly hair)? Maybe longer legs and smaller teeth, but I’m not exactly insecure about mine.

What fictional character (i.e. Bambi, Scarlette O'Hara) would you marry? Did you just raise the possibility of marrying a deer? Anyway...since I mentioned Two for the Road in the last survey, I’ll go with Mark from that movie. Seems like my type of partner.

How long have you gone without shaving (girls- legs, armpits; boys- faces)? With legs...around 2-3 weeks. Armpits, maybe about a week or so. Never more than a month for either.

What is the meanest thing you have ever said to someone else? For the most part I’ve always been cautious of what I say; writing, on the other hand...I’ve written stuff on my diary wherein I let out all my frustrations against my mom. I know they were mean because she cried over them – but that also entailed snooping through my stuff, so I’ve never felt bad about it. I meant those things as I wrote them because it was my safe space, and she violated that. That’s on her.

Did you ever go through a phase where you wrote bad poetry? I did, but I instantly realized it was bad so I stopped as soon as I began.

What is your favorite thing about your life? How everything seems to have fallen in its place these days. There’s really little to complain about and I’m grateful for that.

Save all the animals that die during road kill or save 1 human from a fire? Animals.

Have you ever painted a picture of somebody? No.

How many real bfs/gfs have you had? One.

Did you enjoy your past relationships? I did.

Name a comedy that you like. White Chicks. << I love this choice, let’s just go with this one lol.

Could you wait until marriage for sex? Sure.

What’s the best Nirvana song? I don’t listen to them. I know a couple of songs but I don’t like them enough to be my favorites.

What was the last thing that impressed you? The new Butter remix with Megan Thee Stallion.

When was the last time you were in a pet store? Years, years ago.

What nationality is your last name? Spanish or Portuguese, I’m not super sure.

What’s your favorite kind of chips and dip? I never dip my chips; I just have them as is.

Who was the last boy that you saw cry? Idk...maybe one of my cousins from one of our family reunions last year. I don’t get to be around a lot of boys or guys.

Does your mom know you do surveys? No. I’ve never had to raise it and I can’t see a situation where I would have to.

Have you ever had a serious injury? Yeah, I got a big wound from when I went snorkeling around a decade ago. I wasn’t provided flippers so when I was kicking to stay afloat I managed to hit the coral reefs underneath repeatedly, which majorly scraped and gashed my left foot until it was an open, bleeding mess. It was infected for weeks and I’m surprised it didn’t leave any kind of mark or scar.

What was the last thing you achieved? Handling a campaign for a major client successfully and getting good coverage and results for it.

Would you enjoy being famous? Probably, but I wish I had some sort of talent or skill that would propel me to popularity in the first place hahaha.

What’s under your bed? Some things I collected from past hobbies and interests, like all my old wrestling magazines.

Do you enjoy travelling? Love it.

Have you ever belonged to a club? If so, what was it? I mean I joined an org in college, which technically makes me a member for life. I’m not name-dropping but it’s one of the two journalism organizations in my alma mater.

When was the last time you drank strawberry milk? I can’t recall. I don’t drink strawberry milk.

Have you ever managed to collect all the fast food toys in a set? I never collected those.

Do you have a clock in your room? Nope.

Did you have a good driver’s ED teacher? I honestly can’t remember. I only had like three sessions with different instructors for each, and the one instructor I remember having was extremely cranky and impatient.

Which of Britney Spears’ songs is your favorite? Hold It Against Me is pretty fun.

Does mind over matter work for you? Sure.

Are you paranoid? Oh yeah. Overthinker is pretty much my middle name.

What is the best thing about winter? I wouldn’t know but considering the things associated with it, I’ve always believed it would be my favorite season.

Have you ever been truly in love? Hmm. I think so, yeah. I’d give myself that.

Are you currently planning a trip? Nah. Nothing set in stone, but Angela, Reena, and I have been talking about flying to South Korea next year. We’ll see.

How many plants are in your home? Several. My mom is a bit of a fan, but it’s nothing obsessive.

What is your favorite possession? I treasure my BTS merch, I guess haha. Nobody is allowed to touch them or move them around without my permission. As often as my mom likes to barge in my room and touch my stuff, she seems to understand and doesn’t lay a finger on any of the merch either.

Have you ever felt like you were too nice and way too often overlooked? Sure. But it's never really mattered to me; it just feels nice to be nice and do nice things for people. It does feel nice to be thanked, but I don’t necessarily do it for the recognition.

What movies have tripped you out? I’m Thinking of Ending Things, Midsommar, Anomalisa, Under the Skin, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and The Killing of A Sacred Deer are a few of them.

Did you rollerblade as a kid? Do you still rollerblade? Yesssss, I even had a pair as a kid. I got into it because I loved to ice skate, but it turned out I wasn’t as good as gliding on the ground so I ultimately preferred ice skating. Anyway, no, I haven’t done rollerblading in years.

Would you ever settle into a relationship that wasn’t right for you? Do you know friends who are in relationships just so they have someone to sleep with at night? I did. I stayed because it’s where I felt safe and I didn’t know where else to go or what else to do outside of it.

Would you take a dirty picture of yourself for someone you are dating? Sure.

Do you use earplugs or a sleeping mask when you sleep? Nope. I find them more distracting than anything else, and they actually keep me from sleeping.

What summertime treats do you love? I don’t have any.

How picky are you when it comes to choosing who to kiss or not kiss? I am VERY picky. I have to be really interested in you. < Yeah, this sounds about right.

What do you hate most about moving? The last time we moved was in 2008...and I don’t really remember disliking any part of it. I was actually excited for us to have a home all to ourselves after living with extended family in a cramped house all my life.

Do you feel that having sex anywhere but a bed is more exciting? Depends where. Sometimes it can be exciting, sometimes it can be inconvenient but you kinda do it out of desperation lol.

Do you drink 5 hour energy drinks or any other kinds of energy drinks? No, I’m scared of how it would affect my body so I’ve never tried.

Has anyone ever whistled at you? Countless random men.

Do you like scarves? They can be comfy if I’m traveling somewhere cold...but I don’t really get to do that often, so.

Is your father homophobic? I haven’t seen any signs from him. My mom is much more likely to exhibit internalized homophobia – she just did the other night.

Do you take gummy vitamins? No, only when I was a teenager.

Have you ever applied make-up on a guy, for any reason at all? I don’t think so, nothing I can recall.

Who would you like to meet before you die? I don’t have any goal person in mind.

If your dream was to be a model, and a big opportunity came up, but you had to be nude, would you take it? Hmm, probably not. What’s the most ridiculous conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of? The Avril Lavigne doppelganger one is extremely hilarious and I read up so many thread about it on Twitter just so I can see how far people can stretch it.

If Heaven and Hell exists, where are you going when you die? I don’t care.

Who is the person that you are afraid of losing, above everyone else? Either of my best friends.

What is one thing that pisses you off pretty much everyday? The weather.

Is there anyone you know that you feel should consider therapy? My mom.

Do you like any of the songs on Twilight, or the actual movie/saga itself? Yeah the soundtracks are actually fucking great. The person who took this survey before me named Supermassive Black Hole by Muse, and that’s one of my favorites from all the soundtracks. The song Slow Life in New Moon is nice, too. How old was the first person you kissed? She was 17, going on 18.

Will you be a strict parent one day? I’d have some rules set but I wouldn’t suffocate my kids.

Last person to stand up for you? Heck if I know. I can do that for myself.

Have you been to a baby shower? No.

Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater? My ex.

What’s your favorite high school memory? Hiding a same-sex relationship from my conservative, homophobic Catholic teachers.

Do you like relationships, or do you prefer to be single? I like being single these days.

What is one adventurous thing you’d be willing to do? Trying out the Nevis Swing in New Zealand.

What subject at school did you absolutely hate? I saw no point in studying chemistry.

Italian food or Chinese food? Chinese. I like Italian cuisine, but sometimes I find it a tad bit salty for my taste.

Do you like to make flash cards when you study? Not flash cards but sometimes I’ll write my notes down in several index cards because for some reason I retain information better that way.

Has anyone ever told you that you’re a good singer? No.

Do you ever watch TED talks, live or online? No. I never saw the appeal of most of them, honestly.

I dare you to write the name of a person you strongly dislike. Gabie.

What do you think about Marilyn Manson? I have nothing to say about him tbh.

Biggest trouble you’ve ever gotten into at school? Nothing beyond getting into an argument with this kid in 2nd grade and getting sent to the counselor’s office for it.

Do you own one of those “professional” DSLR cameras? I used to, until I handed it down to my sister...and until she let it smash onto the ground because she didn’t place it on her tripod properly when she was filming one time. I still don’t get why she’s so defensive about it; I wish she’d just admit she majorly fucked up on that. Does it bother you when you see a 6th grader with a bunch of gadgets? It makes me silently judge the parents more so than letting myself be bothered by a child.

Did you buy yearbooks every year in high school, or did you not bother? We’re not offered the chance to get yearbooks unless we’re in graduating years.

Do you have Restless Legs Syndrome? No.

Jalapeños: yay or nay? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Did you ever play Minecraft? No. I can’t care less.

Did you ever have a Club Penguin account? Were you a member? I didn’t.

Do you know anyone that seems to not have any common sense? Me, sometimes. Hahahaha.

What do you think is the biggest injustice that was ever done to you? The way I was broken up with, like what the person who last took this said. I’m not tortured by it and her anymore, but I don’t think I deserved to intensely mull over about what I could have possibly done to be broken up with the way she did.

What type of person angers you the most? Abusive people that think only they matter and have no consideration for how their actions affect other people. < This pretty much hits the nail on the head on how my ex is, so I’ll just go ahead and agree.

If you could change your appearance, how would you alter it? I’d get braces again and...that’s it, really.

What are your feelings on feminism? I support it and I support how it advocates equality.

Describe your first relationship? I’ve only had one relationship so I’ll just answer the following question.

Describe your last relationship? Internally toxic; uhhh healthy at some points I guess, when she wasn’t being a selfish prick; a disaster towards the end.

Can you honestly say that you always practice safe sex? I honestly don’t know what constitutes ‘safe sex’ in a same-sex relationship, sooooo idk if I have.

Why do you think your most favorite film touches you so deeply? It’s a realistic take on love and I appreciate that it took its sweet time to highlight the ugly sides of love and marriage. Also, Audrey Hepburn taking her acting chops to the next level was just beautiful to watch. She was always a fantastic actress in all her movies, but I could tell her acting in Two for the Road had just a little bit more depth to it.

What do you want people you meet for the first time to think about you? That I’m nice and approachable.

Do you feel protective over someone? My friends.

What perfume/cologne do you wear? Heat Rush.

Where did your vehicle come from? My parents got it for me as a high school grad gift.

What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I haven’t been to a wedding since 2007, and back then I was designated as a flower girl lol. I’ve never been to a wedding where I was chosen to be a bridesmaid.

What is your favorite way to eat chicken? CHICKEN SANDWICH. Also chicken wings.

It is your birthday. You hope the cake is: Oreo cheesecake topped with 24 macarons.

What do you wear to bed? Something thin and airy.

What were you doing at 8pm last night? I was watching Bon Voyage.

#survey #surveys

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BONUS ROUND (aka part 1.5)- Some additional things for staging King Lear so that Edmund is 100% more sympathetic

Part 1

Due to the fact that the audience needs to be told things via physical action makes this job of mine (ie making Edmund more sympathetic) (that I definitely did not have to do) a whole lot more difficult.

I gotta add in some more stage directions to really push the points I’m going for. So that even the dumbest audience member will get my point.

Casting/ Costumes

-Curan, who I have previously decided is the Captain Edmund talks to later, has red hair. Like, a bright shade of red. Since it’s not a common hair color, the audience will be able to recognize that the same servant is now the captain.

- regarding Cornwall’s costume- This is a very valid example of what I was trying to describe (but like- plus a black jacket)

-Edgar and Gloucester have a very strong family resemblance to each other. Edmund does not. In fact, Edmund looks almost nothing like them. (For example, if Edgar and Gloucester have dark brown hair, Edmund would have light blond hair.) (I know, I know- that’s not necessarily how genetics work. BUT. That’s also not not how genetics work.)

-EXCEPT. Now hear me out because I’m right. Hear me out. This is good. Edmund and Gloucester share the same, very distinctive, eye color. So that when Gloucester’s eyes get stabbed out, it’s also severing the one strand of a connection he had with Edmund. ✨Symbolism!✨

ACT 1 SCENE 1

-At the start of the scene, the stage already has people on it. It’s like. A party kinda but not really? It’s a royal event- a bunch of noblepeople would be there. The Door (TM) (and by now (assuming you read part 1) you should know that The Door (TM) is one of my favorite set pieces here) is on the stage towards the middle in the back.

-you can see Gloucester, Kent, and Edmund walking towards it, ie to enter and join the other guests in the room. There is no wall between “behind” the door and in front of it. Only an implied wall created by how the set is set up. So you can still see them.

Here’s a not-so-helpful illustration:

I do recognize how unhelpful that illustration is. I’m sorry.

-As they approach the door, Gloucester pauses, waiting. Kent stands behind him- waiting to see what he’s waiting for. As you’ve guessed by now, this Earl of Gloucester is waiting for his bastard son to open the door for him. (Headcanon that Gloucester treats Edmund like a servant 99% of the time. Headcanon that Edmund would rather be a servant, because at least servants can quit their jobs.)

-Edmund opens it. Kent’s just like “what- what just happened?”. But Gloucester enters, and Edmund seems to be waiting for him to enter as well, and so he does. (It was this, combined with everything I wrote in Part 1, that makes Kent ask “Is not this your son, my lord?”, ie ??he’s not a servant tho?? Why, Gloucester?? Why are you like this??)

-As I mentioned earlier (I think- Unless I was just planning on mentioning it, and I didn’t actually get around to doing so) (I don’t exactly write these things in order), Extras are already on stage. The whole stage has a “ah yes this is an upper class event. The people here are all fancy rich people” vibe.

-As Gloucester has his epic conversation with Kent, other less high ranking noblemen stand around them as well. They don’t say anything or join in- probably because they’re less higher ranking.I know nothing about the hierarchy of English nobility, but let’s just say that Gloucester and Kent are pretty high ranking people.

-anyway the only purpose of doing that is for the “make Gloucester 100% more of a jerk” aspect of this.

-ie, he’s not just insulting Edmund in private, or in front of a close friend of his. He’s insulting him in public, in front of all the random noblemen.

-everything else I wrote in Part 1 about this scene stays the same.

ACT 1 SCENE 2

-Edmund stands by the desk as he talks to Edgar. (As you’d remember from part 1, he was sitting at the desk as he started his 2nd soliloquy).

-at “Some villain hath done me wrong!” Edgar slams his hands down on the desk. Edmund backs away as he says his lines “That’s my fear....”. He sees that Edgar is really angry (yeah, no kidding.), and is like “oh.... oh he would not hesitate to kill me with his bare hands at the moment.”

ACT 2 SCENE 1

-at “and of my land?..... loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the means to make thee capable”, Gloucester is still facing away from Edmund/ not looking at him. He motions vaguely to him at the words “loyal and natural..”. The line is said in a way making it clear that by it he’s actually saying “well Edgar’s not a valid heir to my stuff anymore, what’ll I do with my land??.... ah, I guess Edmund will have to get them. Oh well.”

ACT 2 SCENE 2

-Not exactly a stage direction, but a second reason for why “his” in the sentence “no more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers” is referring to Gloucester and not Edmund: Kent’s response to this is “I have seen better faces in my time”, so “his” can’t be Edmund, since practically the first thing Kent says about Edmund in Act 1 Scene 1 is “hmmm yes that is a Nice Looking person”

-I’m revising what I said in part 1 (mainly just about where Edmund is standing on stage/ where everyone is standing on stage)- I’m changing this scene to be more in favor of @suits-of-woe’s Cornwall Theory. (HEY PEOPLE, GO READ THE CORNWALL THEORY. I don’t just link it here for fun- I link it so you all can go read it)

-SO

-just to reiterate what I said last time about this scene- Edmund enters to break up Kent and Oswald’s fight with a sword (more specifically- Edgar’s two handed sword that he just used to fight Edgar and stab himself with). His arm is wounded from that one time about two seconds ago when he stabbed it. It’s been bandaged. He’s holding the sword well enough, but it’s clear that he wouldn’t be able to actually fight anyone with it.

-NOW MOVING ON TO NEW STUFF

-at “..come, I’ll flesh ye..”, Kent draws his sword and challenges Edmund. (Wait. His sword’s already drawn, right? Ok then nevermind, he just challenges Edmund.)

-Gloucester, Cornwall, and Regan Enter, and walk a bit onto the stage.

-At “Weapons! Arms! What’s the matter here??”, Gloucester notices the fight and takes like 5 steps away from it. It’s clear that he’s like “nope nope nope not dealing with this today-”

-Regan stays where she is. She’s not particularly scared of the fight, and knows that neither Kent nor Oswald would dare injure her, considering she’s literally the king’s daughter.

-Cornwall, however, at his lines of “Keep peace, upon your lives! He dies that strikes again!” moves to stand in between Edmund and Cornwall- ie facing Cornwall, in a way that would be protecting Edmund. He also is confident neither Kent nor Oswald would hurt him- he’s higher ranking than both of them.

(Illustrated for your convenience) (Scribbled out Edmund bc I didn’t know how tall to make him)

-Cornwall can see clearly that Edmund is in no condition to fight (at least not with a two handed sword). As the next few lines are said, Cornwall takes the sword from Edmund, in a “don’t worry about this- I got this” sort of way. He gently pushes Edmund towards where Gloucester and Regan are standing- in the same sort of way; showing “hey. I’ll deal with this. It’s not your job to defend us. Go chill with the rest of The Group.”

ACT 3 SCENE 3

-remember when I said Gloucester is angry in this scene?

-yeah well I gotta really push that point using some ✨stage directions✨ rather than just “Gloucester yells a lot”

-ANYWAY

-The Door (TM) is turned sideways for this scene, and Gloucester and Edmund enter from the side of the stage

Here’s a totally helpful illustration

-Gloucester is clearly angry, Edmund is Hiding His Emotions (TM).

-Gloucester starts his lines while he grabs the doorknob and forcefully opening the door. As Gloucester storms on to the main part of the stage, he slams the door behind him, right before Edmund could walk through it after him. Because of course, Gloucester has to forget that Edmund exists at lest once a scene. Edmund stands outside the door for a sec, as if saying “......wow.”. Then he enters and joins Gloucester inside.

ACT 5 SCENE 3

-As Albany says “Half blooded fellow, yes!”, last time I wrote that Edmund is momentarily surprised, then glares at him. This time I’m here to change this a bit-

At first I was picturing it like This:

But then I was like, “no,, that won’t make Edmund 100% more sympathetic- that would only make him like 65% more sympathetic.”

-anyway, we gotta raise Albany’s aggression level. Because if they’re equally aggressive to each other The Audience might just. Not get it. They won’t get that we’re out here trying our hardest to make ya sympathize with Edmund.

-So. And Hear me out. Because this DOES have a point. I’m gonna get to it. So to raise Albany’s aggression levels here, Albany grabs Edmund’s tie or jabot (whatever neck piece the costume has. I don’t care how historically accurate the costumes are) and pulls him towards him (in like. An aggressive Way.) He lets go as soon as he finishes saying that one line- he only did it to prove he was serious about challenging Edmund. Either way, he did It in a more pulling forward motion than a grabbing on motion, and so now Edmund is standing on the other side of Albany. (Was this basically just a way for me to change where Edmund is standing? Maybe.)

-now that Edmund is standing on the other side of Albany, the scene continues as I wrote it out in part 1- ie Edmund glares at Albany. Except Albany is no longer standing in front of him (ie facing him).

Here’s an illustration to help out-

So far, Edmund never glared at anyone (or showed his anger in general) straight to a person’s face. He always only lets his mask fall when he’s alone or when the subject of his anger can’t see him. So now it’s more consistent- their positions on the stage changed so that Edmund can still glare at Albany, and also doesn’t have to drop his act.

-AND THAT’S IT-

(-FOR NOW-)

#King lear #shakespeare #I am trying here #I am making an attempt

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that.

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number?

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!!

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question.

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne”

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up.

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them.

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends

Three. Two girls and a dude.

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV.

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl.

jesus christ what fucking time is it?!

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover.

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days.

what’re you a grandpa or something??

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well.

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar.

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real.

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces.

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity?

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties.

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay.

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer.

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single.

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die.

Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date.

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class.

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby.

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough.

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you.

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do?

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician.

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!!

why evil spawn though?

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste.

ha! that’s a funny joke.

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too.

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist.

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun.

the table is always covered in craft supplies.

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl.

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!!

Night .

Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings.

Monday 10:52 AM

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing.

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm.

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is.

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses.

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to.

yet you have time to text a complete stranger?

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess.

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable.

woah woah dude

i’m a gem

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold.

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23?

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer?

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy

What can I say.

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess.

mmmkay thanks Doc

Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here.

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins.

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world?

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head.

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured.

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile.

Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”

Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess.

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy.

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in.

have fun!!!!

#jolex #jolex fanfic #jolex fanfiction #jo karev #jo wilson #jo wilson karev #alex karev #alternate universe #jolex fic #jo x alex #greys anatomy #greys fanfic #INFJTT #nina writes

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morkshmallows · 6 years ago

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Serenade

A Markhyuck story in which Mark serenades Donghyuck in French because he’s in love (but also kind of a coward)

Extract: At random moments, for no apparent reason, Donghyuck will request a song, and Mark will find himself obliging. Then, for 3 or 4 minutes, Donghyuck will give him his undivided attention, and Mark will have to pretend that it doesn’t make him so nervous he might faint.

Word count: 1.6k Part: 1/3

A/N: This is an AU where Mark grew up in Québec and therefore speaks French! Originally meant to be crack, but Markhyuck makes me soft and hhh yeah, fluff/angst it is, I guess. Hope you’ll enjoy it! ^^

“Emmenez-moi au bout de la Terre… Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles,” Marks sings softly, watching the city’s nightscape through the car’s window.

“Is that French?”

Mark glances back, meeting Donghyuck’s round eyes.

“Yup,” he replies. “It’s a song.”

There’s a sense of wonder on the younger’s face. “It sounds nice,” he declares. “I like it.”

Mark blinks. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Donghyuck says with a shrug. “Can you sing for me?”

“What?” he asks, lips curving a dumbfounded smile.

Donghyuck brings a hand to his heart.

“Serenade me, hyung,” he demands solemnly.

“Shut up,” Mark fires back, looking away, and he can feel his ears turning bright red.

A smile blossoms on the younger’s face. “For real. I like your singing voice.”

Marks studies him for a second. “Okay,” he lets out.

And he sings for Donghyuck.

From then on, it kinda becomes their thing. At random moments, for no apparent reason, Donghyuck will request a song, and Mark will find himself obliging. Then, for 3 or 4 minutes, Donghyuck will give him his undivided attention, and Mark will have to pretend that it doesn’t make him so nervous he might faint. Somehow (perhaps because it’s his literal job to perform), that never happens, but he still comes out of those interactions shaken up, and it feels unfair to him that Donghyuck doesn’t have to experience the same gripping anxiety.

The members don’t mind their little game. Sometimes, they even drop in to listen, and their presence breaks the intimacy of the endeavour. Mark finds that it’s both a relief and a bother. He’s is the only one amongst them who speaks French, but Donghyuck likes to brag that he can tell what Mark is saying by just looking at him.

“You’re an open book to me,” he lilts, grinning. “Regardless of the language.”

And that’s true, for the most part. Generally speaking, Mark isn’t one to hide his emotions, and Donghyuck has been around him for a long time. Still, Donghyuck doesn’t know everything.

He doesn’t know, for example, that when he smiles, Mark feels like the world finally makes sense. That when their skin brush, there’s a warmth that spreads from Mark’s core to the tip of his toes. Or that when he isn’t around, Mark can’t help but see him in everything.

In retrospect, there’s a lot Donghyuck doesn’t know.

The first time he does it, it’s an accident. Hyuck wants a song, and the only one his mind supplies is an old love song he hasn’t heard in years.

“On dit que le destin se moque bien de nous, qu’il ne nous donne rien et qu’il nous promet tout,” he sings, staring at his feet. “Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main, alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou.”

Donghyuck must realize that Mark is avoiding his gaze; being his usual bratty self, he lies his head on Mark’s lap and forces their eyes to meet.

“The hell?” Mark exclaims, and Donghyuck clicks his tongue with an annoyed expression before pressing the older to go on with a hand movement.

Mark tries to push him away, but the kid is persistent, and in the end, Mark doesn’t have the heart to use all his force.

“Continue!” Donghyuck whines.

An exaggerated sigh.

“Pourtant quelqu’un m’a que tu m’aimais encore,” Mark sings with reluctance. “C’est quelqu’un qui m’a dit que tu m’aimais encore…”

As the words escape his lips,

As he melts into Donghyuck eyes,

“Serait-ce possible alors?”

He realizes that he means what he’s saying.

“Serait-ce possible alors?”

As the verses spill out,

He’s talking to Donghyuck,

He’s serenading Donghyuck.

And every time after that,

Every time Donghyuck asks him to sing,

He chooses a love song.

“Hyuck did really well on that on that photoshoot,” Mark comments.

“You keep babbling about him,” Johnny sighs, shaking his head.

“Me?” he replies, taken aback.

“I know you think he’s great,” Johnny continues. “That he’s cute and funny and charismatic and blah blah blah… But you never say it to his face.”

Mark frowns. “Well, I…”

Johnny glares at him with irritation and a lingering fondness. “You should be more sincere.”

When Mark steps into his room, he finds a body curled up in the middle of his mattress.

“Jeez,” he mutters, shaking Donghyuck by the shoulder. “Go back to your own bed.”

“No,” the younger replies, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Dude, I’m tired…” Mark says, dropping by a very immobile Donghyuck.

“Me too.”

Marks rubs his temples; it’s not like it’s the first time something like this happens, and he knows that Donghyuck always wins.

“Move,” Mark instructs, pushing himself onto the bed.

Donghyuck groans but complies, and as soon as Mark is fully under the blanket, he wraps his legs around him.

“Hyuck,” Mark scolds, doing his best to keep a steady voice. “It’s too hot, stop.”

“Sing me to sleep,” Donghyuck replies groggily.

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Please.”

A short silence.

“What song?” Mark hears himself ask.

“Anything soothing.”

Mark considers the request.

“Moi je n’étais rien et voilà qu’aujourd’hui,” he begins, almost in a whisper. “Je suis le gardien du sommeil de ses nuits...”

“Go on,” Hyuck urges, squeezing his body a bit tighter.

“Je l’aime à mourir.”

He takes a deep breath, and the air smells of Donghyuck’s shampoo.

“Vous pourrez détruire tout ce qui vous plaira.”

Donghyuck hums along, and the vibrations send a shiver to Mark’s back.

“Il n’a qu’à ouvrir l’espace de ses bras pour tout reconstruire…”

The younger nuzzles against his side.

“Tout reconstruire,” he murmurs. “Je l’aime à mourir.”

As the song nears its end, Donghyuck’s breathing evens, and Mark thinks about running away (to the kitchen, to the street, to anywhere but here), but a minute passes, then ten, thirty.

Mark is still there.

He stays.

He always does.

Every now and then, Mark allows himself to confess a thing or two under the protection of their language barrier.

“Criss que t’es beau,” he mumbles.

Donghyuck frowns. “Was that an insult?”

“Uh…” Mark utters. “No.”

The other stares. “Right…”

Eventually, he starts doing it more often, and it always feels like a huge weight off his shoulders.

“Ce serait le fun, que tu m’aimes aussi,” he whispers as Donghyuck falls asleep against him for the third time that week. “Qu’on soit ensemble. Que j’puisse dire que t’es à moi.”

It’s all fun and games until one morning, when his body is functioning on 3 hours of sleep and his trilingual brain fucks up. Donghyuck is making tea, and despite his bed head, he looks absolutely lovely.

“I’d kiss you,” Mark says under his breath.

There’s a pause, and as Donghyuck eyes fill with confusion, Mark realizes his terrible mistake.

“What?” the younger lets out.

“What?” Mark echoes, and he considers yeeting out the window.

“What did you just say?”

“That I… miss… you.”

Hyuck doesn’t seem any less puzzled. “I’m right here though?”

“Yes,” Mark agrees slowly. “But we haven’t had much time to properly hang out recently.”

A pause.

“That’s true,” Donghyuck concedes, and he turns back to the tea. “Do you wanna go see a movie this weekend?”

“That’d be cool,” Mark declares, trying to breathe normally.

Donghyuck looks up again and smiles,

And there go Mark’s efforts.

After that unfortunate event, Mark calms down with his impromptu love confessions. If Donghyuck asks for him to sing, he’ll only agree if he can think of a song that has nothing to do with romance.

They’re walking back from the convenience store when Donghyuck requests something new. Mark protests, Donghyuck insists, and Mark would punch the boy if he wasn’t so damn cute. After a his mind runs around for a minute, he somehow ends up settling for the Canadian anthem.

He sings the beginning quietly, and Donghyuck is skipping besides him, and god, can he not?

“...car ton bras sait porter l’épée, il sait porter la croix. Ton histoire est une épopée des plus brillants exploits.”

A deep inspiration.

“God keep our land, glorious and free, Ô Canada we stand on guard for thee, Ô Canada we stand on guard for thee!”

There’s a pause.

“That was English,” Donghyuck notes.

“Yeah...” Mark confirms, running a hand through his hair. “I only know the bilingual version, sorry.”

Donghyuck pouts. “It’s not that I’m ungrateful or anything…” he says, and Mark snickers. “But why the hell would you pick your national anthem?”

“It’s the first thing that came to my mind,” Mark lies.

“That’s so random.”

Mark mumbles something about running out of ideas.

“Can’t you go back the to the old ones?” Hyuck wonders. “I feel like I haven’t heard them in a while.”

“Oh, uh…” Mark says. “They’re a bit too cheesy.”

“As far as I’m concerned, they’re just pretty,” Donghyuck retorts with a laugh. “Besides, they sound much more romantic.”

Mark’s heart skips a beat.

“Romantic?” he parrots, in a daze.

Donghyuck offers a wide grin. “French is the language of love, isn’t it?”

“R-right.”

“Plus, you always get super intense when you sing in French,” he says. “You’re super into it. It’s almost the same level as when we’re in the recording studio.”

A nervous chuckle escapes Mark’s lips.

“I guess it’s because it’s your first language.”

“Yup,” Mark agrees, vigorously nodding. “That’s why. Obviously.”

Donghyuck sends a wink his way.

“I know you well,” he says.

Mark can't do anything but smile.

A/N: Est-ce que j’ai écris ça essentiellement pour faire sacrer Mark? Pas mal, ouais. No regrets hahahah

ps: Translations to the parts in French here!

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kpopandstarwarswhynot · 6 years ago

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My insane ramblings about Jungle Park by @jimlingss - part 1

.‘Hi! I don’t usually do this. Actually, this is my first time doing it but tumblr doesn’t have a solid comment section like AO3 so I decided to leave my comments here on the ten chapters released so far.

My insane ramblings about Jungle Park by @jimlingss

Chapter 01 - reader (me) was surprised to see that the main character was a taxi driver! It was a very good surprise tho, I like small unique touchs like this. She could have been a waitress and bartender or any job that had shifts, but you chose something different and I'm curious to know if it was random or not? *pensive reader*. I felt sorry for her with those party girls, because I totally knew she was going to throw up. I felt sorry for Jimin too, dealing with all the office BS just because Hoseok Sunshine (reader says that sarcastically), is too scary. I loved how Jimin just left the problem there and walked out, he is too fed up at this point I can see.

Main character looking for a job is me, even the part where she sees an amazing job and thinks she wasn’t good enough. The Mc Donald’s’ interview got me laughing so har. “Well, I’ve eaten at this franchise a lot.” I was in tears reading it. You are a great at doing fun dialogues. The old lady set her straight tho and she needed it.

Hoseok’s description was on point, completly perfect. I love his sun-kissed skin and sharp jawline. *reader is dreaming now*

She did great at the interview even thought she was very nervous and she was very bold at asking for the job like that, I like her personality.

I got surprised again to find out that they knew each other...I mean, Hoseok doesn’t remember it but something happened between them clearly. I’m very curious to know more about it.

To wrap this first chapter comment up, your writing is amazing and it really got me hooked since the beginning. So hooked, that I went to bed like 2 a.m. reading more of your fanfic.

Chapter 1.5 - Jennie, as in BLACKPINK’s Jennie? I’m curious to see if this part is going to fit somewhere down the road.

Chapter 02 - Annnnddd of course Hoseok didn’t pick anyone... why would he? He isn't the one hearing other people’s problems. “Is thee anyone who won’t give you a headache?” This was the winning line for Jimin, right there he got Hoseok. I’m glad Jimin exists !!

Poor M/C, she had to wait for a week just because Hoseok is a pain the buttocks. *I have anxiety, waiting kills me.*

Again, another suprise. A divorce law firm wasn’t what I was expecting. You are full of surprises for me I see :D.

I loved everyone in the office and I’m glad to see you are using a different recipe when comes to the support characters. You have actual characters, not just the boys and a close to friend tot he M/C like most fanfics. The lawyers law team is my favorite group, they are too funny for their own good. Also, I can see Sunyi and Yoongi’s banter making very funny scenes more ahead.

Hoseok was a huge dick saying that her office was a storage room, she didn’t need to know that. And, of course he didn’t gave her a proper training *roll eyes*, how she was supposed to do stuffs????

That is my girl! I loved that she didn’t dwell on the sad office/storage room situation. She went out and made it better!

Of course Jin would show up at the sight of food. That boy really loves food.

Have the feeling that she is going to get a lot of complains about Hoseok Sunshine (reader still says that sarcastically). And Sunyi complaining about Yoongi, here and there hehe. I was glad to see people going there and trying to talk to her a little bit.

Is Hosoek seriously wacthing her door like a hawk???? Doesn’t he had something better to do? *reader is judging* Jimin, in the other hand, is having the time of his life. Especially with Hoseok’s misery.

I don’t know why Jimin is suprised that Hoseok did nothing to proper prepare the M/C. Even I knew he wasn’t going to do shit.

Jimin's words encouraged her to get a death setence kkkkkk.

Hoseok is a crontrol freak, a little survey isn’t going to get things out of control...

...okay, I said that a little too soon...

I can not, or maybe I can, that they are all outside Hoseok’s office hearing them fight. LOL

JIMIN RUNNING AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO!!

Chapter 03 - OMG! Hoseok is such a vindictive drama queen. I can not believe he is going to make her fire somoene just because she did a survey. Poor M/C and Kei, they were innocent there. I would cry with the secretary if I was in the M/C’s place.

Poor thing, being called Hoseok’s henchman on her what? second day? third day? And she was almost making friends... *sad song playing*

The hiring interview dialogues was perfect! I loved every bit of it. You are a very creative person, I’m delighted with your writing.

He says “it is just a recepcionist” now. If she hires anyone he would kill her.

“Don’t complain to me when I actually do my job.” HA IN HIS FACE! I’M LOVING HER.

The scene with her and everyone leaving was very sad... I just wanted to hug her. I like how she took some sad energy and transformed into something producitive.

Jimin is definitely having the time of his live!

I prefer gray to yellow but okay... I’m a black and white kind of girl.

Chapter 04 - Hoseok really enjoy putting her in difficult positions doesn’t he??? *reader glares at hoseok*

This Lisa girl really doesn’t like the M/C... I can not blame her. She was closer to Kei than she was form the M/C, so for her the M/C is the main villian.

I’ve been in Seubi’s place too. Being in a place that makes you unhappy isn’t the healthy. The M/C advice was really great.

oh shit, Hosoek is mad...And the girl quit already?? She was truly unhappy.

I can not believe she used the law to run way from the conversation. I’m deceased with that. HSAUSHAUSHAUHS Hosoek was clearly impressed and amazed with her, even thought he threatened to throw his mug at her.

OMG!!!! That bitch Kei! I was feeling bad for her but her attitude was completly childish. The M/C have a difficult life. Sweet side of Hoseok shows up. I loved to see him worried about her. I’m glad that people at the office didn’t say that she deserved it.

The gossips were the best LOL this always happens.

Trapped inside an elevator together, classic! I approve that scene. ^^

A PEEING CORNER? LOL I can not believe he mad a joke like that. Their entire light dialogue was perfection hun, I loved it. If I were to hightlight here my favorite lines, I would have to highlight it all because it was amazing.

Oh my, she is hiding stuffs about their past... I can feel it. I think they were more them just acquaintances.

Chapter 4.5 - THE TECHNICIAN SCENE WAS GOLD!

Chapter 05 - OHHH, she is still doing the taxi thing. But why? I mean, wasn’t the HR job supposed to help her get out of that life? Also, it is dangerous to drive while sleepy.

I loved her little revenge on the three stupid dudes tho...

The lunch thing...She was so excited, I felt really bad for her not being with her friends. In the other hand, she is going to lunch with the handsome Hosoek alone.

I love how their interations start stiff but end up being quite nice and natural in the end. Hoseok’s library story was the best kkkk.

She left her carrots for him? She stills cares for him I guess.

This was my opinion on the first five chapters. I didn’t want to write more than I could in a single post on tumblr.

If the author reads this: I’m totally in love with your fanfic. It is sweet and funny <3

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themurphyzone · 7 years ago

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Secret Santa Ch 3

I can’t believe how random the last chapter turned out to be.

Ch 3: Zack

Zack could have easily bought Mort a bag of rocks and the guy enjoy it. But he was a lot more thoughtful than that. Maybe he wouldn’t go to the same lengths as Melissa was with her gift, but surely there was something he could buy that was better than a cheesy Christmas card with a candy cane taped inside.

“Mort, you keep forgetting to check your signs,” Bradley frowned, handing the math worksheet back.

Mort shrugged. “Not really. I know I’m a Libra.”

“I meant on the homework,” Bradley scoffed. “I could care less what zodiac your birthday falls under. That stuff isn’t even true.”

Mort never seemed to be affected by Bradley’s sour mood. At least, not outwardly. Besides Melissa, he was probably the only other person with the ability to hold a decent conversation with Bradley for an extended amount of time.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I was wondering why half of these problems had no solutions,” Mort said as erased his answers.

Bradley rolled his eyes, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “It’s the stupid mistakes that net you a less than perfect score.”

He left the library, slamming the door behind him, much to the librarian’s disapproval.

“Wow,” Zack said. “Who spit in his milk?”

“Anyone would be upset if they were cursed with a bad hair day because Jupiter was in the third house,” Mort replied. He glanced up, licking his finger and sticking it in the air. “Do you feel that? Suddenly the atmosphere doesn’t seem as doom-and-gloomy as before.”

Unfortunately, Zack was not nearly as adept as reading the atmosphere.

Zack leaned over the large posterboard, carefully tracing over the title with a blue marker. Melissa reviewed her notes over Macbeth, highlighting certain lines in the book that she’d carefully picked out.

“This is torture,” Zack groaned. “How is anyone supposed to understand Shakespeare? There’s too many thees and thous and thys!”

Melissa recapped her highlighter, setting it aside. “Did you buy a copy with the modern translation next to the original text?”

“No, I checked mine out from the library,” Zack muttered.

“And there’s your problem,” Melissa replied. “But getting back on track, we’ll start with the hallucination of the dagger. What’s taking Milo so long with the snacks?”

Five minutes later, Milo came up with two large bags of chips and a pretzel bowl. He was covered in scratch marks from head to toe. “Sorry it took so long,” Milo said. “A squirrel got into our kitchen, and boy was it hungry. Good thing I always keep some pistachios nearby!”

“You didn’t miss much,” Melissa said. “Zack’s still copying the quotes. His handwriting is larger than mine.”

“Not nearly as neat though,” Zack said, moving on to the last quote. “And I was thinking of getting something like fortune telling for Mort. He has that weird thing about chakras and zodiacs.”

Milo glanced over what they had so far. “Can I do the drawings?” he asked.

Melissa tossed him the pencil. “Do it with pencil first. I want this to look good.”

“No problem!” Milo said, his tongue sticking out slightly as he worked on the rough sketch of a dagger dripping blood at the bottom. “Fortune telling, huh? Maybe I can do some fortune telling to give you an idea of what to get Mort!”

“You know how to tell someone’s fortune?” Zack asked.

Milo nodded. “My dad’s coworker’s sister’s friend’s barber’s cousin’s mother is a psychic! Dad took me to visit her once and she gave me a crystal ball so I can practice on my own!” He pulled a crystal ball and a bandana with hoop earrings attached out of his backpack.

“I guess a break couldn’t hurt,” Melissa said, moving the posterboard and snacks aside. She closed the blinds, which dimmed the light in the room.

Milo tied the bandana around his head, setting the crystal ball on a stand between the three of them. He lifted his hands, but was interrupted by a loud scream from downstairs.

Zack didn’t understand what this was supposed to accomplish.

“MILO!” Sara screamed, the door bursting open as she stumbled into the room. “Oh thank the gods of Yalkelvik, you have your fortune telling equipment out.”

“Hey, Sara! I was just about to help Zack decide on his Secret Santa gift to Mort!” Milo exclaimed. “What’s up?”

“You have to help me! It’s a crisis!” Sara begged.

“You don’t mind me helping her first, right?” Milo asked.

Zack waved him on. “Go right ahead. So what’s wrong?”

“Well, you know how the new Dr. Zone Funko Pops were released yesterday?” Sara chewed her lip nervously. “Neal was going to buy me one for Christmas but then Kris wanted me to go to the mall with her so we’re meeting up in two hours and we’re definitely heading to one of the small stores in the main area of the mall where they sell the Funko Pops and I have zero self-control so I’m probably gonna end up buying one-“ she took a deep breath “-and I don’t know which one Neal is going to buy me and I don’t wanna unwrap his gift and say ‘oh I already have this one’ and I just need to know ahead of time which one he’s buying so I know not to purchase it!”

“That does sound like a conundrum!” Milo hummed.

Zack leaned over to Melissa. “He understood all that? She lost me after Christmas.”

“Now gaze into the mists of...” Milo threw his arms out for dramatic emphasis. “…THE CRYSTAL BALL! MWAHAHAHA!”

Milo’s evil laugh was very unconvincing.

“Wait, no that’s the Saturday morning cartoon villain voice. Should I try again with the mystical fortune-teller voice?” Milo asked.

“Just help me decide,” Sara begged.

“Moment’s gone anyway. First, the spirits require something of value. They accept electronics,” Milo said.

Sara handed her cell phone over, and Milo hid it under the tablecloth. “Spirits, I ask you to reveal the Dr. Zone Funko Pop that Neal is planning to buy for Sara Murphy! I must ask all of you to scoot back. They like personal space.”

Sara and Melissa moved back. Zack leaned closer, trying to see what Milo was looking at, but Melissa yanked him away from the crystal ball. “It’s not like anything was there,” Zack said.

“The spirits have decided!” Milo exclaimed. “They’re sending their spooky spiritual waves into our world to link me with Neal!”

Neal appeared in the crystal ball, looking incredibly confused. “Wait, Milo? Where’s Sara? Nice hoops, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Milo exclaimed. “Sara-“ Sara made wild hand gestures. “Er-I wanted to know what Dr. Zone Funko Pop you’re buying her for Christmas so I don’t accidentally get her the same one.”

“Princess Shirazi,” Neal replied. “She kinda reminds me of Sara. You know, with how excited she gets when there’s something she’s really passionate about. Um, you aren’t going to mention that to her, right? Cause it’s kinda embarrassing when I say it out loud.”

Sara blushed, stifling her giggles with one hand.

“By the way, Sara mentioned she was going to buy me one of the new figures that got released from Space Adventure. And I’m going to the mall in a few hours with Wally and I really need to know which one she’s getting me because Wally’s gonna pressure me into buying me one and I’ll give in like always so…yeah. I need some help,” Neal finished lamely.

Sara wrote a name on a piece of paper and passed it to Milo. Milo grinned. “That’s funny! My sister says she was going to the mall with Kris in a few hours too! What a coincidence! Oh, and she was planning to buy you the Lump Sharkboard figure.”

“Thanks so much,” Neal sighed. “I was worried for a second-wait, did you say she was going to the mall with Kris? Gotta run, I am totally not finding my trenchcoat from my last cosplay to go incognito so she doesn’t recognize me!”

“Bye!” Milo exclaimed.

“So the crystal ball actually worked?” Zack gasped.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Gullible. He put Sara’s phone in the crystal ball. It was pretty obvious.” She reached inside the tablecloth and extracted the cell phone, giving it back to Sara.

“Sara?” Zack asked, waving his hand in front of her face.

“I’m going to put on oversized sunglasses and a floppy hat so he doesn’t recognize me,” Sara said as she hurried to her room.

Was this what teenage romance looked like? In that case, Zack decided he wanted to maintain his sanity for a while longer.

“They’re made for each other,” Melissa quipped.

“I know right!” Milo exclaimed. “Okay, Zack. Your turn now. Same procedure as before.”

Zack emptied his pockets, only finding a penny inside. He sheepishly offered it to Milo, who refused to take it.

“They have bad inflation in the spirit world,” he said as if that explained everything.

Starting tomorrow, Zack planned to refuse all offers to connect to spirits and psychics.

Zack took off his shoes instead, which Milo accepted. “So what do the spirits say about Mort?”

“Tarot cards,” Milo replied. “They say you need to give him tarot cards so they can tame his moles. I can’t tell if they mean the animal or the spots on skin though. Oh, wait a moment. Sorry, claim his soul. Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“How about I just get Mort an 8-ball instead?” Zack asked. “That’s probably a lot safer and soulsucking risk-free.”

#milo murphy's law #zack underwood #sara murphy #melissa chase #mml secret santa story

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miraculousturtle · 8 years ago

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to you, i thee wed (chapter 8)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

WC: 7.6K

Thank you so much @sarahcada and @booksfullofme for the lovely edits!

"I told you," Tikki gloats. "Ladybugs and Chat Noirs usually do end up getting married."

"Uh-huh, Tikki."

"It's true, Plagg! Look, isn't this about the third time I've been right?"

"Sure is," he mutters.

Tikki beams and pats the top of his head. "Don't worry, Plagg. We still have the reveal and I'm betting on your boy to spill the beans!"

Plagg laughs and shakes his head. "You're on, you crazy thing. Though I bet Ladybug is way more brazen. Adrien, well--he's only brave if he's with me. Your girl is always brave it seems."

Tikki grins proudly. "That she is. That she is."

Marinette only opens the bedroom door a fraction before checking the hallway again to make sure the coast is clear. Looking to her left, then her right, she’s positive she’s alone as she hears nothing aside from the chatter in the kitchen floating up the stairs. Relief pours through her as she enters the bedroom.

“Tikki!” she sings, a smile rounding out her call.

There is slight shuffling somewhere high up in the room and then Marinette hears the little kwami groan, not wanting to wake up. She isn’t surprised. Tikki isn’t the biggest fan of the cold, and when she told her they’re staying here for a week, she almost blew their cover. Marinette sits on the bed and waits, grinning to herself, pondering the snacks she’s gathered. In her hands, she snuck some of Tikki’s usual favorites: cookies, a danish, some jelly and bread. Sweet things for the sweetest little god of good luck to ever exist, if she does say so herself.

But, there was one thing...that was not as usual. An odd, and quite random, request for cheese. Savory cheese, more on the smelly side than sweet, much to Marinette’s confusion. It didn’t really go with the rest of the sweets that she brought up from the kitchen.

Not that she’s following the train of thought that whispers that Tikki is having a midlife—blink of a life?—crisis because of Marinette’s marriage. That would be absurd. Her kwami is a professional. A bonafide god that is used to people getting married because that’s what Ladybugs do, right? She can get married and she’s positive that Tikki has been to a billion weddings along the way because Tikki—

And here is where she reminds herself to breathe because that’s what people do and she reminds herself of the task at hand. Ha! As if Tikki’s going to just leave her because she got married. That’s absurd.

“Tikki, I’m only supposed to be up for a little bit,” she scolds. “Come out and eat!”

To that, the little god finally peeks out from atop the bookshelf near the heat vent and glares .

“Look here, little missus , I am an all powerful god who has been the companion to humans for thousands of years bringing good things, and you repay me by bringing me to the freezing cold…”

Marinette stills for a moment before giggling in complete amusement, ignoring the outburst. “Who in the world are you impersonating? A new Korean drama love interest?”

“What? No!” Tikki protests, flying away to zoom around the room. “Jun is the sweetest love interest I’ve seen this season. He’s like—a dorky guy who just wants to be a vet, but of course, he falls for the girl who is allergic to pet dander—”

“Uh-huh.”

“And Kimi is just—she loves animals too! But insects because she’s not allergic to them, but Jun has this huge phobia of beetles, which of course I’m only slightly offended by, and—”

“Tikki.”

“Honestly, Marinette, they’re such losers and it’s wonderful and have I told you lately that I’m so happy you bought me my own cell phone to—”

Marinette nods quietly as Tikki continues to babble. Jun this , Kimi that , we should watch a kdrama together— Tikki doesn’t get to finish that sentence as Marinette pulls Tikki away from her fluttering flight around the room.

“You’re crazy, Tikki Tikk,” she says. “If not your new loverboy, then who were you pretending to be?”

Tikki smiles when she’s caught and eagerly nuzzles her charge’s cheek. “A friend, actually. You’d be surprised who you meet when you leave France,” she giggles.

Marinette stills as she gives Tikki a little squeeze and absentmindedly ushers her to eat. “I didn’t know you had friends. Is this…?” she pauses, unsure how to finish that thought.

“Another kwami?” Tikki says between bites. “You bet!”

You bet , she says. Like it’s nothing. Like she meets with other kwamis all the time. Maybe she does. Maybe she always does, but there are only so many little gods that Marinette knows of and most of them are in Paris. Minus one. Or two.

“Uh...um!”

“What is it, Marinette?” Tikki asks, putting down her cookie.

Marinette gives the little god a good stare. “I’m just wondering, Tikk. Just…who’s the other kwami?”

Tikki pauses for a moment before wrinkling her snout. “The one who likes cheese.”

Well, that solves one mystery, but then adds another , Marinette thinks.

Leaning forward, she takes a cookie and almost whispers. “Could I...could I...maybe... meet them?”

I thought they were always meant to be together. But here’s one kwami by themselves. Away from Paris. Away from us and the others. I...I wonder.

Tikki stops chewing entirely and swallows, looking up at the spot atop the bookcase and hums. Seconds tick on by as the little god looks torn. Marinette knows that all things kwami related are a bit fuzzy and there are many things she doesn’t know , but she wonders—even hopes—if Tikki is willing to bend her rules.

After taking one more bite, Tikki wipes her little nubs on a napkin and nods. “You know, why not. Besides, I won a bet, so he has to do what I say.”

Marinette doesn’t get to ask her new question this time. She’s learned long ago that sometimes talking with Tikki provides more questions that it does answers. And sometimes the best thing is to just go along with it because that’s what little gods of creations do. She wonders if other Ladybugs have ever felt the same bizarre confusion as often as she does.

Tikki flies to the spot atop the shelf and starts chattering to her companion.

“You heard her, Plagg, she wants to meet you,” she says. “And I’m pretty sure she got you cheese . As I requested. For you. Come tell her thank you.”

A new voice pops up, a mix between raspy and squeaky . “Nope! No way, Tikki! I’m all for breaking rules—”

“This isn’t even breaking a rule! She just wants to meet you!”

“And that’s fine!” the other voice, Plagg, yells. “That’s totally!—fine!. But look. I’m already bursting at the seams trying to keep the secret from my kid and now you want to formally introduce me to Ladybug? Are you crazy?!”

“This is my prize. If you win the next bet, then you get to pick yours,” Tikki finishes stiffly.

From her stop on the bed, Marinette hears a loud groan. “Argh, never should have introduced you to betting. Biggest mistake I’ve made this millennium for sure.”

“There’s cheese,” Tikki singsongs, happy that it seems she got her way.

Marinette stifles a giggle behind her hand as she prepares to meet Plagg when—

The door opens and Adrien pops his head in. “Marinette, everything okay in here?”

And she jumps, a small scream escaping her at the sudden intrusion, and places a hand over her racing heart. She almost knocked over the plate of food, but luckily catches it in time. Breathing a sigh of relief, she smiles weakly at him, feeling fluttery when she thinks of him as her husband.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Was just thinking.”

“Well, I’m ready to go anytime you are. See you downstairs?”

Marinette nods and waggles her fingers in a small goodbye. He smiles warmly at the gesture and closes the door just as quick as he came. Sighing to herself, Marinette hoists herself up and grabs a jacket.

“Well, it was nice to almost meet you, Plagg,” she says when she’s at the door. She’s looking over her shoulder, smirking. “I’ll meet you later, right?”

It takes a few seconds, but a little black figure with bright green eyes peeks over the top of the bookshelf with big pointed ears. He blinks once, then twice before giving a hesitant wave.

“Yeah, next time, Ladybug,” she hears him call.

She’s out the door—excitement tapping on her heart—as she follows the same path her husband took moments before.

Ice crunches quietly under her feet as the sun warms the frozen little lakeside town. The heat feels good on Marinette’s face, and she finds herself following the sun’s rays like a sunflower. The world is bright and merry, much unlike last night—gone is the the darkness of the blizzard, the biting chill of the bubbling frustration, and the bitter taste of everything seemingly going wrong.

Yet today is a new day and she’s had a cup of coffee or two plus good company to lift her spirits high as both she and Adrien meander down little streets. Her tensions have all but slipped away as Adrien’s smiles plant seeds of joy to bloom in her heart. They take root firmly, digging slowly through all the dread in her heart.

His enthusiasm is just as charming as his hands move through the air, telling his story, but she can’t help but be distracted by the way the glistening, freshly-fallen snow illuminates the sunny highlights of his hair, making it shine like strands of gold. From the center of her chest to the tip of her soul, warmth blossoms through her being, still walking on the precipice of surrealism and reality.

“So, like, this one day, my dad and I decided to go sightseeing in New York and since I was no longer modeling full time, I decided it would be a great idea to get a half kilo of jellybeans…”

“Oh no...Adrien, this doesn’t end well, does it?”

He laughs, ducking his head and raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. “No, not at all. I downed the whole bag in an hour, and fifteen minutes later I’m upchucking all over the sidewalk in the middle of summer. And here’s my dad, muttering under his breath the whole time how he told me so and that this wasn’t what fashion designers were supposed to do blah, blah blah.”

Marinette digs her hands into her pockets of her borrowed coat, the hand warmers seeping through her mittens, pinching back a wide smile. “Mr. Agreste always seemed...a bit serious.”

They’re not too far from the lake now, the breeze skipping across the water and fanning the wisps of hair that fall from her hat around her face. It’s like inhaling mint, feeling the calm from the coolness that spreads.

Adrien rolls his eyes. “Gravely serious. All the time. But,” he starts, his voice going softer and his lips thinning, “sometimes it was easy to coax him into having fun. Like the Christmas party when we lived in France.” His lips quirk into a devilish smile. “Or one time I got him to go skydiving!”

“Skydiving?!” Marinette gasps, her eyes going wide at the idea.

She thinks of freefalling, of the air hugging her body, of the Earth’s gravity working. She thinks of the trust she had in her yo-yo, of the way she would grab Chat Noir’s hand, of never knowing when everything would end. She thinks of longing and excitement and wonders if Adrien knows what that feels like, if he felt like that too in the moment where you can touch the sky and let your fingers caress the blue.

“Yeah!” he answers with a laugh. “My English was awful then, but I knew what swear words were. Because, you know. Movies and stuff,” he says offhandedly. “But there’s my dad, swearing like Samuel L Jackson like no tomorrow as we’re plummeting to our apparent doom. Spoiler alert: we both lived.”

They lived , echoes between them. A statement that is only true for the past moment because Marinette knows that the true ending is that father’s story ended far before the son’s. It settles over them, a feeling of slight melancholy despite the sun’s rays that create a halo around Adrien’s profile as he stares out at the water. Pristine white snow surround the edges of the lake.

Marinette...doesn’t know what it’s like to miss a parent, she realizes. She doesn’t know at all and the way that Adrien quiets after speaking about his father makes the air hard to breathe because he…does he always feel this way? Do all good things remind him of sad things? Do—

“Okay, enough about me! Your turn, ask a question!”

He says it so brightly and warmly and in one nanosecond, it’s as if the air between them was never heavy, as if he wasn’t caught up in memories, as if she wasn’t caught up in not knowing. As if everything that transpired was okay and fine and supposed to happen because that is the course of life.

And Marinette takes the easy way out and plays along because she doesn’t know how to broach the topic of what’s it like to miss your parents and does it ever get easier and what do I do when you get sad and it makes sense but it sucks anyway . She rolls her eyes and huffs because that’s part of the show.

“Oh my god, Adrien, do I have to? This game is...so...high school!”

Adrien holds a hand up in pause and whips out his phone. While he fumbles with it, he says, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng-maybe-one-day-Agreste, are you saying that you’re trying to get out of homework because it clearly says right here, and I quote,” he tells her as he reads an email. “Congrats on getting married, kids! Your homework is to learn more about the other. Ask questions! The sillier, the better. Besides, everyone knows that this is the best part of dating. Getting to know the other person. You both just have the security of knowing you’re already married. You’re in this for the long haul, so there really isn’t a wrong answer!”

He says it all in one breath as if he’s in class reading for the first time and they’re about to play popcorn and he needs to read it as fast as possible. She tries her best to ignore how adorable it is to watch him gasp.

“I feel like Doctor La Cour wrote that…” Marinette says at last as she leans over the rail. Water laps up from the lake and splashes on the concrete below.

He shrugs. “She probably did. They’re all a bit wacky. But do your assignment, Marinette,” he playfully chastises. “You married a professor, after all. You can’t get out of this!”

She sighs. “Uh, okay. Let me see,” she ponders. Something that isn’t overdone, but still easy enough to answer. Something that tells you a lot about a person right away. Something good. “Ah, an oldie, but a goodie: Ladybug or Chat Noir?”

“What?!” he balks. “No, you go first.”

She twirls to face him and waggles her finger. “No way. It’s my turn to ask, as you wanted, professor !”

Adrien makes a face, but slumps in defeat easily. “Ugh, fine. On three?”

“Sure.”

“1.”

I wonder who he’s going to say.

“2.”

If he says Chat Noir—I’d be really pleased.

“3!”

But if he says Ladybug, oh—

“Ladybug—”

“—Chat Noir!”

Both pause at their conflicting answers. She, of course, said Chat Noir, and, well—a part of her has always hoped that Adrien would choose Ladybug.

(She’s just gonna ignore the fact that her fourteen-year-old self is having a dramatic moment squealing and enjoying this.)

Adrien is stunned for a moment before laughing with disbelief. “Chat Noir? But that guy was super lame! Definitely not as cool or heroic as Ladybug!”

Okay, so Marinette has decided to chalk that up to preference and is going to pretend that that didn’t sound like a jab at one of the most beloved people in her life. Because. Well, she just got married and she really doesn’t want to break out that old powerpoint from forever ago about how her partner was literally the best thing ever.

Instead, she focuses on what she can with the truth and gives Adrien the benefit of the doubt. After all, he’s not totally wrong. Chat Noir was one weird cat.

Clearing her throat, she makes sure she doesn’t look away from him. She wants him to know just how much Chat meant to her. She refuses to get embarrassed. “I, uh, I was there...the first time Ladybug and Chat Noir saved Paris,” she starts. The words feel heavy on her tongue because she doesn’t get to tell people this often, but it’s important. “And...Ladybug wasn’t that cool that day at all. She was really skittish and scared and she only became heroic after Chat Noir said something to her. Because of that, she was able to stand up to Hawkmoth time and time again and, well, protect the city.”

This time, she starts rushing because Adrien doesn’t break his gaze away from hers. All she sees is green and sunshine and gold and good things and she just can’t stop talking and babbling and—

“Besides! I met him a couple of times actually and he wasn’t so bad! Silly, yes, but very eager to help and kind! He really laid on the charm when I had to help him and Ladybug that one time Nathaniel became an akuma, but it was cute in retrospect!”

There’s the smallest of grins tracing his lips, but his eyes look happy. “...I’m sure he would have been honored if you ever told him that,” he says quietly. “I know I would be.”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” she replies, finally looking away. In the distance, she creates an outline of Paris and of her youth. It makes her heart feel tight, to remember what isn’t anymore. “It was a long time ago...though, if I ever met him again, I would tell him I’m his biggest fan in a heartbeat...and that I loved and admired him very much...but, um….Ladybug, right?”

“God,” he groans. His head thuds against the wooden railing. “Okay. Don’t make fun of me.”

“No promises,” she laughs.

“Marinette,” he whines. “You vowed in sickness and in health, for better or for worse.”

Turning to face him, she cocks an eyebrow. “I mean, yeah. So?”

A few seconds tick between them when Adrien finally tosses his hands up in the air. “Argh, I can’t believe I feel so embarrassed,” he says. “But I was like—super madly in love with Ladybug when I was younger. Like hardcore she-was-my-wallpaper kind of love. Stalked-the-Ladyblog kind of love. Would-have-stalked-her-if-possible kind of love! It’s honestly gross.”

Marinette awkwardly smiles at her blushing husband. Is it wrong she finds it endearing that he would have kinda stalked her if possible? Because she kinda gets that. In more ways than she’d like to explain.

She can’t help herself from asking. “And?”

“It’s true. I was totally head over heels for her and she didn’t even really know me? I mean, she kinda did? She—um, well she had to watch over me a few times so I got to spend some real one on one time with her and she was— Like wow. But really, I just wanted senpai to notice me.”

Dear Lord in Heaven, what good deeds in my life have I done to deserve this?

Marinette rolls her eyes and laughs instead. “Oh my god, Adrien. Talk about being lovesick!” She’s enjoying every second of this. Because she gets it. Like a lot.

“I was...it was...it was really bad!”

He turns away from her then, but she tugs at his shoulder until they’re face to face once again. His expression is priceless. A mix between a frown, a pout, and a grin because he knows that she’s being silly and he knows that she knows that he’s being silly. Everything feels whirlwind-like and light and Marinette loves it.

“Well, I think that’s okay,” she tells him, her hand patting his upper arm. “She was a celebrity. Not like...you were super creepily crazy about a classmate. I mean, I was serious when I said I had pictures of you all over my room.”

“That’s totally different, Marinette! You’re anything but crazy!”

“I had magazine cutouts of you all over my room!”

Marinette can feel herself flushing across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. It helps her forget the cold, but only reminds her of all the secrets she’s already told. This is insane. She’s married her childhood love and she’s told him of her deep dark feelings like it’s nothing and—

“So?” he scoffs. “Chloe, my best friend, had multiple signed autographed things from me when we were teenagers. When she had this odd crush on me? It’s normal for people to have pictures of people that they like. I did. It’s cool though. Besides, I think it’s kinda cute.”

She peers up through her lashes. “What’s kinda cute?”

“Well,” he pauses. He takes one of her hands in his and gives it a tight squeeze. “That my now wife had pictures of me all over her room. That she thought I was cute enough or whatever to even post them and more than one of them at that! If I had known then about your feelings, maybe I would...have...I don’t know, asked you out on a date years ago!”

“What about Ladybug?”

Marinette has walked into a surreal reality where Adrien says a) that he was in love with Ladybug and she was Ladybug. And b) tells her that he would have asked her out on a date had he had known she liked him. Though she’s across the ocean right now, Marinette is pretty sure Alya’s so-called “Adrienette” meter is going haywire.

He laughs. “Well, she totally occupied my heart when I was fifteen, but I was really...drawn to you. I really wanted you to like me after we first met and, well, looking back on it, a lot of things make sense.”

“That I was an awkward dork?” she remarks.

Without skipping a beat, Adrien deadpans, “No, that you had a crush.”

Well, that did it. Marinette can no longer deal with anything so she just buries her face in her hands. “Oh my goodness, I never should have told you…”

“No, no! I’m glad you did,” he says, prying her hands away. His voice is soft and kind, much like the breeze that swirls around them.

When she looks up at him, he smiles and the seeds he’s planted in her heart take stronger root and grip the soil of her soul. “So glad. It makes me feel warm and happy and, well, no one has ever made me feel like this before you, Marinette. I’ve never felt this happy before because of a woman. Maybe a girl when I was younger, but definitely not because of a woman.”

Marinette blanks for a moment and—wow. He can’t just say things like that, right? That’s totally unfair. But he did and she feels warm too and happy so she leans her head against his chest and doesn’t care about the consequences. “This is the exact reason why we needed professionals to even get married. We’re...kinda terrible at dating.”

He wraps an arm around her slowly, hesitant but willing to go forward. “Yeah, I’m awful at it, but...I’m really glad you’re my wife. Makes it a lot easier that I know you.”

“I’m glad you’re my husband too, Adrien. Makes it less scary.”

He rests his head against hers and they both enjoy the view of the shimmering lake for a couple of minutes together in the silence. “Okay, I think enough of the mushy stuff. It’s my turn to ask a question, I believe.”

“Mmmhmm. Shoot.”

He pulls back slightly and averts his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

Marinette balks. “I thought you said no more mushy stuff!”

Fishing into his pocket, Adrien grabs his cellphone again. “But the extra credit says that if we work on physical intimacy, we’ll get gold stars.”

“Oh, so you only want gold stars, huh?”

“No,” he admits. “I also want to kiss you again. We...we only kissed on our wedding day and I really liked when you pulled me down for a kiss. That was—well, that was,” his voice dips lower, “attractive.”

Marinette forgets to breathe before breaking out in giggles, from nerves she’s sure, when she hears ringing echoing not too far away. Looking to the source of the sound, she sees some school aged kids with big signs further down the dock and people jumping into the freezing water. A mischievous idea strikes her then.

“Sure, husband,” she says. “You can kiss me again. On one condition.”

Adrien grins. “What?”

Gesturing to the lake, she smirks. “Take a dip lakeside, why don’t you?”

“Wh-what?”

Marinette laughs. “I’ll even do it with you! It looks like it’s for charity! C’mon! The first one in gets a kiss for their reward!”

“Um! I don’t really think this is actually for charity, Marinette!”

She beams over her shoulder and shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not, but look at the sign! People jumping into the lake. Put money in the jar and bam, off you go! That’s why there’s a polar bear. It looks fun! ”

“...a polar bear?”

She shoots him a look. “Uh, yeah. Because you plunge into the freezing water like a polar bear.”

They approach the kids—two boys, dressed warmly in their winter coats, sitting in lawn chairs with the big sign—as Marinette struts confidently while Adrien relishes how his wife is definitely fire—always changing, roaring bright and sometimes dim.

Ironically and comically enough, it’s easy for a fire to snuff out when the four of them realize they don’t all speak the same language. Even an odd game of charades doesn’t help, for neither Marinette nor Adrien are great at Danish and really aren’t understanding these “sounds like” cues. Like at all. But a lightbulb goes off as one boy takes out his phone and starts typing away.

Through a swift exchange of Google Translate, they do learn that it’s kinda for charity: to help get the kids to Ireland for a school trip. And names. The taller one is Emil while the smaller one is Jakob. Adrien didn’t need a translation to see that they thought Marinette was pretty, both boys grinning madly and speaking a few phrases in English.

“Beautiful girl.”

“Pretty lady.”

Marinette blushes and combs some air behind her air, whispering to Adrien. “I hope they know I don’t speak English.”

Adrien nudges her playfully. “Yeah, but you know what they’re saying is true.”

Taking pity on their very empty jar, Adrien pulls out his wallet, trying to find some krona—or really, any type of cash—when a very folded piece of paper slips and falls to the ground. Emil picks it up and gasps, thrusting it into Adrien’s hands just quickly. At the sight of bright purple, Marinette pokes him.

“What in the world are you doing carrying around a 500 note?!”

“I, uh...I forgot it was in there?

“You just...keep 500 notes in your wallet. Like whatever?”

“...Father always said never to leave the house with less than a thousand euros?”

Marinette takes a deep breath of air, not knowing exactly what to say, her mouth pinched together and she looks likes she’s forgetting to breathe. After a few seconds, she lets out a shaky breath. Holding up the finger to the boys to wait for a few moments, she pulls Adrien further down the dock out of earshot.

“It...it didn’t hit me till now that I married a very rich man…”

Adrien plays with the hair peeking under his hat, “Yeah. I don’t...I mean, I thought the private plane was enough to tip you off, but yeah.”

She shoots him a confused look before realization strikes. “You own that plane?! Like you have enough money to own. A. Plane. Your own plane. I knew you hired the pilot, but when you said he’s an Agreste family pilot, I thought you meant one you used often!”

“Uh, I do? He flies our planes?”

“Planes?”

“Well...I own a few...actually. Like, I think… five?”

He counts them in his head. There’s the one with the red stripe, the all-white one, the one with super nice black seats, the super old one, the—

“You think?”

After careful consideration, he nods. “Yeah.”

“I married someone who doesn’t know how many planes he owns,” she breathes, her hands winding to twist her hair. “What in the world?”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

He has to know. His heart is beating faster the more Marinette becomes bewildered and he didn’t realize that money would be an issue because he was taught that having money was a security. She should feel safe, right?

“No...just very baffling!” she says. Her tone is shrill as she starts to rant. “I own a Vespa and my parents have two cars: a delivery truck and a personal car and—we own no planes!”

“Marinette—”

“You own a fashion empire, Adrien. Of course, you’d have planes! You own an empire and I only have a little boutique and—”

“Marinette.”

His wife is like a flame, sometimes larger than life and her fires burn her skin. Sometimes gentle and kind as she warms you on cold nights. And now, sometimes low and about to be snuffed out because security usually comes when you’re not comparing two entirely different situations.

“You’re just always so—so—”

He touches her elbow. “Hey, please breathe.”

She snaps her attention to him, her blue eyes hazy with adrenaline before she sucks in a deep breath. Slowly, she lets it out and swallows.

“I’m breathing.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. She isn’t upset at him, he realizes. She’s overwhelmed and that’s understandable. He thinks he would be too if learned he married someone extremely wealthy. After all, she has a point. He doesn’t even know how many planes he actually has.

“How about we pay these kids handsomely, jump for some god awful reason into the freezing water, and first one gets a kiss. We can talk about my finances anytime, but let’s have fun for now, ‘kay?”

She nods slowly and tugs on her braid that’s flopped over her shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. This is our honeymoon. Let’s have fun.”

Feeling brave, he steps forward and presses his lips to her forehead. “Good.”

Before she can say anything, he steps away and walks back over the lawn chairs, the boys watching his every move like hawks. Flashing them a grin, he unfurls the 500 note from his hand and tucks it into their very empty jar. Emil and Jakob stare more intently at the money than they did at him before they rush to try and take it out, attempting to put in Adrien’s hands. He laughs, resisting by shoving it back in the jar.

“For Ireland,” he says.

Silence envelops them for a few seconds before the boys start jumping up and down, hollering with glee. They grab onto Adrien, then Marinette as she comes back over, making them both partners in a victory dance.

“Okay, okay!” Adrien says. He gestures to the sign. “Polar bear?”

“Polar! Bear! Polar! Bear!” Emil and Jakob chant, rushing to grab some spare clothes from the boathouse a few feet away.

It’s haphazard and random, but a few baggy tshirts and some trunks later, both Adrien and Marinette stand at the edge of the dock, starting to shiver in the freezing weather. The lake is grey, the water moving calmly in one direction.

“This was a stupid idea,” Marinette’s teeth chatters.

“Wife, this was your idea.”

She bumps into him. “And you’re my supporting my idea!”

“Eh, I’ve always been more a support character than a true tank.”

“Was that—did you—” Marinette begins to question, but—

—Adrien pushes her in, her screams accompanying her as she splashes into the water.

He jumps right after her, the water biting in his skin like a million needles. This was a really stupid idea , he thinks, finding it hard to breathe. He aggressively kicks to the surface and grabs hold the first ring of the wooden ladder. Marinette, to his surprise, is already almost over the ladder when the boys hand her a big fluffy towel and usher her inside the little boathouse. They do the same for him just as quickly, bringing him inside too to join his bride to escape being sopping wet and freezing cold

Thankfully, there are a few heaters set up, and their dry clothes are warming next to them. The boys swiftly close the door to not let any of the heat out. Needless to say, he feels like maybe 500 was a tad bit too much for the experience, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

They stand alone in the boathouse, the heaters crackling with warmth. There is a silence that stretches between them before she speaks. “You pushed me in.”

He freezes, hoping that she isn’t too mad. “Yes. Yes, I did,” he affirms before stepping closer. “I really wanted to kiss you.”

Marinette’s huddled sopping wet under her big fluffy towel, pulling it closer around her neck. “You were going to kiss me regardless of who jumped in or not.”

Adrien shrugs his shoulders before letting his towel drop. He’s still cold, but it doesn’t matter. Clothes sticking awkwardly to him like a second skin, but it doesn’t matter. “I wanted to give you that kiss.”

Gently, he rests one hand on her hip before cupping her cheek with his other one. His heart thuds in his chest when she leans into his touch. His thumb absentmindedly strokes her cheek as he leans in. “Can I?”

Marinette’s words puff against his skin. “Can you what?”

He grins and moves closer still, his nose brushing against hers. “Can I kiss my wife, please?”

Her breath ghosts against Adrien’s. “I would like that very much…”

Her lips are chapped from the cold, but under her touch, he feels like there is a sun circling his heart. It’s new, it’s his. This feeling—well, it’s really hers. She was chosen for him. To maybe fall in love with. And maybe he might because—

He finds himself falling into her kiss, the way her towel drops as she throws her arms around his neck and nips at his bottom lip. He pulls her closer to his body, pressing as close as possible, wanting her warmth to spread over him like how the sun inside him dances in his veins.

He breathes and she’s his breath. Marinette is filling his lungs and he squeezes her tighter, wanting her to hold him just as closely because he doesn’t want to breathe at all if she’s not his air.

Her tongue strokes the part of his lips and—

There’s a knock at the door.

“Hello? Bonjour?”

Adrien groans as he feels Marinette shake with laughter. He buries his forehead in the crook of her neck while she shouts. “Be right there!”

Marinette smooths her hands over his wet hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Pulling back she cups his face and grins.

“Let’s get dressed and head back, ‘kay?”

He nods, his face flushed and his heart pounding because—

—wow, she’s really his.

They awkwardly say goodbye to Emil and Jakob, the two kids who can’t help but making kissy noises as they walk back towards the inn. The couple wears matching blushes, but it doesn’t matter. This time they are walking hand in hand, enjoying peaceful company and stolen glances as snow starts to drift from the sky and the sun sets in the early afternoon.

It’s wondrous and new, the way the pink sky reflects off the glowing snow.

“Tell me a secret,” Adrien says.

Homework and extra credit buzz in his mind, but he needs no gold stars to motivate him this time. Not when there’s something happening. Something magical. Something wonderful.

Maybe it’s because the sun is setting and it’s barely past three in the afternoon and maybe it’s because it’s the second time he’s kissed Marinette and maybe it’s because nothing makes sense and that’s the best thing to ever happen since he was a superhero.

Because being a superhero didn’t make any sense either.

Not by a long shot.

Through her mittens, her fingers drum against the back of his hand.

“A secret?”

“Yes. I’ve just been talking about me and, well, I want to know more about you too.”

Adrien catches their reflections in a store window and enjoys the way they look side by side. His tall frame next to her smaller one, her hand in his. He feels his heart skip a beat.

“I mean, compared to you, what would there really be to tell? I’m just...Marinette,” she trails off, her eyes fixated on the ground.

He shakes his head. “No, you’re not just Marinette . You’re more than that. And you’ve got to have some sort of secret.”

She smiles and it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I mean, I do, but the only thing I can think of is something that you might be mad about….”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

She hesitates.“It’s not an issue anymore, but important. You’ll know why when I tell you...but do you promise?”

She says it so seriously, but he doesn’t know what she’s thinking, her gaze back on the ground. He feels a little cold without her eyes on him.

“I..of course, I promise,” he says, giving her hand a little squeeze. “You know I didn’t mean like a deep dark secret, I was just being silly.”

“Oh.”

She says it so quietly, his heart twists. Tugging on her a little bit, he says. “But, if you want to tell me, I’d love to hear.”

Marinette opens her mouth, but then closes it, shaking her head. “Can I tell you another time then...I just...it’s a big one and wow, I didn’t realize you meant something small and ugh, I’m awful at this.”

“No, you’re not!” he tells her, stopping them. Around them, snow starts to fall, but this time they don’t have an umbrella to break the tension. They only have each other. “You’re awesome at this,” he says. “This is really new and really fast and I don’t need to know your whole life story right now. We’ve been married for like...two days. If even! So, can you at least answer this instead?”

Marinette’s mouth twists, like she’s being stubborn.“What?” Well, Adrien thinks, she is kinda stubborn.

Without letting it deter him, he asks her with a lopsided grin. “Do you like spending time with me?”

She stills for a moment. “Wha—of course! Of course, I love spending time with you!”

And there is she is, back to being a roaring flame that’s gentle and kind and refuses to be snuffed out for whatever reason. This is the Marinette that Adrien likes best, he thinks. He’s still learning, but so far she’s his favorite.

“See, then everything’s okay because I love spending time with you too.”

She ducks her head away and doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t either, so they enjoy the comfortable silence that falls over them as they turn the corner. Up the street, Little Faroe Inn is in the distance, but instead they zigzag through the streets and take the long way around.

Marinette hums, breaking the silence with her spoken thoughts. “You know, when we get back to France, I think...I think I’m going to introduce you to my most precious person sometime.”

“Are...are you talking about Alya? I know her. Like really well.”

“No, silly. I love her even more than I love Alya. She’s...she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Um.

What?

“...Not that I’m saying I have a problem with this at all,” Adrien treads carefully, because is she saying what he thinks she’s saying? Because if she is, oh god . “But you know how curiosity kills the cat?”

“Yes?”

“Are you, maybe, kinda, possibly,” he gulps, “talking...about a child?”

Marinette doesn’t say anything, her expression falling flat. Her mouth moves as if she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. Like she doesn’t know how to explain...

Marinette has a kid. She had a kid. A child. Her own child—

“Uh. What?”

“Because if you are, that’s totally fine! I just need a second to process that because—”

“Adrien, hold on a second!”

“—kids are super cool. But a lot of work and holy shit, does that mean I could be their dad? Oh my god, Marinette...I think I’m having a panic attack.”

He’s totally having a panic attack, he thinks. His stomach is twisting into knots and he feels like he’s about to throw up. Just this time no jellybeans were involved in the making of this meltdown.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“I don’t have to be their dad right away, right?” he asks urgently, his eyes going wide. “I could just be like—a cool Uncle Adrien married to their mom because, Marinette, I hate to break it to you, but my track record with families is kinda...well, it’s fucked up and you have a whole kid and I’m just—I still eat cereal at midnight, Marinette!”

Seriously, the night before the wedding he was doing just that!

“Adrien, just let me explain so—” her hands are tugging on his, but it’s no use.

"A whole kid. Oh god. Am I hyperventilating? I think I'm hyperventilating. I can't be a dad, I'm not even thirty yet, oh god, what are we going to do?"

“Oh my god, Adrien,” she snaps. “I don’t have a kid!”

“...you...don’t?”

She lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs her forehead. “Not that I know of! I just—I’ve been talking about my friend who is like…let’s say a very hip old lady and she’d love to meet you. That’s all. And also, I don’t think you noticed this, but I’m the type of person to sign up for an arranged marriage study because I suck at dating.” Absentmindedly, she adds with a mutter, “And one night stands.”

That catches his attention.

“What? One night stands?”

And this is when he realizes that they’re sitting on a bench. Marinette is beside him and props her elbows on her thighs, looking off into the distance.

“...Maybe a handful of times. They weren’t my thing, you know. And they always ended terribly!” she laughs. “Like once, before anything happened, I punched the guy by accident and had to take him the ER. When we got there, I forgot his name and basically just called him like...John Doe.”

“You punched your...hook-up?” he asks, his head tilted to the side.

“Yes. Totally square in the face,” she sighs. “He went to get a glass of water and I went to undress but I was drunk, right? And I forgot that I was supposed to be hooking up with this dude and so when I heard the door open as I’m taking off my top, my gut reaction is to freaking attack people.”

“Oh my god, Marinette. I swear I’m not laughing at you, but oh my god this is hilarious! My wife is a weapon.”

“Yeah, so,” she rolls her eyes and leans back against the bench seat. “Alya banned me from racy hookups after that because I was not to be trusted with strangers. For their safety!”

Leaning against her, he asks. “Do you think I’ll be safe with you?”

She gives him a sidelong glance and grins. “Ah, I think you have a good chance of not getting obliterated. I mean, it’s not like I’m like a black belt in wing chun or anything.”

“You’re a black belt?!”

“I said I’m not! Silly, I’m a blue belt,” she says. “Anyway, do you feel better? Not freaking out anymore about my nonexistent kid?”

“Yeah, I am. Sorry I freaked?” he apologizes.

“Don’t be. I have… Well, I’m anxious too, if you can’t tell. Like all the time. So, it’s whatever..”

“Then maybe we should relax when we get back, yeah? Watch a movie or something?”

“Maybe watch the snowfall too?”

“Anything you’d like. This is our honeymoon after all.”

She blinks before standing up and reaching for his hand. Adrien can’t help but follow.

“You know, my dad said something really sweet before we left.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that he always knew that I was going to marry you. Somehow, some way. Ever since you came to my house to play video games. He just knew.”

“Really?” he wonders, feeling happiness bubble inside his chest.

“Uh-huh,” she nods and swings their arms wildly. “My dad also knew he was going to marry my mom the moment he saw her. They went to the same culinary school, but were always in different classes. It wasn’t until there was a school wide competition that my dad finally got the balls to talk to her. He asked her if she wanted to compete with him and my mom was like…’um, do I know you?’

“And here’s my dad, grasping at straws and he just blurts, ‘I heard you’re really good at making pies’ and my mom was so flattered because pies are her speciality and that’s how they started talking. A few years later they got married and opened up the bakery. And then I came along eventually.”

The story sinks in, the warm feeling expanding to his bones.“Your parents are really happily married. It’s nice.”

Really, really nice.

“Yeah,” she hums. “It is. They’re real proof that marriage is totally worth it and, well, I hope maybe we can have what they have...if we’re lucky,” she adds quietly.

Adrien feels like he’s going to explode when he wraps an arm around her, trying to keep her close as they walk up the steps of the inn.“I’d like that.”

And Adrien has never felt more at home when she snakes an arm around him too, answering in kind.

“Good. Me too.”

Me too.

Wow! So much happened in this chapter. It sure was thought rambally. like dear lord. I would like to thank my betas @sarahcada and @booksfullofme for their wonderful work per usual.

I couldn't get these two kids to stop talking. LIKE AT ALL. at all. No reveals this chapter, but now you know that this is the next bet that Plagg was talking about last chapter. Yay!

Anyway, for a life update, my mom is doing better! She's getting treatments for the next few weeks so I'm very happy and excited. Work is crazy but I've settled into my roll being an opener. Waking up at five am isn't fun, but I do get to get off work early lmao.

Thank you for all the likes and reblogs!

Until next time!

P.S. Here's a hint for next chapter (hopefully): #drunk_reveal

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Part II: Thee Most Terrifying Night Of My Life...Reuploaded

From there, it took R another 5 mins to return, and no sooner had concerned boy left than a tall blonde with a redish orange braw that nicely matched her nails I might add, came over and plopped herself down in R’s spot. This–was my breaking point, because I actually began to shake, and apologized to the young lady (who I very soon found out was named H), saying, “My friend will be back soon. He has—that he–he has…I’’m sorry I’m not good at this, and I’m panicking.” She proceeded to tell me that she wanted to talk with me, not my friend, and that this talk was free of charge, so no worries. I apologized again and offered my hand, introducing myself, which was stupid cause I almost gave her my full name, and I remembered someone once upon a time saying to never give too much info of yourself up. During this little realization, she had introduced herself as H, and we were still holding hands, or more accurately I was practically clinging to her’s with a death grip, which as soon as I realized, I let go, apologized again, confessed that I didn’t know the correct etiquettes and asked her what I should do, than I proceeded to be a weirdo and answered my own question by going, “Oh!…Should I buy you a drink?” She said something about that I could, but that she already had 5 free drinks on the house that she could get whenever and I went from slightly excited stressed back to, OMG WHAT THE FUCK AMI DUEN HERE!?? It was probably amazing to watch the switch happen on my face, cause she laughed, I apologized, Again, and than oh god finally! R returned! I thought she would turn her attention onto R, which I was A-OK with, and was planning on making a mad dash around them for the restroom when she offered to give me a–a private dance….To be honest, after that moment, I kind of had to go into auto pilot. She took my hand, cause I think I said ok, but than I didn’t go with her because R stopped us to give me the money, and I used that as an excuse to take my hand back. So I took the money, walked behind H, she lead me to some man who I handed over the forty dollars to, and it wasn’t until we were behind the giant black curtain, my hand somehow back in her’s, that I registered was kind of dance I had agreed to. It was a 4 dancer, with the last 2 being topless. I was on the verge of tears when H let me pick were I wanted to be, so I then led us into a booth like area, in the far back, near a curtain exit, where no one could really see us or me them. Very thankful for that corner, and with that done, I not knowing what to do, sat down, smoothed my dress out, placed my hands in my lap, and crossed my ankles. I was in guard mode still, leave me be. H elegantly sat next to me, somehow making it look graceful, even though the shoes she was wearing gave her an extra foot of heigh. Seriously, it was a long ways down to sit, plus it was dark, and god only knew what she could trip over. Back on point, I was panicking, on full guard mode, and H was being very nice and patient with me and my random shivers of terror. At first she simply sat next to me, doing small talk, and than she got down to business, the shoes came off (not mine her’s), she placed my hands to the sides of my body, moved my legs apart a bit, and proceeded to dance–-around me. But she kept prompting me to talk so I told her a little about myself and somehow we ended up on books, and this is a summery of what I can remember of how it went down: I told her that I had read At Her Feet, which was a bdsm lesbian romance book, but that I was only reading it for fun, I wasn’t into that, and that I really loved romance books, especially lesbian once, cause I was a lesbian, and this was my friends way of celebrating me being an out and proud lesbian, and no I didn’t go too Pride this year and oh she knew about Sarah Waters! Something to do with my sister and that time with a tree, onward of how I loved the book Fingersmith, no I hadn’t read all of Sarah Water’s books, I really should though, but I also watched Fingersmith the movie and really loved it–and oh look! Her breast were suddenly no longer in their bra. At the presence of her breasts, I shut down again and looked everywhere else other than her chest because I was a lady and WA! Her breast almost grazed my face and I literally tried to pull a disappearing act into the seat, but of course it didn’t work and I had to blink rapidly in order not to cry. From there she mentioned my dress and phone matching and I thanked her, before she dropped suddenly down to her knees, startling me, and grabbed a small mouth full of the hem of my dress, nibbling on it, raising it up my legs, which in turn made me panic more and I tried to close my legs WHILE she was still between them, before I got a whiff of her perfume and politely, with a butt load of anguish asked what the name of it was, and what exactly the smell was. Because it really did smell wonderful and it was soothing my nerves, but I was also trying to halt her process with–biting my dress and raising it up. She graciously offered up the information, letting me know it was sandalwood and marshmallows; an odd combination but it worked well, especially on her. After that she rose to her natural full heigh, grabbed a bar that apparently was behind and above my head, swung herself up onto my booth chair and proceeded to–to do a thing with her pelvis in my face. It was so left field that I’m sure I received whiplash with how quickly I threw my head back and into the cushion, trying to avoid her pelvic bone. But before I could really react in any more of a negative manner, the dance finally came to a close, which I apologized for, than I thanked her, asked how I could leave, and made a quick retreat to R, who happened to be near the ATM machine, which coincidentally happened to be very close to the exit. The urge to flee was strong and almost unbearable at this point, but I refused to give in, yet. Once safely near the ATM, I made sure to put the exit door in my sights to the left, the ATM to my right, and the wall to my back. Only realizing once I was safe, that R had a young pixie lady with him, and I had left H behind, without helping her get those stupid shoes back on or even waiting for her. I was so rude to her that I actually almost went back just to give her another apology, but this one more heart felt, and a 20. Wisely though, I had handed over my money to R so he could keep track of it for me, but than he left to go have his dance, and I slunk back into the main room, avoiding eye contact, and all the men around. To Be Continued In Part 3!

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A Bittersweet Story: Iris (Ch.3)

3, 2, 1. The Clock Ticks.

I blink awake as the cool sun streams through the blinds of my room. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to go back to reality just yet.

I sigh when I only see the black goo that covers my mind. The room is dark even though the sun silently makes its way to each corner of the room. I pear out of my window; cold and grey, yet the sun is still shining. I make my way into the bathroom and shower before I check out the closet. It’s small, but just slightly larger than the one I had at home. There are only a pair of loafers, a black jacket, and the grey and white school uniform in it.

When I exit my room a smell of toast fills my nose. On the table I see a plate of toast with butter and jam and orange juice next to it. As I move closer to it, I see a note reading “Eat” on top of the plate. I slightly smile.

“Told you he’s nice.” Abigail mutters.

“He just toasted some bread for her. Not that big of a deal.” William grumbles.

“Better than nothing.” Abigail smirks as I begin to spread butter onto the toast. It tastes burnt.

“Now then, in leaue of it being the start of Remembrance Month, today we shall read about the Legend of the Lost Couple.” Mr. Evry sparkles as he quickly writes the title and page number on the board. My mouth parts in shock to hear Mr. Evry’s surprisingly seductive, deep voice. Another person I can hear, I think. The class goes into an uproar of what I can only interpret as groans.

Hikaru groans next to me. I turn my head to look at him. “What's Remembrance Month? What’s the legend about?” I ask him.

“Oh!” Mr. Evry gasps when he hears my voice. He quickly smiles and almost seems to dance his way towards me. “I’m so happy you asked Ms. Vivienne!”

“Now you did it.” Hikaru mutters as I hear my classmates give out similar hollers. I look at Hikaru questioningly, but then turn my attention to Mr. Evry waiting for him to answer me.

Mr. Evry smiles as he begins, “Remembrance Month is to honor and remember the first civil war of our kind. The legend is a tale that has been told throughout the ages. It's a love even stronger than thee Wiliam Shakespeare could have wrote! A long time ago when the discovery of magic and abilities first existed there were two lovers. The male came from the human world and the female came from the land of the Gods.

These two happened to meet at a ball designed for the beings known as the Elements because, you see, the two of them had similar elemental powers-“

“Ice and water.” Hikaru interrupts.

“Yes, ice and water.” Mr. Evry glares at Hikaru before continuing. “Because of their type of powers, experts believe that is why this couple ended up falling in love with each other. No one really knows. But, after the second ball of the Elements known as the beginning of the Dark Era the couple suddenly disappeared, vanished into thin air!” Mr. Evry uses his hands to help visualize them ‘vanishing in thin air.’

“There are some theories to what happened to them.” Mr. Evry starts.

“Of course there are.” William snorts. ”That we died. Were in hiding and died. A Power found us and killed us. Yadda, yadda, yadda.” He mimics Mr. Evry trying to emphasis the point that all the historians believed the couple died, he was right. Everything that William stated, Mr. Evry states with a dramatic tone.

“But,” Mr. Evry smiles, “there is also one theory... that the two of them were killed, yet saved somehow inside of the man’s friend. It was a well-known fact that his friend was actually the last dragon. And a dragon holds very mysterious powers that even scientists nowadays can’t understand. I prefer this theory.”

“Why?” I ask as I listen intently to his story.

Mr. Evry stares at me. He shows me a small, sad smile. “It means somehow, somewhere they are together alive and living happily with one another.”

I descend back into the goo of my mind when Mr. Evry finishes. I neither hear nor see anything. I stare silently at the three in my mind. The couple and the friend.

There is no bell that sounds the alarm, but the school’s halls fill with students heading towards the cafeteria. I slosh along with them. As soon as we walk into the cafeteria the lunch vending machines are attacked by hungry students. I get passed back and forth until I reach one of them. I push another random button, still not able to read the haze of words. Not caring what I got, I jump into the line of students heading to find a seat.

I feel a hand pull on me and lead me out of the line toward a row of lunch tables. As soon as the person and I escape the crowd I’m able to see it is Ichi pulling me.

“It’s crazy here in lunch time, huh?” He laughs as he pulls us toward a table housing four people. We stop in front of the table and I’m able to see that the four people are Hikaru, the two people that helped me yesterday, and a man I don’t know.

Ichi smiles at the people before he places me in the seat opposite of them. He sits next to me as he introduces everyone. “Everyone this is Vivienne. Vivienne you already know Hikaru.” He motions his hand as he shows me Hikaru. “The boy next to him is Christopher Gibbons and the girl is Chrys Anne Grunwald. Both of them are your age and same class. The guy next to them is Gerrit Lukas Grunwald. He’s part of the college department with me.”

All of them, except Hikaru, wave and smile at me. All of them say things to me, but it only comes as jumbled noise. I cringe in distaste with what the goo is doing to me.

I see Ichi stare at me before he motions to the three to stop talking. All three of them stop before Hikaru laughs. “Still useless?”

“Hikaru!” Ichi snaps at him.

“What? It’s true isn’t it? She can’t hear anyone and you still can’t even see in that gunk. Whenever I look at her, she seems like a mindless zombie.” Hikaru bites into a meat bun. “She’s completely filled with that nasty gunk just because her family died! So, what? She’s not the only one who’s lost their family. Just get over it!”

“Hikaru!” Ichi yells louder at Hikaru.

I bite my lip and finally look at the food that I chose: pancakes, my sister’s favorite. I feel the tears forming as flashes of memories of my sister fill my mind.

“Don’t cry, Vivienne.” William coos to me.

“Mistress, please don’t cry.” Antoinette’s eyes begin to water as she tries to soothe me.

I cross my eyebrows as I dig into my meal, trying to savor each and every bite. The pancakes are warm and fluffy, filled with a delicious maple syrup. As usual, the center is the softest and the best part.

“It tastes salty.” I murmur, mainly to myself.

“I’m sorry he said that.” Ichi places his hand on my shoulder. I look at him and see his eyes looking deep inside of me. He must have seen my thoughts, I think as I look around the table. Only he, Gerrit, and I are left at the table.

“Hikaru left and the others went after him. He’s a really sweet kid. It’s just ever since his power awakened he’s constantly on edge. And for some reason he’s been even more aggravated recently. So… sorry.” Ichi sweetly smiled, trying to let me know that both of them really meant no harm.

I simply gave a small nod and look back at my now empty plate. “Do.. do you know what’s aggravating him?” I ask as I point to his head, asking if he’s seen anything in Hikaru’s head.

He shakes his head. “Hikaru’s mind is almost like yours. It’s too thick to find the real problem. Something is always blocking me from seeing everything in that vast mind of his.”

I bite my lip and then remember that Gerrit is still with us. I look up at him. “So, what’s your ability?”

He smiles and responds to me in a murmured mess. I pout and look at Ichi for his response.

“He said he doesn’t have one.” Ichi looks at Gerrit before looking back at me. “But, he’s basically waiting to see if his will awaken anytime soon. He and his sister, Chrys, were brought here seven years ago. Her powers awakened and since they’re twins the Superiors believe that he should somehow get a similar power, but others say she may have gotten all the power capability out of the two since he hasn’t shown any sign of power activity. So, just like you, he’s here to wait and see if any powers will pop up.”

I look at Gerrit. He notices my gaze and smiles at me. “Wait. He’s a twin with Chrys, but isn’t he in the college department?”

“Ah. Yes. Even though he looks like an easy-going, down-to-earth guy, he’s actually extraordinarily smart. So he was able to jump… 5 years?” He looks at Gerrit for his agreement. Gerrit nods. “The principal of the school lets him stay because of his intelligence and helpfulness to the school. Also, the principal likes it when there are siblings or family members coming here. It helps bring a more ‘family feeling’ to the school. His top priority is to have the students be comfortable and happy.” Ichi smiles as he takes my plate and puts it on his. “Come, we don’t want you to be late for class.”

I sit and stare out the window of our classroom. The math teacher has caught a flu, so our class is doing a self-study session even though most of the class decided to take this time to chat and hang out with friends. All I can hear from them is a murmured mess, so I decided to sit and listen to the sweet songs coming from the bird nest next to the classroom’s window. Hikaru is missing, but Christopher and Chrys are studying silently together. Chrys spots me looking their way and smiles. I give a simple nod back and look back at the birds.

“It was raining yesterday, but it’s so sunny today…” I mumble to myself.

I close my eyes and listen to the sweet harmony the birds make. A silent humming starts to entangle with the bird’s song. Deep, sweet, and calming. It begins to fill my entire head as I begin to hum along. I smile as I finally see William humming to me. He smiles back at me as he shows me a slow dance. Step, step, twirl, step.

He closes his eyes as he glides through the frosted goo in my head. His hair glistens with each twirl he makes. He stops and suddenly looks past me. His mouth parts open. “…No.”

“Open your eyes, now!” Abigail screeches at me; it sounded almost as if she was standing next to me. I quickly wake up and take huge gasps of air. I look to the birds and see that the tree branch they are on is completely iced over. I can see each breath that I take forming a slight fog as I try to calm myself. I look back into the class, no one else has noticed. I get up from my desk and head to the door. As I reach the door, it slams open.

Hikaru stands in front of me short of breath. I notice three black and red earings shining brightly on his right ear. He looks down at me, his eyes burning with fire. “Was it you?” He talks to me through his teeth. “Did you hear me? Was it you?” He yells at me and throws me back.

I cringe as I feel my spine harshly makes contact with the ground. “Ah!” I gasp as Hikaru lifts me up to his face by grabbing my collar. “Did you use that power?” He stares intently into my eyes, seeking answers that I am too confused to answer.

I press my eyes shut wanting to hide from this scary event. I feel his hand burn on the parts of my skin that he touches. I feel the heat of his breath. I feel the fire burning with his intense stare. It’s excruciating. It’s horrifying. Everything… He is making everything melt away and now I feel it. That goo which was not a liquid; that goo which was put there for a purpose; that goo that was meant to protect my mind is finally melting away. That goo was his icy protection from the pain that he knew he had caused. William, the king of ice, was meant to be my second awakened power, but by saving my life from the fire that he fears most he has caused me to feel the fire that ice brings.

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