#a weird way to come out but it's okay i support you daniel

[motorcycleboy9]

could've just said that he and johnny are gay af no need to bring in the karate philosophy

#a weird way to come out but it's okay i support you daniel #this sounded way more intimate than whatever people would usually tell each other laying in the same bed #karate husbands lore #lawrusso #nickyapping

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter!

Part 16 omggg thank you guys for all your support, let me know what you guys think and if you think Leni is being annoying LMAO I love the interaction tho from you guys :) LINK to the previous part. Leni organises her sudden trip home in which Christian and Daniel have some complaints about. There seems to be no escaping Max however, after a shared bottle or two of champagne, surprise, surprise, all Leni’s plans may have just gone out the window…

“You’re going home? What to Monaco or England?” My dad frowned, as soon as I walked into the room. “England, yeah.” I nodded, taking my laptop off the side.

“When? When was this planned?” The crease in his brown only furrowed further. “Last night.” I chewed on the lolly stick that had been in my mouth for far too long. “Well are you coming to Vegas? With Geri?”

“Mm, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “What’s that?” A voice questioned. “Did I just hear you’re not coming to Vegas?” Daniel walked up from behind me, “I dunno, Daniel.” I laughed.

“Nah you can’t miss that.” My dad then spoke as I scrunched my nose. “Yeah but… I might be busy.” I pathetically lied.

“Yeah with gambling in Vegas.” Daniel commented as I smiled slightly. “Oh I don’t know Leni, if you do want to go home that bad then Max is flying to Monaco tonight, at least then you’re pretty much home. Why don’t you stay in Monaco?” No because Max is there who is the exact person I was supposed to be avoiding?

“Eh, I wanna go home.” I shrugged as both Daniel and my dad shared a funny expression. “Weird. But okay.” Daniel commented. “Only for a little while.” I felt my face heating up from their slight concern. “Well I’ll ask Max if you can go with him, I don’t want you travelling around the world by yourself-” fuck off-

“No, you don’t have to do that.” I shrugged as my dad pulled another funny expression. “Like, what if the jets already full.”

“It’s literally just Max and like two others going home.” He justified and I cringed. There truly was no getting out of this- so when I was clambering the steps up the jet I was feeling extra uneasy. I wasn’t the best traveller, and now I was virtually alone with Max, exactly what I was avoiding. I had no self control- the minute he came up behind me I thought I’d faint from nerves.

“How come you’re leaving so soon?” He questioned, taking my hand luggage out of my hand as he walked behind me up the stairs. “Oh- thank you..” I turned back down to him, clumsily, sliding against the metal of the stairs, before clambering my way back up again. I pulled a face, cringing from embarrassment one he couldn’t see.

“Uh, I just wanted to go home for a bit, see my friends, you know.” I shrugged, greeting the flight attendants who handed a glass of champagne as soon as we stepped onto the jet. Whilst that was luxurious, I could imagine it was a stupid idea- for me at least. The glass would be empty within 5 minutes.

“Are you not coming to Vegas?” Max questioned, putting my phone up in the storage above our heads, followed by his. I perched on one of the seats and he took the row beside me. My dad meant it when there was only two other people on the jet- it seemed they were pretty keen on catching sleep as soon as they hit the seats.

“I dunno, I think so.”

“What?” He bluntly spoke, turning to face me. I gazed back over to him with a gentle smile. “I probably will, Max.”

“Just wanna go home for a while?”

“Yeah, exactly.” I nodded along as he offered me another smile. A gentle one, understanding. I felt guilty for feeling how I did- I was scared. I knew Max would never hurt me, not when he was this kind and soft spoken- but still. My eyes landed on my glass and I took a couple swigs, finishing the liquid when the doors of the jet shut.

“Are you nervous?” Max then asked just as I was scanning out of the window. The sun was beginning to set, truthfully it looked beautiful- but I was always freaked getting on a flight.

“Can you tell?” I smiled as the woman topped up my glass, telling me to drink it quick before they took off. Max looked at his own, swigging it down before accepting his second refill.

“Well there’s nothing to be scared of… not with this anyway.” He lifted up the glass and I mimicked, swigging the expensive, fizzy drink. I offered him a gentle smile, eyes trailing over him before attempting to ‘relax’ back in my seat.

The whole take off I was gripping at the seat, scrunching my eyes closed. Being on a plane a lot smaller than I was used to, it seemed I could hear everything in the planes engines. It took me a couple moments to actually glance out the window, stunned at how far up we’d travelled so quick.

“You okay?” Max laughed from besides me, entertained by my freak out. He was perched on the edge of his seat, looking up from his phone, half concerned, half amused. “I think I need another drink…” I dramatically spoke, the Dutchman laughed again. “So it’s going to be that type of a flight?”

“It’s always that type of a flight for me.” My eyes squinted slightly as his smile grew. “Mind if I drink with you?”

“No, not at all.” I giggled. “We can celebrate your 17th win!” I shrugged, the bubbled already going to my head. The woman came back around, this time leaving us with the bottle of champagne. It reminded me of that night on the beach that Mad and I first sat and talked properly together. It was the night I allowed my crush to grow out of control. This time we sat together on two seats of his jet, it was the middle of the night and there was no reason to be so excitable. Max and I giggled, the over head light sending an orange glow over us as the two men in front of us attempted to sleep. “Sh.” I nudged him, the liquid had spilt down his top, he’d physically spat it out, choking from laughter when his mouth was too full from the liquid. (I may or may not have squeezed his cheeks together).

Max glanced towards the man who pressed his travelling pillow harder over his ear before spluttering out another laugh in my direction. I went to roll my eyes, before I could Max had thrown his remains of champagne over my chest and vest top. My eyes almost bulged out my head and I had to slap my hand over my mouth to avoid the screech of laughter that was about to leave my mouth.

“Max!” I gasped, attempting to stay quiet. This is when we got silly. I took my fuller glass and went to swill him, he pushed my hand away and instead it fell down the side of the seat, down his bare leg. He ‘pfffted’ out a laugh, pushing the liquid back towards me and causing it to spill again all down my front.

I gasped, glancing down myself before looking up to him again. He was giggling, overwhelmingly amused. At least it was his plane we were semi destroying. “Prick!” I whispered, glancing down myself. Thankfully I had my glass of water sitting on my tray, so I reached out, taking it and swilling him so quickly he could barely react.

“Le-” he went to cry out but gave up. This is when I burst out laughing much to the other two men’s dismay. Max touched my arm, unable to hold back his laughter, falling forwards half onto me in uncontrolled fits of giggles.

“We’re really annoying them now.” I whispered poking my head over the back of the chairs ahead of us. The men were frowning and covering their ears in annoyance. I switched the light off ahead of me and Max held his hand over his mouth. “Sh.” I playfully pushed at his knee, the alcohol giving me the buzz I needed to ignore all my issues.

“My clothes are so sticky.” I cringed, pulling at the wet material away from my boobs, my nipples and piercings were poking through and Max thought it was hilarious to turn the overhead cooler on. “No.” I stated firmly, switching it off and taking another swig of the champagne.

“Take them off.” Max shrugged as I met his gaze. “I’m sure they love it.” I teasingly nodded towards the two men. Max’s eyes glanced up from my boobs before laughing at my comment. “I’m sure you would too.” I perched on the edge of my chair.

“You know I would.” He smirked, fiddling with the bottom of his wet shirt. I gulped, grateful he wasn’t looking at me as I did so and glanced down over his face. Why did he have to be so attractive? It would be easier if he wasn’t.

“Max.” My voice fell to an amused laughter, feeling the sticky spray of champagne down my seat when I shuffled back. “Only telling the truth.” He shrugged as I smiled gently, blinking away from his face. His hand smoothed over the bare of my thigh and my stomach tingled and turned at the softness of his skin on mine.

“It would be comfier with it all off.” I half laughed, Max smiled and I watched the way his eyes fell to my lips. “Maybe I could if we were alone.” I don’t know what prompted me to say it, but Max was reaching out for my face, pulling my cheek in to kiss me with such desperation I could barely comprehend.

He struggled, pushing up the arm rest as he knelt on the plush chair, pushing me down gently against the wall of the plane. He was coming on strong- not forceful or weird, I liked it, the taste of alcohol on his lips was inviting and his tongue was warm across mine, hands smoothing over every inch of my body.

I pulled at his shirt, tugging him closer, he stumbled between my legs pressing himself up on the arm rest behind me as we made out like nobody else was on the plane. I could feel his heavy breath against my face, he’d pant every now and then and I was completely lost in the moment, slipping my hands under his shirt, until he swiped his hand, cupping over my clothed pussy. No, no. This is exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I broke the kiss, panting and meeting his eye in the dark surroundings, recognising properly where we were. “We can’t.” I whispered. Max glanced around sheepishly and pushed himself up. “Fuck. Should I just kick them off?” He joked and my eyes flickered to the bathroom.

No, Leni, no. Absolutely not.

“Wha- Leni.” Max began, turning to look back at the vacant bathroom. “Fuck, I don’t even care.” Max extended his hand and I glanced between it and the bathroom. Would one last time really hurt? Especially if we were wasted and it was in an aeroplane bathroom- surely that couldn’t count.

I took Max’s hand and followed him into the tiny bathroom, the tension hot and heavy between us, sneaking off in a hurried hush…

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[wonyui]

Carnival Games

SUMMARY Feeling bored and incomplete, Minji decides to skip studying for once and focus on the fun plans that her friends had made at the carnival. Not being the best shooter out there, she tries to win the teddy bear that had been left to complete her odd teddy collection just for it to end in complete failure. Almost giving up entirely and leaving with a frown, she finds herself watching the pro shooter beside her go for the teddy that she originally wanted.

Pairings: Kim!Minji x F!Reader

Genre: carnival setting, strangers to lovers(not really) au, romance, comedy-romance

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REBLOGS AND SUPPORT ON THE SERIES MASTERLIST THINGY MAJIGGY!! 💕 Here's to that, and cheers to 100+ followers 🤭💓

- silent add: I finished this when I was sleep deprived, so please lmk if there's any incorrect spelling 💔

WORD COUNT 3.8k

"Bro, I suck at these games, but how do you manage to not knock down at least one bottle?" Hanni half questioned and complained, causing Danielle to nudge her in order to shut her up.

Minji stared at her friends like a menace, even more terrifying when Haerin stared at them for no absolute reason. The sound of the toyish gun machine was the only thing she continued to hear, along with the disappointed sighs, for every time she missed a plastic bottle.

"Should we get more snacks? We could get a soft cold drink for her," Danielle whispered with care in her voice, but since she was a terrible whisperer, it caused Minji's hold on the toy gun to become stronger. "Yeah.. we are definitely going to the snack and drink bar. Minji, we'll be just over there if you decide to give up, okay?"

"Make sure there's ice in it, I can't stand drinks without ice in them!" Haerin looked over to her shoulders as she continued to make her way over to their new destination, her cute yet annoying stare creeping Minji out to the point Danielle had to stop the younger girl from staring.

It took over more than Minji's monthly allowance to finally realize that she needed to stop. Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough money to buy more stuff that intrigued her. Before walking over to join her friends who watched her while making conversations, a stranger took the spot next to her. The strong visuals of the stranger next to her gave her the sudden gay panic attack. Seriously, who knew it'd be a blissful night when all of a sudden you see a cute stranger? It's definitely a win for Minji.

"It's a struggle for beginners." The girl happily hummed, almost as though she was talking to Minji.

"Uh.." Minji awkwardly looked back to her friends, wondering if she should reply(if it was even for her).

Hanni shot a thumbsup, giving it as a sign for Minji to reply even though she didn't know the exact reason for why Minji was staring at them with a questionable look in the first place.

Danielle watched the whole thing, sending a frown at her fellow Australian friend. "Do you even know why she looked over at us?"

"Hey," Hanni shrugged, "anything is good when it comes to a pretty girl."

Hyein, the only 14 year old there, snorted. Acting as though she didn't beg her mom to join them in the first place. Perks come when your mom is a social person. Plus, they were all basically her older sisters, so it was a win-win situation(only for Hyein).

"Unless she told her to stop staring because it creeped her out!" Hyein stated proudly, giggling to herself afterward.

"Right, staring is weird." Haerin added quietly, causing the three of them to look at her to see if she was even joking.

-

Back to Minji. Iternally gay screaming out of her mind Minji. The awkward silence between her and the cute stranger in front of her made her suffocate. For some reason, she wanted to leave, but it'd also mean missing a chance on at least starting a conversation with you. Yeah, blame it on her half introverted when meeting strangers and half extroverted when cursing at her friends personality. It's truly a blessing for her.

"I'm thinking I should aim for the one on the right top and get 10 more points," you spoke out your thoughts, "but I already have more points needed for the prize I want and it wouldn't really matter anyways unless I want to impress the pretty girl besides me and get one for her too. Which one do you think I should go with?"

Minjo turned red the moment you finished your sentence—or question. She didn't really know, but all that matters was the fact that you had basically called her pretty. It was also smooth along the lines.

"Uhh.. I'd say pick your choice? I don't know." Shs quickly answered, biting her lips and cringing mentally for sounding too dry for her own liking.

"Pretty girl, it is." You smiled, aiming perfectly for the toy bottle.

The worker clapped, feeling proud of himself for setting up such an 'easy' game, blind to the fact that half the people who paid to play didn't really win because the bottles were far and not everyone had great vision. Also, because some had horrible control over their aiming.

"Could I get the teddy bear on the top, right?" You kindly asked as he sent a proud thumbs up. "Thanks."

Minji's eyes stayed on you, waiting for you to look back at her to start another conversation. You eventually did, holding onto the teddy bear that the worker had given you.

"Do you still want this?" The shock on her face made you giggle, turning her even more redder than before.

Nodding her head shamelessy, not because her collection was about to be complete but because you had gifted it to her with your own efforts, made everything about the teddy bear feel more special.

"SHE'S SINGLE BY THE WAY!" A loud voice coming over the snacks and drinks bar made you jump a little.

Judging from the way Minji glared at the pretty girl who proudly wore her bangs, they must have been close friends. The passerbys continued to walk after hearing the loud shout. It was gonna be a memorable moment to you, but for the shy girl in front of you, it was definitely gonna be an embarrassing memory for her.

"I'm Minji, by the way," you smiled and nodded, waiting for her to finish so you could introduce yourself. "And I'm very thankful for the uh.. teddy bear. Am I supposed to give something in return? Because.. I'd really love to, so I don't have to feel as though I'm in debt."

"Y/N, and if anything.. I don't really need anything in return!"

"No, no, I insist."

"No, it's fine!"

"No, like, I want you to ask for something in return. Don't make me feel guilty."

"Oh! Then would it be fine if I took some of your time? It'll be short since you clearly have friends over there waiting to hang with you." Minji looked over at her friends who immediately sent another thumbsup, mouthing the words "we don't mind!'' or "we don't care, just leave."

"It's a yes. Take as much time even. I think they'd be more happy that a stranger took me out of their sight.."

You chuckled. "Alright! Where to?"

-

"I'm so fucki— oh. Is it alright if I swear?" Minji asked all of a sudden, waiting for you to finish tossing the ring so you could answer.

"You're cute," you laughed, finding her question funny. "Yeah, I sometimes swear, so it's nothing new to my ears."

Minji flushed, feeling her ears turn red.

Ah.. maybe hanging out with a fourteen year old 24/7 got to me.

The odd feeling of someone staring at her made Minji look around to find the source, making eye contact with one of her friends all of a sudden. The glare that she sent wasn't obviously enough to scare them away.

"What are you doing?!" Minji mouthed.

Hanni grinned. Danielle looked away. Haerin continued staring, although her eyes had a glint of mischief. Hyein looked more busy trying to count the many licks it took in order to finish her questionably big lollipop.

"We came to spy on you guys for our own entertainment!" Hanni mouthed back.

"Something wrong?" You asked, noticing how badly frightened Minji looked.

Making sure to use her whole figure in order to block the other girls out from your view, Minji sent a soft smile. "I think we've had too much ring tossing! Why don't we try bean bag tossing?" It was too fast that you couldn't utter out a single word before Minji could drag you by the hand, making sure the other girls couldn't catch up.

"Should we tell her that we happened to find her by coincidence and played along with it?" Danielle asked, feeling worried. Mostly for you.

"Nah," Hanni grinned, "didn't you see the way they held hands? I'd say it was a successful plan."

"And we voted Haerin the most devious.." Danielle trailed off.

Haerin gasped in disbelief, not believing the fact that her friends would do such a thing. "Hey!— I may stare all of a sudden for no reason, but it's because her reactions are always funny. I don't have the brain to think of something like this."

"Woah dude, congrats." Hanni clapped all of a sudden.

"Your first words throughout the whole night! Maybe getting a girlfriend next is on the list?"

"I despise you." Danielle giggled at Haerin's reply, not noticing the lingering glance that Haerin sent before looking elsewhere the moment her brain woke up in realization.

-

Inhaling for air, you thanked Minji for giving the bottle of water. It was enough coming from her for making you run more miles than you expected.

"I'm sorry, I guess I was just excited to throw bean bags." Minji immediately apologized, looking for any signs of her friends.

Gathering enough air to talk, you pointed to where the bean bag tossing was actually located. "That's nice, but bean bag tossing is over there.." With a huff of annoyance at herself, Minji looked elsewhere to find any fun things the two of you could do together. "Hey.. this might sound crazy but are you down to use your legs paddle something? Well—it's not really paddling, but we're using our feets so basically, it is." "You mean you wanna hop on those boat paddlers after running a whole 6 minute run?" "I'm down if you're down." "Honestly that's crazy, but because you're down, I'm down."

"This was a bad idea." You undeniably admitted the truth.

Minji tried to reply, but she had to catch her breath. After regaining her energy(well, half of it, but nobody was gonna point that out), she sinked into her seat and sighed.

"Well, it was worth the amount of oxygen I needed," She too, admitted. "But hey, we have the best view right now."

If the two of you weren't facing the wrong direction, it would have been the best. Right now, it was a huge wall filled with horrible yet funny art. It looked like junk.

"Are we looking at the same thing?"

"Are we? I believe the view is pretty from my point of view." Finally realizing what she meant, you turned to make eye contact with the latter who wore a coy smile on her face. "So we definitely weren't looking at the same thing."

"I guess the cute shyness disappeared?" You grinned, feeling quite content at the moment. Also, the redness that crept up under your cheeks felt too overwhelming to control.

"Well," Minji clicked her tongue with a geeky smile forming afterward. "I definitely wouldn't pass on a great opportunity like this. Would you?"

Shaking your head at her question, it brought her a great amount of happiness. "Definitely not."

"You sound kinda wayyyy too experienced with that reply. Are you sure I wasn't the only girl you've flirted with?" She joked, feeling comfortable to joke with you this time.

It was a suggestive joke, too, giving you the opportunity to reply back with something more funny. Or maybe a pick-up line at that—she hoped.

"I'm not sure," you pretended to ponder, "was I the only girl you've flirted with too?"

Minji simply shrugged. "Never in my life. In fact, I think you raised my standards."

"Well then, to be honest," you shyly spoke this time, "I've never actually shot my shot and vice versa. It was always questionably a given whenever a person would come up and ask for my phone number."

"Maybe it's cause they don't have toy guns just laying around, waiting for someone to use them?" Minji joked, getting nudged by you. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, you wanted my phone number."

"Don't get too confident.."

"You never denied it."

"And I didn't admit it!"

It could go on for long until Minji averted her eyes elsewhere, looking at her friends who waved at her, looking so small, yet she could see that they clearly wanted something. "I think we might need to go back on land.."

-

"What is it?" The annoyed girl grumbled, glaring at her friends(mostly at Hanni).

"Yeah, we get it. We interrupted your date, but we wanted to meet her too!" Hanni spoke out for the rest of them.

You nervous smiled, feeling a bit small in their presence. Minji noticed this, of course, taking your hand and interlocking it with hers. It was somewhat a habit of hers whenever she'd notice a friend was feeling a bit uncomfortable—which was rare. Something about her holding hands with you felt new—it made her feel things that she had never felt before.

"Okay, we'll pretend not to notice that!" Danielle positively smiled.

Before greeting you and introducing herself, she made sure to nudge Haerin. It was the only option she had to stop her from what it seemed like rudely staring at you.

"The names Danielle! That's Hanni, Haerin, and this one.. she doesn't need to be intro—" Before the poor girl who radiated sunshine energy could even finish, she had been interrupted. "Yeah, I'm Hyein. Nice to meet you!"

"Hyein, you're too young to involve yourself in this conversation!" Danielle reminded.

You raised your eyebrows, wondering what she meant by too young. Hell, the latter looked to be the same age as the one who seemed to have a bad case of staring for no absolute reason(which you didn't mind).

"She's fourteen.." Danielle sighed, feeling disappointed.

"Oh.." Sounding a little rude there, you paused. "I meant, oh! She looks mature! I'm in like—shock."

"Really? I sort of get that all the time." Hyein proudly grinned.

"Mhm! And the names Y/N." They all nodded in sync as soon as you introduced yourself.

"Pretty name!"

"For a pretty girl, that's for sure."

"Hey now."

"Relax, I'm not gonna steal her?"

"That's not what I mean- Ugh."

An idea was what Danielle wanted. Specifically something that could allow all 6 of you to hang out. Minji frowned, noticing the happy grin that presented on the younger latter's face. "Anyone up for bean bag tossing? Losers do whatever the winners want."

-

"I WANT A REMATCH!" Hanni complained.

Hyein side-eyed the older girl, feeling happy about the win that she didn't participate in because it was mostly you doing all the work of tossing the bean bags in. It felt truly horrific knowing that there was probably nothing you were good at.

"I honestly should have been in your team. A free win would have been good for me." Minji sighed.

"Be for real," the annoying Australian spoke, causing Minji to glare at her. "We know that's not the real reason." Minji continued to glare, "playfully" pushing the younger girl away so she wouldn't have the chance to say more stupid things.

"It's already eight pm?" Danielle looked at her watch, pouting at the thought of having less time to spend with you. Though it couldn't beat the disappointed stare that Minji gave, knowing that it'd be too upfront to suddenly ask for your phone number.

"We still have the bet going on, right?" You asked, looking at Minji mostly.

"Ah!" It had hit Danielle in realization at the sudden question. "Yeah, gosh. I almost forgot!"

"I'm cold. Hanni, give me your hoodie."

"Um. No?"

"The bet. Loser. Give."

Feeling defenless and giving up at that moment, Hanni started to mutter curse words under her breath while taking off her jacket. Handing over her jacket, Hyein smiled in victory before putting it in on. Danielle watched the whole thing unwrap, looking over at Haerin with a mischievous grin.

"Haerin? Are you afraid of heights?" Haerin immediately shook her head, hoping Danielle would ask her to join her on the ferris wheel.

"Great! How about you ride the ferris wheel alone for three minutes?"

A frown fell on her face, along with a big sigh. Danielle was a difficult person when it came to those who liked her. Usually, it was a blessing for Haerin, but she was now annoyed. Minji snickered, finding the situation funny. Haerin lazily made her way over to the ferris wheel, cursing the universe for ruining her enjoyment.

"I wanna join her." you stated, hoping Minji would take the hint.

The butterflies in her stomach disappeared, feeling more like a pit all of a sudden. "Oh. Well, you could if you want to.." Her disappointment sounded way too obvious, causing you to chuckle, "Well you obviously didn't get the hint. I meant I want to look at a better VIEW this time," you emphasized the word 'view'.

Minji unnoticably gulped, nodding quickly so her chances of being alone with you on a ferris wheel on wouldn't go to waste. "Yes. Please."

-

"What are you guys doing here? I thought the winner was supposed to order the losers around?" Haerin genuinely asked, wondering if the two of you had gotten fooled.

Minji flushed, feeling both nervous and giddy that she couldn't answer the cat-like latters questions. You, on the other hand, took the initiative to answer her question, almost sounding as though you weren't internally panicking in your mind.

"We're actually gonna ride the ferris wheel together."

Haerin bitterly smiled, blaming Danielle for her stupidity. Now, she has to basically third-wheel and sit all by herself. 'Good going, Danielle. Look what you did, dense idiot.' was the only thing that echoed in Haerin's head.

-

"It's so pretty.." You stared at the cities that looked small from your view.

Minji had been admiring the view, too, not looking at you this time. "Pretty good, I guess. I've seen better."

"Really? You're seriously a picky one, aren't you?" You raised your brows jokingly.

"Hey— you don't know exactly what I've seen in my life, but it's pretty admirable," Minji jokingly huffed, sounding way too proud of her own accomplished

"I'm sure it has been," you added, pretending to sound uninterested, "I'm sure it has."

The silence grew, keeping it peaceful. Minji had more to say, but she wanted you to have a great time enjoying yourself. The silence grew even more, this time a little awkward than it was before. Thinking of how to start her sentence, Minji decided to go big or go home.

"Listen I-"

"Hey so-"

The cut-offs made by each other quickly turned into laughter. "I'll go first since I'm an impatient one." Minji quickly added in between her laughs. You agreed, waiting for her to continue. "Listen, I had a great time with you and everything. It was truly enjoyable," Minji softly smiled genuinely.

It was mutual. You grew fond of the girl. You wished that the time didn't fly past, but repeated as though it was meant to be. You wanted more time spent with her, but it'd be too weird to admit in front of you.

"Thank you.. for this time. I also enjoyed it," You paused, wanting to add more, "your friends were also funny!"

It grew quiet once again. This time, the two of you had nothing to worry about, letting the silence overtake the atmosphere. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a little sentimental that you couldn't even look Minji in the eye. Just how different would have things been if you saw how fond she looked while staring at you? Would you have done the same? It filled her with questions that felt almost too possible to answer nor ignore. It was on border of being either too annoying or exciting to feel.

"I-" Before she could even finish, the ferris wheel started moving again, showing that the ride was about to finish. "Huh?" You questioned, waiting for her to finish. Minji fake smiled, "it's nothing, I was just gonna spit out a fun fact."

You slowly nodded, wondering if there was more to it than just a fun fact. Oddly enough, she looked more disappointed than you did at the moment.

"So, how did the two of you enjoy your time?" Haerin asked bitterly, remembering how it was just more than 3 minutes to herself. At least it was good enough to question her whole existence.

"Great!"

"Yeah.."

You who sounded enthusiastic looked over at Minji, who looked down. You wanted to say more but a familiar face stopped you from doing so, realizing that it was your older brother coming to pick you up. Also, the friends that you had accidentally ditched just to hang out with Minji, though they didn't seem to mind because they looked like they also had a great time.

"Ah, my brother is here.. this is where I take my leave." This time, it was you who had bitterly smiled.

The glare that your brother had sent for straying too far sent chills down your spine, causing you to bow and apologize before running off to where he was. All of it was too sudden for Minji to even bid you goodbye. Hell, she was frozen, trying to process things.

"Nice going!" Hanni nudged, disappointed that you had left without leaving your number or anything.

There were too many emotions she was feeling at the moment. You turned back, waving one more time with a smile as Minji finally returned it. Your figure leaving further and further away from her was all she needed to realize that you had already disappeared.

"I'm such a coward. Please tell me you angels had gotten her number!" Minji basically begged, feeling like she could cry at the given moment when her friends shook their heads(except Hyein).

Minji faced the youngest one, hope laced in her tone. "Hyein?"

The youngest pretended to shake her head, that is, until Minji's head began to hang low in disappointment. "I'm joking. Oh my god, take a joke."

"Pause. Are you saying what I'm thinking?" Minji asked, a sudden adrenaline rush coursing through her.

"Yes, I asked for it earlier, knowing you'd be a full-on coward. You're welcome." Hyein rolled her eyes, giving the note.

Taking the note from Hyein's hand, Minji's stoic expression melted into a soft smile. Although she wasn't brave enough to ask, she felt happy that her friends(mostly Hyein) had her back. Who knew a handwritten note was what made her night the most besides spending time with you? Minji read the note all over again as if you included words in it.

'xxx-xxx-xxx don't spam text/call please TT joking do it :)'

"Hyein.. I'm definitely buying you whatever you want. You're finishing your barbie doll collection tomorrow, okay?" Minji patted the younger latter on the back.

Hyein smiled while the others frowned in envy, wanting the older girl to buy something for them, too. "Hey! What about us?" They asked in unison. Minji stared at the other girls in distaste, ignoring them before pulling Hyein under her arms, planning to spoil her with candy and drinks for the rest of the night. Who knew an ex-stranger would be the reason for Minji's sudden giddiness?

"Shoot. I forgot the teddy bear at the duck paddling thingy majiggys! We gotta go back!" Minji yelled, running a little later on as the others joined in.

Luckily enough, she was smart enough to hide it under the seats. Otherwise, it would have been a total loss for her and a big treasure find for whoever found it.

#kim minji #minji #kim minji x reader #minji x reader #kim minji x fem reader #minji x fem reader #kim minji x f!reader #minji x f!reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans x fem reader #newjeans x f!reader #idol x reader #gxg #wlw #fluff #my hype girl the series #do tags even work #gay content #hannxi #gg x reader #gg x fem reader

[tzuyuscloud]

Virtual Reality- (Smau)

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03. The unnie, the leader, the Aussies and the copycats

For the past 5 hours you sat on the floor sorting through your clothes and organizing everything out of your suitcase. You were in awe of the bedroom, stopping every five seconds just to look around the room admiring every detail. Essentially you wondered how much everything cost, knowing it must’ve cost a lot but considering you were currently housed in a condo that had expensive and luxury items and the most expensive gaming equipment there is, you knew that money was the least of their worries.

As you walked over to open the door you heard muffled voices giggling and talking about whatever. ‘The rest of the members must be back’ you thought to yourself. Letting out a nervous sigh, you walked out of your bedroom and down the beautiful hallway that had trophies behind glass panels and group photos hung from each other their victories. They even had baby photos of themselves by their doors.

“Ahh! Welcome yn!” Haseul chirped out of excitement grabbing everyone else’s attention. You found yourself standing next to Minji as she looked over at you with a smile before clearing her throat.

“Alright guys lets welcome our new team member to our family! yn!” She introduced and everyone applaud. Haerin and Hyein stood up like the goofballs they were and cheered.

“Yay!!! another unnie!!” Hyein shouted leaving everyone laughing. While Haerin just repeated everything she said.

“okay little ones we get it” Hanni, the first Aussie spoke.

Minji then cleared her throat again and it went quiet. Leader powers. “yn will be practicing with duelist and controller agents, but we will speak more about that tomorrow morning during training, also speaking of training, we have been goofing off recently when training and that is not going to look good when competitive season starts next month and Fallen Angels start clowning us for being losers.” You couldn’t help but mindlessly smile as Minji spoke about what needed to be fixed and done because she looked so cute while doing it.

“Any questions?” she asked cutting you out of the zone as you blinked repeatedly before shaking your head no.

After the little meeting you stayed in the living room as each member introduced themselves. “Hello im Yeojin, you can come to me whenever you need anything or just want to hang out” the short unnie stated before giving you a hug.

Next was Danielle who was another Aussie, she was so nice and loving towards everyone and always stayed positive, “aww you’re so cute!” she smiled brightly.

“you’re saur cute” Hyein mocked from behind her while Haerin just repeated what Hyein said earning a side eye from Minji.

Hanni caught your eye as she walked over to you with a smile, “how do you like it here so far?” she asked.

“It feels like home, i can already tell im gonna enjoy it here” you responded not knowing that made Hanni feel happy inside and out hearing those words.

“Well Im glad we make it feel like home for you, I hope you enjoy it here and maybe we can become closer and hang out a lot” she said while pulling you in for a hug. It seemed like everyone here was a hugger but Minji, who stared at you and Hanni from the corner. Weird.

Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

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[seal-writes-stuff]

do you think you could do something for dani from shiva baby please? :) whatever you feel like, i’m not picky!

Dating Headcanons - Danielle (“Shiva Baby”)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: one mention of sex work (I mean, you’ve seen the movie), some angst, nothing else I can think of!

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: ANOOOOOON I can, I must and I will! To be honest, I’ve wanted to write this for a while, so I’m glad to finally put it out. If you have any more specific concepts in mind, I’d love to hear all about it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

You meet Danielle in college. From what you know, she’s so wonderful it’s hard to believe she’s even real: a chill, smart and beautiful girl who seems to have her life together, someone who’s been nothing but nice to you. Danielle’s the kind of person you crush on in content silence – always imagining your life together, never getting brave enough to ask her out. After all, why should you? You aren’t even sure she even remembers your name.

But turns out she does. And she uses this knowledge to offer you fifty bucks so you’d pretend to be her date for a shiva observance she’s being forced to attend.

To say you are surprised would be an understatement of the century. Which, of course, doesn’t deter you from agreeing immediately. There’s this endless hopelessness in Danielle’s eyes when she asks you to do this, so you obviously have no choice but to help a girl out. Besides, at the very least it won’t be boring.

The whole experience is prolonged, uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing - and it also brings the two of you closer than ever. You end up rejecting the money; the time you’ve spent in her company was worth every awkward, chaotic situation you’ve had to endure. In a weird way, you had a good time and you tell Danielle as much.

She ends up making out with you right before dropping you off at your place.

Danielle is not too worried about putting a label on your relationship. Are you dating? Are you friends with benefits? Are you simply having a good time? She doesn't know and she doesn't want to know either. Better to enjoy the moment than ruin it forever.

Still, the mere thought of being your girlfriend sounds comforting. It sounds inviting, it sounds... Sweet. But even then, there's simply too much to unpack for her, so Danielle just throws away the whole suitcase.

She’s entirely non-judgmental about your life. Dani knows how hard it is to make it anywhere at all, so she assumes that whatever you do is for the best. It's hard to find someone this supportive, even though it’s something Danielle herself doesn't realize.

On the other hand, Danielle struggles with opening up to you because deep down she expects you to scrutinize every little bit of her life. Her job, her major, her love life – everything she’s ever been criticized for, everything that makes her, well, her. It’s annoying when it comes from anyone else, it would be absolutely crushing if it came from you. So when you don't judge her? When you tell her that it's okay, that she's okay and that you accept her no matter what? It’s freeing, it’s wonderful and it’s even a bit scary. It’s something Danielle thinks about it a lot.

She puts her sugar baby side hustle on hold when you start seeing each other – it simply doesn't feel right with you around. But even then, Danielle likes to rile you up from time to time, borderline flirting with people to make you jealous. She knows it's a toxic thing to do, but she just can't help it. In a weird way, it lets her know that you love her. It makes her feel desirable.

Danielle remembers every compliment you've ever given her. She doesn't think much of herself, which is awful and absolutely insane to you, so you make it a point to give her as much praise as possible. She's the funniest person you've ever met. She's absolutely stunning. You’re so lucky to have her in your life. Seeing Danielle blush and look away with a little smile just might be the best part of your day.

Unfortunately, she's the worst when it comes to talking about feelings. Danielle is a kind of person to say "cool" to a love confession and then think about it for five years straight. It doesn't mean she loves you any less, of course, she just has a different way of showing it. Her personal favorite form of affection is touch - cuddling, kissing, scratching your back when you’re lying in bed together... It’s intimate and cozy. It really gives Dani a sense of stability she craves yet pulls away from.

With that being said, she’s not big fan of PDA. When it happens, Danielle has this ever-persistent feeling that everyone is starting - and in her mind, nothing is worse that. Still, even just holding your hand in hers, fingers intervened... It makes her feel grounded, safe. As chaotic as her life may be, this is one of the little reminders that you’re by her side, that she has you. That maybe life’s not so bad after all.

She loves when you play with her hair, especially after a hard day. If you stop in the middle of it, Danielle always guides your hand back to her head without another word, placing a small kiss on your wrist along the way. Honestly, how can you say no to that?

Speaking of hard days, you're the only person she feels safe enough to cry in front of. The first time it happens on a complete accident: Danielle is a tough person and can withstand a lot of shit, but something just… Breaks in her that day. She just can't hold it all together any longer, all made more embarrassing because it happened in front of you. And yet, all you do is pull her in your arms: covering her face in sweet kisses, whispering how everything is going to be alright. Judging her for that doesn’t even cross your mind.

After she calms down, Danielle composes herself and goes on pretending that it never happened – and so do you, to save her the embarrassment she shouldn’t even feel in the first place. Still, there's an undeniable shift in your relationship after that. The hugs are tighter. The hard conversations are easier. Danielle trusts you more - and she knows you'd never take it for granted, that you’d never never take her for granted.

Study sessions together are a must, even though you inevitably end up doing more talking than studying. Danielle doesn't mind, though. For her, any time with you is a time well-spent.

Danielle’s shy about showing you her standup material at first since she hasn’t done it in a while, so she believes she’s gotten rusty. You’re her biggest fan and number one supporter, of course – after all, your girlfriend is hilarious and will achieve everything she wants to. Your encouragement is enough to make Danielle believe in herself too, if only a little bit.

She lends you her books all the time, secretly hoping you'll be impressed. Of course, you never refuse and you never stop asking for them. There's just something so nice about reading your lover's favourite book with all the little notes she made, as if it's a secret code only the two of you can understand. Danielle trusts you with these small pieces of her inner world - you'll never take that for granted.

One time you gift her a friendship bracelet in colors of the bisexual flag, with her name written on the beads. She thinks it's corny as hell. Never takes it off too.

Danielle says "I love you" exactly once and then never again. She jokes that she'll let you know if something changes, but in reality it's just hard for her to talk about it, be this vulnerable with someone. You don't need her to say it, though - you know that she loves you.

All in all, Danielle loves you - she loves you with all of her heart, eternally grateful that you accept her with all of the good, bad, awkward and beautiful. In spite of her hard exterior, she's the best partner you could've wished for and you’d endure a million more awkward family gatherings if it meant always being by her side.

#danielle #danielle x reader #danielle imagine #rachel sennott x reader #rachel sennott imagine #shiva baby #danielle (shiva baby) #seal writes

[f0point5]

Obviously Daniel was supposed to say that Horner is the worst person he’s ever met and deserves to be burnt alive! Plus he should’ve said that he knows more about the case then anyone and he’s outraged that nothing has been done! /s

He’s someone clinging to any ounce of job security he can and he knows it’s tied to Christian. He’s looking out for himself above everyone else, which honestly is probably what he should be doing. I think he’d have been better off by declining to comment but for some reason none of these drivers/tp/helmut/drivers families/etc ever really learned that it’s okay to just not comment on things sometimes.

For a long time Daniel was one of the most popular drivers and I think he’s finally losing his shine for people and they’re almost disappointed about it? But at the end of the day he’s also a rich, white, man who has never once claimed to be a pillar of morality or to have politically appropriate comments and people are somehow now upset/surprised by it. If it was Lewis I’d sort of get the anger bc at least he’s vocal about women in motor sports and inclusivity but Daniels always made sex jokes, talked about loving the grid girls, etc so publicly baking Horner when he maybe (bc the case was dismissed) shouldn’t isn’t a surprise IMO

What does he even know about the case lol. He reads the same crap as everyone else. I really doubt helmut Marko has been feeding him the gossip. But yeah he should obviously wade into this situation that has nothing to do with him and just have an opinion to please Twitter. The attitude that everyone should just engage in group think and also tell everyone what they think about things that don’t concern them is so healthy for society. Also very healthy for Daniel’s job security.

Idk if as part of their media duties they can’t just say “no comment” lol. Because saying “I’m not paying attention to it I’m just here to drive” is basically saying no comment in a less aggressive way. They all did that and it still wasn’t good enough for people so.

Daniel has been starting to annoy people of late. I’m me. I’m people. I rooted for him so hard to come back last season but he’s just annoying me now. His PR personality has really just become a bit of an ick. He’s like the Cole sprouse of the F1 paddock…smarmy and kinda slimy with a healthy dose of faux intellectual.

But “rich”, and “white” is kind of out of pocket. If you grabbed an Asian man who worked in the audit department of a large company and asked him what he thought about someone in another department of the office having a harassment claim against their boss which had already been dismissed…would he give you a different answer? Or would be say, uh idk it ain’t got shit to do with me? Because it…doesn’t.

Agree, Lewis the self styled activist can’t really choose now to be quiet. Well, he could, but he definitely wasn’t going to. And fair play, because his causes are kind of his schtick now.

But yeah, Daniel supporting Christian should come as no surprise. But also he’s not obligated to ever comment on stuff that doesn’t concern him. That’s a weird expectation to have of anyone, regardless of him being rich or white

[ic3qu33n]

Its funny how the mind works. I woke up today thinking about a whole life I never lived. I had memories and specific details in my dream that I personally have never witnessed…

Let me explain better. When I was 15 (1999) I wrote a chapter book. It was on an Dell desktop computer that my older brother Daniel had built from spare computer parts.(These parts were coming from computers that at the time were 1-2 years old. Apparently when ever some students had “ruined” the computers at the high school the district would send them a whole new one. And since my brother worked in tech support they told him to recycle them. He did. But not before taking them apart to save working parts)

Anyway, back to my original thought.

This story I had wrote was about a girl named Jo and her 3 brothers who moved from a big city with their mother to the Pacific Northwest after their father died suddenly. The story follows this girl whos life was rocked and trying to find balance and peace when there is so much changing around her. Like having to be the adult because of her mothers crippling grief. Jo meets new friends who become her best support system and teach her how to “feel normal”.

I dont have this book saved anywhere and it doesn’t exist anymore. That computer is long gone. I remember it took me two months that Summer to write it. It was 2-3 hours after summer school every night. I would put on headphones, blasting “Smells like Children” album, (This was my “Alt phase” life) and just typed. I tuned out the world. I know, now, that I was disassociating a lot during this time in my life.

During this time in my life my dad was in jail again. That left my pregnant mom, and us 4 kids to kinda fend for ourselves. We were all living in a 1 bedroom roach infest trailer. (Like we couldn’t have pantry stuff cause the roaches would just get in it) Mom and Vicky slept in the bedroom, Daniel and Michael slept on a bunkbed in the area that should be where you put a kitchen table, and I slept on the couch in the living room. This trailer was so small that it had 1 entrance and that was a sliding glass door in the living room. For this reason I can never live in a manufactured home or trailer. This life experience definitely traumatized me. So when me and Chris were younger (early years of marriage and had two kids under the age of 3) I resented him for putting us in a 1 bedroom trailer. We argued daily, I drank heavily. I had no faith in him being able to care for me and our children. I was hurt and blamed him for my unhappiness for a long time. Anyway I getting sidetracked again.

My mom was working full time at an elementary school. My older brother was working at the high school. I started my job at my uncles Mexican restaurant. (I had to take the city bus and transfer twice to get there) we were doing everything in our power to get a better home without my dads help.

Anyway, I believe I wrote this story as an escape from the overwhelming responsibility that suddenly fell on me. This time in my life changed how I viewed the world. It was the time in my life when I stopped showing my feelings… I stopped smiling, I became cold and I no longer trusted anyone. I had a short fuse and started picking fights with anyone who felt froggy. I was not okay. I also started self harming at this age (it was a pain I could control and understand why I was hurting) I was very angry. I would take walks to the ditch behind our trailer court to break bottles and smoke weed…

My dreams brought me back to this world. I don’t know why after all these years did this specific story come back. I still remember this fictional characters life. Like I said in the beginning of this post, it feels like memories. Its weird because I can visualize this whole world of people that doesn’t exist. It gives me a weird feeling in my chest of almost a longing to go to this place and I can’t. It’s almost the same feeling of missing a relative who has passed and there’s no way you could ever see them again. No new memories. Just people frozen in time.

It’s just weird how your mind works.

#journal #writing prompt #healing #mom #momlife #story #mental health #release

[cecoeur]

The way you defend Ric for not giving a shit about the CH victim, but blast Max for staying neutral and not kicking his dad to the kerb? Girl, get a grip, they're all rich, no fucks given assholes, at least be consistent...

Omg you are legit my first anon hater, how fab! I hope you see this and enjoy some kind of warm fuzzy feeling because no lie this is hilarious to me. Strap in, baby because I have never been very succinct and I want to give my first anon hate due respect. ❤️

I Don’t think I’ve defended Daniel or his response to this situation - in fact I think the main thing I said about his comments were these tags:

Where I said basically exactly what you said in your message. They’re rich entitled men who aren’t impacted directly and don’t really care. Also, I’ve said in other tags that he’s a dumb fuck who needs to do better! Legit this might be the only other thing I’ve said about Daniel’s comments:

So.. I don’t think I’ve defended him? And if that’s not clear, let me be clear. He’s an ignorant rich man who says stupid shit that I don’t agree with. Lewis is the only driver who has had even a remotely okay answer to any question asked about it. (Which is a whole other wild thing. Like they knew these questions would come and they still fumbled them so badly.) Ultimately my feeling on this is that they’re all probably fine people but they are narcissists who really only care about what’s happening in their immediate lives and this is only impactful in that people keep asking them questions about it.

Now to Max. I also don’t think I said Max should kick his dad to the curb but I appreciate that this is what you may have perceived. What I said is that he is complicit in his dad’s actions/comments when he openly refers to them as a team and they act as business partners. And that the folks who are infantilizing him and telling reporters to stop asking him about his dad because he can’t control what his dad said, are ultimately wrong. He can…he point blankly refuses to and doubles down on how tied his dad is to his racing career. Ergo, it’s fair for him to be asked about it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And finally, he 100% is not staying neutral in that. He literally said his dad doesn’t lie and he supports him. He also has some kind of weird symbiotic relationship with the reanimated corpse that his Helmut Marko soooooo def not neutral.

Still a fan of both Max and Daniel but that’s just kind of how shit goes? I want F1 and everyone involved to be more inclusive and progressive (I want that on a worldwide scale, obvs) but I’m also aware that this is a hyper fixation that I enjoy mostly on the internet/ the tumblr community and so im not going to expect too much out of it.

Nor am I going to anonymously tell someone to get a grip about it but that’s apparently just me. 😘

#dr3 #anon hate!!! #idk general discourse #I’m legitimately amused by this #MaxV #< I guess that’s now my max tag #lol no one is going to read this word vomit but I enjoyed it so that all that matters

[darkorderaf]

Okay cause I was thinking about physical affection prompt 13 with Daniel Garcia? Like, he’s so serious in the ring but play wrestling with him maybe you could see a softer and sweeter side of him

I’m so here for super serious Daniel Garcia NOT being super serious and soft. He was really cute on Uno’s vlog! I love this idea. I hope you like it and thank you for sending! It was really fun to write. <3

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x OFC. Prompt: Play wrestling. Rating: T. Warnings/Content: None; just fluff and a little bit of mutual pining? Word Count: 937.

(I don’t own gif; credit to allelitewrestlings!)

“You, you, want to get in the ring with our son? With our Daniel Garcia?”

“Jeff, I think she wants a taste of our boy!”

“Uh-huh, that’s what I said,” she said, then quickly corrected herself. “Not that I wanted a taste. Just that I wanted to wrestle him, relax.”

She should have known that Matt and Jeff would be enthused in some kind of way about her proposition. The thought had crossed her mind on a whim and she followed after it. She could totally get Daniel Garcia, one of the most intense men she had ever met, to smile somehow. Perma-scowl, apparently humorless. He was all business, all work. It would be tough but she believed she could do it. All within the duration of an off-the-record match. She had twenty bucks riding on it and she couldn’t let Leva win this one or she’d miss out on lunch.

Daniel’s narrowed eyes tracked her as she walked along the edge of the ring, a lightness to her step that he had noticed from the first day he saw her. She was easygoing as the wind, more inclined to laugh than to yell when things didn’t go her way. All water off a duck's back. She didn’t take things seriously enough and his frown deepened. What, did she not take him seriously? He didn’t like the idea of that.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

His voice stopped her in her tracks and then that smile of hers stretched across her face. The one he couldn’t look at for too long before his stomach started to feel weird. He rolled his eyes and slipped his towel off his shoulders. He rolled his wrists and posted up in one corner of the ring. She practically bounced to her corner, eyes unwaveringly on his. He broke first and knelt down to tell Matt and Jeff that he would meet up with them later. Matt pointed at her.

“You better be good to our son! You better or I swear, we’ll turn this whole show around!”

That caused her brow to quirk as the two men left with supportive shouts that she could hear even when they were well out of sight. Daniel took in a controlled breath and gestured for her to meet him in the middle and they hadn’t even started yet but he was already red. Was he that angry about wrestling her? Maybe this was a mistake. She smiled through the sudden discomfort in her chest and locked hands with him.

Even though their styles were completely different, they moved well against each other. He grounded her when she wouldn’t stay still and she forced him to move up high to grab her. She couldn’t even remember being worried and that hard scowl of his didn’t seem so heavy. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on her end.

So close.

She stumbled a little coming off of a flip and his hand was on her arm to steady her. He wasn’t scowling at her, his face relaxed save for the furrow between his brows. He had some height on her but he didn’t feel like he was looking down at her. He was looking at her, meeting her on level ground.

“Careful.”

Deer meet headlights. She didn’t know what to say or do and to save face because hell if he did either, what with her so close and looking up at him with her lips parted in a surprise ‘o’, he transitioned her to the ground and set her up for his version of the sharpshooter. He didn’t wrench back and released her fast. She laid there and didn’t get up, her face down on the mat and her arms under her forehead. He shifted over onto his knees and eyed her.

“Are you okay?”

She mumbled something and he leaned down closer to her.

“What?”

“Dang it,” she huffed out. “I’m so hungry too.”

“What are you talking about?”

She turned her head to look at Daniel and he frowned again, this time in confusion.

“I lost the bet I made,” she said as she pushed herself up to sit back on her heels. She shrugged. “It wasn’t a bad one. I just, um, bet that I could get you to smile during a match and well, I didn’t, so no lunch for me.”

“Really, you bet your lunch on this?”

She nodded and sighed.

His laugh was one of the softest things she had ever heard. As close as he was to her, it felt borderline intimate. Like he was sharing a secret with her. His laugh changed his whole face, lightened every shadow and softened every sharp angle. His smile was shy and she hadn’t expected it. She stared at him in silence, in awe, and his laugh dwindled. He looked away as he smiled and then it was gone, his face completely serious again. The quickest ray of light through a window before the curtains stopped dancing.

“There,” Daniel said as he stood up and offered her a hand. “You won’t miss out on your lunch. It better be a good one.”

She took his hand and moved with him when he pulled her up.

“You could find out,” she said, a brow raised. “If you wanted to. Do that, I mean. Get lunch.”

Shit, words were hard. He blinked at her. It was his turn for his jaw to drop by a fraction and then he straightened himself out.

“...I’ll think about it.”

Daniel realized he still had a hold on her hand and let go. He grabbed his towel that Matt had left behind for him and quickly vanished up the ramp to the back of the arena. She watched him leave and stayed in the ring, her face nearly numb with how hard she grinned.

It was hard not to, considering she had been gifted with the knowledge that Daniel Garcia’s smile was absolutely priceless.

#daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia fic #daniel garcia fanfiction #aew imagine #aew fic #aew fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix Epilogue (FINAL)

And that's a wrap! Thank you so much to everyone that has read and supported this story! It is literally my fandom baby.

I am debating writing a sequel series that takes place between chapter 40 and the epilogue that follows Adrien's journey recovering from his childhood trauma. It would be very meta and in a way mirror the beginning of this story. It would delve deeper into how they grew up and moved on, what happened to Nathalie and Gorilla, what Adrien is doing with his life, etc. So, let me know in the comments if you'd be interested in seeing something like that. I also have a bunch of bonus stories planned, but I may wrap them into the Adrien story. Idk. Lemme know what you guys would be interested in reading.

If you're sad this fic is over, feel free to read some of my other works. I'm currently updating a story I wrote for the ML Big Bang. It's a lot of Ladrien and is also another Lila downfall story. I'm also hoping to finish up a few existing WIPs that I have lying around sometime this year. AND I'll be starting a Ladrien enemies AU this summer too! And of course, you can always reread this story whenever you'd like ;) Thanks for reading!

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Epilogue: Praying

**7 years later**

“Does the Eiffel Tower look different to you?” Adrien peeked out the window of Marinette’s jet as they circled around to the airport.

She lowered her magazine, leaning over him to look out. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen it, but I think it’s still the same. It looks different when you’re not climbing it.” She shot him a smirk.

Adrien sat back with a laugh.

“I once scaled it in 4 seconds flat.” He boasted as if she’d be impressed.

“I was there when you did it, remember? You were so proud of yourself.” She brushed his nose with her finger, lifting her magazine again. “I never wanted to disappoint you, but I did it in 3 and a half once.”

“What?” He gaped as their pilot’s voice sounded over the intercom, instructing them to fasten their seatbelts and prepare for landing.

“I’ve already arranged a car to take you to your parents’ house. Tomorrow morning, you have an appearance at the De-evilize foundation, then a phone interview with Mode. At 3 o’clock you’ll meet with your friends for tea for the rest of the evening.” Danielle listed when they landed, scrolling down her tablet screen.

“Thank you, Danielle.” Marinette nodded.

Marinette was busy as usual, but Adrien knew this trip was for business—her trips usually were. This time, however, Adrien had some business of his own to attend to. It had been seven years since he’d been in Paris last, even longer since he’d seen him.

“It feels weird to be back. I guess I’ve tried not to think about Paris since we left. At least, not the bad parts anyway,” Adrien said as they paced hand-in-hand across the runway to the waiting car.

“You’re in a better place now than you were last time we were here,” Marinette said, accepting his help into the car. “You’ve come a long way.”

“Yeah…” He climbed in after her, wiping his palms on his pants with a sigh. “I’m just a little nervous I guess.”

“You don’t have to see him, you know.” Marinette pointed out, placing a hand over his. “You can sit with me while I do my interview.”

“No. I need to go. I’ll never be able to move on if I don’t.” He shook his head. When her eyebrows furrowed into a worried crease, he added, “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Okay.” She pressed her lips together. “One thing at a time. That’s tomorrow’s problem.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed. “I’ve missed your dad’s croissants. We haven’t had them since they came over for Christmas.”

“I’m sure he’s made you plenty.” Marinette giggled, leaning against his arm.

Marinette’s parents welcomed them with open arms when they arrived. Her dad gave them both a bear hug the moment they walked in the door, and Adrien was reminded that not all of his memories of Paris were bad. There was a lot of good still left there, and it gave him the courage he needed to face what he’d been running from all these years—the past he hoped to leave behind. It was time to finally face it. To face him one last time.

“I’ll meet you after, okay?” Marinette said the next day on the curb outside their foundation headquarters—the center they’d built where his old house used to be. She stretched up to kiss him hard before he ducked into the town car and closed the door with a sigh.

Several times on the way, he debated telling the driver to turn around, but each time he quietly berated himself for chickening out. He needed to go. Seven years was a long time, and he needed to finally rid himself of the darkness that had plagued him since he was 15. He wanted to live a long and happy life with Marinette, to put the past behind him for good and close the door without ever having to worry about it again, and this was the only way to do it. So, he let the driver continue on in silence, stomach churning in nervous knots.

Security was tight, but he should have expected as much from such a high-profile prison. His father always did get the best. Adrien barely flinched during the several searches he had to undergo as they made their way deeper into the facility. He wasn’t sure what to think about or what to expect, but when his father was finally led in wearing a gaudy orange jumpsuit, Adrien couldn’t help but smirk. They stared at each other through the glass pane before picking up the phones.

“Adrien,” he said, his voice hoarse and grey eyes wide with emotion.

“Father.” Adrien nodded curtly, pressing his lips into a firm line. “Long time no see.”

“I’d given up hope that you’d ever come here. It’s good to see you… You’ve grown so much.” His father looked him over. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better. I’ve also been worse.” Adrien shrugged. “Marinette and I live in New York. She just finished school, so we decided to make a trip, but I didn’t come here to catch up. I have something to say, and I want you to listen.”

His father lowered his gaze with a sigh, running a hand over his stubble and nodding.

“I’ve been angry with you for a long time. What you did was despicable and horrible, and somedays I still can’t believe it’s real.” Adrien twirled the phone cord around his fingers as he spoke, squeezing until his fingers turned purple. “All I ever wanted was for you to be there for me. To come to my fencing tournaments or even just have a meal with me more than once a month. I was willing to be patient with you for being busy with your work, but little did I know what kind of work you were actually doing.”

He flicked his gaze back up to his father who swallowed hard. “I should hate you, and maybe in some ways I do, but that’s not what I came here to say to you today.”

“Adrien-”

“I forgive you,” Adrien said. “I forgive you, Father.”

His father’s jaw dropped, lip quivering as tears welled in his eyes. His face fell into his hand, and Adrien sat back, running a hand over his face and tapping his foot.

“I don’t want you to be mistaken and think that this means I want you to be part of my life.” He continued. “This will probably be the last time we see each other. I’m going to ask Marinette to marry me, and when we have kids, your grandchildren, I don’t ever want you to meet them. I don’t want them to have a relationship with you. I never want you to be part of their lives, and I will work hard every day of my life to give them what I never had: a real father.”

“I suppose that’s what I deserve after everything.” Gabriel nodded, rubbing his cheek. “I’ve often debated what I would say to you if you ever came, but now I can’t seem to find the words, so I’ll just say this: I have always loved you, and I am sorry.”

Adrien held his gaze for a long moment, biting his lip. He placed the phone back on the receiver and stood up, following the guard back through the door. He never looked back.

♪♫♪ long story short ♪♫♪

“About time you showed up.” Chloe looked Marinette over, cocking a hip before a smile curled on her lips. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You can’t show up anywhere on time if your life depended on it. You’re lucky I expected as much and told the press to be here an hour after I told you to show up.”

“Sorry, Adrien’s going to see he-who-shall-not-be-named today. I’m just worried,” Marinette said.

“He’ll be fine. Adrikins is tougher than he looks. He can thank me for that.” Chloe flipped her short, curly hair. “Seriously, don’t worry. He can do this.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Marinette lowered her gaze. “He’s just worked so hard. I’d hate for anything to ruin that.”

“Even if seeing his dad messes him up, he’ll just come crawling back to you to kiss his booboos and make him feel better. Relax.” Chloe rolled her eyes, turning on one heel and beckoning Marinette to follow. “Come on. The press shoot will be in here.”

Marinette took a deep breath and scurried after her. Familiar bouncy red curls were adjusting the microphones when they entered, and Marinette smiled, rushing over to hug her.

“What did I tell you about hugs?” Gabrielle sighed but patted Marinette’s back, nonetheless. “Good to see you in Paris again. How long are you here for?”

“Just a few days. We’re opening a boutique in Milan next weekend, so we’ll be flying out to oversee the preparations soon,” Marinette said.

“Where does she get all the energy?” Gabrielle asked Chloe with a smirk. “I swear, she runs on batteries.”

“Marinette has always been annoyingly perky and full of energy. I get tired just looking at her.” Chloe yawned. “I suppose you’re going to need a couple models for your boutique launch?”

“Well, I did bring some dress samples. If you two aren’t too busy,” Marinette said.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “We work for you, remember?”

“Well, yeah, but if you were busy, I could always call up Clara or Macy and-”

“Oh, no, Chloe. She’s offering to take us to Milan. How horrible.” Gabrielle moaned.

“Ugh, and she wants us to model in front of thousands of adoring fans and photographers? What are we, her workhorses?” Chloe scoffed.

“Ha ha, I get it.” Marinette smiled. “Thanks, girls.”

“If we’re offering up free trips to Milan, is there any way a star reporter could jump on that plane?” A smile spread on Alya’s lips in the doorway, and she cocked a hip. “These networks just do not compensate cross-country travel as well as you’d think.”

“What are you doing here already? Press isn’t supposed to be here for another twenty minutes.” Marinette crossed the room to hug her neck.

“Well, it’s easy to sneak in when you volunteer in your downtime. I kind of know all the security codes.” Alya winked. “I heard the whirlwind herself was going to be here, so I had to see it with my own eyes.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been back in Paris. Unfortunately, I won’t be staying long, but I do accommodate my friends well on my trips, if you want to do a report on Milan.” Marinette offered.

“Does your jet still come stocked with those sodas from China?” Alya quirked a brow.

“Of course.”

“Yeah, I think I can squeeze it in.” She smirked. “Mind if I bring along a plus one? Nino complains every day about not seeing Adrien since we visited New York last.”

“He might have to ride in the cargo bay, but I’m sure we can squeeze him in.”

“Reporters are lining up outside.” Danielle announced.

“Guess it’s showtime.” Marinette hugged Alya’s neck one last time. “See you out there.”

“Knock ‘em dead, girl.”

♪♫♪ no tears left to cry ♪♫♪

“Marinette!” Macy squealed, racing to hug her as she and Adrien stepped out of the town car. “Oh, last time I saw you was at Eliott and Lisette’s wedding in London. It’s been so long since you’ve visited us in Paris.”

“It’s been a while, but I knew it was in safe hands.” Marinette leaned against her shoulder as Eliott descended the front steps and held out his arms.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show her face in Paris again.” He teased, kissing both of her cheeks. “Good to see you.”

“You too! Nice scarf, by the way.” Marinette traced her thumb over her brand logo with a smirk.

“I only wear the best.” Eliott shrugged. “Your color palette is stunning this year, no surprise.”

“Thanks.” She giggled, exchanging quick hugs with Lisette and Martin while Macy and Eliott traded off with Adrien.

“Well, we’re not going to stand out here all day. Come inside.” Macy gestured them up the stairs. “Martin and I imported our favorite tea, and we picked up some madeleines from the best bakery in town.” She winked at Marinette as they walked to the sitting room where her butler stood beside a fancy cart.

“So, how are things in New York? It’s been a couple weeks since we spoke last,” Lisette asked as they settled in.

“Great! I just finished with school, we’re opening a store in Milan, and I have a branding campaign coming up in a few weeks. I’ll be traveling around a lot for the next year while Adrien finishes up school, but we’ve actually talked about settling back here in Paris once it’s over,” Marinette said. “How are things here? I’ve heard album sales are going well, and Eliott is playing the lead role in an upcoming show. Oh, and congrats on the engagement!”

“Thanks.” Martin’s cheeks flushed as Macy flashed the ring.

“Are you going to design the dress, Marinette?” Lisette asked.

Marinette sipped her tea to hide her smirk. “Oh, I’ve already designed the entire bridal party,” she said nonchalantly. “We can look at that later.”

“I asked her as soon as Martin proposed. There isn’t anyone else in the world that I trust to design for me,” Macy said. “It also helps when your sister-in-law is a makeup artist.”

Lisette flashed her a grin.

“When is the wedding? Have you decided yet?” Adrien asked.

Macy shook her head. “We haven’t picked a date yet, but we’re hoping to do it before Martin applies to law school.”

“Well, I’ll get everyone’s measurements before I leave today. When you decide on the designs you like I’ll get started on them when I get back to New York,” Marinette said.

“Speaking of weddings, I’m surprised you two haven’t tied the knot yet.” Lisette smirked.

Marinette shot Adrien a smile. “We’ve talked about it, but we’ve both been in school, I’ve been traveling a lot, and we wanted to make sure that Adrien was okay after everything.”

“We’ll make plans soon.” Adrien winked.

“Well, Alya and I have already planned your bachelorette party, so just be prepared,” Macy said.

“Why does that make me worry?” Marinette laughed.

Macy shot her a wink before her face softened. “It’s really good to see you both again for something that isn’t related to a charity or an event,” she said. “We’ll have to get together more when you two move back here.”

“We will, definitely.” Marinette promised, giving her hands a squeeze.

They caught up and prattled on about Macy’s new album, work they’d done with their charities, Adrien’s psychology classes. It was nice to catch up with friends again without an ulterior motive, like Macy said. Adrien was quiet for most of the afternoon, which Marinette expected. What she wasn’t expecting was when he requested they stop somewhere special on the way home.

“Where are we going?” Marinette asked as he took her hand and led her up the strip toward the Trocadero.

“You’ll see.” He took a few more steps, turning to face the Eiffel Tower and adjusting her accordingly. “Right here.”

“Right here?” She quirked a brow, glancing down at their feet.

“Right here.” He nodded. “This is the spot where I was standing when I fell head-over-heels in love with you all those years ago. We were fighting Stoneheart, and you vowed to protect Paris no matter what, and it was the moment when you stole my heart and ran away with it.”

Marinette bit back a smile as he continued.

“I made my own vow that day that no matter who was under the mask, I was going to love you for the rest of my life.” He reached into his pocket, dropping down on one knee. “And I intend to keep that promise. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, my Ladybug, will you marry me?”

She cupped her hands over her mouth, eyes watering. “Of course, chaton.”

Adrien stood up to meet her lips, their smiles and laughter breaking each kiss. Not everything in their life had gone the way they’d pictured it, but in the end they’d overcome every obstacle thrown their way. Akumas, broken friendships, fame, Lila, Hawkmoth, the weight of Gabriel’s sins. It was the two of them against the world—as always—and they’d come out the other end stronger. No matter where they went in life, everything would work out so long as they had each other.

Fin

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[miss-choco-chips]

F’coffee

-.-.-.-.-.-

Honestly. What did Bruce even think would happen? He should have known better.

Tim wasn’t Dick, indoctrinated from a young age to be a good, somewhat (when convenient) obedient son. Tim only went along with Bruce’s shit because, more often than not, it aligned with what he himself wanted. He also wasn’t Damian, so easily manipulable when one knew which buttons to push. And he certainly wasn’t Jason, who would sink his own ship to kill the captain.

So, when Tim and Bruce fought, and his adopted father decided to pull the ‘you live under my roof and work in my company, so I’m the boss all the way through’ card, well…

Yeah. Tim wasn’t going to take that lying down. He had a childhood of zero authority figures to obey and an overabundance of sass, plus a complete lack of fucks to give.

It was bound to go down like this.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

And, well. Tim had money. Like, an absurd amount of money. Even before being adopted by playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, Tim had his own no small fortune stashed away, a couple of properties gathering dust, two trust funds and more antique cars that he knew what to do with. So he could just… burn through that money, or sell the cars, or make a living of renting the buildings he owned, and he would barely even scratch the surface of his deep wealth.

But it wasn’t about being able to live comfortably with minimum effort. Tim was trying to prove a point here. What point, fuck if he knew. But a point.

So here he was, on the other end of the wooden counter, a cute red cap falling over his eye as he looked dead into his friend’s eyes.

“Tim. Tim, you’re rich. Why are you working in a coffee shop?”

Seeing as Kon and Cassie were currently too busy being shocked, Tim shrugged and went back to cleaning the cup in his hands.

It was a plastic cup. It didn’t need cleaning, he could just toss it away. But it was his favorite plastic cup, and he was gonna save it as a family heirloom forever.

(The fact that the pretty customer from the morning shift had drawn cute little doodles all over it had nothing to do with it’s worth.)

“Teenage rebellion”, he finally said, carefully putting his treasure away.

“You are twenty.”

“Time is a social construct and I’m but a slinky falling down an endless flight of stairs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense. How is it so symmetrical? It defies nature.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“What can I get for you?”

“I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino, made with skim milk, no whipped cream.”

“Bart, no.”

“Please put that in a grande cup”

“I’m begging you, don’t do it.”

“But use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall.”

“I’m warning you, you don’t want to do this.”

“That way there's about an inch of extra room on top.”

“I wish you had an extra inch so I could look straight into your eyes when I murder you.”

“To stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all.”

“You’re dead to me. Also, I AM going to make you that drink and you WILL finish it or so help me God.”

“What do you want, Kon?”

“To not be here when Tim’s looking like he’s planning both our unsolved murders.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

When Kon entered the shop, the messenger bag slung over his shoulder bumping against his hip as he rushed in to get his caffeine intake before his evening classes, he wasn’t surprised at the scene.

Cassie being there was a given, since there was always at least one of them there at all times, supporting Tim in this ‘independence’ thing he was dead set on trying. Kon himself had his Tim Shift later that day, after his creative writing course. Bart had probably just left, considering the amount of empty cake platters littering the counter.

Tim being face down in said counter, uncaring about the mess, was also old news. The dude barely ever seemed to leave (Kon was almost completely sure he actually owned the place, since he’d never seen any sort of manager and Tim’s hours seemed to work around his weird sleep patterns all too perfectly), and distraught was his general state of being, so. Normal day as far as he could see.

Still, he had to ask. “What is it today?”

Cassie, eyes never leaving her magazine, chin resting in one hand as the other one scratched at Tim’s scalp, snorted.

“A cute boy started working in the tattoo place next door. He came in for a morning fix, when Tim was barely awake, and he said something stupid, so he’s been having an existencial crisis ever since.”

“I said ‘you too’, Kon. He said ‘thanks for the coffee, I’ll enjoy it!’ and I said ‘you too’. What is wrong with me?”

Kon snorts a little. Tim doesn’t seem to be very interested in doing his actual work, so he just jumps over the counter and starts working the machines himself.

“You know that’s a question you can only ask your therapist, Tim, but if you need to know, I’d say you’re highly sleep deprived and a dysfunctional bi?”

At that, Tim does turn to look at him. There’s some cake frosting clinging to his eyelashes, and his hair is a mess. It looks cute, to be completely honest, and Kon has to leave his unfinished latte on the side so he can hug the little shit.

“Aw, don’t pout, Timbo. I’m sure he thought you were cute. Just try to sleep a bit more tonight, so when he comes back tomorrow you’ll be a little more alert and won’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you mean, when he comes back?”

“I mean, if he works next door, he’ll probably get his morning coffees here all the time, right?”

That seemed to drive Tim back into the distraught spiral. He smashed his head back into the counter, making dying whale noises until Cassie’s hand returned to his scalp.

Kon privately thinks Tim’s life is starting to sound like fanfiction. He wonders which type of background character he would be, in it.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The shop is called F’coffee. That’s why Cassie is convinced Tim is the actual owner; no one else would really think that’s a proper name for a serious establishment. Kon isn’t convinced all the way yet, but with Bart on her side and Tim staying silent on the subject, it is just a matter of time until she convinces him it’s totally okay for him to do his gym routine there. She thinks, with Tim being his own boss, no one would tell him to stop it, and it would help his friend’s business to bloom with new customers.

The place's general aesthetic is exactly what you would expect, with old wooden tables, comfy chairs, potted plants hanging from the walls and tall windows just a little bit stained. The smell is constantly of the strongest brew Tim has, Death Coffee (which he’s actually not legally allowed to sell, so he keeps it for himself), and just setting a foot in makes her feel instantly awake. It's also always warm, and the sweets on display look mouth watering no matter your personal preferences.

In short, it looks like something out of a movie. It’s a tad too perfect for her friend, but she thinks it also fits his obsessive need for perfection.

Except for the board. Oh, the board. Cassie loves it more than life itself.

Tim has divided the drinks in categories. And made up names for all of them.

“Yes, hello! I’d like to order a grande, iced, sugar-free vanilla Latte, with soy milk, but I can’t seem to find it in your menu…”

Tim’s dead eyes turn to Cassie for a second, before facing his customer again.

“You’re probably looking into the Normal People section”, he points out, before raising his hand to signal a bit to the left. “There you have the Pain In The Ass selection. There’s nothing just like you asked, but you have the It’s Britney Bitch beverage, which is almost exactly the same except I’ll add a middle finger drawing in the cup and charge you extra for emotional damages. Also, we’re out of soy milk.”

Or…

“Hey, good morning! I’d like to order…”

Tim raised a hand, stopping the chirpy, good looking young man dead in his tracks.

“Don’t tell me, I know what you need. I’ll just go ahead and prepare it.”

“But you don’t even know what I/”

“You’ll have a Cougar Bait. It has cacao cream, a strawberry pucker and some grenadine seeds. I think it's fitting, for you.”

And also…

“Hey, hum… Sorry, I just have to ask… what’s on the ‘Barista’s heart’ drink?”

“Cacao powder, almond milk and espresso. Also some organic coconut ash, that gives it the blacker-than-night color, that’s just a shade lighter than my soul.”

“...noted.”

Cassie snorts into her cup of Jack it up (coffee that tastes just like a Jack Daniel’s; having Tim working here has opened up her eyes to the possibilities), watching as Tim makes his own usual.

“What’s in that one?” She asks, out of curiosity, when she’s sure there’s no other customer close by.

“Six espresso shots.”

She waits for a second. Tim finishes the drink, carefully handling the dark liquid inside his favorite plastic cup.

“...okay, and?”

“And that 's it.”

“Tim, that-- that would kill you?”

“Duh. Why did you think it was called The Last Sip?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

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[mourntheantagonist]

#HarringroveApril Day 7: Daisychain

***

“Mr. Harrington? Who’s your favorite student?”

The question came about at least once every year without fail, and he’d always answer in the same, textbook way.

“I don’t have favorites. I love all my kids equally.”

And, deservedly so, the whole class would grunt and moan because they knew just as well as he did that it was a load of bullshit. Steve loved every one of his kids, that part wasn’t a lie, but… he also definitely had his favorites.

For the graduating class of ‘90 when he was only a teaching assistant his name was Daniel. He was the youngest in his class because he started early, and he was incredibly bright. He could count higher, he could read quicker, and his mind just worked in ways that no adult could possibly understand. But it wasn’t the textbook intelligence that made Steve fall for this kid. It was his emotional intelligence. He was funny and he was kind and five year olds were cruel, but he never let that get to him. He had an outlook on life that Steve was jealous of, so when the other kids would turn him down for a game of checkers, Steve would happily join him, because Steve saw it as his job to keep that kid kind.

For the class of ‘91 it was Christopher. He was nothing like Daniel. He was held back and was repeating kindergarten, and that was evident in the way he walked through life. He was quiet and would voluntarily remove himself from the rest of the class. He’d sit by himself and read a book and get frustrated when he didn’t understand one of the words, he would swing by himself and he always tried to sneak off with the first graders when it was time to line up. And Steve perfectly resonated with that feeling of watching all of your friends move on without you. He was left in the dust too. When all his classmates moved on to college or hightailed it out of Hawkins, Steve was left there by himself, working at Family Video with his only friend in the grade below him, and it took her leaving him as well for Steve to finally get his shit together, haul his ass west of the Mississippi, and enroll in a community college and work towards his teaching degree.

And he did it, against all odds and obstacles in his way, he did it. It took extra work and the support of his best friend who he followed, and he did it. He saw himself in Christopher, and he wasn’t going to make that kid wait as long as he did to realize that setbacks don’t define his future.

Steve usually took a liking to the quiet kids, and that only changed in ‘93 with the girl named Amy and the familiar last name. She was loud, vibrant, and everyone loved her. Her smile was contagious and she could be the sweetest little girl at times, but she also wore her heart on her sleeve. She cried quite a bit, just the littlest thing could set her off. A boy accidentally knocking over her blocks, not knowing how to spell a certain word, accidentally coloring outside the lines. She didn’t throw tantrums like he saw in the other kids. She would just bow her head and cry and it would break Steve’s heart every time.

But other than those few moments, she was bright and charismatic and with the last name, the blonde curly hair, and the big personality, Steve really should have put it all together much sooner than he did.

He didn’t put it all together until he saw Billy Hargrove in the soup aisle at the local grocery store wearing a chain of little daisies on his head like a crown, and he knew exactly where it was from.

It was from the little girl named Amy Hargrove who frolicked in the field instead of playing on the playground, collecting flowers that she meticulously made into bracelets and crowns and anything else she put her mind to. She gave them to friends, she even gave one to Steve, and of course she would give one to her dad too.

He looked so different, and yet exactly the same. He still had the damn mullet, just dragging the eighties with him as far as he could, he was a little more cleaned up but still had a similar style to what it was in highschool. Still with the same denim jacket, denim jeans, Canadian tuxedo type deal. In a side by side picture situation you wouldn’t really be able to tell the difference. It wasn’t his dress or his hair or anything physical about him that made him look so different, it was the way that he carried himself. It was the relaxation and the eyes that didn’t droop and the smile lines that didn’t used to be there that made him almost entirely unrecognizable from the Billy Hargrove who pushed freshman against lockers and drove his car too loud and too fast and had cigarettes for three meals a day. Not the kid who ran off to California as soon as the hospital released him with only his Camaro and a small suitcase and a large sum of money the government used to keep his mouth shut, leaving just a note for Max on the fridge that didn’t get any more specific than that about where he was going, not even leaving a phone number for her to contact him with. He also didn’t look like the kid they all pictured in their heads after basically the whole town found out about exactly what Neil Hargrove did to his son behind closed doors.

Steve wanted to go up to him in the store, but he stopped himself. Because Billy left. Without a trace or a word, and who was Steve to think that Billy having to be reminded of something he voluntarily abandoned without a second thought would have any sort of positive outcome?

So he turned down the aisle and kept his distance from the man in the flower crown because he was scared. He wasn’t scared that Billy would see him and turn back to his old ways and hurt him again, he was scared that he’d turn back to his old ways and hurt himself again.

Because he’d been hurt enough already.

Steve successfully avoided Billy until parent teacher conferences had rolled around, and instead of seeing Amy’s mom on the list of names he’d be seeing that day, it was Billy’s.

Steve would be lying if he didn’t think about calling in sick and sending his TA in his place. But he still had to be her teacher for another six months, he just had to get the interaction over with.

Many of the parents that came before Billy had to have known he was on edge about something considering he excessively tapped the table with the eraser of his pencil and stuttered his way through conversations. His organized folders and notes of talking points had been entirely thrown out the window and he was an absolute nervous wreck. And he could only anticipate it being ten times worse when the cause of said anxiety walked through his door with the long hair and the leather jacket. It was only with the help of the little girl in the sunflower dress and daisies in her hair skipping from the entrance to the chair in front of him that calmed his nerves just a bit.

But Billy had just stayed at the door, no movement, and any hope that Steve had that perhaps his new haircut and the glasses on his face would be enough to keep Billy from noticing the obvious vanished when Billy snapped his fingers like the lightbulb in his head finally flickered on.

“I knew it couldn’t be a coincidence.”

Steve just held out his hand to shake like he did with any other parent, unsure how to gage the situation because Billy’s words could go either way and his facial expressions didn’t give him anything to go off of. It would be weird to introduce himself, he didn’t know what to say.

“Hi, I’m Amy’s teacher. Should we start?”

Billy looked a little confused, but he sat down in the little kindergartener chairs anyway. This meeting was almost more organized than the ones prior, likely because he was trying to go as quickly as possible and get it over with. Steve showed Billy some of her artwork and commented on how her reading comprehension was great but she could work on her spelling a little more. He didn’t want to bring it up, but he brought up the crying and it hurt to see how him bringing it up set her off again. The same bowing of the head and quiet sniffles into her sleeve.

But Steve thinks he just fell in love a little watching Billy comfort her. With one hand rubbing circles into her back and the other holding her small hand. Steve feels like shit watching her cry because of him and is also semi-fearful for his life because he already knows he can’t take Billy in a fight.

“Baby, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with crying. It’s okay.”

“You’re dad’s right Amy. I think it’s very healthy. Crying is good for you.”

She looks up at Steve with those big blue eyes and tear stained cheeks when he says that.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah! I’d say it even makes you more mature. Even some adults I know don’t let themselves cry and it’s not good.”

“My daddy cries a lot too.”

Steve looks at Billy who’s eyes widen when she says it, then tries to laugh it off like she didn’t just say that.

“Hey Amy, you wanna go and play while your daddy and I talk for a minute?”

She just nods her head and wipes away her remaining tears and quickly hauls the bucket of Lincoln Logs off the shelf.

“So. It’s been a while. Hasn’t it?” Steve starts.

“Yeah it has. So, you’re a teacher now.”

“And you’re a father. That’s crazy.” Steve was fiddling with his hands, trying to make the conversation less awkward. “She’s wonderful by the way.”

“Yeah. She doesn’t get it from me.”

Steve just shakes his head. “No. I don’t think that’s true. She has your charisma, and it appears you found a better way of channeling your emotions since last we saw each other. She’s a lot like you.”

“Thanks.” Billy blushed. He actually blushed. “I don’t know if this is allowed considering you’re her teacher, but would you want to catch up sometime? Maybe dinner or something?”

There it was. That was the olive branch. And Steve would be an absolute fool not to take it.

“I’d love to.”

Before they could come up with a time or a place, Amy was running over to the table with loudly stomping feet.

“I almost forgot! Daddy! show Mr. Harrington what I brought him!”

Billy reached into his pocket upon her demand and pulled out a little bracelet made out of little daisies and honeysuckle and handed it over to Steve.

“Thank you Amy! It’s lovely.”

“Daddy show him yours!”

Steve looked to Billy’s wrist where he slowly lifted his sleeve to reveal an almost exact replica to the bracelet in his hand.

“Looks like we’re matching.”

#harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mandi writes tresh #ficlet #harringroveapril #this one will probably get a part 2 but who knows #it got too long and I ran out of time !!

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The Offer- Daniel x Reader

Reader has been tutoring Emma, but has also gotten close to the household android, Daniel. On one of their last days, something unexpected occurs.

(Notes: ...hiiiiiii guys LOL. Been a long time since I wrote anything like this, so please forgive the weird ending. Wasn't 100% sure how to end it but I just wanted to get it done. Have some more stuff that should be published later that's written a little bit better, hopefully? Also if you follow me and don't like dbh or this kinda stuff anymore it's cool to unfollow, I'm not keeping track so don't worry about it lol.)

(BIGGER NOTE!: Consider this kind of an AU to "I Wouldn't"! Really want to write more about Daniel but I'm never really sure how to, haha.)

   Frustrated scribbling filled the air as Emma let out an annoyed groan. "I just can't get it," she whined. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

   You motioned your hand, grasping in the air for the pencil she was holding. "Here, here— let me see." She handed the pencil over, seemingly glad to hand over the responsibility for a moment. "Okay, so the problem here is that you're forgetting to flip the fraction afterwards. I sometimes…"

   Your statement fizzled out into a humored giggle as you noticed Daniel on the other side of the desk, watching you with a smile. His head was propped up on one of his arms as he watched silently.

   "...sometimes… I… uh—" you coughed away your embarrassment, tapping the pencil's lead onto the paper as you gathered your thoughts.

   Emma looked to Daniel. "Stop being so distracting! Gosh!" She complained, much to the humor of Daniel.

   "I didn't mean to," he qwelled, raising up his hands in defense. "My apologies."

   "Yeah, yeah. You better." Emma retorted before turning back to you. "You were saying?"

   You tried forcing the smile off your face, returning to the math. You quickly scribbled down the solution to the problem, giving a stutter-filled explanation. 

   Emma made a noise of realization. "Yeah, okay, I get it now!" With a sniff she snatched her headphones from the desk and jumped to her feet, making you flinch. "Alright, I'll let you know if I need anything."

   You shook your head at Daniel, who seemed amused. Typical Emma behavior.

   "She's always been like that," he whispered. "Very blunt."

   You laid your head down on your arms with a sigh. "Yeah, I can see it." 

   Emma was sitting on her bed, headphones blaring so loud you could nearly make out the lyrics in the song. She always listened to her music at that ear-splitting level; you were honestly a bit worried for her hearing.

   At the same time, it made Daniel feel more comfortable talking, which was a huge plus. You hadn't seen him make small talk to anybody else; it seemed he was only comfortable speaking up when it was just you and him. 

   He sat up, hands loosely interlocked as they rested on his legs. "How much longer will you be working here?" He questioned, shifting his gaze back to you with hesitance.

   You exhaled, eyes wandering around to the different items in Emma's room. "Uh… well, Emma's summer school is almost over, so she'll be pretty busy with her normal classes. I don't know if they will want me to come over for after school stuff or not."

   Daniel's LED blinked blue as he nodded. "Yeah… that's what I thought."

   You returned the nod through the now-heavy atmosphere.

   You had begun working here just four months ago, but it had felt like you had been here for much longer. Coming over here nearly every weekday would do that. 

   Daniel let out a small flurry of blinks as he appeared nervous. "If you… aren't… hired back," he asked cautiously. "...will… will we ever see you again?"

   A small scrap of used eraser was on the desk. You brushed it off as you looked away from Daniel. "I… I don't know, actually." You let out an anxious laugh, clasping your hands together. "I don't know how I—"

   There was a knock at the door.

   You flipped around in your chair, grasping the back support with one of your hands to hold you in place. Daniel quickly slid into a more formal position.

   John, Emma's father and your employer, poked his head into the room with a child-like grin. "Emma, Emma!"

   She didn't take notice, his voice undoubtedly inaudible through the music in her headphones.

   He pressed the door open a little more as he rested his arm on the doorknob, shaking his head before looking at you. "She can't hear me at all, can she?"

   You exhaled a laugh, looking to a silent Daniel as if an inside joke had occurred. "Guess not."

   John flicked on the lights, Emma quickly sliding the headphones down to free one of her ears. "Oh, hey dad! What is it?"

   Her father stifled a laugh, motioning her to join him. "I have a surprise. Thought you'd be excited to see it." He looked to you. "You'd probably like to see too."

   Aa Emma and John left the room, you stood up slowly, filled with confusion and tension. "Do you know what it is?" You asked in a near inaudible whisper.

   Daniel matched your movements, albeit with much more precision. He shook his head, mouthing the word no.

   You exited the room with Daniel in tow before stopping abruptly, causing Daniel to lightly bump into you unexpectedly.

   There was another android in the living room.

   She was standing very still, as if she were brand new and without any prior experience in being activated.

   John smiled as he turned a page in a small instruction booklet he was holding. "Surprise! New android!"

   With a heavy swallow you took slow steps towards the others, before turning to Daniel behind you.

   His mouth was agape as his eyes scanned over the new android. More concerningly, his LED was red.

   Emma crossed her arms, looking with a scowl from the new android to Daniel. "But what's gonna happen to Daniel?"

   John, for the first time since this whole debacle started, appeared conflicted. "He's pretty outdated, but he might sell for something," he pondered. "If nothing else we could always put him in storage."

   "W-what?"

   All eyes went to Daniel, who was clearly panicking. His eyes were wide, his professional stance broken in favor of a more natural and fearful one.

   John's eyebrows furrowed, the paper book making a small cracking noise as it bent in his hands. 

   You licked your lips before stepping in the line of sight between the two men. "I'll buy him," you muttered. "I have six hundred right now, I'll give you more later if I need to."

   Luckily, John had stopped paying attention to the panicked android behind you and had been taken aback by your sudden offer. "Six hundred? Really?" He looked astonished. "I mean… that's a lot for such an old android. I'm sure you could get a newer PL600 for about—"

   "Nope!" You shook your head, pointing over your shoulder with your thumb. "I want this one. It's already set up and everything."

   "Oh… okay…" John shrugged.

…

   You had kept a close eye on Daniel's LED on the way home. It had slowly calmed down to blue with the occasional flash of yellow, no doubt spurred by intrusive thoughts. 

   You licked your lips, trying to keep your voice soft. "Hey… you okay?"

   He looked to you briefly before he started wandering his vision once more. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

   You nodded, unsure how to address the situation. At least you were almost home.

   "It was just so sudden…" he muttered. "...I wasn't broken, or damaged, or anything... at least I don't think I am..."

   "No, no—" you shook your head. "—they just want the exciting new thing. There's nothing wrong with you. At all."

   "How can you be sure of that?" He responded with a bit more force in his voice.

   You stuck one of your hands in your pocket. "Well, I know you, Daniel. And that's what makes you better than any other android out there." You went to poke his cheek before he jerked away with a flurry of laughs.

   "Oh— stop it," he reprimanded, turning his face away from you in a failed attempt to hide a smile. 

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Mr. President

Chapter 22

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The doctor lets you come home that Saturday. You notice your husband is home all the time and some days Taehyung or Hoseok or even Jungkook would drop by to send him some files. You tell him you’d be fine on your own but he just brushes you off. He doesn’t shut himself off in his study too, instead he does his work on the study table in the master bedroom near you.

It still feels weird that your husband has completely changed in the time span that you’re in the hospital. He really sticks to his word and tries a lot for you. He’s not being mean to you, he doesn’t snap at you all the time except perhaps when you’re trying to do houseworks because you’re starting to get bored now.

He tries to make it up by bringing in all sorts of art set, empty canvases or easels for you to paint, that the bedroom is starting to look like an art studio. But it’s all done under his immense scrutiny, in case you ‘use too much of your shoulder’ as he says.

You’re still a little afraid of him, not yet coming completely into terms with the mafia side of his, body instinctively jerking away when he’s doing something remotely triggering your sense of alarm. You feel guilty because he never says anything about it, like saying you’re overreacting. He simply understands the trauma he causes so he puts a lot of effort to make sure he doesn’t do more than what you can handle, doesn’t do things that make you jump or touch you in any ways more than necessary.

Sometimes he’d go out briefly to attend necessary business matters and comes home with bouquets of flowers, jewelleries or any sorts of gifts.

And then even though he’s bad at it, he tries to cook for you and little by little you try to embrace him wholly, just by seeing how much he tries to make up for his ‘dark side’. And you adore him for putting so much effort.

He also starts to bring you along when he has his regular sparring sessions while practicing self-defence and martial arts just so you could learn how to defend yourself- what with being the wife of a mafia leader and all. Although of course, you can’t do anything yet so you just sit through the whole two hour watching a bunch of half naked men throwing punches at each other.

As you sit through the sparring session between your husband and Taeseok one day, you can’t help but wonder if your husband has a hidden grudge against him from the way he throws his punches. Once they’re done, you approach Taeseok first without thinking, asking if he’s okay. He seems flustered at first and quickly mutters, “I’m fine, Mrs. Park,” before dismissing himself.

You follow your husband as he heads to the locker room to change.

“Do you really have to hit him that hard? It’s just a sparring session,” you say.

He suddenly stops in his tracks, making you almost bump into his back and then swiftly turns around, narrowing his eyes at you. “Mrs. Park. Are you seriously worrying about another man right now?”

Before you could process it, he pushes you against the locker but in a very careful way, holding your waist instead of your shoulders and a gasp escapes your lips. “Hmm.. how do I punish you for that?”

For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss your lips but then he dips down to your neck and lightly bit it, and your heartbeat rate went from 60 to 150 per minute real quick. You glare at him when he pulls back only to see him smirking at you before he turns on his heel towards the shower.

For the first time ever, you curse your husband.

“I’m gonna have to return to the office soon.” Jimin says while you both are having dinner at home.

You nod. You know it’s inevitable and he would have to return to the company soon. It’s just a matter of time.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay at home?” He asks and you roll your eyes.

“I have three helpers and six bodyguards now, what exactly can happen to me?” You shake your head with a smile. Since your return home, he’d increased the amount of staffs and bodyguards assigned to you.

He reaches for your hand and smiles apologetically. “It’s for your own safety.”

You nod at him. “I know.”

It’s silent after that until he puts down his cutleries. “I’ve been thinking.. perhaps it’s time for me to step down from being the mafia leader.. BTS.”

You swallow but doesn’t say anything.

“I just thought that.. if I want to have a proper marriage with you and start a real family.. well, it won’t help if the father’s constantly targeted by enemies.”

You take a deep breath. “I.. it’s up to you. I... I don’t really... know..”

He gives you a quick smile. “Of course I can’t just put my feet down and wash my hand completely but.. I’ll try to pull back and not step in unless it’s really needed.”

“What does.. you know, BTS do anyways?”

He smiles wickedly. “You wanna know?”

You suddenly think it’s a very bad idea. “I.. I don’t know.. Do you.. do you just- you know.. take people out for fun? Or..”

He chuckles. “No.. no we don’t do that. If it assures you, we don’t kill innocent people. We.. offer like a service, like a hired mercenary to take out people or do some work for the government when they don’t want their hands dirty but they’re all evil people. Those that we.. take out. And doing those kind of things inevitably give you enemies.. but we try not to engage in gang fights unless they start it first.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine. “O... kay..”

His lips quirk up at you. “And that’s it. The rest of the details.. let’s just say they’re unnecessary for you to know.” He stand up then and leans in to peck your forehead quickly. “I’ll be in the study.” He says. You stay in your seat for a moment longer, processing the details of your conversation with your husband. You appreciate that he’s being honest with you a lot more now and doesn’t keep things from you but you can’t help the goosebumps that start to form on your arms whenever he tells you things about the dark side.

It’s been about a week since Jimin has started working at the office again. You fork at your food, no longer having the appetite to finish it. Because you’re too nervous to say something to your husband. You keep glancing at him as he eats that one night, trying to gauge his mood and gathering your courage all at the same time.

Finally, you take a deep breath. “Can I go out with Jungkook tomorrow?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

You want to go out with Jungkook. You and him had talked a lot about arts before. And this afternoon, he texted you about an art school he found that you’ve been searching for.

“What for?” He asks.

“What do you mean what for?”

He narrows his eyes. “Why do you want to go out with him?”

“I.. have something to.. buy?” You cock your head to one side.

“Isn’t Taeseok enough? You can take him or even Daniel with you. Are you even well enough to go out?”

“It’s been a month since I’ve been discharged..” you pout. “Please..?”

“I’ll come with you then.”

“No! I know you have an important meeting tomorrow. Besides, I’ll be fine with Jungkook.”

There’s a reason why you want Jungkook to come with you. And also because you want to buy your husband a gift. But you can’t tell him that.

He glares. “It’s dangerous to go out with a gang member. Jungkook’s a kid. I don’t trust him with you.”

You struggle not to roll your eyes. “Jimin, I’m literally the same age with him.”

“That makes two kids then.”

You sigh in exasperation. “Jimin please..”

He clenches his jaw. “Fine. If anything happens, I’m not gonna be there.” And with that, he storms out of the kitchen.

You feel like crying. You’ve been getting along so good with him lately and now you’ve ruined it. You have no idea why he’s being so irrelevant. If anything, Jungkook’s probably the best at hand combat, or second best to Jimim at least, you can’t compare due to their different combat style. But nevertheless, he’s highly skilled despite his young age.

You sigh.

“Hey Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “He’ll come around.”

You smile sadly.

“He’ll realize he’s being stupid so no worries okay?”

You smile at his words then nod. Alright, it’ll be very rude to Jungkook if you keep being out of it when you’re here with him.

“We’re here.” He says as the car pulls into the parking lot. You look out the window. It’s an art school for the special kids. You can’t believe he really found the place for it. You have to thank him or the BTS connections.

When you and Jungkook enters, you are both greeted by one of the school teacher. She brings you both for a tour around the place and you’ve never felt so fascinated with everything.

The reason why you’re searching for this kind of school is because you want to donate to the school. You received a huge sum of insurance money after being hospitalized which you’ve no idea when and how your husband registered for it.

You briefly mentioned about searching for the school to Jungkook because for some reason you feel like he can find anything. And he did.

You thought perhaps Jungkook may feel bored coming out with you. But he seems even more enthusiastic than you. You know he’s very much talented in arts because Jimin has one of his painting back at home and it’s super gorgeous. But you don’t know that he knows this much about arts. He also explains how the school operates from business perspective that leaves you in awe. He really is a businessman that does his research. You smile when you see him play with kids, he’s super kind with them. He bought art sets for a lot of the students which unfortunately was not enough for everyone so he promised he’ll send more for the rest of the kids. Jungkook’s a really nice kid, you think. You smile sheepishly thinking you didn’t bring anything for them.

When the tour with the art school is done, you drag Jungkook to do some shopping with you. For some reason, you feel like buying your husband a gift. Simply because he had been such a huge support ever since you were hospitalized. It’s the only way you could think of to repay him for all the amount of things he had made easier for you and the understanding he shows without having you to say a word.

It’s almost dark when you finally reach home that night. As soon as you step out of the car, you feel slightly disoriented and would’ve doubled over the ground if it wasn’t because of Taeseok, your bodyguard who was trailing from behind immediately holding you.

“Are you alright, Mrs. Park?”

You nod. “Just a little lightheaded.” You quickly dismiss it and enter the house.

Once you’ve finished showering, you set out to search for Jimin. He wasn’t in the bedroom. You head to his study. Still empty. You frown, wondering where he is. You set back downstairs and once again you almost lost balance completely, the stairs’ image doubling for a split second.

What’s with the sudden headache? You almost want to ask your head.

Head still spinning, you head towards the lounge room and from outside the room, you hear the muffled sound from the TV. When you enter, you see your husband in his pyjama pants and casual T-shirt. He’s watching TV, which is very rare, you think.

He briefly glances at you as you make your way towards him but makes no effort to say anything.

“Jimin..? Are you still mad at me?”

He doesn’t look up. You stand awkwardly beside him.

“I’m back in one piece.” You try to joke.

He glares at this. Oops, not funny it seems.

You hesitantly sit next to him. “Can I borrow your hand?” When he won’t look at you, you take his hand in yours. And suddenly his head snaps towards you when you’re about to reach for the gift behind you. You gasp when he clasped his fingers tighter. Then his other hand touches your forehead.

“Why are you so hot?” He asks.

“Am I?” You giggle. The question sounds a little funny.

He rolls his eyes then proceeds to touch your neck. “You’re having a fever.”

“Am I?”

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly not finding the situation funny. “I let you out with the kid for a day and you come home sick.”

“It’s not his fault..”

He narrows his eyes at you and you shut your mouth immediately. “Stay here. I’ll fetch the thermometer.” You reach for his hand immediately.

“Please sit down. I have something to give you.”

He frowns but does as he’s told.

Smiling, you reach for the gift. “I bought something for you today..” He stares as you open it and gently place it on his wrist. “It’s not that expensive like your other watches.. but um.. It’s a watch and a bracelet. With our name...”

He stares at the gift. Then he looks at you softly. “Thank you. I love it.” He leans forward very, very slowly and even though you can anticipate it, your heart is not ready. He plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel your own heart rate picking up. You think you’ll faint at any second. Your rapid heartbeat and a buzzing head, not a good combination.

“Are you still mad at me?” Your eyes almost flutter close.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not mad, idiot. I’m just worried.” He puts a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s very easy for you to be targeted if you’re out with the members.. I don’t want to put you through any of that ever again because of me..”

You shut your eyes. Because your husband’s soft voice is really like a lullaby. Also because you can’t hold it anymore. You fell into into his arms and he catches you easily.

He gently carries you in his arms to the bedroom. His heart full of adoration for you.

I’m bad at writing fluffs but I hope this is super sweet and smooth like butter to make you guys smile 🤣 also, thanks for the warm words in previous chapters 🥺 you guys are amazing!!!!!

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Just Like Me

To read at my Ao3 CLICK HERE This is the first chapter. sorry is its a little rough. :sweatdrop:

Almost forgot! Tw: i will be going heavy on quirkless discrimination and mental health issues. Theres not much in the first chapter but i do want to touch on it at some point.

School was never something he looked forward to. After all, what was there to look forward to? He was used to getting bullied, made fun of for being different, called names, shoved around. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Many years ago, maybe he would have been the normal one? 

Then again, what even was normal?

It used to be normal to go to school- learn history, math, science and whatever language the school taught. 

It used to be normal to not have any powers, after all -  superheroes were a dream. Stories people made up to tell themselves. Heroes existed, yes, but they never had powers. Heroes were just people, average people. 

Again, there's another word that's changed. Average. 

Normal. Average. 

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for the average person to look human.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal  for the average person to have no powers.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for superheroes to only be a thing of stories.

That was two hundred years ago. Not now.

Now it's weird to not have powers.

Now you get bullied for being regular. Quirkless.

One of 20%. 

Mathematically, he thought it was stupid that so many people get treated so differently. He did remember Mr. Lancer telling him of people getting treated for less. Mr. Lancer told him two hundred years ago, 10% of the population was seen as satanic because of what hand they used to write with. A similar estimated percent was discriminated against because of who they loved, or what they identified as. 

“Sadly, Mr. Fenton, the human race has a history of not tolerating those who they see as a minority.”

“I remember that from history Mr. Lancer.” Danny sighed, leaning his head on his hand. His eyes stared out the window, looking at the stormy weather. “I remember you talking about how things used to be.”

The teacher pursed his lips, staying quiet and looking at him with concern.

Lancer had asked Danny to stay after class to speak to him. He never did like how Daniel’s peers would gang up on him after school ended. The best he could usually do was this. Casper’s principal was... far too likely to be accepting of anything the more wealthy students’ parents had to say.

“Is that why you’ve been spacing out all day then, Danny?” 

It was asked gently. Danny’s eyes glanced over to the balding teacher before darting back to the window. He hummed for a moment. “...Kinda. I got a lot on my mind.”

“Penny for your thoughts then?” Lancer pulled his chair next to his desk.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of rain gently pattering against the classroom windows filled the room while Danny collected his thoughts. Blue eyes watched raindrops roll down the glass.

“I don’t get it, Mr. Lancer.” His voice was quiet as the floodgates opened. “Everyone in my family has quirks. Dad is strong. My mom can copy anyone’s fighting styles just by watching. Jazz can look at someone and-.... well you know.” He sank down into his chair. “Aunty A, even has a quirk. I've never seen her miss a shot. And then there's me. Daniel James Fenton. The first quirkless person in our family in a long time. Don’t get me wrong either, it doesn’t bother me too much.” Liar. “It’s just... it feels like the cherry on top of everything else.

“My parents got an invitation to teach some classes at UA in Japan. In Japan, I've never lived anywhere but here. Amity Park. It’s not like they can leave me here. PLUS, Jazz has always wanted to go there for the General studies.”

“I understand your concern, Danny. But I’ve seen your work,” There was slight amusement in Mr. Lancers voice. “Aren’t you good at building things? I know I’ve caught you tinkering with something more than once in class.”

Danny’s face flushed red. “...My parent’s usually make those. They’re old models of support gear they have made. I was seeing if I could get a glitch out.”

“And?”

“...I keep shocking myself.” He mumbled. “It hurts like hell.”

“While I can’t say I’m happy that you are getting injured. As long as you are safe, I'm glad.” Mr. Lancer offered a smile to the teen. “As for the other predicament, you are always open to contact me if you need me after you move.”

“Thank you Mr. Lancer.”

~~~~~~~

Danny was thankful that they moved over the summer and not in the middle of the year. School was already hectic enough as was. Moving in the middle of the year was not something he ever wanted to do, let alone moving across the globe in the middle of the year.

He kept to himself for the first few weeks. He liked to walk around, exploring the new area. It felt different than Amity park. More crowded. He noted early on there was definitely more hero around too. It didn’t bother him too much.

That's a lie.

More heroes means more villains.

He didn’t like villains.

He also didn’t like being a hostage.

Lucky him!

He was held hostage by a villain not even before the end of the second week. Not that this was a first time experience for him, having been a favorite target back in Amity Park. He knew all the heroes back home personally because of it. People just loved to take quirkless people hostage. One would think, with the target that seems to hang over his head, that Daniel James Fenton wouldn’t take such risks as walking around alone at night. One would think that if he did, it would be out of necessity, and he would at least have something on him to defend himself.

...yeah no that's not the case. Why in the world would that be the case?

Danny was shoved onto the ground, air leaving his lungs as he hit. He gasped for air, trying to look at who was targeting him now. He couldn’t really tell much about the person, ratty clothes and a hoodie pulled up to cover their face. Nothing could be seen under the hood, it was just shadow, pure, black shadow.

“What’s a runt like you doing out right now?” The villain crouched next to Danny. Chuckling when he tried to scoot away. They put a foot on one of Danny’s wrists, “Ah-ah. Now that’s rude. I’m talking to you punk.”

Danny didn’t respond, wincing at the pressure on his arm. 

“It’s rather rude to ignore your elders.” The villain put more pressure, adjusting so they were crouched like a vulture next to prey.

“F-fuck you. I’ve seen worse.” He growled

The regret in saying that was nearly instant. In the blink of an eye, the ground next to his head - that was solid concrete what the hell- was shattered. The villain was making an inhuman noise, a low gutteral sound coming from them. “You haven’t seen my worst. I wasn’t gonna do much to ya, but I’m starting to change my mind kid.”

He knew he should do anything else - he was already on a thin line - but fuck it. He had a free hand anyways. He grabbed something from his pocket and slammed it against the villain. “As I said before. Fuck. You.” He pressed the button on the side.

The machine sparked to life. Quite literally. Danny still didn’t know what it was supposed to do, but he could make it shock things. Like a weird taser. Unlucky for Danny he was literally pinned to the ground beneath the villain getting tased. And as everyone knows. Humans are conductive. Very conductive. 

Strangely the villain didn't even flinch. The growl getting louder as they grabbed the device from their shoulder and crushed it with their hand. Danny started shaking. Okay so that was a horrible idea. 

The shadows of the alley gathered around the villain. Climbing up their clothing and slowly slithering along their arm. They held Danny down, forming chains around him. In the villain’s hand, a knife, absorbing all light, The villian made the move to attack, and Danny closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

It never did.

It lessened. 

Weight lifted from him, a weight he hadn’t realized was there besides his arm. Tentatively he opened his eyes. 

The villain was on the ground a few meters away from him, knocked out and tied up to a fire exit- similar to how Batman would leave criminals for the cops. Danny blinked. He hadn’t heard anything. So what in the world happened? And how could that have happened so fast? 

Standing up, he looked around for a sign of anyone being there to help him.

Oddly enough. It seemed no one had caused the villain to go down, at least not that Danny could see. Blue eyes scanned the area for a moment, looking for anything that wasn’t there before. Nothing popped out. Nothing was out of place. It looked like no one had been there.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The air condensed, forming mist as it left his mouth and floated away. It was like when he first stepped outside in the winter. Which was strange- it was the middle of summer. A small frown formed on his face. The nights here weren’t that cold normally. 

He brushed it off, ignoring the goosebumps running along his skin as the air chilled. Perhaps whoever knocked the villain out had a rather cold quirk, he mused to himself. Heroes normally make themselves known at this point, checking to see if he was okay. 

He had an inkling it wasn’t a hero. At least not a licensed one. Not that he minded. He didn’t care who it was really. They saved his life… he was grateful for that.

Danny looked up to the clear sky, moonlight peaking over the buildings enough to illuminate the alley where the street lights glowed. He smiled up to the stars. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I wasn’t paying attention tonight.”

He left the alley, starting his way back home. He never caught sight of the figure watching him.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #mha x dp #bnha #mha

[cosmik-homo]

okay wait... jack o'neill

Ooh Jack O'Neill my friend Jack O'Neill

1: sexuality headcanon: Gay Little Colonel Moments real. I'm watching a reel of them in my head right now they literally happened. I mean hell he's divorced.

2: otp: this is how O'Neill'c can still win this- just. What if you told me you could help this people and for the first time ever I believed you. And then we killed my false god, and many after him, and we were both boys, and we gave each other something to believe in and went to hockey games -

3: brotp- I love him and Carter i do but I'm going with him and Daniel here they're so funny and sassy and friends though they're so different and like. Y'know? They're The Original.

4: notp- honestly more bothered by Daniel xOneill in the tags than by the knowledge they (the straight universe on the tv) will try and convince jack/sam is canon..... That's his baby brother to me that's his stupid nerd.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head- big sweet tooth. I feel like it's too canonically supported to count as a Random Headcanon but. Specifically I feel like he's a Sour Belt kinda guy.

6: favorite line from this character

Literally every insane shit that comes out his mouth is actual gold,,, I'm voting "you go, girl!" I love it whenever he says it. Zie girlies auf stargate.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I too have ADHD and just say whatever stupid shit comes out of my mouth and have to live with it. Your (Military) Career (And Survival) Should Always Be Your Second Priority Your First Is To Be The Funniest Little Guy In This Enemy Prison. He's just gotta quip and it's not a Writing Style thing it's a legit bizzare personality and so relatable.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character.

Jufjfjfjdhjdudg well prev sometimes but also I KNOW exactly how weird and 90s and repressed he would be if he met an actual openly gay person y'know. I can imagine the character voice too well

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic fave??? Stop making me feel like I'm shilling for the us armyyyy why is my blorbo us army :( although I have feelings about like the fuckex up way he ended up there too y'know still. Funny gay in the wat machine :/ he did some tough shots here and there y'know.