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becauseimswagman1 · 10 months

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A/N: This story will (Read: might) be uploaded in 4 parts. This is part 1 out of.... unknown. This man has been on my radar since Love, Victor, and now that he's been in Never Have I Ever, more people can see how amazing he is.

A/N#2: This isn't a fic for Victor (L, V) or Ethan (NHIE). This is a fic for the actor behind those characters, Michael Cimino.

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What Are We?

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There’s something about waking up naked to breakfast in bed from your best friend that seems fake as hell, except it’s not and it’s happening to you.

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You and Michael met at an after-party for a movie premiere a couple of years ago. The two of you bonded over how bad the movie was even though the cast of actors was amazing.

He thought you were very pretty and tried flirting, but he stumbled over his words. You thought it was cute that an established actor was essentially fumbling trying to talk to you, so you saved him the trouble and asked for his number.

After that night, the two of you were inseparable for about two weeks since that’s all the time he had left to stay in LA before he went back to filming. The distance didn’t stop y’all, though. He always made sure to check on you, ordering you food from across the country just to make sure you ate, sending “good morning” texts, etc. That continued over the years and sometimes you thought he was crushing on you, but you didn’t want to assume anything.

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So, when he surprised you for y’all’s two-year “friend-iversary” by showing up at your doorstep with flowers, your favorite dessert in hand, and a hand-written letter that says how much he cherishes you as a person made you swoon a bit because nobody had ever done that for you, friend or not. Maybe you’d been the one to develop a crush on him.

“Michael?! What the fuck are you doing here?”, you moved out the doorway so he could walk in.

He went straight to your kitchen to put the dessert in the freezer, “Thank God you weren’t taking a nap, this ice cream cake would’ve melted.”

You followed behind him and sat on the counter and watched him move around your kitchen like he lived there, the sight was so cute. If only you weren’t so afraid to tell him how you felt.

“Um… Hi Michael?”

“Hi hello, how are you on this wonderful day?” he hugged you tight, his face buried in your neck. The way his breath felt on you had you thinking some very impure thoughts.

You pushed him back before you could let out an audible moan, “Wonderful day? It’s definitely a regular-ass Tuesday.”

“It’s our fucking friend-iversary! Did you forget or something?” you did forget, you’re willing to admit that but then again you weren’t even aware that this was something that’d be happening.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing, dude! Is that why you showed up with all that stuff?”

“Duhhh. Annnd it’s the first time we’re seeing each other in SIX MONTHS! It’s the longest I’ve ever been away from you! How are you not vibrating out of your skin right now?”

That was an easy question to answer. Every piece of excitement that would’ve exploded when you saw him was quickly taken over by a bit of arousal. He had clearly been hitting the gym every day and the tank top plus short shorts combo was doing something to you.

“I was just working on something before you came,” you saw his eyes light up, “Woahhh before you get all excited, no you can’t see it.”

You’re sort of an influencer. You do a ton of stuff without the restriction of a company behind you. You manage yourself and do it well. Your profession is being an editor.

“Oh come on~. You know I enjoy watching you work, even if I don’t completely understand what you’re doing.”

“The final answer is no. Anyway, what are we doing for this friend-iversary?”

He opened your cabinet and took out a bag of chips and started eating them, “I was thinking that we get dressed super fancily and go to an overpriced restaurant, then we come back here to Netflix and Chill.”

Your eyes widened at his words, was he suggesting you two hook up? Like sleep in the bed in a non-platonic way?

He saw your expression change, “Wait, wait, wait I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that we chill out and have some of my famous margaritas.”

“Oh! Right, right,” You were kinda sad that he didn’t mean it, but you certainly weren’t gonna let him sense that you were bummed, “So, what’s this letter?” You held up an envelope.

He cleared his throat, “Oh that?” he snatched it from you, “That’s something I want you to read when I leave the state. Got it?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Now that we’ve got that straight, go get dressed. Our reservations are at eight and you take forever to get ready.” he put the chip bag down and started walking to the door.

“I do not take forever, wait, where are you going?”

“To get my suitcase. We finished filming yesterday and I thought I’d spend some time here… Is that okay with you?”

You smiled a little, “DUH! Why wouldn’t it be okay with me? Go get your bag before I purposely take forever to get ready.”

He was already halfway out the door when you finished your sentence.

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our-flag-means-love · 1 year

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PERSONAL OFMD-IVERSARY

(a selection of favorite quotes from the episode i first watched one year ago today!)

DAY 5 (3/25): Episode 5 – The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 6&7 | EP 8&9 | EP 10

#this ep has too many good quotes #also obvs you wear fine things well is the best but i'm trying to do UNDERRATED quotes #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd gif #ofmd gifs #ofmd gifset #stede bonnet #oluwande boodhari #ofmd oluwande #ofmd frenchie #lucius spriggs #ofmd lucius #edward teach #blackbeard #ofmd antoinette #ofmd gabriel

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i-am-totally-a-human-being · 2 years

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Anniversary

11th Doctor x (fem)reader

Part One: The Girls Who Waited

(This part is somewhat a rewrite of The Eleventh Hour)

Don’t let the fluffy title fool you, this isn’t just gonna be a fluffy one shot. This is a multi part story that I randomly got the idea for!

Characters: 11th Doctor, mentions of 10 and Rose, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, and you! There are side characters but you guys are what’s important

Warnings: near death experience not really in this part but in future parts, cursing maybe in the future? Idk if I think of warning I’ll add them. Also there might be typos even though I proofread this

Paring: 11th Doctor x reader, Amy x Rory, Amy x reader(platonic)

Part two when it’s posted —> [Part Two]

Enjoy!

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You had been traveling with the Doctor for 2 years. Well, 1 year and 360 days, to be exact. Your run-away-iversary, as you called it, was coming up soon and the Doctor had been taking you to amazing planets to meet the nicest people in the universe as a week long present. Honestly, with how he was treating you these past two days when the week started, you’d think you two were dating from an outside view. Of course you weren’t, the Doctor wasn’t one for dating humans.

Not that you didn’t want to date him. You very much did. You were in love with him the moment you met him, but you only admitted it to yourself 360 days ago. It was your one year run-away-iversary with him, he had dropped Amy and Rory off at home and taken you to a planet consisting entirely of fancy space cuisine, the people who lived there specialized in it. He insisted he was doing it because you had brought up the anniversary (which, to be fair, you did but it was mostly as a joke) but you both knew he was just as excited to celebrate, if not more excited, than you were.

It was when he spat the champagne the waiter gave him back into his cup and started complaining about the taste that you declared your love for him in your head for only you to hear. To this day you still didn’t know why that was the moment that solidified it for you, but it was.

However, you knew you needed to keep your mouth shut. The Doctor had opened up to you previously about past humans he had fallen in love with, and what happened to them. How he never got to truly express to the ever famous Rose Tyler what his true feelings were, and never would get that chance to. You could practically see it in his eyes as he was telling you that he was thinking “never again. I will never fall for a human ever again.” And you loved your Doctor too much to put him through conflict like that.

Not that you thought you had a chance, you definitely thought he was out of your league, but on the off chance he did have the same feelings as you, you didn’t want to tell him and make him decide if he wanted to lose someone again. You were human after all, you had come to terms very quickly that he would most definitely outlive you.

So you kept your mouth shut, and admired him from afar. Amy caught you more than a couple times staring at the Doctor as he explained something you couldn’t and wouldn’t care to fully understand, simply admiring the way his hands flailed about or how his coat swished every time he turned while pacing. She would always make fun of you for it when you were alone, but you knew it was all in good fun. Besides, she knew about your massive crush on the TimeLord. She was the entire reason you were traveling with him in the first place.

-15 years, 360 days ago, Amy’s childhood home-

“I’m telling you, Y/N, it’s not just a crack!”

“And I’m telling you that it is!” You and your somewhat new friend playfully bickered in her bedroom while you tried to fall asleep.

You met Amelia when she moved to Leadworth a few months back, and so far were one of her only friends despite being one year older than her. This other girl Melody, who went by Mel, also seemed to like her, but they hadn’t hung out as much as you and Amelia had.

“You sound just like my aunt,” Amelia pouted, “it’s not just a crack, Y/N. You can hear voices from it.”

“I know, voices telling you that some prisoner zero has escaped,” you sighed, “but how can there be a prison that lost a prisoner inside your wall?”

“I don't know. Who do I even ask for help?”

“Well it’s saying a prisoner escaped, so maybe a policeman?” As if on cue, you and Amelia jumped as you heard a crash outside. You looked at each other for a moment before running to the window and seeing a tipped over blue police box, smoking from the inside and on top of what used to be a shed. You both looked at each other again, nodded, and ran downstairs to grab your shoes and flashlights.

Once you were outside, things happened extremely quickly. A man climbed out, soaking wet (apparently he was in the swimming pool… or the library?), asking for an apple before running into a tree. You and Amelia helped him inside, you handing him a towel to dry his hair while she grabbed an apple for him.

He didn’t like the apple, spat it out in fact, and asked for yogurt. Then he spat that out too and asked Amelia to fry something since she was Scottish (he also kept saying things that made it sound like he was just reborn, like having a new mouth or his steering being off). After bacon was a bust, Amelia and you tried baked beans, or bread on butter, but that only ended with a gross mess in the sink and a broken plate in Amelia’s yard. Eventually the man took matters into his own hands, and now sat across from you two, dipping fish fingers into a bowl of custard while you and Amelia ate some vanilla ice cream straight from the tub.

You held back a laugh as the man took a big gulp of the custard, bringing it down to reveal his upper lip was now coated in the thick and yellow liquid. To be honest, it actually grossed you out a bit thinking about how that food combination tasted, but you tried not to think about it too hard.

“You’re funny.” Amelia spoke up to break the silence, you nodding in agreement.

“Am I,” he asked, swallowing the food in his mouth, “good. Funny’s good. What’s your name?”

“Amelia Pond.”

“And you?” He looked at you, making you tense up. You had almost forgotten you were visible.

“Uh, Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Oh those are brilliant names,” he smiled as he took another bite, “Amelia Pond and Y/N L/N. Like names from a fairytale. Are we in Scotland, Amelia and Y/N?”

“No,” Amelia sighed, “had to move to England. It’s rubbish!” You rolled your eyes, nudging her lightly. You knew England wasn’t her favorite place but you thought she was starting to warm up with you by her side.

“Hmm, what about your guys mom and dad? Are they upstairs? Thought we would have woken them by now.”

“My mum and dad are at my house, I’m just sleeping over.”

“And I don’t have a mum and dad… just an aunt.”

“Hm,” he smiled at her, “I don’t even have an aunt.”

“You’re lucky.” Amelia and you said at the same time, making him laugh.

“I know,” he took another bite, “so where’s she?”

“Out.”

“Out? Has she left you all alone?”

“She said it was ok since I’m a year older and more responsible,” You answered this time, making him look at you, “I think it’s rubbish, but it’s not like we’re scared.”

“Of course you're not, you two aren’t scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard,” he took another bite, almost as if to prove a point, “and look at you! Just sitting there! So you know what I think?”

“….what?”

“Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.”

Once again, everything moved all too quickly. The man, who was called The Doctor, called the crack something along the lines of two things in time that shouldn’t have touched. He opened the crack with a tiny tool he called a sonic screwdriver, and you actually heard what Amelia had told you about. Something saying “Prisoner zero has escaped,” and the Doctor thought that said prisoner must have come through the crack and was hiding somewhere in the house. As terrifying of a thought as that was, being near the man who you hoped knew what he was doing did put your mind at ease.

However, as quickly as he arrived, he had to leave. Something about the police box, which was apparently a spaceship, recalibrating and trying to take off. You and Amelia asked if you could come, but he said it was too dangerous. He promised to come back, though, and you truly and honestly believed him. Enough so that, after his ship magically disappeared, you both ran upstairs and packed a bag before going back into the yard and waiting for his return.

Twelve years later, you worked the last few hours of your shift at a diner downtown. It was a small community, and it seemed like every other customer was bringing up yours and Amelia’s (who now went by just Amy) imaginary friend, The Raggedy Doctor. Of course, you and Amy knew it wasn’t imaginary.

You two were forever known as the girls who wouldn’t let go of their childhoods, refusing to admit that the funny man from space was a figment of your imagination. Eventually you and Amy just stopped trying to convince people it was real, because you both had accepted that no one would believe you. Hell, Rory didn’t even believe you two, and he listened to everything Amy said. She always told you and Rory that he’d come back one day and, while you always agreed with her, there was a part of you that was afraid your Raggedy Doctor had forgotten you two and you’d be left behind.

Right after dropping off a booth's food, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You weren’t supposed to look at it while you were working, but you had been working an extra long shift and felt you deserved a small break. You slipped into the staff bathroom and locked the door, pulling out your phone and opening it.

From: Amy

Emergency!! Call me right now!!

You rolled your eyes, this was probably something stupid involving Rory that she wanted you to settle. You pressed call and put the phone to your ear, the other like ringing for less than a second before she picked up.

“Y/N, you're not gonna believe this.”

“What is it now? You know I’m at work, i can't just take calls-“

“The Doctor is literally in my hallway, cuffed to my radiator.”

“….” You were stunned into silence. This had to be a joke, a stupid prank.

“Y/N he came back,” Amy took your silence as a sign to keep talking, “he just ran in yelling something about Prisoner Zero while I was getting ready to go to a party and I just whacked him with a cricket bat! I’m dressed as a police woman right now so I think I’ll interrogate him when he wakes up.”

“…is it really him?” You whispered, those four words being the only things you could even think of. He actually came back? Sure he was twelve years late but hey, better late than never right?

“I don't know,” Amy sighed, “he doesn’t look even five minutes older than he was twelve years ago. I’m not sure what to think.”

“Well if it is really him you whacked him and cuffed him for no reason,” you finally came to your senses, scolding her, “I can't leave work early so just keep him there for now and make sure he doesn’t have a concussion! I’ll be there after my shift ends in two hours.” You hung up before she could reply, quickly leaving the bathroom to finish your shift.

The next two hours went by painstakingly slow. Especially the last thirty minutes, when the tv in the diner started displaying what looked like an eyeball and saying “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated“ over and over, the radio saying the same. You tried calling Amy to ask if she was having the same problem, but your phone would repeat the same phrase over and over whenever you pressed call.

When your shift was finally over, you threw your apron on the hook, grabbed your bag, and booked it towards Amy’s house. You were running across a small grass field when the light shifted, making you pause and turn to see the sun changing shape and color. Everyone around you was taking pictures of it, but you couldn't have cared less about it. You had much more important things to do.

You caught sight of a man running across the field as well, grabbing a phone out of a nurses hand and looking at it. You immediately recognized the nurse as Rory, and started running over to ask him if he had heard from Amy at all, only to stop when you looked at the man who had taken the phone, and Amy now running over as well.

“The suns going out,” hearing the man’s voice only confirmed it for you, which made you start running to him, “and you’re taking a picture of a man and his dog. Why?” Amy met up with you as The Doctor shoved the phone back into Rory’s hand.

“I- Uh, because he’s-“

“In the hospital, in a coma.” The Doctor spoke at the same time as him. You looked him up and down as Amy walked over to introduce Rory to him. He was exactly the same as he was twelve years ago, Amy wasn’t wrong. Same torn up shirt, same slightly too long dress pants, same hair, same everything. This was The Doctor, no doubt. He came back. You teared up, covering your mouth as you tried to hold back the rivers threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Doctor, this is Rory,” Amy introduced, “he’s my… friend.”

“Boyfriend.”

“Friend.”

“Excellent,” he froze, looking over at you, “why is that woman looking at me and crying?”

“Doctor,” you muttered, stepping closer and pulling your hands away from your face to reach for him, “y-you finally came back….”

“….Y/N?” He hesitantly asked, now looking you up and down. Unlike him, you had changed drastically. Your hair was a different color, not like Amy’s that had stayed a fiery red all these years. Obviously you were taller, and right now you were wearing a 1950s style diner waitress dress.

“I can't believe you actually came back,” you laughed, jumping forward and hugging him as tight as you could, “I thought you forgot about us!”

“Oh of course I didn’t,” he hugged back immediately, rubbing your back quickly, “I just got the timing off. It’s only been a few minutes for me but years for you…”

“Well clearly,” you laughed, pulling away and holding onto his shoulders, “your clothes are still damp! From the library swimming pool!”

“And look at you,” he looked you up and down again, rubbing your arms, “all grown up! I see you and Amy are still friends!”

“I never left her side, she needed someone to back her up on her stories about you.”

“Speaking of,” Amy interrupted, “Prisoner zero, twenty minutes till the end of the world, remember?”

“Right,” The Doctor let you go and turned to the man Rory had taken a picture of, “let’s do this.

You couldn’t exactly follow what happened after. The Doctor saved the world from Prisoner Zero and made sure the aliens looking for it never would return to Earth again. He had finally changed clothes, too, and now sported a tweed jacket, suspenders, and bow tie that he had totally stolen from the hospital.

He was gone before you knew it, and you and Amy were running back to her house to hopefully finally hitch a ride on his ship like he had promised. But, when you started rounding the corner to her backyard, you heard a noise you hadn’t heard in years, but one you recognized all too well. Once you got to the backyard, he was gone.

Admittedly, you cried. You cried a lot. But it was only for the first few days after he left again, after that you accepted it all and moved on. To your surprise, nearly everyone in town continued on as normal. That day wasn’t known as “the day aliens literally came down to earth” as it should have been, it was “the day the sun looked funny” as if people had just forgotten or chosen to ignore the whole giant floating eyeball alien thing. You, Amy, and Rory, however, knew the truth of what happened that day, and it made the three of you incredibly close. Closer than you were before. They both went to you when they were fighting, Rory enlisted your help to steal one of Amy’s rings so he could get the right size to propose to her, and you were with Amy when she picked out her wedding dress. And two years after prisoner zero, you were struggling to fall asleep despite needing to be up early to help with Amy and Rory’s wedding. You were Amy’s maid of honor, and you were taking it very seriously.

Maybe it was nervousness that was keeping you awake. Amy was your best friend, you knew her better than she knew herself, and you were shocked when she said yes to Rory when he proposed. It wasn’t anything against Rory, he was an amazing guy and one of your best friends, but Amy was just never the kind to be ok with being tied down like this. That didn’t mean you weren’t happy for them, but you were also scared Amy would back out last minute.

You heard an all too familiar noise outside, making you sit up. There was no way. He didn’t know where you lived, he couldn’t have. Not only had you moved out since you were a kid, but you had even moved apartments since everything with prisoner zero happened. You looked out the window of your bedroom on the third floor of your apartment building, stomach dropping when you saw the blue police box on the grass in front of the building.

It was like it was calling to you.

You immediately grabbed a t-shirt and jeans from your dresser and changed as fast as you could, slipping on some sandles as you grabbed your phone and keys on your way out. You were slightly out of breath after running down the three flights of stairs, but it didn’t stop you from running outside and towards the box. You jumped as the door opened right before you were going to knock, The Doctor on the other side with a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said, looking at his feet, “14 years is a long time to wait for an adventure.”

“…where’s Amy?”

“She’s at her house, packing a few of the essentials. She told me where you lived so I could come tell you to do the same.”

“Tell me to pack? Why?”

“Well,” he gestured behind him, making you realize how much bigger the room behind him was from the outside of the police box, “I figured I’d finally let you see what this old box is all about. What do you say? Want to run away with a madman and his box?” He offered you his hand, and you took it without hesitation.

You ran away with him, and you never looked back.

-present day-

You always looked back on that day with such fondness. In reality, that was the day you fell in love with The Doctor, but you only admitted it to yourself later.

Now, on the third day of your week long celebration, The Doctor told you he was taking you to a pastel purple planet you didn’t care to learn how to pronounce. It was empty, the species inhabiting it dying off due to unknown causes thousands of years prior. It was totally safe, though, or at least that’s what the Doctor said to make you feel safer. Even if it wasn’t, you didn’t mind a little action and danger. You were tough, and could take quite a few hits before you were defeated, so you knew you could take on this possibly dangerous planet.

What neither you or The Doctor expected, though, was to be torn apart and nearly killed by your very own minds.

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Hope you all like this beginning! I’ll write up the second part soon, thanks for reading!

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noona-clock · 1 year

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The Flight Attendant - Part 4

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,968

One Year Later

If Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up during your text conversation this morning, you would have completely forgotten it had been a whole year since you'd started your job as a flight attendant.

But Yunhyeong, being the incredibly thoughtful and considerate person he was, had brought it up. He'd actually remembered the exact date of your first meeting and had told you it was a cause for celebration.

It had been several months since you'd felt that pang of romantic disappointment in your heart... but there it was again. It was hardly noticeable at this point -- thrumming ever so slightly and trying to hide in the deepest corner of your chest, but you were familiar enough with the feeling to recognize it instantly. And Yunhyeong remembering the day the two of you had met was, apparently, enough to trigger it.

To be fair, you couldn't remember the last time one of your friends brought up the fact it was your friend-iversary. And certainly, none of your male friends ever had. One of your closest male friends, Jae, barely ever remembered your birthday. So, the fact that Yunhyeong knew the exact day you had first met was actually a pretty big deal.

If you weren't absolutely, positively sure that Yunhyeong only had friendly feelings for you... his text this morning would make you think otherwise.

But, like I said, it had been several months since you'd wished that were true. You had basically given up on ever becoming more than friends and co-workers -- and that was fine!

Fine!

Totally and utterly, positively, completely fine.

That's what you told yourself, at least, as you typed out a text to him.

I can't believe it's been a whole year 😲

After pressing 'send' on your reply, you closed the lid of your just-barely-full suitcase and zipped it up expertly.

After all, it had been a whole year since you'd been flying all over the country. You were an expert by now! And your flight was leaving in just two hours -- something that would have absolutely terrified you a year ago. But now you could pack, get to the airport, and get onto the plane in an hour and a half, tops.

You were rather impressed with yourself if you were being honest.

When the taxi arrived in front of your apartment building, you quickly slipped into your uniform heels and grabbed the handle of your bag. You waited until you'd slid into the backseat of the car before sliding your phone out of your pocket, a smile coming to your lips when you saw another message from Yunhyeong.

I may have a present for you.

OMG you do not. It's not that big a deal, I don't need a present!

...Well, too late.

YUNHYEONG

...what is it?

You'll get it soon! See ya!!!

You pressed your lips together, keeping in a soft chuckle of amusement so the taxi driver wouldn't get distracted from the road.

You also tamped down a flutter in your heart and stomach so you wouldn't get distracted from... everything. Your upcoming flight, your friendship, acting like a fairly average person and not someone who was stupidly in love with their best work friend.

But then another text message interrupted you, and your insides snuck in about three flutters as you clicked on the notification.

Actually, tell me when you get to the airport. And don't go anywhere until you hear back from me.

Immediately, your forehead wrinkled with slight confusion.

...why

Yunhyeong wasn't really one for surprises -- at least not during the year that you'd known him. He frequently did things for you and even bought small souvenirs for you when he flew to fun places, but they were never a surprise. He always texted you Hey, I made dumpling stew, come over and have some or I saw this pen with your favorite animal character on it so I got it for you.

So, for him to be this covert about something just seemed kind of odd.

I wish I could tell you, but that would absolutely ruin the surprise. And it's a good one, I promise.

I mean... you really had no choice but to trust him. He had never -- not once -- given you any reason not to.

So, trust him you did.

Okay... I will... even though this is very nerve-racking and unlike you...

He simply replied back with three innocent angel emojis, and one corner of your lips quirked up in amusement as you slid your phone back in your bag.

As with any other kind of surprise, you tried to keep your mind off of it for the remainder of the taxi ride.

The soft music on the radio, the passing scenery of the city, the other cars whizzing by you. You attempted to focus on one or more of those things... but the idea of a surprise from Yunhyeong was too novel and, frankly, tempting to not think about it.

And the fact that you were on your way to work? That piqued your curiosity even more. How could this surprise not interfere with your schedule?!

And why would he need to know when you arrived at the airport? Why would he not want you to go anywhere until you heard back from him?

Once you were only about five minutes from the airport, you finally admitted to yourself that you had no earthly clue what this surprise could be. You finally gave up.

The next five minutes were the tensest minutes you could recall in your recent history, and when, at long last, you texted Yunhyeong that you were here, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

He replied less than a minute later, while you still had his conversation open.

Come to Gate B16 and don't you dare look up to see which flight it is.

...Okay, things weren't any clearer.

Why was he telling you to come to a different gate? You'd been assigned to flight 9787 to Chicago, gate A9.

He wanted you to just... not get on that plane? Get on another plane?

You shook your head slightly and clicked on the button to call him rather than reply to him in a text.

"Just do it!" he chuckled as soon as he picked up.

"What is going on?!" you whined, your eyebrows knit together in distress.

"Y/N," Yunhyeong said confidently. "Just trust me. Gate B16. Come straight here."

He hung up before you could point out that he had said 'Come straight here' and not 'Go straight there' which implied that he was currently at gate B16.

...Interesting.

Well, there was nothing much more you could do, was there? After sliding your phone into your bag and letting out a deep, relenting sigh, you took hold of your suitcase handle and headed to the tram for concourse B.

In reality, it took less than ten minutes for you to wait for the tram, board the tram, ride the tram to concourse B, exit the tram, and walk down to gate B16.

But it absolutely did not feel like less than ten minutes! It felt more like ten hours, and your stomach was in anxious knots the entire time.

You walked down the concourse as quickly as you could without actually jogging, your eyes glued to the gate signs as you passed by.

B11... B12... B13... B14...

Looking up ahead, past gate B15, you squinted slightly to try and make out what was listed underneath B16, on the flight information screen.

And when you were able to read it clearly enough... you stopped in your tracks.

Because it said --

"Y/N!" Yunhyeong cheered, suddenly appearing in front of you and taking your suitcase. He also took your elbow gently and led you closer to the gate. "Don't worry, I got your schedule changed and everything worked out. I really wanted to tell you to pack more, but that would've given it away. But there will be plenty of opportunities to shop where we're going!"

"Paris?!" you wheezed, eyes wide as you stumbled along toward the boarding area. If Yunhyeong didn't have a grip on your elbow, you weren't sure you'd be able to move.

Yunhyeong squeezed your elbow a bit, and when you blearily glanced at him, you saw his lips pursed in the most adorable of smug grins.

"I knew that's been on the top of your list for a whole year, so I wanted to make it happen for you," he said.

And, honestly, you had no idea how to respond to that. For maybe the first time in your entire life, you were actually -- quite literally -- speechless.

It wasn't until you'd walked with Yunhyeong through the waiting area, down the connecting ramp, and into the plane that words finally came to you.

"...I --"

Okay, well, one word. And it was barely even a word.

"Are you okay?" Yunhyeong chuckled, finally releasing your arm so he could stow your suitcase up in the very last overhead compartment.

A deep exhale poured through your lips before you replied, "Yes, I just -- I don't know what to -- How? And -- and -- and why? Paris? How?"

"It was fairly easy, actually," he assured you as he hefted your bag up over his head. "I spoke with Liah about it two months ago and she went along with my Top Secret Plan."

So... your supervisor had known about this for two months?! And had put the Chicago flight on your schedule fully aware that you would actually be going to Paris?!

Now you really had to hear his answer for your second question.

"But why?" you asked, the fact that you were utterly dumbfounded still very apparent in your voice.

Yunhyeong closed the overhead compartment and stood up straight, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders.

Of course, your stomach flipped over, and when he smiled at you it flipped over two more times.

"Because you're my friend!" he told you with a soft laugh, a laugh that clearly stated this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, but -- but -- Paris! I thought you would make my favorite noodles and pack them in a lunch for me!" And, really, the only reason you thought that was because he'd done it before!

But this was on a whole other level!

Yunhyeong just laughed again, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed your shoulders. "Y/N, you are a flight attendant. You will go to Paris again, more than once."

"Well, yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like a big deal," you sputtered.

"No, no, no, no," he tutted. "It is a big deal, but only because you've wanted to go and now you finally are. And I will take you everywhere, to all of the good places, I promise."

If you continued to be all flabbergasted about this, you would probably just feel silly. Plus, you were fairly certain passengers would start boarding within the next half hour, so you had to get started on your pre-flight duties.

So, you simply let out another sigh, briefly reached up to cover Yunhyeong's hands with yours, and said, "All right, let's do this. Thank you. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am, this is the best present ever."

Yunhyeong's lips spread into a full-on grin, and somehow, you had forgotten just how cute he is when he smiles.

Then, he let go of your shoulders, turned around, and headed back to help unload all of the meals for the flight. When you turned around, you saw three more flight attendants enter the aircraft, so...

It was time to go to Paris, I guess!

Part 5

#yunhyeong scenarios #yunhyeong imagines #yunhyeong fanfic #yunhyeong au #yunhyeong fluff #ikon scenarios #ikon imagines #ikon fanfic #ikon au #ikon fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop au #kpop fluff #yunhyeong #song yunhyeong #ikon #kpop

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ivystoryweaver · 8 months

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Getting to know you asks!

10, 36, and 54!

I always pick 3, because it's my favorite number. LOL

Hi bb! Hope you enjoyed The X-Files-iversary! I watched the Pilot!

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

probably not as good as I think I am. But I think so

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

Dang that question goes hard lol.

I would like to get another dog. My dog passed away 2 years ago and I just haven't gotten around to trying again

I would like to travel off the continent of North America

I would like a hiatus year from life lol. Just to write and hike and step away from the grind. I don't think I could be jobless, I like something to do, but just a break.

56. favourite food(s)

Greek food

and Dean Winchester level pie.

#ivy replies #inbox #asks #✧ ˚ · . answered #lovely moots ⋱♡#ask game

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iridescentides · 3 years

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IT’S MY TWO YEAR GIF-IVERSARY!!!

hi friends! the end of this month (May 28, 2021) marks the two year anniversary of the first gifset i ever made! i have grown and progressed tremendously in my editing skills over the past two years, and i love expressing my creativity with gifs!

since last year’s celebration was so fun and connected me with so many incredible gif makers on this site, i am super excited to celebrate again this year! i am commemorating a personal milestone, but the overall goal of this celebration is to recognize, uplift, and inspire gif makers to love themselves and their art! absolutely anyone is welcome to join in, whether you’ve been giffing for a million years or just started yesterday.

throughout the month of May, please help me celebrate by interacting with the posts and/or participating in the activities listed under the cut:

GIF IVERSARY CELEBRATION SCHEDULE

to celebrate 2 years of making gifs, i will be doing/posting the following:

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GIFTsets // all month long

send me a 🎁 and i’ll make you a little surprise gift! (mutuals only, please)

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gif maker appreciation tag // all month long

this week i will be starting a tag game for gif makers, with questions that prompt them to reflect on their own work and recognize other creators who inspire them. i will tag lots of people to get the ball rolling, but please participate by answering the questions and tagging as many amazing gif makers as you can! the goal is to keep the game going for the entire month of May!

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influential editors series // multiple dates throughout May

in an adaptation from last year’s creator spotlight series, i will be dedicating 5 days this month to the top 5 gif makers who i feel have inspired and impacted me the most in my personal gif making journey. my choices will be based on a variety of factors, like gif making talent and creativity, but also things like kindness, supportiveness, and leadership. the friends i have made on this site are so special and so skilled in their craft, so this will be my way of thanking the people who have pushed me to become better and also helped me feel like i truly belong in this community of creators.

each of these influential editors will receive:

a promo post talking about how awesome they are;

a day-long “takeover” on my blog where i reblog lots of their gifsets;

my undying love and admiration.

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self-reblog marathon // May 3-9

we all have gifsets we’re proud of that deserve more love! from May 3rd to May 9th, i am encouraging you to be your own biggest fan! let’s normalize shameless self-reblogging, because we put lots of work into the things we make and we deserve for them to be seen! participate by reblogging as many of your own gifsets as you want, tagging them with #srb marathon, and talking in the tags about what you like about those gifsets. and if you see someone else on your dash who is also participating, reblog their creations too! let’s hype each other up!!!

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gif love challenge // May 10-16

(not to be confused with the gif maker positivity meme (see below))

the gif love challenge is a way to give back to your favorite editors to thank them for the amazing content they make! it’s a week of love and encouragement that anyone can take part in, regardless of whether they are a creator or not! see the official post to find out how to participate.

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gif makers respond // May 17-23

when it comes to creating gifs, everyone has a different experience. each day of the week from May 17th to the 23rd, i will post one gif-related discussion prompt designed to start a conversation amongst gif makers. to answer the question, just reply to the post or reblog with a response in the tags.

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gif maker positivity meme (#gmpmeme2021) // May 24-30

back by popular demand! this is a one-week gif challenge meant to inspire gif makers to experiment, grow, and get outside of their comfort zones. please REBLOG the prompt list so it can reach as many creators as possible, and participate in the meme the week of May 24th to May 30th. make sure to tag your posts with #gmpmeme2021, and check the tag so you can reblog other people’s creations as well!

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tagging some beloved mutuals:

@lizzie-mcguires @sambuckyws @seance @barchiee @favoriteliar @rockyblue @aleksandr-morozova @stilestilinskies @yuutta @dani-clayton @inejz-ghafa @deweyduck @molinareggie @montygreen @fabeldyr @crayonstoperfume @pietro-maximoff @sharonncarter @alexander-vlahos @eddiediaz @evakant @tisdales @ghostes @jonathan-byers @samthwilson @owenjoyner @wcameasromans @oretsevmal @magnusedom @miriammaisel @mikechvng @danielkalluuya @ariangrnde @owenpatrickjoyners @hennwilson @ourteeth @favreaus @tmhnks @aubrey-plaza @daggery @ansonmount @replayfootsteps @timothyolyphant @ogaferoga @lizzo @sonyarebecchi @denalifoxx @carterfreddys @rambeaus @alina-mal

#2yrgif #2 year gif iversary #2 year gif-iversary #two year gif iversary #two year gif-iversary #gif maker appreciation tag #influential editors #srb marathon #gif love challenge #gmpmeme #gmpmeme2021 #gif maker positivity meme #mycelebrations #2yrgifts #gif makers respond #2yrgifasks

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jesterofalltrades · 2 years

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I posted 6,665 times in 2021

17 posts created (0%)

6648 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 391.1 posts.

I added 159 tags in 2021

#dean winchester - 107 posts

#castiel - 12 posts

#deancas - 10 posts

#destiel - 9 posts

#cas - 6 posts

#spn - 4 posts

#spndreams - 3 posts

#dreams - 3 posts

#sam winchester - 3 posts

#yes - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i love how this implies that soulless!sam was possessed when really its the only time his body wasnt possessed by anything including his own

My Top Posts in 2021

What I did to celebrate Dean’s 42nd birthday. It’s been a year since I had this cosplay on. I feel out of practice

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 01:46:42 GMT

Today is June 5th. The fifth day of pride. The 5th day of the month. The 7th month anniversary of Dean and Cas. Today Dean and Cas celebrate their month-iversary at a pride street festival. It’s there first pride either of them as ever been too. They enjoy the parade, they enjoy walking around, holding hands. And although he said he wasn’t going to cover himself in glitter and face paint, Dean hasn’t stopped smiling even when covered with glitter and face paint. They get matching shirts, which they immediately put on. Dean convinced Cas to buy and wear a set of rainbow angel wings. Dean proudly yells “That’s My Husband!” When Cas out bibled the Bible thumpers causing them to leave in shame as the crowd cheers. It’s late when they get back to the bunker. Dean is too tired and happy to care about the endless supply of glitter in the impalas seats. He can clean it or tomorrow. They walk inside to Sam, Eileen, and Jack sitting in the library waiting up for them. All wanting to know how their day was. Sam’s eyes go wide in shock, never in his life did he thought his brother would looked so happy and so relaxed or colorful. He smiled, happy that Dean and Cas got to do this together even though he’s sure he’ll be the one sweating up the glitter for the next few days. Jack is the first one to say something, “I didn’t know there would have been glitter and face paint!” To which Cas replies, “Don’t worry, another celebration is happening next weekend in the next state over. We’ll take you to that one.” “We should all go,” Dean adds. Sam and Eileen both say it sounds like a plan. Jack is already texting Charlie, Claire, Jody, and Donna saying something about the whole family should go. Dean smiles, loving where he’s at in life, surrounded by a big and loving family. As he and Cas pass by on there way to shower, or just heading to bed, they’ll decide when they get to their room. Dean uses his glitter covered hand to ruffle Sam’s hair. Laughing as he hears his brother complain about having just taken a shower. As they make there way, Dean and Cas each with an arm wrapped around the other, like it’s been like all day and everyday since he saved Cas from the empty, Dean presses a kiss on Cas’ cheek thinking, good things do happen.

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When Sam and Elieen first babysit toddler! Jack, Dean and Cas left a list of movies and shows that Jack wasn’t allowed to watch. Sam looked over the list, reading it over.

“Really, guys? Swan Princess?” Sam asked confused as to why such a harmless movie was on the list.

Dean looks Sam dead in the eyes. “We watched that last week. You don’t want him to watch that.”

Sam still confused, “Why did it give him nightmares?”

“Tell him what Jack did Cas,” Dean says.

Cas sighs, “He sneaked out during the full moon, stood in the stream and... turned himself into a swan.”

Sam looks back over to Jack who was learning ASL from Elieen.

Then back at the list, “Did he... is all of this because he...”

“Yep,” Dean said, “If you find anything else that causes him to use his powers, just add it to the list.”

“Why does it say anything with a laugh track?”

“He... thought it was fun and gave us our own personal laugh track,” Cas said.

“We didn’t sleep for two days,” Dean added. “Well, good luck Sammy! Bye Jack, Daddy and I love you!”

Cas gave Jack one last hug and kiss. And with that they were gone and Sam was standing there more scared of what this night had in store for him than any hunt he’s been on.

19 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 00:04:10 GMT

Dean and Cas didn’t know what they were getting themselves into when they let Jack watch Blue’s Clues. It was just a preschool cartoon, cute songs, interactive, innocence and the new stuff is so inclusive. Jack loves it. Dean can’t and doesn’t complain about it and Cas find himself humming along to the songs a few times. It was only a few episodes before jack was dancing and singing along with Steve or Joe or Josh, which ever host they were on. But what they weren’t expecting was how Jack’s powers would come into play.

It’s snack time for Jack, that’s usually when they watch the show, right after nap time when they give him a snack, it makes waking him up so much easier. Jack sits in the floor with his juice box and gram crackers while Dean and Cas share the sofa. They are in the middle of the episode, looking for the second clue. Blue jumps into a storybook. Steve starts the little dance singing “Blue skidoo, we can too.” And as Jack copies what he sees on TV. He does it. He skidoos into his storybook laying in the floor next to him.

Dean and Cas just blink, twice, processing what they just saw. Dean is the first to brake eye contact with the book, looking over at Cas. “Did he... just... he’d skidooed.”

Cas nod slowly, “I t appears so.”

Dean looks back over to the book, “Should we go after him or...”

Cas shruggs a little, “he’s seen this show plenty of times, I’m sure he knows how to get out.”

Eventually, Jack does skidoos back into reality, telling the story on how he saved the three little pigs from the big bad wolf. Cas has a long talk with Jack about not using his powers to jump into books. But afterwards Dean and Cas still make sure the floor is cleaned of any pictures or books whenever they watch Blue’s Clues from then on.

28 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 01:50:40 GMT

I see your Dean and Cas being nightmares at the PTA meetings and raise you Dean and Cas being the nightmares of the Homeowners association.

They would get fined for:

Dean fixing Baby in their driveway

Cas painting the house some weird color and for flying a pride flag

The full out flower garden insead of a front yard and the vegetable garden taking up half the back.

The bees kept in the other half of the backyard

And for running a business out of their home (something they aren’t doing, it’s just a heavy flow of hunters stopping by for help)

Dean would be the one to threaten putting up a radio antenna to get them all to shut up.

28 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 00:53:30 GMT

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