Always curious about how old Dirk Gently was when he discovered that he’d been assigned a symbol to match his project name.
I wonder whether he had mixed feelings about it, whether the CIA told him that it had a deeper significance (”a special symbol for a special child, Svlad”) or whether he only ever saw it when he caught a glimpse of the files spread out in front of the scientists when they took him out of his room for questioning.
I wonder whether it ever had positive connotations.
I wonder whether there was ever a point when it went from being something unique and intimate and important, to being just one more thing in the long line of dehumanizing things that made up his life.
Dedicated to the loveliest little darling @jaegers-and-kaijus on her birthday!! Everyone go and send good wishes her way because she deserves all the good things in the world and this is my tiny contribution! I hope you love it darling!
Summary: Set after Civil War, a time that almost separated you from Tony, the love of your life. On your birthday he tries to repay you for everything you’ve done for him but in his eyes it will never be enough, or even half of what you deserve.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff
It was a rainy night, and Tony
watched the tiny droplets of rain slip down his window as the lights of New
York twinkled in the background.
He had left the compound days ago and
couldn’t face returning, so here he was back at Stark tower, alone and sipping
on some expensive cognac he had been saving for a special occasion.
The room around him was in darkness,
he couldn’t bare turning on lights only to be reminded how empty his apartment
would be in the light, not that it mattered much, he could still feel it.
His heart was lonely, he wanted
nothing more than to call you and ask you to come over, to reach out to him and
tell him that you didn’t hate him. That you wouldn’t leave him.
He had made so many mistakes, more
than he ever could count but if he lost you…
If he really lost you, he wasn’t sure
how he would bounce back from that one.
He took another bitter sip from his
glass and enjoyed the way the liquor burned his throat on the way down.
He heard the elevator doors open and
shut behind his back, and immediately froze, getting ready to call the suit,
when your tiny voice called out to him from behind.
He spun around quickly, surely his
mind was playing tricks on him, but yet there you stood.
Your clothes were soaked through and
your hair was plastered to your head, and his heart stuck in his chest you were
“Tony,” you cried “I don’t want to
fight anymore,” fresh tears slipped down your face and Tony grimaced.
“I don’t wanna fight with you either
baby,” he soothed “I’m so tired of fighting,” and he was tired, exhausted even.
In the dark you could see the outline
of his black eye, and you moved gently towards him clasping his jaw and turning
his head to the side so you could inspect his face gently.
“You’re hurt,” you cried and the
quiver in your voice, physically hurt Tony.
“It’s not too bad,” he tried to
dismiss your worry, but when your eyes locked in the darkness he whimpered into
your touch, and he found himself clinging to you, as he pressed a chaste kiss
against your lips.
“I missed you,” he admitted, and you
gently brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, “I’m so sorry I yelled at you, I’m sorry
I told you to leave. I didn’t mean a single word of it.”
“I know,” you shushed him, “I know,
that’s why I’m here. It’s always been just me and you hasn’t it? I promised you
I’d always be here for you and I meant it.”
“I never meant to let you down,” he
whispered pressing his forehead against yours, “I never meant to let anyone
“Shh,” you soothed brushing your
fingers through his hair and feeling a fraction of the tension leaving his
“What do I do now?” he asked “I’ve
“Not everyone,” you told him honestly
“And I know in my heart this can all be solved, and I’ll never stop rooting for
you. I’ll always be in your corner! It’s always been me and you against the world, and I’m going nowhere!”
You finished putting in your earrings
and patted down your dress.
“How do I look Vis?” you asked Vision
over your shoulder.
“You look so beautiful,” he told you
honestly, “But I wanted to thank you,” he added rather shyly.
“For what?” you asked curiously.
“For getting Mr. Stark to forgive
“It wasn’t your fault,” you soothed,
rubbing his arm “Tony always knew that, I didn’t do anything.”
“You did more than you could possibly
know,” he added wistfully looking down at the floor.
“You really miss her, don’t you?” you
probed gently and he nodded slowly.
“I shouldn’t, but I really do!” you
gently grasped his arm.
“I miss them too,” you sighed and for
a moment you were both silent until you heard Tony calling your name from
downstairs and Vision slipped out of your grasp disappeared out of sight.
You set off down the stairs to find
your boyfriend who was struggling with a tie.
“We don’t have to go anywhere fancy
tonight Tony I’m happy to just stay in and be with you.”
“Um…Non-negotiable, it’s your birthday,”
“Here, let me,” you interjected taking
the fabric of his tie between your hands and easily looping it into shape.
“I love you,” Tony suddenly said
without warning and your hands slowed their work, and you swallowed thickly
because it didn’t matter how many times you heard him say it, every time felt
like a secret that only you knew.
“I love you,” you told him honestly
patting his tie and looking him in the eye.
Taking your hand in his he placed a
quick kiss to your knuckles.
“And because I love you, I want your
night to be perfect.”
You opened your mouth to speak but he
simply held out his hand for you to take, which you did and he clasped his hand
in yours and led you to the elevator, pushing the button to bring you up to the
As the doors parted, you noticed fairy
lights strung around the roof area and soft music playing, you opened your
mouth to ask Tony if he had done all this, and he looked almost nervous as he
took your hand and led you out.
The chorus of ‘Surprises’ that rang out
across the night air had you jumping backwards into Tony’s arms in shock and
the sound of party poppers being popped brought a huge smile to your face, as
you took in the faces and happy expressions of all your mutual friends.
But when you locked eyes on a pair of
blue eyes you were running faster than your mind could process and before it
had even caught up you were jumping into the waiting arms of your best friend,
“How?” was all you could manage to
say as his arms tightened briefly around your waist.
“Tony,” he answered voice catching in
his throat as he placed you back down.
“You did all this?” you cried, tears
gathering in your eyes.
“I did it for you,” he smiled weakly
and you launched yourself at him, kissing every part of his face you could as
he attempted in vain to swat you off.
“Ok Rogers, call her back,” he laughed but there was no annoyance in his voice.
“Do I get no loving at all?” Sam’s
voice broke over the silence and your grin was so wide it almost hurt as you
pulled him in for a hug, and he visibly relaxed into your embrace.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered
just loud enough for you to hear and you gave him an extra squeeze for emphasis.
Tony brought you over a glass of
champagne and disappeared into the crowd, and you realised with a small jolt of
happiness he was talking to Nat, and Vision was talking to Wanda.
“We got you something small,” Sam
added handing you a small, silver gift bag.
“It’s only something tiny,” Steve
continued looking at you hopefully and you put your drink down so you could
open the box inside.
It was a tiny silver charm bracelet with
the letter A surrounded by tiny symbols that represented each of your
“We might be divided at the moment,
but we’re still family,” Steve said and no matter how hard you tried to swallow
away your tears you couldn’t.
“I love it so much guys,” you told
them honestly and gave them both an extra strong hug each.
You were interrupted by the dimming
of the lights and Tony stood up at the top of the room with a microphone in
“I promise not to keep everyone too
long, especially as they’re about to roll out the cake any moment now but I can’t
let tonight slip by without saying a few words about the main girl we’re all
gathered here to see,” his eyes locked on yours and suddenly he wasn’t speaking
to the whole room anymore, he was only speaking to you now, like you were the only person he could see.
“You are the reason I get out of bed
every day. You’re the reason I can begin to hope and dream. To see good in the
world. To believe in good. To be good. You told me once, months ago that you
were rooting for me, that you would never stop rooting for me and my darling I
hope you never do. You’ve stuck by my side when no one else did. When no one
else would have.
If you were smart you would have walked away from me years ago
and cut your losses, but I thank my lucky stars every single day that you didn’t
because I don’t know what I would ever do without you. What I would be without you.
So, I guess this is me saying
that I’ll never stop rooting for you either. I’ll never stop fighting for you, and if
you’d let me, I’d stay by your side for the rest of my life. So how about it?”
he added, bending down on one knee “do you think you could handle an eternity
stuck to this old fool?” he asked holding a ring out to you and every head in
the room turned to face you, awaiting your response.
“Two eternities,” was you response as
your rushed towards him, kissing him like your life depended on it and feeling
your heart stop in your chest as he slipped the ring onto your finger, but not
before he showed you the tiny engraving written in cursive writing on the inside
of the ring.
“Darling, I’ll be rooting for you,”
Even as your cake was wheeled out, even as everyone around you sang happy birthday and you blew out your candles. Even though you were surrounded by friends yo had missed so dearly you could not wait to get Tony alone to thank him for making this the best possible birthday ever for you.
“It can’t have been easy for you,” you reasoned when you were slow dancing under the lights towards the end of the night.
“It’s all for you,” he replied like it was the simplest thing in the world, “and my darling birthday girl I would do anything for you.”
Happy birthday once again my little darling and I hope this was worth the wait and my not so subtle questions about what time zones you lived in!
People have believed you dead many times, but thanks to your FAIRY STABMOTHER, TRUE LOVE’S KISS always brings you back.
DF: Well, quite a glittering assemblage, Homestuck Fandom. Hetalia, Supernatural, the BBC, and– How quaint. Even the anime.
DF: I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.
DF: Or would, if I wasn’t already there.
If Fandomstuck has a Lord English equivalent, my best bet goes to Disney. Disney, who has been around for a century, who’s fandom pre-dates the internet and attracts people who don’t even know what a fandom is. It’s self-sustaining, creating fans of animation to become animators. While Disney loves the sweet and romantic, she’s got plenty of other powerful Fandoms to do her dirty work; Tim Burton, Miyazaki, Marvel and Starwars.
Warnings: Mentions of trouble of conceiving and nightmares. Hinting at sex? Cussing?? (It’s Negan.. What do you expect? Haha)
Word Count: 1014
A/N: After much contemplation and procrastination, here’s my tee tiny contribution to Ash’s 2K Writing Challenge! This is kind of a modern day AU? No zombie apocalypse. Negan and the reader are living the “Apple Pie Life”, so to speak. And it’s Daddy!Negan as in he has a kid. Get you’re mind out of the gutter y’all.
(I know this gif isn’t Negan and has pretty much nothing to with this fic. But he looks sleepy and cute and?? I love him???)
I jolted awake from a terrible nightmare, where the world had gone to shit and most of the population had became “walkers”. My husband was the leader of some group called “The Saviors”?? I don’t know what it was or what caused it but I’m glad it’s over.
I turned over onto my back staring up at the ceiling, and my hand instinctively went to the straight to the other side of the bed. It was cold. Negan wasn’t in the bed. I starting to wonder where he went when I hear footsteps coming from the bedroom down the hall. Sitting up straight in bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Yawning. Shuddering when my feet made contact with the cold floor. Standing still for a minute, hearing an all too familiar voice drifting down the hall.
Starting towards the door of our shared bedroom, reaching for the nob and slowing opening the door just enough to where I can slip through. Slowly treading down the hallway and stopping at the nursery door. There’s a soft glow coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. I reach for the door to open in further when I hear him begin to speak again.
Hey guys, leaving a little note. Still alive. I’ve just… I’ve just been too tired after work and that ‘time to draw’ window is small especially during the holidays. I appreciate still receiving asks and kind words even with the lack of HIGH QUALITY updates. Makes me realize just how much time it takes to make them. I-I also hope you like the weird one shot comic, I gave up Christmas family time for it. Man oh man, I’m gonna feel this guilt for the rest of the year. Where are my priorities at, am I right? Ha ha…
From The Left Brain: ALRIGHT MORTY FUCKERS. I WENT FROM ANGRY TINY RICK TO PISSED OFF TINY RICK. I’m tired of hearing about your shit and I’m tired of hearing Morty’s bitching everyday (that isn’t caused by me). So this shit is going on Hiatus. It’s the holidays. Which means time for me. In the spirit of this blog, I advise you get your own Morty annnnddd fuck off.
SEE YOU FUCKERS NEXT YEAR. (send better asks I swear to god)
I wanted to contribute to Holtzbert Week with a nice big gifset or something, but sadly, I’ve been really busy this week… so, this is my teeny tiny pathetic little contribution while I enjoy the hell out of everyone’s amazing fanfic and artwork instead.
Truly, I can’t thank you guys enough. It’s been overwhelming to keep up with in the best possible way. This fandom is truly incredible! :D