I was asked by an anon for calligraphy tips, and I decided to make a full on tutorial about how I make (the fanciest version of) my headers! Please tag me with #yoanxue to let me know you’ve used this, and have fun ☺
I wish I could slow down time. Make it sweet, sticky, and thick, like honey dripping from your red satin lips. I could savor the taste of this tangible bliss. Hide away in an oceanic abyss. Just you and I.
this work was a commission for @ladyserendipitous!!! thank you so much for commissioning me, this was so much fun, thank you for giving me the chance to write this amazing prompt and for being patient <3
also, shoutout to @sunlitshowers and @reyxa for providing encouragement and also increasingly ridiculous excuses. and thank you for @megatraven for beta-ing!
Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.
Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.
The problem is the second date.
Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.
Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.
Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.
Jim opened the door to his home and frowned when he saw Tony
standing there, patting Peter’s back and looking very worried. He had Peter’s
diaper bag, which wasn’t unusual in itself. He did have a suitcase though. That
was unusual, but not concerning. Jim leaned against the doorway and raised an
“Hi, Rhodey!” Tony said, smile tremulous. “Thought we’d come
for a visit!”
“Hi,” Jim replied, then reached out to ruffle Peter’s hair.
Peter gave him a shy, gummy smile and shoved a handful of
teddy grahams into his mouth.
Jim got the safety gates put up and coffee on, and Tony got
Peter situated in his playpen. They were on their second cups of coffee before
Tony spoke again.
“I’m leaving him,” he said softly.
Jim sat his cup down heavily. “You just finalized your
Tony stared down into his coffee. “I—I came to realize that
Ty only went through with it because he thought Peter would anchor me to him.
He hasn’t—ever since we adopted him, Ty hadn’t been involved with Peter. I
won’t have him be Peter’s Howard. And I won’t be Peter’s Maria, staying with
him and hoping things will work out. It’s—it’s better to have one good parent
than half a good one.”
Jim stared at him for a long time before he reached out and
put his hand on top of Tony’s. “Hey, man. You know I’ll support you. I never
liked Ty anyway.”
“I know,” Tony said, tears in his eyes. “I know. I should
have listened to you.”
Jim gave his hand a squeeze. “But then you wouldn’t have
gotten this cute booger—who is now escaping his playpen.”
“Peter!” Tony gasped, flying over to him before he could
flip over the edge of the playpen onto his head.
“Hey,” Jim said gently, grabbing Tony’s elbow and drawing
him away from the window he was staring blankly out of. “Hey. It’ll be okay.”
“He froze all my assets,” Tony replied, voice shaking. “My assets. That I brought into the
marriage. And are protected by my pre-nup.”
“Pepper’s working on it,” Jim reminded him. “It’ll work out.
Stone’s afraid of her.”
Tony managed the tiniest of smiles. “Everyone’s afraid of her.”
“That’s ‘cause she’ll stab you in the eye with a stiletto,”
Jim answered immediately.
“Yeah,” Tony agreed, before his smile fell again. “What did
I do wrong?”
“Sometimes you don’t do anything wrong and it still doesn’t
work out, Tony,” Jim said quietly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “C’mon, man.
Let’s go on a walk.”
“Walk!” Peter repeated excitedly, holding his arms out to be
Tiberius was a jerk and hired a lawyer that threw his weight
around more than Pepper could handle. Pepper hired a lawyer that was slowly but
surely putting a case together that would free Tony of Stone forever. Still,
Tony’s assets were frozen, and while he still had his penthouse apartment, Ty
was there too.
“Listen,” Jim said as Tony sat nursing a cup of tea that Bruce
had said would help after an anxiety attack. He reached out to put his hand on
top of Tony’s and ignored the way it trembled made him want to find
and murder Tiberius. “Listen. I’m being deployed.”
“Oh,” Tony said, trying to put on a brave face and missing
by a mile. “Oh, I see.”
“You don’t have to go,” Jim added hurriedly. “Listen, I said.”
Tony swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
“I usually give the guys across the street a couple hundred
bucks to keep an eye on my house, water my plants, mow my lawn when I’m gone on
trips.” Jim gave his hand a squeeze. “Just stay here while I’m gone. I’ll pay
you to house-sit for me.”
Tony stared at their entwined hands before whispering,
“You’ve already done so much for me, Rhodey. I couldn’t—I couldn’t do that, I
owe you so much.”
Jim took a deep breath, let it back out through his nose
slowly. “I’m not doing it for you,” he said finally. “I’m doing it for Peter.
He needs someplace safe to stay. I live in a gated community. I’ll just take
that couple hundred and give it to you for groceries and stuff.”
Tony ran a hand through his hair, torn. “Rhodey—”
repeated sternly. “You’re like a brother to me, Tones. You know I take care of
my family. Hell, when Jeanette died—” He swallowed down the anger and hurt he
still felt at her passing. “—You were there for me and my parents and Lila. Of
course we’re gonna be here for you too. Let me take care of you for a while,
Tony sniffled and lifted his free hand to wipe his eyes.
“Why did my life have to get so fucked up, Rhodey?”
Jim stood up so he could pull him into a hug. “I’m just
sorry I didn’t stop you from marrying that asshole.” He winced as Tony sobbed
into his shoulder, lifting a hand to stroke his hair. “Hey, man, it’s okay. You
got Peter out of it, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” Tony admitted
tearfully. “It still sucks. I didn’t do anything to deserve this.”
“Yeah,” Jim sighed, giving him a tight squeeze. “Yeah, I
Steve opened the door and blinked in surprise. “Colonel Rhodes!”
“Jim,” Jim said tiredly. “Steve, please, for the love of
God, we’ve lived next to each other for three years. We’re not even the same
“…I fear you,” Steve said after a moment.
Jim thought about that, then nodded to himself, instead choosing
to loom over the blond (which worked even though Steve was six foot one and
built like a tank. White people.). “Good.”
Steve’s eyes went wide as he took a step back.
“I’m being deployed.”
“Oh,” Steve said. “You want us to keep an eye on your
“No,” Jim said, and then tilted his head. “Well, yes. My
friend’s house-sitting for me, but if you guys could keep an eye on him, make
sure there’s not any shady characters around, that’d be great. He’s going
through a divorce and his ex is fucking insane.”
Steve frowned, concerned, but he nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Jim pulled out his phone to show him the lock screen, which
was an adorable picture of Tony and Peter beaming at the camera with yogurt on
their faces. “If you see anyone but this guy holding this baby, I want you to
call the police. And if some of their bones get broken while you wait for the
cops that’s okay too.”
“A baby,” Steve whispered, appalled that this was something
they needed to be warned about. “You’ve got it, Colonel.”
Jim nodded, pleased, then frowned. “Oh wait. Okay there are
two terrifying redheads that get to hold Peter too. But you’ll know them
because they will look at you and you will feel your manhood wither and die.”
“I have a friend like that so I understand,” Steve told him
“…That explains so much about you, Steve,” Jim said,
“I’ll be gone for a year,” Jim said.
Tony nodded, bouncing Peter lightly in his arms. “Okay.”
“I’ll Skype as often as I’m able.”
Jim paused in front of the car that would be taking him to
the airport, giving his friend and godson one last, fond look. “I told the
neighbors to be on the lookout for any creepers. If they see anyone suspicious,
they’re gonna call my landline to warn you before they call the police.”
Tony’s breath hitched. “You really thought of everything,
“When Stone dies, I’m going to piss on his grave,” Jim
informed him, then leaned in to press kisses to Peter’s cheeks. “Mwah mwah mwah
“Nooo Unca Rhodeeeeyyyyy!” Peter squealed, laughing. “No
kissies, Unca Rhodey!”
“Aw, sugar pea,” Jim cooed. “But I’m leaving for a whole
year! I gotta get my kisses in now!”
“Boo,” Peter said, scowling.
Tony snorted. “Aw, honey, he’s leaving for a really long
time. Give him a kiss goodbye.”
Jim beamed as Peter grabbed his cheeks in his chubby little
hands and leaned in to press a delicate kiss to his left eyebrow. “Thanks, honey
“I missed,” Peter said, pressing another kiss to Jim’s
forehead. Then he leaned back and waved, nearly slapping him in the face.
“Buh-bye, Unca Rhodey!”
“You need to send me so many pictures,” Jim told Tony
Tony laughed. “Of course!”
“Lotsa pichers!” Peter agreed.
Jim smiled and tweaked one of his cheeks. “Thanks, honey.”
He looked up at Tony, tilting his head across the street. “The guys across the
street are army. They’re paranoid around the fourth but otherwise good guys.
I’ve got them looking out for you.”
Tony squinted at him thoughtfully. “One of them is the guy
that’s super terrified of you, right?”
“Of course he’s terrified of me,” Jim scoffed. “Which means
he’ll keep an extra careful eye on you because I asked.”
“Why is he
terrified of you?”
“Probably because I’m a colonel. Anyway I’ve gotta head out.
Bye, Peter Rabbit,” Jim cooed, pressing one last kiss to his head, then reached
out to grip Tony’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself. Call Pepper if you run
Tony nodded. “Okay. Take care, Rhodey. Come back in one
“Always,” Jim said, before he ducked into the car.
Tony walked out into the street so Peter could continue to
wave, shouting ‘buh-bye Unca Rhodey!’ over and over. He glanced over at the
house across the street. A blond man turned from watching Jim’s cab and paused
on him, lifting his hand in an awkward wave.
Tony waved back shyly before adjusting his grip on his son.
“Come on, Peter Pepper. Time to get lunch.”
“Macaroni!” Peter cheered, throwing his arms up.
Tony pressed his nose to Peter’s hair, taking a shaky
breath. Ty was the biggest asshole in the world, but at least he had Peter.