#Everytime I think about them they make me so

[eybefioro]

Happy Valentines, u/catartkd!

My gift for the @goodomensafterdark valentines exchange 💛

(Timelapse and ramblings under the cut as usual :P)

OKAY SO CATARTKD DID SOME AMAZING ARTWORK INSPIRED BY MUCHA A WHILE BACK AND I COULDN'T TAKE THEM FROM MY MIND. That's it 😂 you can find them here:

I really like Art Nouveau. Everything is just so delicate, light and also complex. The curves and the symmetry, it's all so pleasing... and that also extends to the architecture. And one of the things that I find the the prettiest in that architectural style are the stained glass panels and metal work. I mean-

LOOK AT THAT. anyways.

You know what also has a shitton of stained glass?? CHURCHS. Catholic imagery and stuffs like that, and we are talking about an angel and a demon... it just felt appropriate to take inspiration from that too!

(Highly recommend visiting r/StainedGlassHeaven and r/StainedGlass if you fuck with this shit. Humans are fascinating, and the glass work is INSANELY beautiful.)

So I tried to mix all of that - Catartkd's art, Mucha's work, stained glass and religious imagery. This was my brain lol

Did it work? I'm not really sure, but it was fun. Really fun. I loved it and I was able to include a lot of little details that talk about Crowley and Aziraphale, and also ✨️symmetry ✨️. Man. My Brain was so fucking happy with the symmetry. Everything is balanced and has pairs or is mirrored. It scratched my brain sooooo good.

I'm really tempted to point out all the little details that I put there, but what's the fun in that?? The only thing I will say is about Crowley’s hair. I have no real explanation for this but everytime that I saw this type of hair piece/hairstyle in paintings and historical movies I could only think of snakes. I have no idea why. But my brain immediately screams SNAKE everytime I see this shape. So I had to use this shape for naga!crowley's hair.

In my very very basic research for refs I discovered that this thing is apparently French?? So you know, it fits with Art nouveau too in my mind. Same place yk. (Shhhh I know it doesn't make that much sense but as I said, I needed to include it. This is the snake hair after all, the voices in my head said so).

I also played a bit with the composition which was a very good study, but there was two things that I loved the most to learn in this one. The first, was this video I stumbled upon while I searched about Mucha's work:

LINE WEIGHTS. OMG. This is soooo cool. I already use this on a daily basis in my work (we have norms and patterns for line weight we must follow in technical architecture drawings) but for some reason it never occurred to me that I could use it in art??? And that my favorite art works use this very well??? I see this applied constantly in the cartoons I love, in videogames (I'm looking at you point&clicks!!), in classic artworks (like Mucha's)... Idk why I never clocked that, but now that I did I will practice and use that more. I don't think I used line weights in the best possible way in this art work. I feel it could be waaaay better, but I really LOVE how the effect turned out.

The second thing is ✨️body proportion✨️. I was asking for advice and @gribouli as always came to my rescue and pointed out it to me... I didn't know about the head rule-

(This thing)

-and they helped me adjust my drawing and gave me tips and all 😭😭😭 I will never be able to thank them enough. Their support means the world to me and I honestly feel so privileged 😭😭 (I also used Elenthya's wings here again, obv because ever since she explained them to me my life changed)

Just so you can understand this was the sketch before Li's help:

BIG HEADS LOL I know disproportional bodies can be used very effectively (we see them everywhere, especially in cartoons!) But the point is those design choices are intentional. They're choices. These big big heads weren't. I just never studied anatomy and stuff, I'm learning the very basics now, so this was an accident (not a happy one lol).

This is it. I'm really loving learning more about art in practice. Drawing and painting has been kind of therapeutic lately XD and registering the process and the things I've learned in each piece has been especially nice. Being able to look back at my progress is helping me continue!

I'm thinking doing a Steven Universe one next 👀

[burgerrat]

Harley Sawyer x Reader

NOTE: reader is gender-neutral. Scenarios are often sporiadic.

( Because there's little to none and it upsets me greatly how out of character people write him as or label him as yandere, in the few writings there are about him. So I'm going to try my hardest to keep him strictly canon. )

Pre-Experiment 1354.

At first he might come across as grouchy, irritable even.

Then, there is interest. Genuine interest. He wants to study you, see what makes you tick.

Realistically, Harley seems to be quite literally incapable of caring about anyone that isn't himself in a normal way most would expect. His form of feeling 'love', in his mind, is really just a sugarcoated form of saying "I need you alive, you are useful and resourceful to keep."

He does not feel love in the traditional way, that doesn't mean he doesn't care for you. He just does not feel.

His way of showing love is through acts of service, verbal affirmations and gift-giving. He keeps a list of what you like, your interests, and important dates.

Complimenting him or any sort of praise instantly sends dopamine in his brain. Inflating his ego. Automatically in his best mood.

And boy is he smug. He doesn't even attempt to hide it.

He'll keep a facade, perhaps not even tell you about the kind of 'workplace' he's part of at Playtime Co., he needs you to trust him, and you can trust him! He needs you.

Although he uses emotional manipulation, it is not done with malicious intent. He seeks to build a meaningful relation with this person that he wants by his side.

You can sometimes tell he's very... robotic with his behaviour, his gentle voice can only make his charm go so far.

But god does he try, he doesn't even get mad and threaten you for forgetting to take out the sweet pickles in his sandwich! Instead politely reminding you that he dislikes them😁

His perception of having a partner is a very alien concept to him. It feels like focusing on his work for another Bigger Bodies Iniciative experiment, there's that same passion behind to get to know you. He carefully constructs a face to seem normal for you, and studies your behaviour in the back of his mind. Observes you, takes note of what you tell him, etc.

He acts like he's studying a future guinea pig for Playtime Co., honestly. Yet the thought of using you never even crossed his mind.

Physical contact is another thing that feels alien to him, you can feel him stiffen when you hug him, he remains frozen for a few seconds before reciprocating. You can get a small glimpse of his almost-robotic attempt to recreate genuine human emotion. He'd start sputtering incoherently when you'd suddenly give him a peck on the lips.

"No, don't worry, you don't need to ask for my consent, I allow it, you and only you are allowed. I was simply unprepared."

You of course get concerned everytime he freezes or doesn't respond right away, thinking you've crossed boundaries since he noticeably grows tense. But he's always reassured you that he does not mind, he merely gets surprised.

The one time you've managed to aggravate him is by being so insistent on making sure he was consenting because of his initial reactions. He wouldn't audibly admit "Yes I like you holding my hand, hugging me, kissing me." But he WILL angrily tell you something along the lines of "I do cherish your displays of affection. Believe me, you will know if something upsets me."

It's a half-joke half-genuine warning. He's aware of his inability to get along with most people because of his anger.

With you... he's making an attempt to be less volatile. Even at work his shift in behaviour is noticeable when he thinks of you.

He genuinely struggles to grasp the concept of why he'd allow himself to have a loved one at all, having internal fights with himself about the 'pointlessness' of it, realizing the hypocricy of it given his disgust at others for feeling sympathy for his experiments.

He eventually comes to terms that he is allowed to have a loved one because he deserves to be appreciated for his work and how hard it is to share his workspace with people who are objectively inferior and incompetent.

He makes sure to keep this relationship secretive as humanly possible. The last thing he needs is for Leith or anyone at Playtime Co. to discover he has a weakness. He has a loved one too.

Although he doesn't show it, and you need constant reminders from him, that he does enjoy physical contact, he's just kind of like a ragdoll. He allows it but doesn't often reciprocate, and when he tries to- it's often awkward and very automatic like he's trying to copy what you're doing, he prefers to recieve contact rather than giving it. Again, it's another thing that fuels his ego.

He doesn't understand you fully, your compassion, your display of emotion, your sympathy.

And it's what draws him further in, mixed with disgust at how 'lovable' you are. It makes him question himself (not in a moral/self-reflection way, oh no no no, more of a 'why do I like this? This is counterproductive for my work. But I like it.' way) and it makes him question human nature, what it is that draws us to seek closure in such a way towards one another.

He might get vocal about that. And you're going to end up getting a semi-pessimistic philosophy lesson, all because you wanted to cuddle.

Post-Experiment 1354.

Remember his ragdoll-non reciprocative behaviour when you'd initiate physical contact? Suddenly he regrets not having indulged you more often, or asked for more.

Probably laughs at himself over the irony of how he didn't value simple things he had daily access to, and now that has been taken away, and he resents that.

Should you be able to find him in this state, in however way you managed to dig so deep into the foundation to find him, and should you be able to still see him with the same eyes you did before even in the state he's in, discovering what he'd done. Well, you'll make his (metaphorical) jaw drop.

After the shock, there is an uncharacteristic fear. Because of the Prototype, it must know you are here just as well as he does, but it does not know your connection to him, and he must keep it that way.

You refuse to go? He'll go on a long-winded monologue about himself (of course), how stupid one must be to refuse to run away from danger, proudly boasts about his work, it's purpose, long story-short: he fully tears off the mask. Because what he wants is to get you out. He doesn't want you to leave him, but you are useless to him if you are dead.

You want to stay? Even after all of this? With the state that he's in? Being only a brain, lungs and liver inside Vital System Center machines?

He laughs. Starts genuinely pondering your sanity, and survival instincts.

As you approach the large machinery containing his mind, visible through the glass, his laughs grow silent. Waiting.

"Do you think yourself a hero? Coming to rescue the beast?" He'd condescendingly ask you to break the silence, dead-serious and mildly irritated that you'd be that stupid to risk your own survival for him.

"I don't. You deserved it."

Silence. Then, laughter booming through the lab.

"My, my! And here I thought you were always such an understanding golden heart. What happened to the old Y/N?"

You two argue. He's very mad at you for being so stubborn on staying with him even though now you know in full detail of just how evil he is. As if your relationship with him can ever go back to normal like before.

You are within his grasp, in his lab, deep down an abandoned toy factory. He could turn you into his next, newest experiment, he could feed you to Yarnaby, he could dissect you and keep you alive just like himself.

Yet he doesn't.

Something in his evil, metaphorical heart stirs.

You, the only person that he could tolerate. Could get along with. That he felt... something for. Something worth keeping.

"I've missed you."

Make no mistake, he says that with absolute seething spite. He hates the sentence he just uttered from the speakers.

But alas, it is a bitter truth.

Silence

...

He can't feel per-say your arms wrap awkwardly around the giant machinery containing his mind, but he sees it through his cameras, ever so-intently observing you; he heard it, as your clothes' fabric brushed and pressed against the metal.

Another incredulous laughter rasped from the speakers.

Though he can't feel it, it... warms him, in a way, that you still somehow find it possible to 'love', to care.

"I wonder... perhaps, somewhere deep down, we share a kinship of depravity? Or maybe you're just blindly loyal as my dear Yarnaby?" He'd playfully mock.

One thing is for certain though: you intrigue him. He doesn't understand you, your affections towards him, and it makes him want to keep studying you.

His mechanical vessels are a bit trickier to 'cuddle' with, if at all. You're welcome to try, Harley won't stop you, just be careful not to open a wound that'll require stitches.

He does appreciate the effort. And this time, unlike when he was human, he initiates contact first.

His hand reaches for yours, guides you to touch his screen. Although he can't feel it, he tries recreating the sensation in his mind.

You hear him sigh often when he feels content. And/or hum.

He might grumble incoherently in the typical old man fashion and try to pick at you in his typical, eloquent way of speaking, if you try to point out his hypocrisy towards his carelessness for others having loved ones.

[toasttt11]

early

summary: coming home to her boyfriend and accidentally spoiling his surprise

wyatt johnston x reader

She walked inside to their shared apartment and quietly slipped her shoes and jacket off and put her keys in the bowl by the front table, the bowl that will always make her smile everytime she looks at it because Wyatt painted it during one of their pottery dates.

She titled her head curiously hearing sounds wondering what Wyatt is doing. It was Valentine’s day and they had spent the morning in bed eating breakfast that Wyatt ordered for them.

They both had to go to work for a few hours but had plans for dinner tonight. She walked through their apartment and leaned on the doorway of the kitchen watching Wyatt with a fond glaze.

Wyatt currently had over six different flowers and seemed to be making a bouquet by hand and he had trimmed every stem.

It was a bit messy but cute and just so Wyatt.

She shifted and the floor creaked and he immediately looked up, “No no no you’re not supposed to be home till three!” Wyatt panicked as he realized she saw what he was making.

“Wy love it is three.” She softly said to him back giving a gentle but amused smile.

He looked and the clock and Wyatt let out a loud sigh his head dropping, “I lost track of time.” He mumbled sadly wanting to surprise her.

“I can go and come back in a few minutes?” She offered not liking how sad he was that he wasn’t finished before she came back.

Wyatt let out a small sigh and shook his head and he lifted his head giving a soft smile, “Come here.” He held out his hand, he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t happy to see her come home, he is, he is always happy to see her come home.

She softly padded over to him setting her hand in his hand and his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into him and he leaned down pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Hi.” Wyatt softly whispered his nose softly nudging against her cheek

“Hi.” She smiled happily sighing happily as she leaned into him.

Wyatt pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “How about you help me tie the bow?” Wyatt offered knowing there is no point pretending what he doing anymore.

She nodded and stepped closer to the counter as Wyatt stepped behind her with his arms in either side of her as he rolled the brown paper around the bouquet ends and she grabbed the ribbon that is in her favorite color and tied it around the bouquet.

“How is it?” Wyatt asked her softly pressing a kiss to her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder, this was the first time he ever tried to make a flower bouquet.

“Perfect.” She mumbled back with a fond smile, it was prefect because Wyatt made it.

[cochineal-leviat]

Valentine Special 2025 ships

Heyo, it's already midnight where I am, so Valentine's Day has passed, but I still wanted to celebrate it. Valentine's Day is weird for me because I am Aro&Ace, so I never really get to appreciate it. Every year, it just comes and passes, and I feel nothing, even though I do like the aesthetic.

But this week, I had the brilliant idea that even though I can't celebrate it conventionally, I can still do something for all the pairings and ships I have come to love over the years. So, I drew eleven ships that had helped me during my most challenging moments, from when I was a child to the present. They are ordered in no particular order but rather what I got on paper in my sketchbook.

Idk. Maybe this way me my fellow Aromantics shippers can still enjoy the holiday.

Which ship do you like best? I would love to know~ (even if it is simply from the technical perspective)

From the first panel to the last, we have:

Page 1

Kirfluff (is extra special to me as a fic I wrote for the pairing, including many other franchise characters, which led me to keep writing for fun and posting it online. Without I would not have the boost of confidence that I do now about my writing)

Metadede (Who doesn't love a good ship with a warrior's bond? They're hilarious)

Isafrin (my most recent ship. They make me soft and cry at the same time. Like this pairing adds a lot ISAT's story and manages to also be very entertaining and heartfelt)

Sonadow (I got into the ship before I was even into Sonic. There was even a long-ass fic I found back when I still read on Fanfiction.net that I reread every year because I found it so funny. I definitely enjoy the modern Sonadow writing more than a decade ago)

Snufmin (perfect balance between yearning and the needing space and the freedom to adventure. I want to read more of this ship)

Page 2

Ravioli(nk) (The name alone already makes it worth it. I also have an unholy amount of fics saved from this ship. They are the literal roommates meme)

Vidow (a classic. I enjoyed this one even before I got into Zelda. Like I was reading Four Swords without having any clue what the lore was or what the fuck was going on.)

Reguri (This was named Namelessshipping and Orginalshipping back in the day. Too tired to do research rn. But I think the difference lies in the manga and game versions. I prefer the game versions, personally)

Purpleshipping {Kieran x mc) (A little backstory: this is just the mc from Scarlet and Violet that I made an NB version for, which became their own person after writing a fic. Here, they are exchanging an Applin with Kieran. For those who know the custom, you know, you know. A friend of mine named this ship)

Shadowpeach (the most divorced couple I have ever come across. I remember back when this was considered a crack ship. Ah, good times. The character depictions were very different back then, too. I depicted them in their friend's era, but still. Btw Macaque is laughing at Sun Wukong's antics but I think it accidentally looks like he is laughing at Sun Wukong rather than with him. Oh well, it wouldn't be too out of character for seasons 1-3 Mac)

Marink (not a ship I read about a lot, but it hurt me so much when I played Link's Awakening for the first time. Everytime I think of Marin I feel sad)

[ivoyzzz]

Could you do a Saebyeok x reader where the reader thinks that Saebyeok actually doesn't like them at first, but once they see how she is around other ppl, they realize she's actually really sweet with them?

synopsis: you felt silly for having a crush on a girl who only tolerated you, because you had a mutual friend. you didn’t notice the way saebyeok was different with you. not until, you see how she is with everyone but you.

warnings: none just fluff !

a/n: this is so cutie, it took me a while but i hope you like it ! xoxo ivy

you didn’t notice it as first, the way the hardened girl softened just slightly with you. every-time you went to see ji-yeong and saebyeok was there-she didn’t give you the feeling that she liked you. if anything, you assumed it was the opposite. when you greeted her and all she did was hum or nod, it was frustrating. but never, ever could you have expected her to more then tolerate you. it wasn’t enough to know. she’d never given you more, or so you thought.

not to mention, the fact that even with the little saebyeok gave you, it couldn’t help the bubbling feelings towards the stoic girl. the way her hair was always effortlessly messy and perfect, the way she listened-not just halfway paying attention, she listened. she was irritating that way. making you have feelings for her, just to disregard your presence, all the time.

when you called ji-yeong to see if she was free and she was-you agreed to meet at a cafe. when ji-yeong walked in, what you weren’t expecting was for saebyeok to be following right behind her. saebyeok loomed behind ji-yeong like she was reminding me of her, taunting you.

as the two of them sat down, you smiled at both of them-acting like you weren’t in love with the girl who barley acknowledges you. it’s pathetic really.

ji-yeong easily falls into conversation with you and you try to pay attention-you really do. it’s hard though when saebyeok sits there, looking so indifferent, so casual-but still stupidly attractive.

when the food gets called to the counter, saebyeok stands up to get it, letting ji-yeong finish whatever wild story she was telling. you nod and casually respond to ji-yeong, but thats not what your focused on. there is a girl, standing oddly close to saebyeok, too close. “excuse me?” the girl chirps out, looking at saebyeok, to which saebyeok glares at the girl and steps slightly farther. “could i get your number?” you overhear the girl ask saebyeok.

you can’t even pretend to be focused on ji-yeong anymore. “hold on a sec ji.” you mumble, trying to hear what saebyeok will say back.

“you don’t even know me. i don’t give my number to strangers, no. ” saebyeok glares, her tone remaining composed. saebyeok grabs the drinks, walking back over. saebyeok’s eyes meet yours, she knows you’ve been watching the whole time, and she’s enjoying it. her lips upturn in the slightest bit, she definitely was taunting you.

you have to physically pull your eyes away from the girl, sitting in dismay. saebyeok takes the cherry out of her drink, setting it down on the napkin next to you. her eyes are oddly soft-almost vulnerable.

“hey, everytime i ask for your cherry, you tell me no and eat it! that’s so not fair.” ji-yeong groans at saebyeok, but then ji-yeong gives her a knowing glance and smirk. oh my gosh, ji-yeong was never going to let this go. right as ji-yeong is about to say something else, saebyeok interrupts her staring down at her drink. “drink your drink.” which causes ji-yeong to let out a small laugh.

did saebyeok really never give ji-yeong her cherries? did saebyeok like them? why would she give them to you? i mean, she knows you like cherries but saebyoek barely tolerates you. unless, she more then tolerates you.

saebyeok watches you, as you begin to put the pieces together. the way she treated you differently. it was true, yes saebyeok wasn’t the best at expressing her emotions. especially speaking them, but what she could do was show them. she thought she had been pretty obvious, she let you borrow her favorite jacket one time. one time, ji-yeong touched it and she didn’t talk to her for 2 weeks. in saebyeok’s eyes, she couldn’t have been any clearer. but you, had thought she despised you. now, thinking about the little things she did it all started to make sense. maybe the cold girl melted just the tiniest for you, and even if it wasn’t much, it was a start.

[midnight-mourning]

Let Me Love You

Hi @spineapplestudios!! I was your Secret Valentine this year!!! I wrote you a little hurt/comfort piece with Sun hehe, I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 2391

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You wring your hands, checking the time once again.

The clock reads 3:03 am. Late. Far too late. 

When things took this long, it was never good. Not in the slightest. It meant that things had went wrong, one way or another. But you had no way of knowing for sure until they got back. Stuck simply lying—or in this case, sitting or pacing—awake until someone walked through the door. 

You knew they were capable, knew they could handle most any threat thrown their way. But that didn't stop the worry from sinking into you all the same. Holding a vice grip of dread around your heart as you listened to the 'tick, tick, tick' of the wall clock. 

Maybe you should have argued more this time. Made your case again for how and why you could be of help. Sure, you weren't strong in that regard. Not like them. 

Merely human, no abilities or powers, weaker, certainly, without a doubt. But that didn't mean you weren't capable. That didn't mean you couldn't try, couldn't fight your hardest, your best, in the ways that you could contribute. 

You were smart, quick on your feet, good in stressful situations. Your first aid skills weren't terrible either. You could help! And if he would let you train and learn to fight or at least more than just basic defense, surely then you'd stand a decent chance. 

"Not fast enough, love." Sun would say, wooden blade hitting against yours, pushing down to force you to almost kneel from his strength. "Not strong enough. One wrong move is all it takes. It's not worth the risk."

You think that if he actually trained you, instead of throwing you to the wolves immediately that maybe you wouldn't crumple like a sack of potatoes at every blow, but that was just your opinion. 

However, everytime you tried to bring it up, it only ended in another argument. Words thrown around that shouldn't be, regrets sinking in with each and every blow. You, weren't great for each other in that regard. Feeding off each other's worst traits in a situation where you should be trying to negate them. 

Maybe that's why he outright refused to let you help, you two weren't—admittedly—the best when it came to that kind of communication. And if you couldn't agree off the battlefield, it wasn't a good sign for when you were on it. 

That didn't mean you wouldn't try, though. You'd do anything to just be given a chance to show that you could help. Just one chance. 

The door creaks open then, pulling you from your clouded thoughts. 

Sun trudges in, slight stumble to his steps. The door shutting behind him with a muted click. 

He looks up, eyes locking with yours, widened in surprise upon seeing you still up. "I, love, why are you awake?"

"As if I could even think about sleeping." You tsk, then notice the way he's clutching his side. "Wait, are you okay? What happened? Is everyone alright?"

You hurry over to him, fretting, unsure what to do. 

He waves you off, moving past you to collapse onto the couch, sitting back with a heaved sigh. "Just a knick. I'll live. Go to bed."

"I, you can't be serious." You shake your head, trying to keep your anger under check. 

Sun pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Please, not now. I can't tonight. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, alright?"

You bite your cheek, frustration going from a simmer to almost boiling over. There's so much you want to say. How it's not fair to just toss you away, especially when he's hurting like this. How that's not how love works, it's a two-way street, and yet, he never lets you give him that, you realize. 

It's always him appreciating you, cherishing you. Showing you how much he cares, but the moment you try and offer the same, he shuts down, shuts you out. You've never understood it, and despite your efforts in trying to find out why, you've yet to succeed.

But, that's a discussion for another time. Calling him out from his walls won't stop him from bleeding out. 

You head over to under the sink, grabbing the first aid kit and walking back over to him. You kneel on the ground, setting the kit on the couch beside him.

"I said—"

"I know what you said." You interject. "I know. But I don't care. You're just going to have to deal with it."

You ignore the noise he makes in response, opening up the kit and searching through for the supplies you need. 

Bot medical supplies and human weren't so different, you'd quickly found out once they'd become part of your day to day. They could still get hurt, still suffer just as much. Still die. 

You shake the thought off, grabbing the gauze and turning back to nod at him. "Shirt off."

"Gladly." He purrs, starting to lift it off and remove it.

You tsk. "Stop that."

"Oh, but you make it so,"—he coughs, groaning as he finally gets the clothing off, throwing it away in agitation, another cough—"Inticing."

You repress the eye roll you want to give him. Instead leaning in to inspect the damage a bit closer, Just a slice, across the equivalent of his rib cage. Not deep, only on the surface, but still an issue all the same. You search around for something to  soak up what's there, and Sun offers his shirt. 

You raise a brow. He shrugs. "It's ruined anyway, might as well put it to good use."

You take it, wiping away the oil and staining the shirt in the process.

Quiet as you work, cleaning and bandaging the wound. 

"I could have sewed it for you, if you wanted." You say. 

A click. "I wouldn't ask that of you."

"Why not? Why wouldn't you?" You ask. "You never—" You hold your tongue. 

A hand on your cheek, guiding you to look up at him. "Never what?"

"I want to take care of you. Help you. You, you never let me. And it's not fair. Do you know how badly I want to? Do you know how much it aches that I feel like I can't do anything for you?" You lean into his touch, taking hold of his hand to make sure he doesn't pull away, retreat. That he listens to you. "I just, you do so much, for me, for Dazzle, for everyone. Why can't you let that favor be returned? Just, let me. For once. Please."

As you speak—beg, really—Sun's grip on your cheek tightens. Glancing up to him you can see the confliction in his eyes. Something he doesn't let slip often. Only in moments like this, late nights like this. Or if he's not sober, but you know that's not the case at the moment. 

When he starts to let you go you panic. But he hushes you, patting beside himself on the couch. It clicks, and you nod, standing up. 

Before you can sit down however, he takes hold of your waist, pulling you into his lap. You yelp quietly, and he shushes you again, chuckling softly. You huff, cheeks burning as his arms wrap around you, burying his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder. 

He kisses you there, once, twice. You clear your throat, as much as you'd like to turn this into something else, you spilled far too much of your heart out for such. But, unfortunately, he doesn't take the hint. 

He keeps going, urgent, desperate. And all it does is reignite your initial anger. 

"Stop, stop, that's enough!" You push your hands into his chest, forcing him to stop. 

He meets your gaze, confusion in his expression and it puts you over the edge. 

You shake your head, cheeks burning in rage. "You can't just fix everything by distracting me, Sun. That's not how this is supposed to work. That's not how we're supposed to work. I just, did you even listen to a word I just said?"

"I, of course I did but—"

"But what? Why is it so hard to get through to you that I feel like nothing compared to you!?" Your voice raises louder than you meant it to. 

He takes a moment, then a sneer appears on his features. "Oh, don't kid yourself you and I both know that's not true."

"I, you think I'm joking? You think I'm not dead serious?" 

"It's a ridiculous notion. I'm not buying into it." He waves his hand, flippant. 

Your hands grip your head teeth gritted and tears pricking your eyes. "Sun, I feel like a parasite. Leeching off you and everything you give me. And while that might be the ideal relationship for you, it's fucking not for me."

The tears flow freely now, you let them. You sit there, in his lap at past 3 in the morning. crying like a baby. You just, you love him so, so much, but he just. won't. let. you. 

"Why can't you let me love you?" You sniffle out. "That's all I want. Just please, please let me love you. I can't say it anymore than this. This is all I have."

He hugs you then, tight, close as you can get. You can just barely make out murmured apologies against your shoulder. You can't tell if it makes your sniffling better or worse. 

Sun sighs, pulling back to look at you. His hand comes up to hold your chin wiping away a tear. His thumb pressing against your lips, as he shakes his head. "You know I love you, right?"

You nod. "I do. But do you know I love you too?"

"Of course I do." He's worried now, sitting forward. "I know, but I need to—"

You put your hand over his mouth, frown ever present on your face. "You give too much. To everyone. It's going to kill you one day, Sun."

Quiet. You wait for another smart quip, but it doesn't happen. 

"Do you think?" He asks, voice so small in that moment. 

It gives you pause, so you speak just as soft, gentle, encouraging. "I know how much you care. I really, really do. And I know how much you want to keep everyone safe, do your job, and so on. But you're only one man, Sun." 

Your thumb traces over his cheek, gaze focused on the twitch of his lips as he takes in your words. 

"It's... Hard. To set a limit. To find that point and draw the line. Because what if, when I do that, someone gets hurt? What if it's not enough? What if—" He cuts himself off, turmoil evident in his gaze. 

You press your lips to his then, pulling away after a moment. Though you don't ignore how he tries to follow after you. "You can't do everything, love. You, you can't save everyone."

His eyes widen then, but then he sighs. 

"I, I suppose you're right." He looks away from you then, but leans further into your touch. "That doesn't make it right, though."

You shake your head. "No, it doesn't."

You shift your grip then, hand moving to one of his rays, tracing patterns there. He groans, pressing against your hand, so you lift your other one to further your efforts. He practically melts into your touch. 

You continue your ministrations, and while you're at it, hum a quiet tune. You see the stress, the frustration, the conflict, disappear from him bit by bit. You feel it leave yourself as well. 

"You're quite good at this. Have a told you that before?" Sun questions, head now resting on your shoulder once more as you trace and press into his shoulders and back with your fingers. 

You chuckle. "A few times. Though, you seem to forget whenever I offer when we're not fighting."

"We do that a lot, don't we?" He mutters. "I'm sorry."

You click your tongue. "Takes two to tango, you know. I'm just as much at fault."

"Two to tango yes, but when one is dancing on the cliff's edge it doesn't help."

You scoff, but he continues. 

"I just, it's hard to give my trust to just anyone. I think you've noticed that by now. And it's not that I don't trust you it's just, I don't trust others. Or myself, for that matter." His hands, which had been resting on your waist, squeeze you slightly. "The others, I have to let it go and assume they'll be safe. Dazzle, I'm still working on it, I'll admit it. But you..." He trails off, grip not easing up in the slightest. 

You huff. "I know. I'm not fast enough. Not strong enough. I get it—" You're cut off by a smashing of his lips to yours, and he keeps you in place by moving his hands to hold you against him. You finally have to tap his shoulder to get him to pull away, gasping for breath for a moment. 

"It's not that at all." Sun shakes his head. "Not in the slightest bit. I never should have said that, done that. You just wanted to learn and I—I was afraid. And I let that fear get the better of me, took it out on you, when you're the one I want to protect."

His hands slip from your face then. 

"And I know, I know that you can protect yourself. You've proven that time and time again. You're brave, selfless, grounding, you keep me sane, truly. But I can't help but worry about what would happen if I lost you."

"You wouldn't lose me." You wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm much too stubborn to die."

Sun looks up to you. Then, he laughs, a full-bodied, true laugh. The likes of which you haven't heard in some time from him. 

He kisses you again, just a peck this time. 

"I suppose that's true, you are."

You chuckle, leaning your forehead against his.

Another pause. 

"I'll work on being more... open, to your help. And your touch. And you love." With each sentence he punctuate it with another kiss. "I promise."

You sigh, giggling. "I promise I'll be more open to you acting like a guard dog. Sometimes."

"Sometimes is enough."

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Hope you enjoyed Spine! And that you had a wonderful Valentine's ^^

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

Valentine's Surprise

Part of the Charlie May Universe

Pairing: dad!Peter x mom!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: here's a cutie little v-day fic with our favorite family <3 I love writing in this AU so let me know if you have any requests for them!!

Managing to surprise Peter always seems impossible. He knows you so well, he’s able to tell when you’re hiding something almost immediately, even if that something is just that you picked up his favorite ice cream without him asking. Factoring Charlie into that equation makes it doubly impossible to pull off a surprise, as she loves being let in on surprises but she hasn’t quite mastered how to keep them. For Valentine’s Day, though, you’re determined to surprise Peter, even though you have your doubts about Charlie’s ability to not spoil that surprise.

It had taken weeks and weeks of planning, everytime Peter left the apartment for even just a few minutes, you flew to your laptop to do research and make shopping lists. You know he’d be just as happy with a cheesy card and carry-out for dinner, but you’re so desperately in love with him, you couldn’t fathom not doing something as over the top as possible. Recruiting Charlie for help had been risky, but as the days tick closer to the fourteenth, your risk seems to be paying off and her lips seem to be sealed.

You can’t remember the last time you’d been so secretive, so dedicated to pulling off a surprise, but it had to have been years ago. Most likely, it was when you were in college, and trying to stop Peter from buying something he wanted because you’d already gotten it for him. Every time he brought it up, you shot him down, going on and on about all the reasons why he shouldn’t buy it, never letting it slip that the main reason was because it was already sitting in your closet in a gift bag. The sight of his face when he opened his gift was more than payment enough for all the furrowed eyebrows and confused frowns the weeks before.

This time, though, time is of the essence. With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, and with the chaos of work and Charlie and all your other commitments, every stolen moment counts.

“Mama,” Charlie sneaks up next to where you’re perched on the couch, all her stealth ruined by her dramatic stage whisper.

“What’s up, Charles?” you reply at the same volume, eyes glued to your screen until you hear her giggles, and you can never resist watching your daughter laugh or smile.

“Don’t we have to go grocery shopping?” She adds emphasis by opening her eyes as wide as possible and raising her eyebrows, looking so much like Peter when he’s trying to get you to understand the hidden meaning of his words you’re a little taken aback.

“Hmm,” you hum, eyes flitting over to the clock to see how long you have until Peter comes home, “you’re right.”

“I’ll get my coat,” and she’s gone before you can ever respond, the sound of her socked feet hitting the floor the only witness to your laughter.

At the store, it’s difficult to get Charlie to stick to your list. On a good day, you can bribe her with cookies or ice cream, but between all the excitement and the various Valentine’s Day themed displays, it’s practically impossible to keep her on task.

“Which one do you think Daddy wants?” You ask while holding up two different packages, trying to get Charlie to refocus.

“We should probably just get both,” she responds after staring intently at the boxes, dangling off the end of the shopping cart. You think it over, and nod, a little amazed at your five-year-old being the voice of reason. Or maybe you’re too easily swayed by her adorable thinking face and the way she carries herself like an adult when she tries to be serious, but either way, you throw both boxes into the cart and move on down your list.

Miraculously, you make it back from the store before Peter returns home, and you only had to agree to buy three different boxes of Valentine’s for Charlie’s classroom party to keep her focused. When Peter does get home, you’re helping Charlie write out all her classmate’s names on the variety of cards, the surprise groceries safely hidden throughout your kitchen.

“Why three boxes?” Peter asks as he inspects the mess that’s consumed your kitchen table, and you’re hoping Charlie is too intently focused on writing her own name to answer before you have time to think of a plausible reason.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” is what you settle on, and you know it sounds suspicious, but luckily Peter doesn’t seem to think too hard about it, instead shucking off his coat and making his way around the table to place a kiss on Charlie’s head before coming over to do the same to you.

“May said she’ll babysit Saturday,” he says as he folds himself to sit on your chair with you, half sitting and half squatting in a way that couldn’t be remotely comfortable. You don’t say anything, just scoot yourself closer to the edge so Peter can sit fully on the chair.

“Ugh, are you doing fun things without me?” Charlie places her pink colored pencil on the table to stare you down, a frown already forming on her little face.

“Just cleaning and taxes and boring adult stuff,” Peter reassures her, and even though she squints at you in suspicion, she returns to her Valentine’s.

In truth, you and Peter probably won’t be getting up to anything fancy or exciting. You’ll get slightly more dressed up than normal, go out to dinner and a movie, and then probably be in your pajamas on the couch by ten. Everyone always says your twenties are the best time of your life, the time to go crazy and stay out all night and gather up the stories you’ll be telling for years to come, but that hasn’t been the case for you. You don’t mind it at all, and you wouldn’t trade Charlie for the world, but it’s nice to be able to have a night with just you and Peter, even if all you did was cleaning and taxes and boring adult stuff.

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully, even though you’re so stressed at pulling off your surprise you felt like a water balloon about to burst. The only slip up came around bedtime, after you and Peter had tucked Charlie in and kissed her goodnight.

“See you in the morning,” you said before kissing her once on the forehead and once on the nose. As you stood back up, you saw her attempt to wink at you, even though she really just scrunched up her face and closed her eyes before opening them again.

“Did she just try to wink at you?” Peter whispers once the door to her bedroom is shut, and you just shrug.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she’s kinda a weird kid.” Luckily for you, Peter just laughs as you make your way to your own bedroom, avoiding the creaky floorboards as you go.

You feel like a kid again, trying over and over to fall asleep but the excitement coursing through your body is making it impossible. As you stare up at the ceiling, trying not to disturb Peter with all your tossing and turning, you wonder how lame you’ve become, that the thought of surprising Peter makes you so jittery and excited you can’t even sleep. Really, you’ve always been lame when it comes to Peter, over the moon to do even the smallest of tasks with him by your side. When you finally manage to drift off, it’s by watching the steady rise and fall of Peter’s chest as he sleeps.

It seems like you’d just managed to fall asleep when your alarm goes off, much earlier than it typically does. Miraculously, you manage to shut it off before Peter wakes up, leaving you with the task of trying to crawl out of bed and out of your room without waking him. You’re moving so slowly, so carefully, it feels a little cartoonish, but you don’t have time to feel silly when you’re racing against the clock. Peter stirs as you turn the doorknob, but he settles again as you ease the door open and close it behind you, as gently as possible.

Avoiding all the floorboards you know will send creaks reverberating throughout the apartment, you practically tiptoe to Charlie’s room, and are shocked to find her already awake when you ease the door open.

“How long have you been up?” You speak quietly, closing the door behind you.

“Dunno,” Charlie shrugs before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and hopping down, “I was too excited to sleep really.” It’s precious, really, the fact that she was so excited at the idea of surprising her dad with breakfast that she couldn’t sleep, but her wild hair and rumpled pajamas tell a different story. Either way, you hoist her onto your hip and make your way into the kitchen, flicking on the lights and taking a second to blink against the brightness before making your way to the counter to set Charlie down.

“We’ll put the sausage and bacon in the oven first, and then we’ll do the pancakes, ok?”

“And I get to mix?” Charlie asks, her little legs swinging back and forth.

“Of course you do.”

For the most part, Charlie just sits on the counter while you lay out the bacon and sausage on a tray, babbling about her Valentine’s Day party in her class and how she hopes she gets lots and lots of candy, barely stopping to breathe. Once the tray is in the oven, you add all the pancake ingredients to a bowl and hold Charlie around the waist while she mixes, making sure everything is thoroughly combined to avoid any clumps of flour in the batter, a mistake you don’t want to make twice.

When the time comes to actually make the pancakes, you set Charlie up at the kitchen table with crayons and construction paper to make Peter a card, keeping her occupied and safely away from the burners. Miraculously, the timing for everything works out perfectly, and Charlie scribbles her name on the inside of the card just as you take the last pancake from the stove, placing it onto a plate as you hear your bedroom door creak open and Peter pads down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“What’s all this?” He asks, voice still scratchy from sleep, as he takes in the view of the kitchen from the doorway.

“Your surprise!” Charlie tells him, sitting up onto her knees and extending the card above her head. In a split second Peter is by her side, a gentle hand on her waist to keep her from tipping over, even as he plucks the card from her little hands. While he’s distracted with whatever masterpiece Charlie created, you work on making everyone’s plates, cutting up Charlie’s food into bite-sized pieces.

“Eat before it gets cold,” you instruct, anxious for Peter to try the food and see if all your research paid off. Sitting around your little kitchen table, you cut up your own food while trying not to make it obvious that you’re waiting for Peter’s reaction.

“How did you do that?” He asks after the first few bites, setting his fork down to the side and shifting in his chair to face you fully.

All of your research had been dedicated to finding the exact recipes from the diner you and Peter had gone to during college, right when you’d started going out. Many late night meals were shared under their fluorescent lighting, but they’d closed down shortly after you’d graduated. It was a little silly, but you missed that food, even though it came from a greasy kitchen and was eaten in a fading vinyl booth, it always made you feel at home, although that feeling could be attributed to your company instead. Still, you were dedicated to recreating the recipes for Peter, the perfect surprise for Valentine’s Day.

“Research,” you shrug even as you grin, laughter escaping from your chest when Peter leans across the table to kiss you, much to Charlie’s disgust.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, with the remainder of the morning spent bundling Charlie and her variety of Valentine’s Day cards off to school and the afternoon spent with you and Peter trying and failing to surprise each other with flowers and candy. After Charlie got back from school and spent an hour excitedly showing you and Peter all of the Valentine’s she received from her classmates, you leave to run some errands, desperately trying to avoid any late fees on overdue library books.

When you return home, it’s to a variety of whispering and shushing coming from the kitchen.

“Hello?” You call out, a smile growing when you hear Charlie’s failed attempts to stifle her giggles. As you set down your bag full of new library books and slip off your coat, your daughter runs around the corner, sliding into your legs as she slips on her socks.

“You can’t go in there,” she says as she looks up at you, the picture of complete seriousness.

“Why not?” You ask, playing into her game and matching her tone.

“It’s really bad,” she tries not to laugh, but then Peter yells from the kitchen.

“Charles, that’s not what I said!” He sticks his head around the corner as you try and regain your composure, “You just have to wait a second.”

Peter shakes his head as he disappears around the corner again, you and Charlie struggling to stay upright as you laugh. After a few minutes, Peter yells out again, signaling for Charlie to bring you into the kitchen.

“Mama, you have to close your eyes,” Charlie tells you, her seriousness coming back in full force as she grabs your hands. You do as you're told, squeezing your eyes shut and trusting Charlie to transport you safely to the kitchen, trying your best not to be led into any furniture.

“Ok, open!” She yells out after you come to stop, and you open your eyes slowly, taking in the transformed kitchen.

The harsh overhead lights are off, replaced with candles and Christmas lights strung across the windows. There are flowers in the center of the table, different from the ones Peter had given you earlier, and the rest of the table is covered in serving dishes and plates. It’s breathtaking, the sheer amount of time and effort that went into planning this meal for you, let alone the aspect of surprise.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to eat all this,” is all you can manage, trying to keep the tears at bay. Peter has always made you feel special, made you feel seen, in ways you’ve never experienced before.

“That cooking took a lot of energy, I think we can manage,” Peter teases, just to get you to smile and shake your head at him like you’re exasperated and not bursting at the seams with love and affection.

“How long have you been in on this?” You ask your daughter after Peter passed the food around, half of her dinner already spread across her face and hands.

“Dunno,” she shrugs, making a face like she’s trying not to laugh. Out of the three of you, Charlie is clearly the mastermind, managing to surprise both of her parents without giving even a hint of what she knows.

Most of the evening is spent gathered around the table, the three of you going back for seconds and thirds as the candles burn lower and lower and the city skyline sinks into darkness. As excited as you are for a child-free date night tomorrow, you’d happily relive this moment over and over again, safe and happy and full, surrounded by your two favorite people and endless amounts of love and laughter.

[yochidayo]

Currently views on the LADS boys from a recently 7-day player!

Xavier: cute. also freaky. also cute. He was a veeeeeery close second before but now everytime i look at him I just got the feeling of pet pet pet pet pet pet. still second but not so close and is on a tie. I feel like I don't have a lot to talk you can be sure I have a lot of vibes about him. I cant explain my brain kinda melts.

Zayne: HA I hate this guy sm please someone handcuff him with me I'm jumping off a cliff (affectionate). Honestly when I just knew the 3 guys I just chose him bc I was like "I dont really like any of them so I will choose the green flag" and now everytime I can tease him i will. I'm usually with the typical mc on being reasonable and making smart decisions but something with this guy just makes me want to injure myself for laughs and giggles just to see his angry dad face. It awakes the feminine urge to be a menace. My main. Also I like healers bc losing health is food for my anxiety.

Rafayel: totally hated this guy UGH I swear I would throw a seagull on his head if I could but now we are besties :D. He's kinda needy which usually puts me off bc I like to be the needy one and I take my job very seriously i cant have other people in the job market (it's the menace genes again don't worry) so in a angle of a relationship it doesnt work but he's a great company nonetheless.

Sylus: when i initially started his story I was like eeeeeehhhh.... he's the one that will call me babygirl isn't 😔 and then he called me kitten and I was like SIR PLEASE THIS IS A MCDONALD'S. But after a time I got to really like him (+ i mentally adopted luke, kieran and mephisto, theres no going back). And then he calls kitten again and I feel like I need to throw a brick on his head. Which he's not going to get hit or will purposefully get hit which will make me even more mad. He's tied for second but everytime he calls me kitten he goes to the Caleb realm.

Caleb: I did NOT like him before he was "killed". I still don't like him. I usually swear as an affectionate joke but I hate him sm I swear everytime he appears I hate him sm. If he stays like this I don't think my thoughts will change, maybe they will soft overtime but they wont change in a way that i stop disliking him. If he betters himself he will need to work overtime. I just feel like in both the version of me that's ok on the head and the one that just wants to wreak havoc don't work with him.

[psychomusic]

induced to me by my contemporary art exam AND a rewatch of rebels after years that. got me into sabezra unexpectedly AND i updated krita and there were many new brushes i wanted to try

refs (IF U CAN PLS HELP ME FIND THE ORIGINAL COSPLAYERS i can't find anything EDIT: found them!! they're starwars_irl on insta and @rebelartistwren / lionesscosplay on insta. thank you guys <3) and ✨colored version✨ under the cut

i can't find themmmmm I've been looking for 2 days but all i found were uncredited reposts

anyway they look amazing

i really wanted to try greyscaling but I'm not sure it looks good. idk. + while i was making it i was listening to i love you by fontaines d.c. (GREAT SONG FROM A GREAT UNDERRATED BAND) and. the grey fit into that mood much better

also two versions without the sketch lines. where ezra looks happier even if they're uglier

[noelxbe]

bexstevie

god, stevie hopes he doesn't. if things don't work at studio delta, then he's probably done after that; a third stint? he doesn't have it in him mentally to do it again. "never again a contestant. please-- we did our time." he says in a rush, making a motion of prayer. he's not sure if he'd join a show similar to next gen or not-- depending on the prize pool, maybe. "returning back as a coach would be cool. i like that they brought them back on this past season." it was nice to see familiar faces again. "really?" stevie blinks. he kinda knew that, even if he wasn't sure what applied where. he knew studio delta was more of a self-produced powerhouse, but he truthfully didn't pay too much attention; he just listened to what most people were saying online. "they're all pretty good at what they do though, no? must means whatever they got going down is working." "everytime i think i have it down, i mess it up." there's been so many instances of mess-ups because of his language barrier when he started working; to be honest, it's kinda given him a bit more of a push to try and learn more, but it's hard when there's so many other things he'd rather be doing. "i'm the same way dude. we should try learning together! or wait...do you think that might be a bad idea?" he laughs at the idea. they might get caught up chatting too much to actually get any real work done. "mine too! unless we're talking like...serious business. once they switch to english, i usually know i'm in for something." he rubs the back of his neck. "i prefer it, anyway. easier to get my thoughts out. you can always switch it to english with me, promise!"

“man i did it once and it felt like more than enough, you managed to survive through the show twice though…” noel truly finds stevie cool for being able to handle the show twice. had noel not gotten the contract the first time though, he might just have given up on the idol dream, so he was quite lucky he got that contract the first time he joined next gen. “i would say i would never return to a survival show again” he runs a hand through his hair “but if the prize was debut, i’m not sure what i’d do” he pouts, thinks about the possibility, he’s grown a lot since next gen, but he fears the evil editing would return if he ever joined a survival show.

“as far as my understanding goes, it seems like sr media, lime and studio delta are some of the biggest companies at the moment” that knowledge he got simply by his sister, he’d never investigated her words, simply chose to believe them. “so i suppose you’re lucky if you become a trainee in one of the companies” he shrugs “but they must know what they’re doing since they’re all big companies? i’m sure they all have different things that work out for them”.

“i’ve always been a quick learner, but when it comes to korean… not sure what happened, but i’m still not completely fluent” he sighs. “perhaps we should practice together, might not be the worst idea” he leans a bit back, “man i just finished school, and i’m still not done studying” a short laugh escapes his lips. “i don’t think us speaking english together will help with our korean, but… i just miss speaking english so bad” he pouts.

[kitamars]

enmi gintoki…………… orz

[pure-uwo]

Dropping some of the less angstier drawings I did in the past few months‼️

[christakisbang]

kim daengdaeng my little puppy ㅋㅋ thank you for always teasing me and thank you for taking care of me ㅋㅋ gukbap ㅋ

[dead-chela]

I HAVE SUCH STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER FROM TRIGUN MULTIPLE BULLETS OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD WDYM THERES A FUCKING STORY BOOK OF THE FUCKING TRIGUN PLOT AND AND AND MILLY READS IT AND AND-

[slowmo-yo-yo]

Thinking about Chuckies speech at the end of the movie where Chuckie tells Will to leave and that he’s better off in California and Chuckie says “I don’t know much but I know that”. Something about chuckie accepting the fact that he’ll never be able to compete with wills intelligence and he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. Meanwhile there’s Will, who advocates for Chuckies intellect almost every day and believes whole heartedly that he’s also a genius despite what everyone else says. Like he may not be a mathematical genius or know how to solve math equations the size of his torso but hes so selfless and empathetic and has a stellar way of articulating his emotions when he’s called upon and it just blows wills mind. And NO ONE sees it but him.

Like we know Chuckies a great story teller and an unapologetic loud mouth but underneath it all he’s got this bleeding heart that has kept Will safe his entire life (maybe maybe not stealing that line from one of my fav fics wink wink). Saving him from every close call with his foster father, bandaging every cut and icing every bruise, wrapping him in his own clothes and blankets and offering him a place in his bed until he was an old enough to move out on his own. He’s never not looked out for Will. That same empathy that helped feed him and keep him warm has always amazed Will. There are some days where Will cant believe how lucky he was ending up with a guy like chuckie, someone who can see straight through him and love the gross messy parts of Will that he believed couldn’t be loved. His kindness and his sincerity are seen in every little thing he does when you’re actually paying close attention and his selflessness and unconditional love for all that Will is will always be more impressive then any math proof on the planet.

And sometimes Will has enough of people reducing Chuckie to just some nobody because he’s seen this side of Chuckie that’s so well rounded, so warm, so intelligent, and people have to gaul to compare the two of them and call him an idiot when Will knows the truth. And Chuckies not bothered by it either, because that’s the box he’s been put in all his life, meanwhile Will is beyond insulted on behalf of Chuckie because he KNOWS Chuckies one of a kind and a genius in his own right.

I can picture some of the upper crust Harvard staff reducing Chuckie to the blue collar all braun no brains stereotype and asking him shit like “what do you see in that guy” and you can see Will physically seething because where the fuck do you get off insulting him like that in front of someone who would lay his life down in an instant to protect him. Someone who’s so deeply infatuated with him and his brain and how his mind works. Someone who’s so in love with him that he considers every part of Chuckie to be worth studying. It’s almost a shame that other people can’t witness Chuckie for Chuckie but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He takes pride in the fact that he gets to see this side of chuckie no one else sees, and that he gets to keep it forever.

[ratatatastic]

"he makes me a kinder human cuz I don’t think I’m a particularly nice person but i work hard at being kind. he does it right? like he's hard competitive and kind. and we should aspire to that."

paul waxes poetic about sasha for the (draws tally) millionth time for two whole minutes and it all sounds like a love confessional

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