#i love both shows but giffing severance was easier to do so

[trueloveistreacherous]

MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION @writergirl719 requested: E.R. or Severance

My innie lives his own life and as a result, I get to live mine. But he only exists because of you. And for all intents and purposes, he is you. Do you really think he's different down there? Combs his hair differently, laughs at different jokes? Maybe he loves it, you're right. But maybe he doesn't. Maybe he dreams every day about clawing his way to the surface. But you wouldn't know. You'll never know. You brought him into this world without his permission, based on your own desire for emotional convenience.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

We Are

A lot has been said about this show over the last 15 weeks. And despite what some people seem to think, most of it has been positive. I tend not to write much about shows in general, and stick to making pretty gifs of the shows I really like. The fact that I made exactly one set for the entire duration of this show should tell anyone who's reading that this will not be glowing review of the show. I'm not going to be mean, but if you loved the show and don't wanna do read someone with a different opinion, I beg you to stop reading. Also sorry if this is less than coherent but I'm tired so I won't be re-reading this a hundred times like I usually do before posting. Which also explains why I don't write a lot here.

We are - the story

One of the things that have been said about this show is that it lacks a plot. I would agree that the show as whole does not have single plot, but a series of plots. At it's most basic definition a plot is a series of events that shape a larger narrative. In the case of a linear plot there is a major plot line that follows the narrative from beginning to end with changes throughout. I'm not going to go into it, there are several ways this can be done depending on the type of narrative but most commonly it goes, beginning, rising, climax, falling, resolution. Now there's no such thing in this show as a whole. No single plot line. There is however several plots inside it, and these different plots do follow their own lines throughout the show. Every couple has its own plot line. And if we could only watch one couple at a time as if they had their own separate show, it would look just like any other bl, although it would certainly not be all that original. I think the friendships are what ultimately brings it all together but that by itself is not a central plot because it basically remains unchanged throughout. It's the anchor but it's not what moves the narrative forward.

We are - the ships

Once again, if you are a die hard fan of these ships do not read any more. Before I talk about them individually I just wanna say that @italianpersonwithashippersheart made an excellent point here about the fact that since we were familiar with most of the ships here, the show had an easier job in making us care for them. All the couples had their own storyline, with different stages of their development happening at the same time. And for the most part the show didn't have to spend a lot of time selling us on the relationships. It made use of a solid, reliable product that could be repackaged and resold. This is not necessarily a bad thing nor is it a new thing. It's thai bl.

Phum & Peem - The main couple. And in my opinion the least interesting one and the one most wasted here. Look, PondPhuwin are good together, this is their third show as a couple so they are a solid bet. So why not give them something with more depth? Why did I have to watch them exchange longing looks for the better part of this show? Don't get me wrong, they are great at it. Pond specially could teach a class on how to stare lovingly into Phuwin eyes. But lord was I tired of it. I mean, I'm sorry but I was fast forwarding through some of their scenes together because I've seen them all. I didn't count them but the amount of times they fell into each others arms must have been some sort of record. Sure, Phuwin is great at the facial expressions, Pond's hair ir gorgeous and he should be doing shampoo commercials, and yes, they can pull off the 'you're the only person in the universe in this moment and time loses all its meaning when I look into your eyes' thing. But enough is enough.

Q & Toey - It's fine. They're fine. They're actually much better than in My School President. Both of them I think improved a lot in their acting. But their story didn't do much for me. I enjoyed Q's change after they were boyfriends, I thought it was fun, but the drama before that, I thought, was so forced so I was not really all that invested. Also not a fan of the jealousy plan even if it did give us some entertaining moments with the friend group. I don't know, they just didn't click for me.

Tan & Fang - Is Tan one of the most adorable simps we've had in thai bl? YES. Did the boyfriend moments of this couple make me grin like an idiot 80% of the time? YES. Did I believe in the reciprocity of this relationship from the start? NO. Tan was the only reason that this relationship had me invested. His loud and unapologetic love for Fang filled the gaps in this particular love story. But the way it started made me have to work extra hard to believe the rest of it.

Chain & Pun - They were my favourites from the start. I waited 15 weeks for that kiss. Was it worth it? honestly, probably not. But at least they delivered in the end. That scene was everything I could've wanted from those two even if I wish it had happened sooner. The change in casting might've been the reason why it had to be this way so I'm not complain about that because ultimately I really enjoyed their story. Marc delivered as usual. Poon was so endearing to watch and his face is lovely. They remain my favourites and I wish I had a bit more time with them.

We Are - The friendships

This is what kept me going. When the episodes dragged and I found myself a bit bored, there was a big group moment and it brought me back to the show. When this show started, in my monthly breakdown I said I thought that @bengiyo comparing watching this show to watching the actors IG reels was a good way to describe the experience. But for me that wasn't always a bad thing. Just like with the couples, the fact that I knew these actors and they knew each other made me feel more connected to those ensemble moments. They felt very natural and grounded, and ultimately I could relate and be touched by them. I think that it's the show's biggest strength.

Well, this got longer than I expected and I never really know how to end these things so in conclusion. It was good fluff, with good friendship moments and solid acting from the couples. I will however forget most of it by this time next week, specially with the amount of ql's I'm watching at the moment.

If you've made it to the end, thanks for reading. 💜

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi I’m a big fan of your blog , your a talented writer and I love how write the characters 💗

I was wondering; what do you think the turtles would name their children if their had kids ? (If that’s to many turtles ; maybe 2012 , rise and 2003 version )

I personally like the idea of rise mikey calling one of his kids Ozzy or name them after famous chiefs like Ramsay for an example. Love to hear your thoughts 💗

What Would They Name Their Children? (Headcanons)

2003!Turtles

A/N: I’ve decided to split this up into three, as I think that will be easier for me to keep track of. With that being said, the information about these names was some that I found on the internet. Meanings might change depending on culture, language and country. So this time we start with 2003💚

Warnings: None💚

Leonardo:

Gif by @isitdonproof

Leo would like names that are more traditional, yet with a historical reasoning behind it. Though Leo isn’t superstitious he does understand that giving your child a certain name can have an impact on their life. There he would want to name them after people that history remembered as strong with a lot of power.

For Boys:

Alexander, after Alexander the Great.

Caesar, after Julius Caesar and the many other Roman leaders that would take on the name caesar.

William, both after William Shakespeare and William the Conqueror.

For Girls:

Victoria, after Queen Victoria, the grandmother of Europe.

Elizabeth, both after Queen Elizabeth the I and II.

Catherine, after Catherine the Great.

Raphael:

Raph would like to give his children names that reminded people of strength and bravery. If his partner is from another country, he would love to give them a name from that culture. However, Raph does like names that are somewhat short. He thinks it looks nice when written down, along with having a certain presence when spoken.

For Boys:

Rex, meaning king in Latin.

Storm, a somewhat common name in Scandinavia meaning what it sounds like - storm.

Lev, meaning “lion” in Russian, and “heart” in Hebrew. Little Lionheart.

For Girls:

Lola, meaning “strong woman” in Spanish.

Carla, meaning “one who is strong” is Teutonic.

Binsa, with a Nepali origin meaning “a woman who is fearless”.

Donatello:

Donnie is a smart guy that loves history and mythology. Having not just been all over the world but several places in the universe, and having jumped back and forth in time. Donnie will have a great appreciation of old human history and mythology, and would love to name his children after that, especially after a culture that his partner is from. Examples could be:

For Boys:

Atlas, after the famous Titan from Greek mythology, that carried the sky on his shoulders, keeping it from falling upon the earth.

Achilles, after the famous Greek hero.

Amon, after the Egyptian God/Gods.

For Girls:

Freya, after the Norse Goddess of beauty.

Embla, after the first human woman according to Norse mythology.

Bastet, after the Egyptian Goddess of protection and good health.

Michelangelo:

Gif by @isitdonproof

Mikey will want to name his children in a way that shows just how much he loved them. And what better way is there to show love for your child, by giving them names that literally mean love, or something just as sweet. Mikey also has a love for “special” names - aka, names that are not very common in his hometown of New York City.

For Boys:

Kaipo, is a Hawaiian unisex name meaning “the sweetheart”.

Caerwyn, meaning “love”, “fair” and “blessed” in Welsh.

Oratilwe, meaning “loved one” in African.

For Girls:

Nayeli, meaning “I love you” in the Native American language, Zapotecs.

Settarra, meaning “beloved” in French.

Maitea, meaning “love” in Spanish.

[cosmo-watches-movies]

[FAQ/ Info about this Blog]

I have set up a few rules for myself to follow while writing for this blog, if you wanna know about them feel free to go ahead and read them. If not that’s totally fine :)

#1 I will post in chronological order of first showing/release of each film/show.

#2 For now I’ll write only about movies/shows that have Michael Sheen acting in it.

#3 For now I’ll write only about movies/shows that have Michael acting on screen. (See faq below)

#4 I don’t have a set guideline of how I write and what points I write about. I just write whatever comes to mind.

FAQ

Who are you?

I’m Cosmo, just a silly little guy online. He/Him. In my mid twenties. My main blog is cosmo-64.

Why did you start this blog?

Short answer: Because Michael Sheen

Long answer: After watching Good Omens 2 I was curious about Sheen’s past work and started watching a couple of films he’s been in. I had a lot of thoughts about them and so I did what a normal person would do and shared those thoughts on the internet. (That was supposed to be a joke but it’s actually true nowadays wtf) Anyway, here we are now.

My actual secret goal/side quest is to eventually have the biggest Michael Sheen gif library in the whole world

Do you have any experience in writing about media?

Absolutely not. I’m sorry if my rambling is a bit confusing sometimes, it’s often literally just my first thoughts about something. But I do take the time to think about what I actually want to say about the shows/films. Sometimes it’s just gonna be a rant tho.

Do you even know anything about movies and acting?

Not even the slightest. I do like to watch interviews with actors and bts stuff and have seen some great plays. But that’s pretty much it. See this blog as a viewer and fan commentary. I think that’s a valid view. I will be biased probably, but if I don’t enjoy something I will say it. I don’t claim to know anything about anything tho

Your blog name is Everything by Michael Sheen, so wdym you’ll write only about movies/shows that have Michael acting on screen?

Exactly that. For now. I do plan on incorporating his voice acting and other audio performances eventually, but they are sort of different from on screen acting so I’ll have to figure out how to tackle those first. Also if I did incorporate absolutely everything all at once I fear I’d completely loose track and loose motivation, because it’s like…a lot of stuff. Movies and shows are easier to get into and write about imo. Maybe I’ll do like a special every once in a while. I know that will break up the whole chronological thing of it all, but you gotta break the rules occasionally, am I right?

Wdym only movies/shows that have Michael Sheen acting in it?

No documentaries, no quiz shows and stuff like that. I’m aware that There’s something about movies somehow fits in both the “quiz shows“ and the “have Michael acting in it“ categories, but I’m not sure if that counts…I will decide what to do with this one separately.

If you like Good Omens, why only Michael Sheen and not Davis Tennant aswell?

I loooove, love, love David Tennant‘s work. I have since I was a little Whovian. Buuuut my Tennant phase was back then. I did watch a lot of his stuff and I might’ve had enough enthusiasm to do something like this, but I was still a kid so I didn’t have even nearly enough patience for it. Now it’s Michaels turn and we’re lucky enough to have me have the patience to sit down and write several pages about a BBC tv drama series that hardly anyone remembers today and nobody I know irl has ever even heard about. (Example)

You ranted a lot about (insert post here) don’t you like it?

I probably did! I have only one rule that has to be true for me to like a movie. I have to have fun watching it. For whatever reason, that doesn’t matter. A story can be bad and I still have fun. I am frustrated with the fate of a character and I still have fun. Two things can be true at once. But If I had fun watching the movie, it does what it’s supposed to and that’s incredible! Nothing is perfect and that is absolutely fine aswell. I still have so much respect for everyone who is involved in realizing such a project and even if my words might sound harsh occasionally nothing will change that. Anyway tbh if a film or show has Michael Sheen attached it will probably be very difficult for me to not have fun even just a little bit. Call me a fanboy but currently that’s just how it is.

How often do you post a new entry?

As often as I can? As I’m writing this I have enough stuff to post weekly, but I know I won’t be able to keep that going for long. In the future it will depend on what it is and how much I obsess over it. If Michael has a major role and/or I’m obsessed over it, it might take some time. If not it might be out quicker.

Do you watch everything in chronological order?

No. I would’ve loved to, but that was doomed from the start. I’m waaay too curious to keep that up. I’ll try to set up some sort of list so if anyone is interested they can check what I’ve seen already.

How do you handle TV shows?

If Michael is in only one episode, I’ll watch only that episode and give you context as to what that show is about. If he’s in more than one episode I’ll try to watch at least enough understand the context of his character. If I like it enough I may watch all of it but write only about the part that’s relevant to this blog. For shows that have Michael featured as a main role I will watch everything of course and then write about them season by season. Each season will be placed in order of first TV or online release. For these I don’t know yet If I will actually write about every episode or just give an overall synopsis and write about the character. We will see when the time comes. It will be a while from now.

How do you deal with possible mature or upsetting contents?

I put up trigger warnings right on top of the post, so people who don’t want to read about potentially upsetting stuff can skip it. Also I try to tag any posts with upsetting or mature themes as heavily as I can. If you think I’m missing a tag please tell me so! I will not show explicit voilence, gore or sexual scenes in gifs. But there might be some depictions blood (properly tagged ofc) in gifs. If any mature themes are important to the story I will describe them, but that’s it (again, this will be tagged). Personal, less serious note: If the tone and situation allows it I will make jokes, maybe inappropriate ones sometimes. Please let me cope in peace.

What do you do if you can’t find a movie or show?

Luckily hasn’t fully happened yet. I sort of had this with problem Lost in France, but thanks to one nice VCR uploader I found one episode of it online, so I had at least an impression of what it is. If this happens I will write what I can find out about it and make a note of it. Maybe it will turn up someday later.

Which of Michaels roles are your favs?

Rn they are, in no particular order: Aziraphale (the og), Lucian ( the underdog), Colin (the sweet moonchild), Robbie (the first), Miles (the icon), William Masters (the walking relationship problem, like holy shit communicate for once, sir) aaaaaand James lol ifkyk

Disclaimer: I will try to be funny occasionally, sorry about that.

If you have any other questions or just want to chat my dms are always open!

Thank you for reading!

[themidnightcrimson]

Hi Ik you literally just posted so ofc no rush with anything but would I possibly be able to request a fic where reader is in love w Wanda but she’s still w vision (even though she also has feelings for r) and when r starts ignoring Wanda at a party they’re all at, she follows r and confesses her feelings, showing that she really loves her too (top!wanda if you could please :))

your wish is my command! i also added the plot point of reader and wanda having a past.

Déjà Vu. | w. maximoff

Part 1. Part 2.

(gif was made from a tiktok by heart.wanda)

summary: in which reader doesn't know that wanda also gets déjà vu until she shows her.

warnings: ANGST AF, wanda being kinda douchey but hot, alcohol, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), slight dubcon?, semi-public, nat making robot jokes about vision, imagine how convenient it would be to magically make a strap appear any time

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Things had always been complicated. Dating your co-worker in the normal world was one thing, but dating your co-worker when you both are on a team of superhumans proved a bit more thorny, especially when you broke up and they started dating another co-worker.

Your fling with Wanda happened when she first joined the team. She had always blamed the fact that she was new and just needed someone there to comfort her after the loss of her brother, but there was no telling when Wanda was telling the truth or lying. You didn't know if her feelings changed by the day or if she just liked manipulating you. Either way, things had been amazing between you two while they lasted.

Then came Vision, that artificially intelligent toaster in all his maroon and metallic glory. You didn't even think Wanda liked men, let alone male synthezoids made of vibranium. You never could tell what she saw in him. Maybe it was his monotone voice; his empty, analytical eyes; his horrible paprikash that you could make way better than him. Whatever streak of redemption she saw in him, it was enough for her to leave you behind in her scarlet dust.

Nat told you that you needed to get back out there on the playing field. In the moving words of the Russian assassin, "The pool is full of fishes... No... the world is one big pond... No... the fishes... Look, you need to get laid, y/n."

You couldn't bear start dating other people even if Wanda and Vision were well on their way to interspecific commitment. As much as you resented Wanda for how she played you, your heart still resided in her hand. As hard as you tried, you just could not yank it away. It made it thoroughly impossible to stand being around her, so you made it a point to avoid her as much as possible.

That meant your life had consisted of eating dinner alone in your room and staying home during missions she joined in on. Vision was shockingly clueless about it all, and you weren't sure he even knew you and Wanda ever dated. He was friendly as friendly came towards you, even after all the snarky remarks and death glares you'd given him over the past several months.

Loneliness became you so that when Nat pleaded you to attend Tony's party, you budged. Of course, you knew Wanda and Vision were going to be there since they were the star couple of the team, but you thought maybe it would be easier to avoid them since Tony's parties were usually the size of a small city.

"Stop sweating, you're gonna make it fog up in here," Nat told you as you walked hand-in-hand with her through the crowd of people. Even if Tony's parties were classy in nature, there was the same sweaty, cramped feeling of any party, and an even riper stench of expensive alcohol.

"I'm not sweating," you snipped, darting your eyes around in search of a brunette head with green eyes or a red vibranium light pole.

Taking her hand out of yours, Nat wiped her palm on your dress. "Tell that to my sticky hand."

"Ew!" you exclaimed, pushing Nat's hand away. "Look, you know I get nervous at parties."

The redhead rolled her eyes and pushed through two people who wouldn't separate to let the both of you through. "Last year I watched you scream your heart out to One Direction on the karaoke stage while your tit popped out and flashed everyone. You know that's why Tony banned karaoke."

"That was eight vodka crans and a couple third bases in. Right now I'm stone cold sober and celibate."

Nat scoffed and took your wrist, dragging you to a bar where she ordered you two shots of tequila each. "Liquid courage!" she exclaimed as she crossed her arm around yours and you both took the shot before linking your other arms together to take the second one right after.

You both sat at the bar for a moment to let the liquor set in while Nat started pointing out the people she remembered sleeping with before. You were listening and laughing, almost entirely forgetting the cause of your anxiety before it appeared right next to you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull at seeing Wanda stand right next to you. Nat was still blabbering, not even noticing Wanda until she started talking.

"Hey, y/n. Hey, Nat," Wanda greeted you with a soft smile, and you could feel your heart and the tequila already trying to claw their way up your throat.

"That dude was a one-timer kind of deal, which was fine because he didn't even make me... Oh, hello," Nat trailed when Wanda interrupted her story.

Your lips felt glued together as Wanda's eyes shifted to Nat and back to you. Wanda ordered two drinks, but you could not even hear what she ordered through your thoughts screaming inside your head. You had somehow managed to avoid taking to Wanda for a good month or two, and now you felt like a deer in headlights. Not to mention she was wearing a casual black suit with heels that made her tower over you.

"Oh, getting one for Vision? Careful, he might short circuit and catch on fire," Nat remarked playfully to Wanda, but you could hear the bitterness in her voice, especially when she turned away and mumbled, "Certainly wouldn't want that."

"It's for Clint, actually," Wanda said in a hesitant voice, clearly picking up Nat's sarcasm but trying to remain polite. "Vis isn't here."

"Another routine oil change, huh?"

"Nat," you scolded her in a whisper, glaring at her. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the counter, deciding to just ignore Wanda’s presence to stop herself from smarting off.

"I didn't think you would be here, y/n," Wanda spoke as the bartender made her drinks.

You looked away to the floor and shrugged. "Neither did I."

"It's good for you to get out, you know," she said cautiously, knowing you didn't like nonconsensual advice. "You're always holed up in your room."

"Well, it's kind of hard to avoid witnessing you making out with your iPhone in front of everyone," you snapped, feeling your defenses rise at the fact that Wanda was trying to patronize you.

Nat made a noise of strangled laughter beside you, burying her head on the counter to stop herself from cackling.

Wanda pursed her lips at the insult as she looked away. "Yea, well, there won't be much of that anymore."

You watched her mindlessly tap the counter, her ring-covered fingers with nails painted in black igniting that heart-wreching feeling in you again. You could never get over how beautiful she was, even when slipping through your fingers.

"Why's that?" you tried to casually ask, hating yourself for feeling a bit of excitement from the fact that they may have possibly broken up.

Wanda sighed and brushed her brunette hair back, showing her structured jawline. "I thought he understood me. We're cut from the same cloth, after all. But as it turns out, he doesn't really understand me." She paused and turned her eyes to you, a serious look crossing them as they shifted over your face, examining you as if she had never seen you before. "Not at all."

"Alright, we're done here," Nat spoke, getting up from her stool and standing in front of you protectively, grabbing your arm and yanking you off your stool. You glanced at Wanda one last time as Nat dragged you away to a different room.

Nat dragged you to the middle of a crowd where people were dancing, the music getting a bit louder as blue and purple lights flashed all around.

"What was that?" you asked loudly over the music as Nat started dancing in front of you.

"She just wants to use you to get over him, baby," Nat said in your ear before grabbing your arms and raising them in the air. "Don't worry about it. Dance with me!"

You stiffly moved to the music for a few moments, your mind still riddled with what Nat said. Was that what Wanda was trying to do? Was she just playing a game of ping pong between you and the robot?

Fortunately, Nat was persuasive enough to get you to start actually dancing with her. After more alcohol and louder music, you had almost completely forgotten about Wanda. Steve and Bucky joined in, Bucky dancing with Nat while Steve awkwardly shimmied next to you.

"Come on, old man!" Nat yelled, her and Bucky circling closer as she grabbed Steve and yanked his rigid body around like a stiff pool noodle. Bucky was busting out some cool but ancient dance moves, and you were too tipsy and happy to make fun of him, only laughing and copying his awkward moves.

Eventually, Nat and Steve danced away until you couldn't see them anymore, and Bucky was already too tired and needed to take a breather. He offered you to come with him, but you were too in groove to break the gleeful feeling you felt. So he left, and you were alone in the crowd of people dancing all around you.

You raised your hands in the air and closed your eyes, seeing the purple lights flash behind your eyelids. You could hardly feel anything from the alcohol and the vibrating music, until you felt hands snake around your waist. Too in the moment to turn around, you felt a womanly body press up behind you. Assuming it was Nat, you giggled and danced against her, playfully grinding your ass against her as she pushed her hips against you. Her hands on your waist was firm, and you could feel her nuzzling her face against your temple.

Your eyebrows furrowed. How could Nat possibly reach the top of your head? Even in heels, you both leveled each other in height. You struggled to open your eyes through your drunken haze, so you placed your hands over the ones on your waist and felt bulky rings. Glancing down, your eyes snapped open to see a pair of hands with black fingernails holding you.

Gasping, you quickly pried them away from you and whipped around, backing away at the sight of Wanda. She looked just as breathless as you were, the purple lights flashing across her darkened green eyes. You opened your mouth to scream at her for coming up behind you, but there was a forceful lump in your throat that left you speechless.

Wanda looked completely beside herself as the two of you stared wordlessly at each other, standing still in the crowd of people dancing to the music. Finally finding your courage, you were about to tell her off until she suddenly leaped forward and grabbed your face, slamming her lips against yours.

You froze, leaning slightly into the kiss and holding onto her wrists as she held you in place. Her lips felt so soft against yours, so hungry as she kissed you wildly. You couldn't help but kiss back for a moment, feeling drunker than ever until you came to your senses.

Grunting against her, you shoved her by the shoulders as hard as you could. She stumbled away from you, her lips stained by your lipstick. Her eyes looked twice as intoxicated as you were, but you knew Wanda was not someone who got drunk. She was sober as she could be, drunk off creeping up on you on the dancefloor and forcing a kiss on you.

You stared at her for a moment as thoughts and feelings started flooding you. That was the first time she had kissed you since everything went down, and somehow it felt just as powerful and just as right as the last time. The kiss was amazing, and you hated yourself for knowing that. You hated how much control she had over you.

Feeling the urge to flee, you balled your fists and shoved past her. "Y/n!" she called after you, and you heard your name echo in the room a few more times as you shoved your way through people, not caring as people cursed at your rudeness as you elbowed your way out of the building. You nearly stumbled out the front door, gasping the fresh, cool night air into your lungs.

Your mind was racing, and you felt too dizzy to even stand. You went to the side of the building in the alleyway and leaned against the wall, hearing the muffled music bumping from inside. You breathed sharply, trying to use oxygen to rid yourself of your confused feelings.

You didn't have much time to recuperate before a figure appeared around the corner. "I never stopped loving you."

You glanced up to see Wanda standing there, looking completely lost. You rolled your eyes as you leaned over, still trying to catch your breath. "Oh, fuck off. I'm not in the mood for you to play hockey with my feelings tonight."

As you spoke, a wave of dizziness crashed over you, and you nearly stumbled over, having to catch yourself on the wall. Wanda instinctively stepped forward to catch you until she saw you stand up straight. "You're drunk, y/n. Let's go back inside."

"What? So you can use me? Fuck me since Vision's not here and then go running back to him tomorrow morning?" you snapped, not even thinking about the words before they uncontrollably spilled out.

Wanda looked at you in shock. "Is that another thought Romanoff put in your head?"

"Nat doesn't put anything into my head!" you snapped a little loudly, your voice echoing in the alley. "She just shows me the truth because I'm too blind to see what a shitty fucking person you are!" you yelled, the force of your own voice causing you to stumble sideways against the wall again.

This time, Wanda swiftly caught you, carefully holding you back up against the wall. You tried to push her away again, struggling to slap her hands off you. She fought with you, her hands landing on either side of your face and forcing you to stay still and look at her. You opened your teary eyes to see that she was incredibly close to you now, and her hands on you made you feel vulnerable again, the kind of vulnerability you showed her before she broke your heart.

"I did not use you," Wanda whispered once you had calmed down, everything feeling suddenly quiet besides the distant music and your own breathing. "I am not using you. I messed up. I made the most cliché, dumbass mistake anyone could ever make." She paused, stroking some of your hair away from your flushed, slightly sweaty face. "I let the good one get away."

You could feel your heart twisting in your stomach. If you had no integrity, which you were uncertain of at that point, you would have thrown up on her. You stared at her with your blurred vision, her hands feeling like they were burning through the skin of your face. Her scent was invading your nostrils, and her body had you pressed against the wall.

"Fuck off, Wanda," you mumbled, making another attempt to push her away, but she pressed you harder against the wall.

"I miss you," she whispered breathily, her eyes falling to your lips. She tried to kiss you, but you turned your head away. She fought with you again, moving everywhere you tried to move. "Stop it, y/n. Stop fighting me."

"Let go of me," you murmured, trying to keep her from kissing you and trying to remember why you hated her so much. She used you and manipulated you, and now she was trying to do it again. But God, did you miss her. And God, did her touch feel so right, even when you were telling her stop. And she knew it, too, and that was why she was doing everything she could to hold you against that wall.

"Don't pretend you don't want me, detka." You visibly winced at the nickname. "I still think of you," she whispered, pressing her mouth against your cheek. "When I fuck him."

You felt a wave of sickness overcome you at the thought, but the space between your legs obviously felt differently. You felt her knee try to press between your legs, but you kept your thighs tight together to keep it away.

Wanda's mouth moved to your neck and began sloppily kissing it. "Do you think of me when Romanoff fucks you?"

You rolled your eyes and gritted your teeth in anger. Back when you were with Wanda, she was always so crazily jealous over Nat because of your close friendship, but Nat was and would always be just a best friend to you. "Nat doesn't fuck me," you spat. In your anger, you forgot to keep your legs closed tight, and Wanda's knee swiftly slid between yours and rolled right against your core.

You hissed at the feeling, pleasure already throbbing throughout you. You wished you would've taken up Nat's advice and had more sex so that you wouldn't be so sensitive, and you were really regretting that advice upon Wanda's next words.

"So you're still my girl, then?" she uttered, and you could hear the cheeky grin in her voice.

"I'm not your anything," you weakly countered, catching her hand when it tried to move down your body. She rolled her thigh against you again, and you bit your lip to keep from giving her the satisfaction of a moan.

"You never leave the compound except to go on missions. If Romanoff hasn't fucked you, no one else has," she hissed in your ear before overpowering your hand and slipping her own downwards, forcing it up your dress. Her hand groped you over your underwear, and you couldn't help the gasp that left your lips.

She took the opportunity to catch you off guard and kiss you roughly, her lips devouring yours with bruising force. Your lips involuntarily kissed back, trying to keep up with her force as her hand started rubbing you.

Wanda pulled away and panted against your lips, looking darkly at you. "You're still mine," she whispered before diving her hand inside your panties and pushing herself inside you.

Your head fell against the wall as a moan escaped your throat. You grabbed the wrist of her hand up your dress and squeezed it, unsure of whether to push her away or pull her closer. Your walls tensed around her fingers, and Wanda sloppily kissed your neck.

"God, I've fucking missed you," she whispered as she dragged her fingers out. "Your pussy." She thrust her fingers back in, using her knee as leverage which had your body being forced against the wall. She started thrusting faster, curling her fingers inside you and using her thumb to rub your clit. Your wetness had already coated her knuckles. "You were always so wet for me."

Your mouth fell open at the feeling of her inside you. She touched you just right, and as dirty as you felt letting your ex fuck you in an alley, it felt fucking amazing.

Wanda's free hand started fumbling with the button of her pants, and she pushed her chin against your shoulder for leverage as she used magic to place a strap around her hips. You felt nostalgia overwhelm you, thinking of all the times she had used that trick during quickies you had together.

Her fingers left you feeling empty, but it was only a matter of seconds before she replaced them with her cock seeping slowly inside you and filling you up, her hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting them around her torso. With her magic enhancing the piece to stimulate herself, she moaned as she buried herself deep inside you, simultaneously kissing you and pushing her tongue down your throat.

You were shameless in your moans at this point, slipping your hands under her blazer to claw at her back. Wanda swallowed your moans as she fucked you hard and fast against the wall, not giving you any time to adjust although your pussy was so wet and needy that it took her in easily. The position allowed you to feel her so deliciously deep inside you, basically slamming into your cervix with each of her powerful thrusts.

"Wanda," you moaned into her mouth, and Wanda started becoming too heated to be able to kiss you anymore. She buried her face into your neck and grunted as she gripped your hips tightly and continued pounding mercilessly into you.

Within a few moments, you came around her cock, moaning her name as the powerful orgasm shook your entire body. Wanda kept going, though, hellbent on fucking the absolute life out of you.

Once her name was no longer coming out in moans from your mouth and you had come down from your throbbing high, you heard something from the front of the building. Before you could warn Wanda, a figure appeared around the corner. You snapped your eyes over in horror that you were caught, but a different feeling filled you upon seeing who it was.

Vision, apparently showing up late to the party, stood there, eyes wide at the sight in front of him. Wanda, whose face was buried in the other side of your neck, could not see or hear him as she continued plowing you against the wall. Her hips were jutting desperately into you, slamming your entire body against the wall each time. You held Vision's horrified stare, and you surprised yourself when a crooked grin formed on your mouth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Wanda said into your ear, but it was loud enough for Vision to hear. It seemed that he was frozen where he stood, shock and hurt visible on his face as Wanda started to unravel. "God, I'm gonna cum," the woman gasped, her thrusts becoming so forceful you slightly winced in pain, still holding Vision's stare. In perfect timing, Wanda came inside you. "Fuck, y/n!" she moaned loudly, holding her other hand against the wall to keep herself steady as she came, her hips stalling as she rode out her high inside you.

The alley was filled with the sound of Wanda panting to catch her breath. You smirked victoriously at Vision, rubbing Wanda's back like you always did to soothe her after she came. Finally, Wanda moved her face out of your neck to look lovingly at you. Seeing that you were looking to the side, she followed your eyes and immediately gasped.

"Vision!" she exclaimed, quickly pulling out of you and using her magic to make the cum-coated strap disappear. By the time she let you go, Vision was flying away. "Vision, wait!" she yelled, flying into the air and chasing after him.

As you were tugging your dress back down, someone else came rounding the corner. It was Nat, watching in confusion as Wanda chased after Vision. Her eyes landed on you, a look of relief crossing her face. "God, where have you been? I thought you got kidnapped or something."

A mixture of deviousness and embarrassment was written on your face as Nat stared at you questioningly. She could still hear Wanda calling after Vision, and once she noticed your smeared lipstick and wobbly legs, she rolled her eyes in disappointment and put her hands on her hips.

"Oh my God, you dumb slut."

[elena-illustration]

I've never been so invested in someone's OCs before. I can't help but rewatch your animatics and wish there was a 'directors voice over' type thing or a scene by scene breakdown, haha. Would you ever consider sharing the process behind your animatics?

You are too nice!! 😭

Of course I'd share my process if people are interested! My method isn't very complicated. Here is a broad overview, focusing on a scene from the BRUTUS animatic.

First, I come up with the entire animatic while listening to a song on repeat (I like to do this on walks / runs) - and then, when I like my ideas enough, I make a script using the song's lyrics (like so):

[Image ID:

A Word document which reads: "My name is Brutus and my name means heavy / (Cadogan is in The Battle, people run past him, he looks terrified) / So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my Enemy / (reluctantly he fights, the scene changes from the battle to the regency tournament seamlessly several times, with Cadogan’s movements staying consistent)"

End ID.]

This was the climax of the song, and I wanted the scenes to overlap so that the mood could be as chaotic as possible. At this point in Cadogan's life that the animatic is centered around, he feels like all of his separate tragedies are collapsing into one never-ending nightmare. I wanted the separate scenes to feel like they were likewise all crushing together for each shot.

2. Once I have the script, I go to my art program (Autodesk Sketchbook) and then draw a LOT!! I like to dive in straight to lineart / shading, but when there’s a complicated scene (like the one scripted above), I do have to slow down and draw a sketch first.

If the scene involves fighting, I like to watch some videos of the type of fighting to get a sense of movement, like this one:

(Even though they’re fighting with axes here, I really love the way they move.)

When I have a sense of the movement, I freestyle the sketch:

[Image ID:

A sketch of a man fighting with a sword and shield. He attacks with his shield, blocks, and then spins around to attack with his sword.

End ID.]

It’s probably not great for Cadogan to spin around like that, but I just drew what I thought looked cool. 🥲 You can also see I was having trouble telling his legs apart, so one leg gets to be blue. :)

3. Then, I draw the scene in over the sketch:

[Image ID:

The same gif as before, but now the sketch has been filled in with lineart and shading. The central figure does all the same motions, but the background changes around him to show a battlefield and a tournament arena.

End ID]

For this shot, I remember I originally had the sky the same color for both the battle and the tournament. However, because the scene moves so quickly, it wasn't clear that he was fighting through two separate scenes, so I made the skies different so that they were easier to tell apart.

And there you have it! Let me know if there's anything you'd like more detail on. And thank you again for such a wonderful ask! :)

[runnning-outof-time]

Gif for the 1k celebration

Thanks so much for sending something in! I hope you like what I made of it! ☺️💕

*I’m Celebrating 1K Followers...thanks for the love!

PSA: this is the last blurb that I will write for my celebration before I get back into my full length fics...if you send me a blurb idea/gif from now on, I will write it, but finishing it right away won’t be my first priority.

Alone Time

Warnings: allusions to sexual situations

John and (Y/N) finally meet downstairs after making sure all of their kids are in bed for the night.

“Are yours asleep?” (Y/N) asks as she exhales a long breath after coming down the stairs.

“I think so. Sam went down pretty fast, and Madilyn shut her eyes after she insisted I read her one more story,” John gives her the rundown of how the bedtime routine went with his two assigned children.

“Good, good,” (Y/N) nods her head, “Katie gave me a fight, but I told her that she wouldn’t be able to bring show and tell to school tomorrow if she didn’t get to sleep, which then of course she closed her eyes right away...Andy wasn’t much of a fight,” she tells him about her experience with her two.

John grins at what she says as he takes a step towards her. “I’d say that we’re pretty damn good at this parenting thing,” he says, his words making (Y/N) shake her head with a smile.

“I think that you’re right in saying that,” she agrees with him as she laughs slightly, “having this big house makes it much easier though,” she adds as she glances around the large living space that they now called theirs. After living here now for almost four months, she has no clue how they managed to wrangle four young children in such a small house before.

“Oh it most certainly does,” John nods, his grin growing before he continues, “do you know what else I love about this new house?”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) quirks an eyebrow as he takes another step closer to her.

“I love that our bedroom is on the first floor...” he trails off as his arms hook around her waist so that he’s able to pull her even closer to him. “That way the kids’ll stay asleep while we have some alone time,” he finishes his sentence, a suggestive look now in his eyes.

“I like the sound of some alone time,” (Y/N) groans just at the thought of it. Things had been hectic around their house for the past few weeks, and they hadn’t had much time to spend with each other.

“Well how ‘bout we get to it, huh?” John suggests with a smirk. He doesn’t even let (Y/N) answer him before he’s lifting her up into his arms. She squeals at the sudden feeling of weightlessness but doesn’t protest his doings. Instead, she hooks her legs around his hips and drapes her arms over his shoulders before leaning in to kiss him fervently.

After taking several, blind steps, they’re finally in their bedroom. Things get even more passionate behind the closed door as John manages to find the bed and drops (Y/N) down onto it. Before they’re able to get much further, however, there’s a knock on the door.

“Mumma? Dadda?” it sounds like their three year old daughter, Madilyn.

John lets out a huff as (Y/N) moves away from him, propping herself up on her elbows as she strains her ears in hopes to hear what her daughter’s problem is.

“Yes, sweetie?” she calls back, pushing John away as he tries to keep kissing her skin.

“Andy keeps on crying and he woke me up. He’s not going back to sleep either. I tried singing him the songs and everything,” she states her grievance in a rather dramatic fashion, making both of her parents sigh simultaneously.

“Ok, Madilyn. I’ll be up shortly,” (Y/N) tells the little girl, who responds with an ‘ok’ before her little footsteps are heard leaving the door. “I’ll go up tonight,” she tells John, who nods and lets out a sigh as he watches his wife leave their bed.

Maybe they won’t be having any alone time tonight after all.

[parvulous-writings]

Viktor // SFW alphabet

Request:     Viktor sfw alphabet?

Requested by: ​anon

Warnings: None

Notes:  *gets one nice reblog, immediately kicks into gear* I’m baaack! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!   If you’d like to support me more, consider donating to my kofi! I’d appreciate it loads!! 

Not my gif 

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Typically Viktor does not show affection in the most typical or conventional sense. Occasionally, when the two of you are alone, he will do - the occasional brief kiss against your temple, or a sleepy hug.  His primary way of showing affection is through a combination of acts of service and gift giving. He’ll make small trinkets to make your daily life easier, or just something he knows you will enjoy. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Viktor is a combination of the snarky friend, and the concern friend. He’ll sass you when the moment is right, but then, if something’s worrying him about you, he’ll show that he’s worried. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Viktor doesn’t often cuddle - he’s rather touch-starved and can be a little awkward around cuddling at times. Unless he’s asleep - then he loves cuddling. He’ll snuggle up to you, and nuzzle into you - the works. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

He’s not great at cooking - usually his main meals were provided by the academy. He can make a few, small meals, but nothing grand. Cleaning he’s alright at - not that his workshop would tell you that. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s likely he’ll just completely blank you for several days, pouring himself into his work rather than socialising. Eventually, if you mention about it, he will tell you rather bluntly how he feels - or, rather, how he no longer feels. After that, he will fall silent, and continue ignoring you again. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)  

Viktor feels he is too committed to his work to settle down in that way with you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to - it’s more that he does not feel he will be able to balance his life at work and his life as a partner in a productive or healthy way.  

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Viktor isn’t entirely certain on other’s people’s emotions all of the time. He can identify some of the basics, of course, but may struggle in figuring out why someone feels that way, or knowing how to help. It will take him some time, but he will learn how to take care of you emotionally should you need it. Physically he is quite gentle, always approaching you with a feather-light touch. As if you are nothing more than a dream, something akin to quicksand; if he tries to grip you too tightly (both figuratively and literally), you will escape his grasp. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

At first, Viktor will be a little nervous and unsure of of hugs, much like with his cuddles. He’ll probably grow somewhat accustomed to hugs after some time, and may even become dependent on them to some degree.  At first they are awkward, and he’s not entirely sure where to put his arms, or what to do, so most of the time you’re given an awkward pat on the back. Over time and with some practice (or ‘experimentation’ as Viktor mentally dubs it) they become less strained and more natural, more human and emotional, in a sense. 

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

Viktor does not say this for a very, very long time. You could have said it five times or more before he even considers it; purely out of fear. Even if you say it several times before him, he has somehow convinced himself that you would not, could not, feel the same way. The first time he does say it, it’s quiet - as if saying the words risk his own life; and he supposed, in a way, he thought it did. If you were to reject him, his love, he would never recover from it. You don’t hear him this time - he has to take two or three more stabs at it before he finally manages to tell you properly. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Viktor will get quietly jealous- but if you know him even a little bit, he’ll be easy to read. He’ll start pouring himself into his work again, giving you only huffs or grunts in reply to your questions. If you’re lucky, he might give you a short, curt word or sentence.  “Viktor?” “Hm?”  “Are you alright?”  “Yes.”  “Are you sure? It’s just you’ve been a little quiet today, and I was wondering if something was upsetting you...”  “I am fine.” 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Viktor loves receiving kisses - but like with hugs and cuddles, he’s a little under-experienced when it comes to giving them. His favourite place to be kissed - his cheek - is basic, but to him, it shows plenty of affection. He likes to kiss you on your hands and fingers when he gains the confidence, taking care with each individual kiss. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Viktor is alright seriously mentoring kids above a certain age, and will help younger kids with work in school; but as a parent he feels like he wouldn’t be able to fare too well, and would end up hindering the child more than helping them. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

Viktor is often up much earlier than you, leaving you to wake up alone. On the plus(?) side, however, he normally opts out of making himself breakfast before either leaving for the academy or starting to work, so you get the opportunity to make him breakfast most mornings. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Viktor will spend his time working until ungodly hours; most of the time you will have to gently coax him away from his project with promise of good rest, and a lot of affection. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

If you ask, he’ll tell. Otherwise, information about his childhood, insecurities and the like come in dribs and drabs. He doesn’t try to actively hide any of this from you, but he won’t directly open up about it unless you ask. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a decent amount of patience - considering he has worked on the same tech for god knows how long, only growing frustrated when those around him do not realise the intent of his work, and realising his days are numbered. Outside of this, though, he has a lot of patience. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

A lot - if you tell him your favourite food, or your favourite colour, he will find a way to remind you every so often, that he remembers, that he cares about you. He’ll even get Jayce to get you your favourite food on his behalf, if he’s unable. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He was starting to teach you his and Jayce’s theory surrounding Hextech. He was speaking very passionately about his personal plans concerning the technology - helping others and improving their lives with something that could quite literally change your worlds. He paused at one point, realising how long he had been talking for, before glancing to see if you were paying attention. Not only were you paying attention, the amount of love he saw in your eyes was so endearing he almost burst out in tears of both relief and joy. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

He’s quite secure in the way that he trusts you. He knows full well you can look after yourself well enough - and he’s aware of the fact that he can do little himself. He knows you would come to him if there was anything you needed - whether that be a place to vent, or some advice.  If you wanted a physical protector he’d ask Jayce. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Viktor’s primary struggle is with balancing his work life, with his personal life. Oftentimes, he spends far too much time in his workshop, the rest of the world out of sight and out of mind for him. Though, when he realises how long it’s been since he’s checked  in or seen you, he will work just as hard to make it up to you. Yes, it can be a viscous cycle, but he’s working hard to both show his love for you, and improve the lives of the public. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Neglecting himself. He forgets to take care of himself - sleeping, eating, sometimes hygiene also. It gets very bad on a somewhat regular basis; you may have to convince him to step away from his work to take care of himself. (You may also have to help him). 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not overly; he’ll make himself presentable for the academy, but outside of that, he isn’t too bothered about how he appears.  That is, until, you invited him out on a date - he then starts to panic. “I’ve got nothing to wear that would appeal to them, Jayce! What do I wear?” He’s pacing back and forth, stressing over something that likely won’t make too much of a difference in the long run - over every little detail to try and appear to you as the perfect man, the one you want to be with, not just the one you put up with. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would - he’d miss your presence, your gentle reminders for him to take care of himself. He misses your comfort at night - the way you would hold him, the quiet whispers of reassurance. He missed receiving that - he missed giving that. Needless to say, he would isolate himself further to prevent himself from ever feeling this pain again. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Viktor has made you many random little gadgets for around your home; a machine to help you make your morning drink? Simple. A little robot to entertain you and keep you company? Oh, but of course. His favourite trinket that he gave you was a small music box, which played your favourite lullaby. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Someone who doesn’t listen. Viktor likes communication in a relationship - even if he isn’t always so good at it himself. He will get frustrated at a lack of clear communication, and eventually he may have an outburst about it. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Viktor sleeps very little. He goes to bed late (if at all), and gets up very early in the morning. The only time he really sleeps at any length of time through the night is because he’s ill. Is this healthy? Of course not. He vows, however, that once the hextech is readily available to the public, and improving their lives, he will try and take care of himself a little more. 

[descendantofthesparrow]

Protective P2 - Harry Hook x reader - commission work

(gif by Val on twitter) 

Protective p1 (OG version, bad writing made in early 2019)

Protective p1 (V2 REWRITTEN VER made in October 2020)

commissioned by @thebookbakery

=

You stared wide-eyed at the letter held in your eyes; sent, written, and signed by King Ben himself.

Dear Mr. Harry Hook and Ms. (y/n) of the isle. His Royal Majesty, King Ben of Auradon, and his Councilor Ms. Evie of the Isle, hereby request the pleasure of your company, for the upcoming academic year at Auradon prep. Please notify his Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request.

-we’d love to have you three with us here in Auradon, you and your child deserve a better life, will you come? If you accept you will be picked up one week from your response date and will live in the dorms until graduation. - King Ben

It had been around two months since the whole ‘kidnapping ben for the wand’ situation, and Ben had not been able to get you, Harry, and your baby off his mind. And before anybody else could stop him; he made the arrangements for the three of you to live in Auradon, and sent the very invitation you were holding now.

You stood from the barrel you were sitting on and walked into your shared room with Harry, holding up the letter as he looked up from feeding Arella. “what’s up-“ he paused as you turned the letter around and let him read it. His eyes went wide “holy shit, is-is that fer real?!” he stood, gently moving Arella into your arms and taking the latter, reading it over and over again “holy shit it's real-we-i-you…” he looked back up at you, reaching out for your free hand and intertwined your fingers “should we do this?”

You thought about it for a moment, then looked down at Arella, smiling as she played with your jacket straps “yes…yes we should” you smiled up at Harry, who seemed unsure of this decision but he would follow you into oblivion.

“Okay, I trust yeh” he mumbled, kissing your lips and then Arella’s head.

-

Only a week later, you and Harry were packing the last of your things up to leave for Auradon, Gil had been invited as well, already at the other end of the tunnel to wait for the limo with Dizzy; who had also been invited.

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and picked Arella up off his bed, cradling her carefully in his arms and leading the way out of his room and onto the main deck, where the rest of the crew were waiting.

They all said their goodbyes, Desiree and Drey cooing at Arella and Harry let crew say their personal goodbyes to her. Bonnie squeezing you tightly as you patted her head “stay safe you two” Jonas mumbled, patting Harry’s shoulder as he took Arella from him “and take care of the pirate princess” you and Harry nodded, the crew waving goodbye as you walked off the docks through the tunnel.

You stood with Gil and Dizzy a few moments later, waiting anxiously for the arriving Limo. And behold a minute later it pulled up, the driver stepping out and unlocking the back, helping the four of you load up. Harry took all your bags and stuffed them in the trunk, Dizzy sliding into the car first and taking Arella for you to get in easier.

Harry and Gil soon got in and Harry slid next to you, wrapping one arm around you and the other on Arella, rubbing his thumb on her chest as her tiny little hand curled around his forefinger hanging from your shoulder. “we ready?” Harry whispered, leaning in close to you. You nodded with a nervous smile and Harry kissed your cheek “let’s do this”

-

Two hours later the limo pulled up to Auradon prep, where Ben, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Ben’s mother all stood ready to welcome the four of you. Dizzy bolted out first as soon as the door open and leaped into Evie’s arms, the two squealing with each other in excitement at Dizzy finally being in Auradon.

You weren’t surprised Mal wasn’t there, she didn’t trust or like Harry or Gil at all and probably felt betrayed by you for siding with Uma after she left.

Ben stepped forward as you, Harry, and Gil climbed out of the car, holding a sleeping Arella in your arms. Evie and Belle immediately went soft at the sight of her but kept their composer as Ben stepped forward with a smile “Welcome to Auradon: Ben said happily, clapping his hands together “first I want to apologize it took so long, and second; thank you for accepting my invitation. I know it was hard to make that choice in both trusting me and leaving behind the isle and your family” you knew he meant the crew “but I promise they will soon follow and now;” he gestured back to the dorm building “let’s get you all set up.” You nodded, letting Evie step closer and coo over Arella.

“oh she’s so cute~” Evie giggled, pressing her fingers into Arella’s (not as pudgy as it should be) cheek softly, your baby girl gurgled and pushed Evie’s hand away, Evie laughing quietly at it “oh I love her already…(y/n)?” you hummed, not looking at her as you followed Ben through the halls of the building “im sorry I left you”

You looked into her eyes, softening a bit as you could only see sincerity in her eyes. “i-“ you started, lifting Arella in your arms a bit, her head cradled in your arm. “i-…don’t forgive you, not just yet but” you smiled at her as her face fell but rose in hope at the ‘but’ “we can start with being friends again?” Evie beamed and nodded, looking over at Jay and Carlos who were letting Evie talk to you first before they tried “and them too, I can tell they want to apologize…Mal thought” Evie winced at that, yeah; Mal would probably take a long time to come around. She had even cussed (y/n) out at the hideout after Evie the boys told her about (y/n)s relationship with Harry and her position on the crew.

‘she betrayed us as soon as we left! We can't trust her! Or Harry! they might lead Uma right into Auradon to destroy it!’

To say the least, Evie and the boys distanced themselves from Mal; after seeing her very narrow tunnel vision, they didn’t want to hear her bitch about (y/n) and Harry’s arrival at Auradon.

Evie hoped she would come around soon though; she missed the days of the five of them running around causing chaos. But reminiscing about the wicked old days could be saved for later, as Ben had led the group to one of the dorm rooms.

“Harry, (y/n)?” Ben called, Harry humming and looking up from Arella as he made faces at her “this will be your dorm room” Harry looked surprised at that, he had expected the dorms to separate them but-

Ben opened the door to reveal a large room, two full-sized beds by the windows (that could be easily pushed together), a crib, a newly installed mini kitchen with a working stovetop, a large dresser (two actually) flowing with baby blankets, baby clothes (designed by Evie), toys, baby food, diapers, wipes, anything a young parent could ask for.

“guys” your voice cracked as you walked into the room, Arella already reaching for the teal octopus plush sitting in her new crib “this is-i-holy shit!” Harry walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he looked around the room with watery eyes.

“I don’ know wha’ ta say” Harry croaked out, turning back to Ben; who just smiled.

“a thank you would be nice” Ben joked then waved it off “we’ll let you settle in, Gil, Dizzy?” the two turned to Ben, who waved them out of the room “I’ll show you to your rooms” Gil gave you and Harry a hug and kissed Arella’s forehead, running out of the room after Ben and the others as he closed the door.

“we’re actually here” you breathed out after a moment of silence, slowly spinning around the room. “actually in Auradon”

“aye,” Harry muttered, noticing your bags had already been brought into the room “kinda weird we’re not ‘ere ta destroy it” you chuckled, handing Arella to him and checking over her new items, Harry cooing at her and lifting her into the air, her adorable baby babble echoing around the room.

A few hours later, everything had been unpacked and set up, Arella was dressed in one of her new outfits, of course, designed by Evie; a tiny red jacket that copied Harrys iconic one, black shorts, booties, and a white t-shirt with a spray paint hook on the front. “hi darling” Harry cooed, kissing his daughters cheek multiple times as she giggled “ah yeh look so badass~”

You laughed at his adorable behavior with your kid and walked over to him, slipping on one of your new jackets from Evie and kissing his cheek “and you are so cute” Harry flushed but accepted the compliment, bringing Arella to his chest and enveloping her in his arms as you grabbed Arella’s dinner. “come on, Ben said we were going out for dinner tonight” Harry hummed, grabbing a baby sling and putting it on, then slipping Arella inside.

-

You sighed, setting down your book bag next to the door and closing it with your foot. You appreciated the fact that FG gave you and Harry only four classes a day (and switched the two of you off so Harry took care of her in the afternoon while you took the morning shift) so you could attend to Arella more often than not but that didn’t prevent you from being exhausted from them.

You looked up and cooed, Harry was on your now connected beds, asleep with Arella sleeping on his chest, his arms curled around her safely. you quickly took a picture with your phone and sent it to Evie, who immediately sent back several heart-eye emojis.

You put your phone on the table and walked over to the bed, carefully climbing on and resting your chin on Harry’s shoulder, reaching up and caressing Arella’s soft cheek. Harry grumbled as he felt you and took one of his arms off of Arella and wrapped it around you, pulling you even further into his side “afternoon my love” you mumbled, leaning up and kissing his cheek “how’d she do?”

“ ‘ad a lil’ tantrum afta’ yeh left, missed ‘er mommy but” he yawned in the middle of his sentence and pushed his cheek onto your head “she did good, fell asleep ‘bout n’ ‘our ‘go”

You hummed and rubbed your thumb on Arella’s chest, she hadn’t even moved in the few minutes you had been on the bed “that’s good, did she eat her lunch?” Harry sleepily nodded and was already falling asleep again, following Arella’s lead.

You stared at the two loves of your life, and you thanked whatever gods that had intervened in your life to let you meet Harry almost two years ago and saved you from meeting a bad end with the Gaston twins. And then you had fallen for him and fallen for him hard. And you didn’t regret going behind your friend's backs to be with him; not if it resulted in the greatest thing you had ever made, that was sleeping on his chest.

-end-

so this was a commissioned 2nd part to one of my very first stories i posted on here back in 2019, that was rewritten in late 2020 and i never planned to continue it, but i was commissioned to do so and im happy with how it turned out~!!!! :3

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[marvelouspeterparker]

all worth it

pairing: tom holland x interviewer!reader

summary: tom is an actor, doing interviews is a part of his job. but there’s just something about you that makes him feel like the stress that comes with press tours and interviews is all worth it.

warnings: none, just fluff

notes: literally got this idea from looking at an onward interview gif (the one where he recites the lines from back to the future, iykyk) also imagine the pandemic never happened in this jfskgh

so tom loves his job, obviously

he gets to be his number one favorite superhero, make people happy, do what he loves, and more

but that doesn’t mean that there are no downsides to his career

there is actually a lot of stress that comes with being in the limelight and that includes people constantly watching your every move, being critiqued, questioned and put on the spot

and the perfect time for all this to occur? during interviews

now some of the time, interviews are nice, sometimes they’re even fun

but unfortunately a lot of the time, the same questions are asked in each and every one, one after the other, for hours on end and it honestly gets very boring and very draining very fast

so to be quite frank, he wasn’t expecting much when he walked into the next room for his last interview of the day

but when you walked in, he couldn’t help but perk up a bit

you were pretty and you seemed very nice as well, greeting everyone, including the crew as you made your way over to tom, jacob and zendaya

some of the interviewers would just walk straight to their seat and start the questions almost immediately, no warmth in their manners––but you, you were different

you shook each of their hands, smiling wide as you said hello

you couldn’t really contain your enthusiasm, you were a big marvel fan, and a fan of each of them, so you couldn’t tame your smile even if you wanted to

your energy was infectious and tom was more than grateful for it

when you reached him, he looked into your eyes deeply and you had to snap out of your daze before you made a fool of yourself

‘hello darling’ he licked his lips as he looked up at you, a gracious smile on his face and you blinked a couple times before responding

‘hi it’s––so nice to meet you, i’m a big fan.’ you turned to look at the others, ‘of all of you, really.’ 

they all ‘aww’ed and accepted your compliments, thanking you as you took your seat

when you were given the green light to start, you gave a curt nod to the crew behind the cameras and started right away

you were professional and good at your job, making the cast feel welcome and at ease after a long day of work

you told jokes, asked interesting questions that others hadn’t and since you were a marvel fan, you were able to ask specific questions that showed your genuine interest in the comics, the films, the plots and more

tom could feel himself getting more comfortable as the interview went on and the smile never left his face throughout the entire thing

when it ended and they turned the cameras off, you all felt a bit disappointed that you would have to say goodbye so soon, you were all having a good time and genuinely laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt 

you thanked them all for their time and jacob was quick to wave you off

‘no thank you––i think we can all agree that we saved the best for last today.’ he looked to his friends and they nodded along

zendaya chimed in ‘for real, this was fun.’

you smiled, honored that you managed to make their day a little better and tom spoke up quietly, making you turn to look at him

‘yeah this, this was really great. thank you y/n.’

you could feel your cheeks heating up but you nodded, smiling as you tried your best to calm your raging heartbeat ‘my pleasure’

tom would have loved to speak with you more afterwards honestly, but unfortunately as soon as he exited the room, he and his friends were being ushered towards the next location for the day, preparing for the long week they still had ahead of them

though you had hoped to see more of tom, you only had one interview with him, so you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon

or so you thought, anyway

your boss surprised you with a chance to go to the premiere, and interview some of the cast and other actors on the red carpet of course (since you were there for work)

you honestly thought that if tom did see you, he would only give you a small wave, maybe a slight head nod at best since you’d already interviewed him, but to your surprise, when he saw you, he smiled immediately and made his way over to you, swerving away from his entourage (which consisted of his brothers, assistant, and others you didn’t recognize)

‘hi love, how are you?’ 

his eyes were shining under the bright lights on the carpet and there were hundreds of shouts and conversations going on around you, but he somehow managed to make you focus only on him, from his voice and presence alone

‘good! how are you? you excited? nervous?’

he laughed, tilting his head, ‘both, but you know, i’m really proud of this film and i’m ready for people to see it’

you didn’t have much time to talk since there were plenty of other interviewers, journalists and on top of that he had to take pictures so you wished him good luck and he thanked you genuinely

‘i have to run, but be sure to tell me what you think of the movie afterwards, yeah? i know you’re a marvel fan, wanna see if it lives up to your standards’ he winked and you stuttered for a bit, agreeing as he walked off 

you were shocked that he wanted to hear your opinion, but granted there was a camera on you both, which you might have forgotten about while you were talking

but you couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? does he really want to know what i think?

you tried to push the butterflies down and focus on the film as you watched and honestly, it was easy to forget about everything else once you looked at the screen

the film, the plot, tom––everything was so captivating and entertaining, you couldn’t look away even if you tried

it wasn’t until after the film had ended, and you’d stayed for both end credit scenes that you realized you had no way of contacting tom

surely he would have things to do after this, after parties maybe? so you most likely wouldn’t see him outside

and it’s not like he followed you on instagram––he probably wouldn’t even see your dm if you sent one

as you were on your way out, thinking about all this, you felt a hand tap your shoulder and you turned, a smile on your face

but soon realizing it wasn’t who you’d hoped, you tried to not let the disappointment show on your face but as you looked clearly, you realized the man looked familiar

‘hi’ he smiled, ‘i’m tom’s assistant’ you nodded, greeting him a little confused

‘tom’ he started, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, ‘wanted me to give you this’ he handed you the paper and you opened it, feeling your stomach jump when you realized a number was scribbled on it, signed -tom ;)

without even realizing, you stared at the ink on the paper for a few seconds silently before his assistant snapped you out of it

‘he wanted you to know that he’s not a dick and he would have come if he could’

you laughed and looked up at him

‘honestly he felt really bad he couldn’t come himself, trust me.’

you nodded and put the paper in your bag, ‘thank you, i’ll be sure to use this’ you smiled

he smiled too, ‘tom hopes you will’ 

you had a feeling that tom would be busy that night, and probably hungover the next morning, so you waited a couple of days before contacting him

and during those two days, tom was honestly freaking out inside...and outside

were you not interested? was he too forward? did he do something wrong? did you get the wrong idea of him?

he was even texting harrison, jacob and zendaya about it in their group chat

tom: i’m an idiot aren’t i

zendaya: yeah but we already knew that

tom: 😑

harrison: i’m sure she’ll text you, maybe she’s just busy

jacob: yeah man, you’re a total catch

jacob: and anyway if she doesn’t want you, i’ll have you 😏

tom: thanks babe 😘

zendaya: i’m just gonna go––

tom: but anyway, i don’t think i’ll ever shoot my shot ever again because this is just embarrassing

not even a full minute passed before the he send the next text 

tom: nevermind she just texted me

tom almost dropped his phone when he saw the message pop up

maybe: y/n: hi tom! this is y/n :) i’m free to give you my thoughts on the movie when you are

you felt like you were going to be sick when you hit send on the message––you didn’t want to bother him, it’d been several days, what if he changed his mind? 

and you––nevermind he responded immediately

tom: hi darling :) i’m glad you used my number 

tom: i’m free to talk now actually, we could facetime if that’s easier? only if you want, of course

you paused when you read his text, luckily you had showered and gotten dressed today so you didn’t look a mess but you opened the camera just to check if you looked alright

were you really about to facetime tom holland?

when you finished fixing your hair, smoothing down your eyebrows and licking your lips, you swallowed your nerves and replied

y/n: sure, i’d like that

he took a deep breath and hit the call button, eagerly waiting for it to connect when you answered

when you both came into view, you smiled, greeting each other shyly

‘was a little worried when you didn’t call me that night’ he admitted sheepishly

your brows raised, surprised ‘oh i just––i assumed you would have been busy you know, after parties and all that’ you laughed and he joined you, a small smile on his face

‘darling even if you called me during the party, i would have left just to talk to you––missed hearing your voice honestly’ 

when you paused to answer a blush coated his cheeks and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked

‘sorry was that lame?’ he laughed nervously and you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile

‘no––that was, really sweet actually. i––like talking to you too, it’s really nice’ 

soon you get to talking about the actual movie and you couldn’t stop the praises from flowing

‘honestly it was incredible tom, you were incredible, i loved it’

‘thank you love, i’m really glad you enjoyed it, i was hoping you would.’

and the way that tom smiled bashfully and blushed, even pointing the camera away from his face to hide at one point had you swooning more than ever

after that, you and tom texted here and there, sometimes even facetiming, and he wouldn’t hesitate to compare you to his other interviewers and even tell you about it

‘had an interview today, can’t even compare it to yours, love’ 

you just rolled your eyes, a smile on your face ‘oh shut up, tom’ 

you talk often but due to both of your busy schedules, months go by before you see each other again

you run into him at red carpets for other marvel movies, and there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

‘‘there’s my favorite interviewer’ his smile was wide as he walked up to you. ‘you excited for this one?’

you scoffed, fully having a conversation with tom as though you weren’t on camera ‘of course i am, it looks amazing’

‘even better than my movies?’

you raised your hands in surrender, ‘legally, i can’t answer that’

he put a hand to his chest, acting dramatically offended ‘wow well, i guess it’s time for me to go then’

‘at least save me a seat?’ you joked

‘you know i will’ he smirked

by the time ‘the devil all the time’ press came about, you hadn’t told tom that you were assigned to interview him, honestly it was a last minute schedule change 

honestly, he’d gotten good at hiding his bad moods from the public, but you’d known him for enough time now to be able to see when he wasn’t at his 100%

which is why you could see him visibly brighten up when he walked into the room and saw you

‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, clearly (pleasantly) surprised as he hugged you 

‘uh, my job?’ you joked, ‘you didn’t actually think i only interviewed for the mcu did you?’

he blushed, ‘well i uh––no, obviously not’ he said unconvincingly but you brushed him aside as you got ready for the interview

once you started, tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, you were just really good at your job and he enjoyed being with you, even when it was for work

‘so obviously audiences are used to seeing you as peter parker, a rather lighthearted character, despite all the hardships he’s had to face––would you say approaching a character as dark as this was challenging in any way? mentally, emotionally, or just in regards to the fact that the public would be seeing a new, more sinister, villainous side to you?’

‘i mean it was a little daunting, definitely. but i was excited to sort of branch out mentally and challenge myself emotionally for this role––the story was fascinating to me and i was just so proud to be a part of this project, i tried not to think of any downsides.’ 

he paused and licked his lips, a glint in his eyes. ‘and honestly, we all have a little bit of a dark side, don’t we?’ 

you paused. of all times to flirt––

‘well hopefully not to the same extent of your character,’ you joked and thankfully the conversation smoothly transitioned elsewhere

now the fans took notice of your bond with tom

they noticed that tom seemed to smile the brightest and laugh the loudest during your interviews, even jumping into other conversations and answers to questions that were directed to his costars

there were dozens of videos, hundreds of edits––

‘tom falling for his interviewer for 9 minutes straight’

and you’d seen them––it was sort of impossible for you to not

you’d been tagged in so many of them, even your friends sent them to you

i mean you weren’t blind, tom was attractive and he did make your heart flutter but you assumed that he didn’t want a relationship since his career was only progressing, skyrocketing either––it would probably be difficult to maintain a solid relationship, or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you so you said nothing

it wasn’t until he had a break from filming that he asked you to hangout, and still you thought nothing of it, until he asked what time he should pick you up

you paused, and he even thought that you froze when really you were just processing what he said

‘like a––date?’ you asked hesitantly

he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘yeah? yeah i––like a date.’

you smiled, ‘i would love to tom. but aren’t you worried about pictures spreading online? headlines and all that? i wouldn’t want to add any more stress––’

‘i promise love,’ he interrupted your worried rant, ‘you make it all worth it.’

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Benny Rodriguez

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Benny met when you were younger. You’d lived in the neighborhood your entire life and with Benny and the boys being the only kids around your house; and the fact that you were a bit of a tomboy in general, they were who you made friends with.

- Like most young boys, they weren’t too keen on some little girl butting into their games, but you were persistent! It took you a couple weeks and a whole lot of effort but soon enough they let you stay and play without any complaints. After that, the rest was history.

- You’d sort of always just been one of the guys. The main reason you were allowed to stick around was because they nearly forgot you weren’t one. You played baseball, weren’t afraid to get dirty, and never acted all “prissy”; you were the only type of girl they’d ever be caught dead letting into their crew.

- And; without any opposition from you, that’s how things went on for a few years. It wasnt until you got a little older that you realized that being “one of the boys” maybe wasn’t the ...greatest thing in the world.

- You sort of always had a thing for Benny. It was easier to brush off and not realize when you were younger but as you got into your teenage years, it became more difficult to ignore.

- And thus, your dilemma finally became obvious. You’d spent so long being one of the guys that you were completely sure Benny only saw you as that; he sure acted like he did.

- So a million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered if you could change how he saw you, if you wanted to, how you’d do it, should you do it, when you’d do it, etc. Maybe you should try some makeup, change your clothes, your personality; should you stop hanging around him so much?

- You had no idea what to do ...so you tried a few things. You dressed a tad bit girlier; not enough to have the gang on you or ruin your ability to play, and wore your hair down, and ...nothing happened.

- All you got was a few comments from the guys asking “what’s up with the hair?”. Soon enough, you were grumpily pulling your hair up into a ponytail after getting not even the slightest reaction from Benny.

- After several attempts, you’re at a loss and somewhat frustrated. You debate just telling him but the day you decide to, you chicken out and stay home.

- Your mother tells Benny you aren’t feeling well when he asks if you can come out and play and you watch from behind the curtain guiltily as he leaves your front steps, casting one last look from behind his shoulder at your window.

- You don’t show up to the field for another day or two before deciding that you need to go back, missing your friends and fresh air. You figure you can play it cool like always, and you do, getting welcome back slaps on the back and shakes.

- You play for a few hours before the boys have to go home and you’re left on the field alone with Benny. You’re just about to walk out as well ...up until Benny calls after you. With a deep breath, you jog back over and stand in front of him.

“You feeling better?” he asks and you both nod, one after the other.

“That’s good. I missed you out here,” he says before seeming to realize what he said. He laughs slightly before following up with a “Yeah-Yeah sucks at playing your position.”.

- You both laugh before he asks “why don’t we play, just you and me. You throw and I’ll hit”. And you try to turn him down, telling him that you should be getting home, but then he gives you that smile of his and a “come on” and you just can’t refuse.

- So you get in position and the two of you play, swapping turns back and forth when you have to run and catch the ball.

- On one of your last few throws, he runs over to hand you the ball but doesn’t immediately let go. Instead, he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before running back to his spot on the field, casting a look back at you and subsequently a smile as he does.

- The two of you kiss for real when you’re at the edge of the field, getting ready to walk home. He calls your name and you pause, standing still as he grips your shoulder and leans in, planting a peck on your lips.

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, though it’s obvious that you don’t mind.

He merely shrugs and grins at you. “I wanted to.”

- You can’t help but smile back, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders and walk you off the field.

- There isn’t a ton of pda in your relationship but there’s a bunch of contact: high fives, his arm around your shoulders, his leg touching yours when you sit next to each other. He just doesn’t want the guys on your case for the rest of the week for a measly kiss in front of them. 

- Affectionate hair ruffling. 

- Hand holding, usually when the gang isn't around; unless it’s Smalls. 

- Forehead and cheek kisses.

- Soft kisses.

- He has your picture on his dresser and you cant help but smile every time you see it. 

- When it really comes down to it, he’s got a huge soft spot for you. He may treat you like one of the boys most of the time but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you you’re definitely different from them to him. 

- Excited hugs, usually after he accomplishes something big or you get good news. 

- Sitting in between his legs, usually with his chest pressed against your back.

- He doesn’t mind cuddling, even if it’s sort of in front of the gang, mainly because his style of cuddling is his arm draped over your shoulder and you resting against his side.

- As though he’d allow you to not have a nickname! He doesn’t really use petnames except; maybe, when he’s using them as jokes or sarcastically, but you’ve probably had a nickname since you were little that he still uses.

- Although, he does say “that’s my girl” to himself or just outloud whenever he gets all proud of you; like when you score a homerun.

- The boys definitely tease him about you. Its the one thing they have on him.

- He lets you win when you guys race. You’re absolutely aware of it but you think it’s cute so you both jokingly pretend he didnt.

- He’s always there to help get you out of a pickle. If you have a problem it is both your problems the minute you tell him.

- He always brushes off your praise with a halfhearted and playful scoff but in actuality, he loves it whenever he gets a compliment from you.

- There’s definitely been moments where you’ve been in his room with him and asked about some sort of clothing item and he just casually asks if you want it. And ...You’re damn right you do.

- Randomly being carried away from things isn’t all too uncommon for you. He likes to pick you up, whether it’s just by your armpits or in a piggyback ride.

- Walking home from school together. 

- Spending your summers together. 

- Expect a lot of random visits and him calling you to come hang out. If he wants to see you, he’ll just come knocking on your door. 

- Smalls is sort of like your adoptive child, even though you're only like two years older than him. You’re just always looking out for the younger boy and making sure he feels welcome and all that. 

- Getting introduced to Beast and Mr. Mertle. 

- Knowing tons of baseball facts because of him.

- Playing catch in the lot. He goes easy on you but to be fair; he goes easy on most people.

- Looking after him and making sure he doesn’t over exert himself.

- I’m sorry but you’ll have to just accept that baseball is his priority a lot of the time. It’s his “life” and you’ll just have to accept that if you want to be with him. 

- He would genuinely ask you to marry him in complete awe if you were to ever get him baseball game tickets. 

- He makes a big deal over your birthday, well, him and the rest of the boys. They all cheer when you arrive at the field, giving all their “look who it is’s”and slapping you on the back.

- Going to the movies ...after they put up another screen.... He’ll usually grab your hand and keep glancing over at you whenever you go, he just thinks you’re really pretty.

- Hanging out in the treehouse together. 

- Going to the fair with him. 

- Pool dates.

-  A lot of your dates get invaded by the gang, especially if they involve pizza …or food of any kind really. 

- His mother probably insists on giving him some money every time she hears he’s going to hang out with you because she wants him to be a little gentleman and pay for your “date”.

- Even though you’ve always sort of been seen as just one of the guys, you’re serious bragging rights for Benny; both to the other boys and to Phillips. All it takes is one visit to the pool with them and suddenly they’re all a little envious of their leader.

- Though, to be honest, all the boys in the group have probably; at some point, had a crush on you or thought that you’d end up together because it just makes sense, you know? They weren’t in love but they had those little “why am is my heart racing” type of moments with you.

- Even though he brags about you, he’s still a jealous boy. He pretty much glares at any other guy; besides the guys in the gang, you’re with. Even if he’s doing something else, he finds it difficult to concentrate. The minute you arrive back at his side, he’ll ask why you’re hanging out with them, usually with a subtle; or not so subtle, insult directed towards them.

- Even though he knows you’re capable of holding your own, he’ll still always jump to stick up for you because it’s just a habit of his.

- He’s protective of everybody in his gang so that obviously includes you. He isn’t above fighting; or at least embarrassing, someone who’s giving you a hard time or literally carrying you to a safe distance when you’re near something he deems dangerous. Plus, he’s always the first one at your side no matter what’s going on.

- The two of you don’t fight a ton. You’ve been friends for a while so you sort of already know what rubs each other the wrong way and can avoid them because of that. If you are fighting, it’s probably about something stupid and you wind up just leaving; for one reason or another, as he calls after you.

- That being said, you usually just resolve things after a bit of arguing; without you having to walk off. As an apology, he’ll give you a sincere “hey, I’m sorry, alright?” before making some joke along the lines of asking if you want to hit him. You’ll hug and he’ll kiss your head and everything will be settled.

- You don’t tell each other that you love each other a whole lot; it sort of just isn’t Bennys thing, but you show each other you do with your actions.

- In the future, you’re there at every single one of his games, cheering him on.

- He probably asks you to marry him right after highschool. He just can’t wait to make you Mrs. Rodriguez.

[thefloatingstone]

actually animation! i always thought that drawing one pose per page is more easier than using an animation programm but seeing some videos about the programms make me wonder.. how do they make it look so smooth?? and satisfying??

(and thank you! sometimes i like more to ask people than google cuz it sucks and people love to share!)

UUUUUUGH of course tumblr deletes my entire post when I try to add a gif. ANYWAY AS I WAS SAYING! It really depends on what's getting animated. Animating every single frame at 24 frames a second on 1s gives you complete control over every single drawing, but it's incredibly labour intensive. And even the highest grade 2D animated films I know of don't have every single scene be animated on 1s because it isn't practical and not every scene requires that much movement. the ONLY movie I know of completely animated on 1s is The Thief and the Cobbler and it was never finished. (although I highly recommend the Recobbled Cut of the film because it's fantastic) (and tumblr deletes my entire post if I add gifs so just bear with me)

Most TV animation these days (and even a few 2D feature films) will use a combination of hand drawn animation with traditionally drawn in betweens, but will use animation programs' built in "tween" system to have the computer create animation effects. This cuts down a LOT on animation, but animation programs can only tween cut-out drawings. So you have to draw the arms separately, the head separately, the legs separately etc etc and tween them all individually. You then have to go in and tweak the computer tween because, being a computer, it can be extremely unnatural and robotic looking or it could have interpreted the tween badly.

However this means that you can get shots done much faster simply because it takes less time to tween individual scenes than it does hand animation them, even if it does not give you as much control and is usually still unnatural looking and easy to spot when something is drawn versus if it's been tweened

I

(Wander over Yonder uses a mix of tweens and hand drawn frames)

and then lastly the new thing some people are experimenting with, is taking animated sequences at whatever frame rate, and running them through an AI upscaler or other AI program to artificially boost the frame rate to higher than what it was drawn at.

Good examples of this are to go onto youtube and check out people who have taken old anime intros from the 80s and 90s and upscaled them to HD and used an AI to extend them to 60 frames per second (which is what video games run at but is not pleasant for either animation which would be impractical OR film which is uncomfortable to watch and can induce headaches.)

It's an interesting experiment but it's actually really bad animation wise, both because of the uncomfortable watch it creates and the headaches, but also because these 60fps upscale AIs can severely fuck up the animation itself, just as HD upscale AIs can fuck up the art of a show (do I need to show the HD version of usagi's house again?? BECAUSE I WILL!!!)

(it's so ugly...)

But yeah, some people are experimenting using this as a toon to create smoother animation but it's generally not really a good idea if you like.... actually understand animation and you're not just some IT guy who things more frames = better animation somehow.

Actually here's a dude who made a video about it explaining it better than I could

[lazypeachsoul]

alone together - edward the elder

Request: submission to Rosie's 250 followers challenge ( @for-bebbanburg ). Based of the prompt: "I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant." - Gerald Durrell

Warnings: Nothing, the situation is a bit sad but it's mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,6k

A/N: I'm really sorry about how late I'm posting this but health has not been that good this past few days. Also, can you tell I have trouble writing fics with already established relationships? I found this gif on google so if it's yours tell me so i can give you credit! 🌼

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Looking inside the room filled with parchments and writing tools you could clearly distinguish your friend’s figure looking at one of the stories. The past few days had been difficult on the entire family and you could see the toll it had on Edward, especially since he had tried to stay strong for his mother and for what would be his kingdom.

Even when you walked inside the room he seemed to be too concentrated on the page to listen to your entrance. He was about to turn the page when your hand stopped him, forcing him to finally look at you. His face was paler than usual and the dark circles under his eyes were visible, even if his expression showed nothing but strength and a little bit of surprise at the gesture.

“How did you manage to enter? I ordered Steapa-” He turned in the direction of the door to probably reprimand the guard, but you interrupted him. “Steapa thought some company would do you good and he allowed me in.”

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself and looked at your still touching hands. It wasn’t a completely rare gesture, even if the priests and ladies of the court thought it was too bold, but that day it felt different. It felt like there was so much you wanted to say but couldn’t, like you wished you could take the pain away.

Life in Wessex had been complicated since you could remember. You were born in a time of fighting and chaos caused by the incursions of the danes, and that’s all you had known your entire life. Sometimes a sliver of calm seemed to settle on the land but everybody knew it only the calm before the storm.

Even amongst the continuous hardships you had been extremely lucky. You were the second born and only daughter to a Lord from a land close to Winchester, a lord who was a member of the witan and very close to King Alfred himself. Your privileges meant you were to be saved among the first if a raid were to occur and you would be transported to Wincester to stay with the rest of the ladies.

It was during one of those raids that you became close friends with the Aetheling Edward. Or at least as close as the scary Lady Aelswith would allow you to get to her darling boy. During the long months that it took the Wessex army to defeat the danes and return to your family the land, and during that time you seemed to find in Edward a nice companion for the scary times.

During the years you had visited Winchester several times and always felt the excitement of seeing an old friend again. The times the both of you spent together on those visits had slowly decreased, Edward being whisked away for his education as a future King and you trying to make yourself known around the city as a respectable lady in training.

But every visit included an arduous negotiation with Steapa and your lady in waiting to allow you a visit to the gardens away from the queen, the priests and every nosy person at the court where you could get up to speed with your friend. Even if the meeting took place while you were seated in different stone benches and your guardians were standing two feet away.

Somewhere along those multiple visits and secret meetings feelings arose but were quickly shut down by your father. He would love to see his daughter married to the King of Wessex but it was not a reasonable thought. Everybody knew you were not Lady Aelswith’s favourite person and she would never allow for those feelings to be acted upon, so it was better to concentrate your efforts in finding a husband whose mother didn’t dislike you that much.

And you tried, but it was easier said than done. After your third meeting with a possible suitor went wrong your father asked the Lord King to give you shelter in the court and an occupation that might help you find a suitable husband.

The Lord King, who you suspected knew all along of your feelings for his son but probably thought it would be entertaining to see how things developed. The man who had treated you with the utmost respect and who was now dead.

You felt Edwards hand enveloping your hand and gently squeezing it. If it was to get out of your reverie or just for support you didn’t care, but it felt good. Your thumb started softly caressing the back of his hand, the biggest show of affection you were allowed even if what you wanted was to wrap him in your arms.

“What are you thinking about?” You spoke looking directly at his frowned face.

“Everything, nothing.” With a deep breath he tightly shut his eyes and rubbed them with his free hand. “I spent all my life getting ready for this moment and now that it’s here I feel like I’m unprepared. The witan will be meeting soon and I know that they see me as nothing but a child who is not fit to rule Wessex. I don’t know what will be of my mother now that my father is dead. I don’t know what would be of me now that he’s not here to guide me.”

His confession made your stomach turn and a lump formed in your throat. He had probably been feeling lost since his father died but he was only now talking about it. And it made you feel useless because the most you could do was support him.

“You are the son of a king, the grandson of a king and will be the father of a king, Edward. This is what you were born to do, rule Wessex and fulfill your father’s dream of a united land.” You could feel him tense but tried to ignore it, prefering to get your thoughts out of the way first. “The witan wouldn’t dare to choose a different king when they know you are the best option. They will probably debate for days, because the Lord knows they enjoy just discussing the most trivial of topics, but the decision has been made since you commanded the troops at Beamfleot.”

He sighed deeply before unlacing your hands and letting himself fall on a chair. Running his hands through his dirty blonde curls muttering something. When asked about what he said he just smiled sadly.

"I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant."

You laughed, remembering the amount of times the priests had called both of you ignorant during your childhood years just for asking questions. And he was right, life seemed to become more complicated when the joyful feelings of childhood started to vanish.

“We were surprised because we were innocent, I don’t think you have ever been ignorant.” You tried to argue, memories flashing back of all the trouble he had gotten you out of just by being educated and charming. “Maybe we were just sheltered and now the roof has blown off and for once we’re on our own.”

Silence set around the room, the only noise present was your breathing and the shifting of your dress every time you moved. He seemed to be deep in thought again and this time you didn’t dare to break him out of his constant thinking. It wasn’t until he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees that you paid attention to him again.

“Maybe we were sheltered and a little bit ignorant. Maybe our parents tried to protect us from the disaster and pain surrounding us all the time. We never heard real stories about battle or war. We never learned what it really takes to thrive as a kingdom…” He pointed at the books filled with stories of his father’s life on the shelves. “But that doesn't mean we are alone.”

He got up quickly, maybe too quickly for you to fully understand what the words really meant. In a long stride he was back in front of you looking at your eyes with an intensity that you knew only meant trouble.

“You’ve been here since I can remember. I saw you when you were not taller than two feet and I see you now that you are a beautiful lady.” He continued his speech making your face flush. “You are the closest ally I have ever had and I would like it to stay that way no matter the circumstances”

You had thought of him as more than a friend often but now that you were on the receiving end of his words it almost didn’t feel real.

“Maybe we can be alone together.” He tried to explain, offering you a hand to take.

Your mind was going faster than you could keep up. In a small amount of time you thought about it, about what it might mean for you and him, your families...you even thought about what it might mean for the kingdom. And in all that thinking you couldn’t find a single reason to say no.

You placed your hand back in his, and if before it felt different now it felt otherworldly. With a smile he raised your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of it. You couldn’t avoid but softly hitting his cheek like you did when you were younger and you wanted him to stop being mean, because some part of you hadn’t felt this close to him since before rules were placed for your interactions.

“I would love to be alone together with you, Edward.”

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[anya-chalotra]

I've recently been asked by several lovely and curious souls to break down this Witcher set, so I thought I’d go ahead and put together a proper tutorial for everyone. All you need is Photoshop and basic giffing knowledge, preferably using the timeline. This isn't necessarily simple, but I would say it's one of the simpler things I've done—somewhere between easy and medium difficulty, maybe.

I. MAKE YOUR BASE GIF

To start, we’re going to be making our base/background gif, which is 540x540. You can color it any way you’d like, but I picked black and white for that particular set because I didn’t want the final product to be too ‘busy’. I wanted to keep the attention on a pop of color at the center instead, which ended up being the second gif and the text.

As a quick sidenote:

Since the gif is so big, I would recommend using at least 1080p footage. I’d recommend always using 1080p footage regardless, but I wouldn’t call it 100% necessary unless you’re making larger (540px, as opposed to 268px or 177px) gifs.

Keeping in mind that the second gif and text will be going in the center of the gif, you’ll want to align the subject/s accordingly. For example, I kept Geralt and Jaskier and Yennefer mostly to the left or right.

Here is the base gif I'll be using:

And here is a tutorial on how I make my black and white gifs if you’d like to get the same grain effect.

II. MAKE YOUR [SHAPE] GIF

Next is the gif for the shape. Sizing is up to you and ultimately depends on the shape you choose. For me, I know I want an isosceles triangle, so the height of my gif is going to be slightly bigger than the width. My dimensions in the original set were 118x150, so I’ll be making my gif 122x154. You want to oversize here since we’ll be trimming the edges off later on.

After sharpening and coloring, this is what my gif looks like:

III. GROUP YOUR LAYERS

Sounds simple, right? And it is, but it’s as pivotal as it is easy. Maybe it’s dramatic of me to say that I live and breathe by this step, but I kind of do live and breathe by this step. It’s the same technique from this tutorial, and it’s a pivotal step in my blending process also.

Having said that, let’s put all your layers in a group. Do this for both gifs!

CTRL + A or Select > All

Layer > Layer Mask > Reveal Selection

IV. CUT OUT YOUR SHAPE

You can go about this a couple of different ways, but regardless, it’s as simple as editing your layer mask. No, really. It’s why I love grouping layers and slapping a layer mask on. It makes life so much easier in the long run.

➥ PHOTOSHOP’S CUSTOM SHAPE TOOL

The Custom Shape tool on Photoshop has all the basic shapes you need. Triangles, circles (even though you could just use the round selection tool), stars, and even all the playing suits.

Go ahead and pick a shape to add to your canvas if you haven’t already. Don’t worry too much about the dimensions; you can manually input a specific width and height at the top. Rotate it if you need to (I’ll be rotating my triangle 180° so that it’s upside down) or leave it as is, but when you have it sized the way you’d like, center it and then merge it with a new layer. This way, we can right click on the layer thumbnail and select ‘Select Pixels’.

Next, click on the group layer mask. Invert your selection [SHIFT + CTRL + I or Select > Inverse] and then invert that part of the mask [CTRL + I or Image > Adjustments > Inverse]. Your gif should now be shaped accordingly.

➥ B&W TEXTURES AND VECTORS/PNGs

Alternatively, if you don’t want to limit yourself to basic shapes, you can use a texture or png of anything at all. An instrument, a specific symbol, something abstract, maybe even a flower—it can be literally anything, so long as it’s pure black and pure white. (If you aren’t familiar with how layer masks work, white is what shows and black is what’s hidden. Anything in between and what you get is partially or not all the way transparent, which will look wonky when the smaller gif goes on top of the base gif.)

For example, here’s an icon template by @argetnallison​:

Select your image (CTRL + A or Select > All) and copy it.

Go back to your gif. Press ALT and click on the group layer mask at the same time. This will pull up your layer mask.

Paste your image onto the layer mask.

Et voila, as the French and magicians and... other various individuals including myself say.

➥ PAINT BRUSHES

If you’re like me and have a bunch of custom brush sets downloaded, brushes are another way to get fun shapes. If you don’t have any downloaded but are interested in trying it out for yourself, DeviantArt and Brusheezy are the best (or at least my favorite) places to look for them.

It’s the same steps as above, but painting instead of pasting.

V. FINISHING TOUCHES

Now that you’re probably sick of me going on and on about shapes this and shapes that—we get it, Ava, there are shapes, get on with it—it’s time to drag the gif shape onto the base.

To center, because I am admittedly border-obsessive when it comes to things being perfectly 100% centered, I set guides [View > New Guide] in the middle. It’s your width and height divided by two, so I have a vertical guide at 270 and a horizontal guide at 270. 

For a “3D” (I don’t know what else to call it, other than “well, I just thought it looked neat”) effect, I added a gradient with the same exact layer mask as my gif shape and positioned it underneath and slightly below the gif.

All that’s left is to add text (I wrote a mini tutorial on gradient text here if you’re interested) and we’re finally done!

You can also do this with more than one shape, like here:

Or make the shape full-scale, like here:

Happy editing!

[kungfuslipper]

13, 18, 32, 37

Hey Cody <3

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

I think it's more difficult for me to write an extroverted character like Fi or Scorch, since I am not naturally extroverted. It's much easier for me to write about characters with relatable struggles to what I've experienced.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

This section is the end of Verp Derp.

Overall, the ends of things tend to be either the easiest or the toughest part for me to write. If it's a really emotional section, I usually have to re-write it several times to get what I want to get across from each character. In this case, Sev and Fi still have a very tense relationship, characterized by a real difficulty trusting each other. They have a lot of sexual tension and they are both very insecure, which results in either aggression or passive aggression in their interactions. What I wanted to do with this fic was start to resolve some of that, and have them move into the first steps of true honesty and vulnerability with each other.

Everything felt clearer now. Sev settled on top of Fi, exhausted, and ran his fingers up his bare back. Got to go after what you want, vod’ika. What he wanted was right here, between him and the bed.

Sev is admitting to himself clearly that he wants Fi, as more than just a hookup partner.

Fi sighed happily. “Mereel thinks you’re my grumpy boyfriend. Gonna tell him I put my cock in your mouth and it cheered you right up.”

Fi deals with closeness by making light of it.

Sev was too replete to argue. He breathed deeply into the extra space he’d found between his shoulder blades, and pressed his lips into the curve of Fi’s shoulder. He’d ruin Mereel’s privileged face if he tried anything again.

Sev's relaxed, and therefore feeling very possessive.

Fi was still smiling, mouth closed, lips pulled back so far his ear wiggled. Sev had never seen him so happy. He kissed the nape of Fi’s neck, snaking his arm under his belly. 

The inspiration for this scene came directly from a GIF kindly shared with me. :P

My writing partner @countessofbiscuit and I wanted Sev to have a moment of tenderness with Fi at the end of this fic, so here it is.

He was RC-1207, the best sniper in the GAR. If he hadn’t been that, he’d have been nothing. But Fi made him feel like he was more than that — like he mattered in a way that had nothing to do with how many kills he racked up. 

This is why Sev was able to do that.

Feeling like he mattered was a risk Sev had never wanted to take. 

If he was going to take it, Fi needed to know what he was getting into. 

Fi beat him to it. “Sev, I … I —”

Sev bit into his neck. “Don’t say it. Don’t forget, I’m still a psycho, Fi.”

“That’s ok,” Fi said into the covers. He sounded half asleep. “I won’t hold it against you.”

Fi never had.

Sev's still trying to protect himself here. I went back and forth with this section, initially wanting to have one of them say "I love you," but felt it was too soon in this fic. Instead I had Fi start to say it, but Sev wasn't ready for that. He's still holding back, trying to get Fi to understand that he isn't going to be able to be the kind of guy Fi probably wants to be with. Here I was trying to show that Sev's self worth is still pretty low and it manifests as withdrawal in relationships. He doesn't quite believe he's got what it takes to make Fi happy, yet.

I wanted to end it with Fi accepting him as he is and what he's willing to give. This is partly because Fi is pretty desperate for a relationship himself, and so he'll tolerate a level of bs that he probably shouldn't. He's also attracted to the challenge of trying to get close to Sev. The other aspect here though is just that Fi really is that loving with Sev.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Answered here

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

I honestly have no idea. Probably that I was horny and had a lot of internal conflict. :P

Weird Questions for Writers

[vegalocity]

Hug while straddling for @purble-turble's Time Travel Red and MK?

Affection meme

31. Hugging While straddling partner

Eyyyy lmao I'm always down to talk about Red Son: Ultimate Enemy as told by @purble-turble

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There was no such thing as 'loving mental illness away'.

That was one of the very first things Qi Xiaotian had internalized when he came to the decision to make up with Red Son after his future adventure.

He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health himself, but when Red Son stumbled back into their time period, jacket chopped in half hair shorn close to his head and so obviously choking back tears, He'd instantly known whatever had happened to him had been actual hell. (Of course at first he'd forced himself to not care for how angry he'd been with Red Son after he'd told him about his parents plan and how he'd been a willing pawn in it, but that was beside the point)

So once he'd been properly brought upt to date on the exacts of the nightmare-future, and they'd started the process of looking for a therapist for Red Son, as clearly, he'd needed it, Xiaotian had taken it upon himself to do some research on his own time. it was a little difficult, he didn't want Red to find out about it until he actually had a better sense of what he should be doing, but since Red Son rarely seemed to be able to sleep anymore (even when Xiaotian could get him to lay with him in bed it was clear what little sleep he did get was rife with nightmares) and when he did sleep through the night he would wake up earlier than him, and they lived together... his most constant time for research was usually when he was technically on the clock.

But he'd gotten a couple of books about Post-traumatic stress disorder, general psychology, and 'So you've got a loved one with severe depression' (an actual title) and he'd scribble notes into the margins and on sticky notes when there was time between deliveries. And the first lesson every single one of those books had for him was just that.

You can't 'love someone out of their illness'. That's not a thing. The best you can do is love them through it.

So he did his best with that.

On some days that was just sending texts full of cute animal gifs and heart emojis, on some that was coming up to the loft on break to sit next to the lump of pillows and blankets on the bed and (after finding the telltale hint of short red hair that gave away where his head was) resting a hand on the part of the lump that was most likely an arm, gently rubbing it, and sitting in silence until his break ended.

And on some days it was this.

"It's not safe you're not safe I'm gonna slip up eventually-" Red Son's voice was fragile and warbling as his actions contradicted his words, hands scrabbling up and down his back and sides, gripping periodically for purchase before shrinking back as if afraid just hugging him back would crush him. "I'm gonna do something-"

"You won't." Xiaotian was practically seated in Red Son's lap at this point. Red had been sitting on the floor, back to the edge of the bed when the meltdown had begun, so kneeling on the ground until he was rested on his partners legs did two things:

one, it enabled him to wrap him up as tight as he could in his arms without having to twist one or both of them in an awkward angle.

and two, the extra pressure would probably help ground him, make it a little easier to come down from this one.

"You don't know that" His voice was hoarse, desperate. and Xiaotian closed his eyes and squeezed Red Son tighter.

"I do. I know you, hun." Red Son sobbed into his shoulder and he felt his hands finally decide where to be, resting across either shoulder blades and balling the fabric they found there up into fists.

"I know there's basically nothing that'll make you believe it at this point, but you're a good man, Red Son."

"I'm no-"

"Shhh, my turn to talk now." he shifted a hand to be able to bury it in Red Son's hair. He could feel him ever so minutely relax beneath him at the sensation. "You saw your potential for being a bad person, and don't forget everyone's got it. I have it, Xiaojiao has it, hell Monkey King has recorded evidence for his bad person potential, anyway, you saw yours and you've been working your ass off nonstop to keep it from ever getting the best of you.

"And this shit is fucking hard, hun. You're fighting your own brain and the actual literal future here! and guess what? it might not feel like it right now but you're winning."

Still, he shook his head against Xiaotian's shoulder. he didn't want to interrupt again, but still make his disagreement known.

"You are." He pulled away just enough to be able to properly cup Red Son's wet face in his hands. "You think that Evil King remotely hacked Jin and Yin's stupid battle robot in that illegal mech fighting ring and made it throw the match making them look like idiots in his timeline?" Red's gaze broke from his own as he thought back on the fight that broke out the week previous.

"....I suppose not-"

"You think that Evil King ever thinks for more than a second about the ethics of what evil plans he carries out let alone hours of agonizing over whether something was the right call or not?"

"Certainly not but that's not-"

"It is the point, Red. You're not the same person anymore. Maybe you started from the same roots, but he dug himself back into the ground and you rose up like a fucking tree instead."

Red Son met his gaze again, and Xiaotian could tell he still didn't believe him, but there was a spark there.

The faintest, dimmest hope.

"You are a good man, Red Son." this time he made sure every word was careful deliberate. So there was no misunderstandings that could be made. "And I am not accepting counterarguments at this time so you'd better fucking take it."

When he pulled Red Son against his chest again, and let the demon continue to cry quietly into his shirt, he pressed a small kiss to the crown of his head.

"I love you."

Red Son choked on a sob, and didn't answer.

It wasn't an issue, he knew Red Son loved him. Part of this whole thing being a thing in the first place was because Red Son loved him. Red Son wouldn't be as scared of becoming the Evil King as he was if he didn't love him so he knew better than to take to heart the days where he just couldn't say the words back.

There weren't any cures for mental illnesses. There were ways to mitigate the symptoms, but there are no spells that cure depression, there's no potion of anti-PTSD, and no person can love someone out of their illness.

But heavens above did he wish it some days.

He'd give anything to make it so Red Son wouldn't have to be in so much pain.

But all he could do was just hold him tighter, and stroke the short red tresses between his fingers until the sobbing stopped.

It took less time than usual.

Red was exhausted and pliant by the end of it and let Xiaotian drag him about the loft, obediently (if slowly) eating what was pressed into his hands and then nursing the mug of tea he was given as they settled down on the mound of cushions and he put on that 'how things are made' show that Red Son liked.

He was asleep halfway through the second episode.

Sure, some days were harder than others, and sure, some days he'd wish there was a cure just to spare Red the suffering.

But he felt Red Son's head slowly loll to the side until it rested on his shoulder, breathing slow and even and looking for the first time today like he was at peace and-

He still wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Love You, Hun."

Red Son hummed against him.

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