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kaiyaninjago · 2 years ago

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can you please do a Lloyd X zielo daughter reader basically the reader is the daughter of zielo and in this zielo is a good guy also zielo is the god of everything Lloyd and the other ninjas don't know because the reader is always in human form and when do they find out simple one day the reader and the other got attached and zielo happened to be walking by and when he see his daughter in danger he immediately saved everyone and of course everyone is shocked including Lloyd that not only is the reader not fully human but is also a demigod (zielo is from the murder of me both the reader and Lloyd are immortal the reader is always in human form because she is nervous of telling the others and this is just pure fluff I hope that this isn't to much)

ooooo, this sounds like a goodie! I do have to do some research but don’t ya worry, I will gladly write this. Thank you lovely person 🫶 ps I also went full out on the fluff near the end and added a bit of angst 💛. Hope you and everyone like it

Btw, most if not all of my oneshots/headcanons are gonna be in 3rd person because I find it easiest to write in. Also, I have a mini game for you while writing a certain section of this I was listening to ‘The night we met’ by Lord Huron have a guess where the lyrics ‘and your eyes were filled with tears, when you had not touched me yet’ inspired a section in the oneshot 💛

༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻ Lloyd Garmadon x Zielo daughter reader

Y/n= your name

f/c= favourite colour

h/c= hair colour

e/c= eye colour

For this reader uses she/her pronouns however you can replace them with whatever pronouns you feel comfortable with. Warning- cursing 💛

btw- this is Zielo (creepyyy fan art.)

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How do you tell someone you’re immortal?, that you’re not a human? That you’re the daughter of a god, of the Zielo making you a demigod. These questions haunted Y/n’s mind daily always having a mental debate with herself about how she should tell her friends, her newfound family, her partner about her heritage. Should she tell them about her heritage? She knew she had to eventually otherwise the dreaded conversation of when can I meet your parents will occur from none other than Lloyd, she had pictured it so many times in her mind that the entire scenario has been imprinted inside of her ranging from awkward side of her having to tell the blonde that she is infact the daughter of a god, to Lloyd being confused and rambling about the situation and then the worst part of it all the judging eyes. The judging eyes of Lloyd staring at her in disappointment about her heritage, I mean her father is a good person he ain’t evil but the bright emerald green eyes judging her every word haunts her in her mind. She felt a pinch being pressed onto her right shoulder causing her to turn her head to look at the culprit and there were the emerald eyes looking right at her.

“hello~” Lloyd sing song out his attempt at bringing Y/n’s attention onto himself.

“Lloyd? Why on earth did you pinch me.” Y/n asked her eyelids blinking slowly at the confused expression beginning to form on her face. “Are you okay?” The blonde questioned his hand slowly moved onto the table and near to Y/n hand “you looked like you were in another realm or something.”

Y/n hummed in response trying to plan out her response in her head she could say ‘oh you know thinking about my dad being a god and that I’m practically a demigod and did I mention to say immortal’ and then Lloyd would say ‘wait what’. But after repeating it in her head a few times she decided she didn’t want to send her beloved blonde boyfriend to an early grave.

“y/n?” Lloyds voice spoke again, a concerned look now appeared on his face.

“sorry, lot on my mind.” Y/n gently smiled, she wasn’t lying when she said there was a lot on her mind she just didn’t specify what exactly.

Lloyd moved his hand to be directly on top of Y/n’s “do you want to say what’s on your mind?”

I’m a fucking demigod, the daughter of Zeilo, immortal and I’m not even fully human she desperately wanted to yell, today had been the hardest in a long while for y/n to keep her heritage under-wraps she wanted so badly to tell someone about herself, about her struggles of fitting in, about everything. But now wasn’t the time.

“I’ll be fine, it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” Y/n declined shaking her head

“you sure?” Lloyd questioned, his grip on y/n’s hand tightened slightly.

“Yes Lloyd, I’m sure.” Y/n grinned showing Lloyd that she was fine (well physically, mentally ummmmm). In an instant her eyes narrowed playfully at Lloyd “you still didn’t tell me why you pinched me.”

“Oh well, um I heard that pinching helps get people out of a daydream.” Lloyd sheepishly answered now regretting his decision to pinch her.

“it hurt.” Y/n complained, she removed her hand from Lloyds grasp.

“Sorry.” Lloyd mumbled, lowering his head slightly in guilt.

“Probably gonna have a bruise there.” She smirked, y/n turned her head away from Lloyd.

“Wait what-“ Lloyd eyes widened in shock, he didn’t pinch her that hard? Did he?

“Yeah, gonna have to say that I got the bruise from the terrifying blonde ninja.” The smirk on Y/n’s face grew as a horrified look grew on Lloyds face.

“Terrifying??” Lloyd questioned

“Yup, and the terrifying blonde ninja is also incredibly gullible.” Y/n sneaked a look at Lloyd from the corner of her eye, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“I am so sor-” Lloyd sympathetically said, he was about to apologise until he repeated the sentence Y/n had said in his head “wait gullible.”

Y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed to her heart content, Lloyd held an annoyed expression on his face.

“not funny.” Lloyd deadpanned.

“it was very funny.” Y/n chuckled slowly coming out of her laughing fit, her cheeks burnt bright red from laughing.

“I thought I hurt you.” He sulked as colour finally returned back to his face.

“From a pinch?” Y/n questioned

“yes!” Lloyd exclaimed his arms raised to show his point.

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t help it.” She giggled placing an apologetic hand onto Lloyds shoulder

Before Lloyd could think of a snappy come back to say and to get revenge on his h/c girlfriend for making him think he had hurt her, however Jay ran into the room in a panic.

“Ultraviolet escaped she’s been spotted near Borg tour!” Jay yelled, entering the room he stopped himself midway into the room and took a slow look between Lloyd and Y/n “have I interrupted something?”

Lloyd replied with a “yes” while Y/n said “no” both looking at each-other in confusion, until they recalled what Jay had screamed. “Ultraviolet escaped!” Lloyd exclaimed, he rose up from his seat in a shock already pulling his green GI mask over his head.

“everyone’s wanting on the bounty, Pixel will fill us in on the way there.” Jay explained rushing out of the room and towards the bounty parked outside the monastery.

“guess our little ‘debate’ will have to wait.” Y/n smirked grabbing her f/c GI mask from the table and standing up from the chair.

“oh believe me, I’ll think of something on the fly.” Lloyd replied his voice slightly mumbled from the mask, he grabbed y/n’s hand and rushed with her behind him to the bounty both mentally preparing to fight ultraviolet once again.

Yet, in the back of y/n’s mind she had the sudden sense that something was going to go terribly awry. ༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻

Y/n was right, and she wished she wasn’t. When her and the ninja team arrived it appeared that ultraviolet was expecting them and ambushed them, it was no wonder why people called her crazy. She was crazy enough to go against eight ninjas and so far ultraviolet was winning. Everyone was getting tired, bruised and beat by some miracle ultraviolet had gotten stronger, faster and crazier. Y/n was on the ground her lungs breathing heavily attempting to regain her breathe, her nose was bleeding and she was barely able to remain conscious. This was certainly the opposite of winning. Looking around at each of the ninjas all of them desperately trying to remain focused on the fight at hand and not to fall on the ground out of exhaustion and pain, the fight was far from over that’s what Y/n was thinking and was about to stand up once more regaining her composure to enter the fight once more when a flash of light appeared infront of everyone. A figure stood in the place of where the flash of light had landed, the figure didn’t look human they had skin as pale as snow, long and sharp fangs were seeping from their mouth and their almost black eyes were staring daggers their eyes going from ultraviolet to the ninjas and finally to y/n. Her eyes widened at the realistic of who this figure was, it was Zielo, it was a god, it was her father. Once Zielo eyes reached his daughters they immediately went darker.

“which one of you hurt my daughter.” Zielo threatened his eyes scanning the room at everyone nearby.

Y/n quietly moved her eyes from the ninjas and to ultraviolet hoping her father noticed her gaze and would send all of his fury to ultraviolet and not to her friends. Luckily he did, his head quickly turned towards Ultraviolet her eyes dilating realising the sudden danger she was now in.

“I-I- should g-g-go!” Ultraviolet stammered out, her gaze fixing to the opposite side of the street “I-I-I- h-have to uh feed my spider, yes! S-s-spider.”

Ultraviolet turned around and began legging it out of the street, the moment she had disappeared Zielo lifted his hand up and snapped his fingers. The sound of ultraviolet confused and scared screams was heard in the distance. Silence filled the room once the scream had fully disappeared.

“is she?” Jay stuttered he subconsciously took a step away from the terrifying being standing in-front of them.

“course not, just sent her back to where she came from.” Zielo replied, his dark eyes surveyed the room until landing on the nervous face of his daughter one last time. Internally Y/n was hoping her dad wouldn’t utter a word and would simply vanish after he saved both her and her friends, a smile erupted onto Zielo’s face when he saw Y/n “Y/n! Are you okay, who am I kidding your whole face is bleeding. What do you need? A tissue, some food, a hug~”

Y/n blinked slowly at her father, he had called her out. Her own father had called her out. She could just ignore his statement and act confused as to how this very strange man had known her name, yet she didn’t. Not really.

“yes I am fine, uh random god who is definitely not my dad.” Y/n mentally face palmed, she had done the exact opposite of what she was supposed to say.

“Wait dad!” Kai exclaimed looking at Y/n and Zielo trying to find some similarities between them, now he could see it. He could see the resemblance.

“no- yes.” Y/n lowered her head in shame her eyes lingered at the ninjas and their shocked faces before sighing “everyone met my dad Zielo, the god of everything.” Her voice lowered near the end of her sentence hoping her friends wouldn’t hear her. They did, Y/n secret was finally out.

“Did I hear you correctly? The god Zielo is your father meaning you’d be a demigod?” Zane inquired his head titled in question wanting to understand more about the situation. Before Y/n could reply Cole intervened “but why doesn’t y/n look like him, you know with the teeth and the um other things.”

“good question.” Nya whispered leaning into Cole

Y/n inhaled deeply mentally trying to figure out her wording on what she’s about to say, it wasn’t the exact words she was hoping for. It was the exact opposite, it was similar to the words she had in her head from nearly an hour ago.

“you know my dad the god of everything as you now know and I’m practically a demigod oh and did I mention to say immortal” Y/n rambled, her arms went into every which way exaggerating her point.

Zielo faced his daughter with a confused look on his inhuman face.

“didn’t you tell them?” He questioned causing Y/n to rapidly turn her head towards him.

“not really a conversation I wanted to use as an introduction to my friends and boyfriend!” Y/n snapped “yEaH iM tHe DaUgHtEr Of ZiElO lOvElY tO mEeT yOu.”

“Being on earth has made you so much more sassier than before.” Zielo mumbled incoherently.

“You aren’t human.” Lloyd finally spoke, he had kept quiet during the whole interaction and now he wanted clarification on what Y/n is supposedly saying. Y/n grimaced slight as she was reminded that Lloyd had found out then and there that she wasn’t like the rest of them.

Y/n nods her head “surprise.” She tried to smile to try and distinguish the situation her dad had gotten her into (even though she was grateful he had saved both herself and her friends). Instead of the judging eyes y/n had feared to be on Lloyds face when he would eventually found out the truth a warm and loving smile began to grow on his face.

“oh my masters that why you were distracted you were thinking about this.” Lloyd said in a relieved tone his head moved to look up, the smile still remained on his face.

“Wait what” Y/n raised an eyebrow at her blonde boyfriend internally questioning why he was happy about her heritage, she thought Lloyd would’ve been the one to say wait what.

“Do you two need a moment?” Kai questioned his eye scanning the room.

Before Lloyd or Y/n could reply, Pixel did “I think we should.”

“right, come on scary powerful god of everything let’s show you round the greatest flying ship of all time.” Jay announced, he was about to grab onto Zielo’s arm and drag him away but he thought better of it. He didn’t want to upset the being that could destroy him in an instant.

“yup! Let’s go!” The ninjas apart from Y/n and Lloyd all awkwardly side stepped out of the street with Zielo shuffling behind them glancing at the weird antics of the supposed mature and respectful ninja.

Y/n blinked slowly when the ninjas left he eyes were no longer on Lloyd.

“look Lloyd, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about my heritage I thought you’d be disappointed that I’m not you know entirely human and that I’m a Demi god. Which isn’t a bad thing cause you know I’m immortal I’ll practically never die, and since you’re a Oni AND a dragon then you probably cannot die either so basically this is like a win, win situation.” Y/n explained her eyes never once landing on Lloyd, however his eyes were on her. Y/n’s eyes finally landed on Lloyd “why are you looking at me like that, I know it’s difficult for you to process this. It’s difficult for me to process that now you know something I should have told you a long while ago. Lloyd, stop staring at me and talk.”

Lloyd slowly stepped forward, the smile present on his face yet more loving as if he had fallen in-love with y/n all over again and in some way he had. He fell in-love with a side of her he had never seen before. Still Lloyd didn’t speak, he didn’t utter a word to Y/n.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, you should be upset at me, angry, disappointed, possibly disgusted. Why aren’t you doing-“ Y/n was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into their embrace. Lloyd was hugging her.

Silence surrounded them, not one of them muttered a single sound as they both enjoyed being in each others comforting embrace.

“I’m not alone.” Lloyds voice mumbled into Y/n’s h/c hair.

“what?” She whispered wanting to hear what he had said.

Lloyd chuckled under his breathe it was then Y/n realised he was crying. She lifted her head up to look at him, tears ran down his face.

“I’m not alone.” Lloyd whispered repeating what he had said a bright tearful grin on his face.

“You’ve never been alone.” Y/n reassured, uncertain why Lloyd was getting emotional. Was it because he was so upset about her heritage.

Lloyd shakes his head the tears continued to flow “I get to spend every day of my life with you. I don’t have to worry about you dying of old age or leaving me, you’ll always be by my side.”

Tears slowly made their way to Y/n’s e/c eyes as she realised what Lloyd had known.

They weren’t going to leave. They weren’t going to die.

They were going to live out the rest of their immortal lives together

#lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago x reader #emichen

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fatuismooches · 1 year ago

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hi :) i see your responses to my asks :) i see your reblogs :) i am absolutely not about to add sodium to the tea i am having rn :)

in all seriousness though oh my goodness smooches ;; i am glad i decided to take a little break from writing for now and be greeted with an influx of notifications alongside your responses to my asks and reblogs to the little thingies i published, just the perfect obliteration my heart needed to perfect my night <3

in response to your excitement about my kabuki series, ME TOO !! good god you don't know how over the damn moon i am just thinking about tomorrow like .. i should probably get a breather because this much excitement, while not new to me because i'm always excited, is about to annihilate my heart lmao

and now in response to your reblog of my fatui kuni drabble, yes. fucking yes. sorry excuse my language BUT. I GET IT. dearest when i tell you it's something i think about a lot — that drabble is actually what i wrote back when i was taking a walk near the seashore about i believe two weeks ago! but that aside, walks around snezhnaya with scara are like everything to me. like imagine him accompanying you to town or along the outskirts — very and i mean very attentively listens to you musings about everything and nothing because he doesn't have much to offer in comparison to what he wholeheartedly believes to be heaven in your eyes as you talk about very simple things ( i shall cut my rambling there because i have a whole series for fatui kuni that is primarily themed around that concept hehe ).

as for the 'nushi thesis...............

oops ~

no but this bitch had me on a chokehold for SO LONG, that i ended up writing not only lore but many, many other things as well from the small to the big deadass ended up being a presentation because i have arranged a design sheet and even chose a fucking theme for him. but king deserves it so (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

there is so much i could say right now, so much i can express but bloody hell i like, can't because i have successfully melted into a puddle out of sheer joy :')

YOUR HCS FOR KABUKI BTW ARE SO SO REAL !! SPEAK YOUR TRUTH QUEEN !!

goodness .. dear smooches, dear mutual, dear fellow tea addict /lh lover, to say that your responses have made my night would be one of the biggest understatements i've ever made in life :') like omg i am thinking of a way i could respond to every little thing you mentioned in your responses to my asks and in your reblogs, but i think the bright smile painting my puffy face rn is more than indicative of how genuinely thankful and happy i am 🤍

thank you and incredible lot. i hope mundanities with kabukimono hits in all the right ways and you get to enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing for it. i cannot wait to walk this journey with you and many others <3

— signed with much ( platonic ) love, ayame.

( don't tell kuni that i almost cried because tumblr ate the ask i previously sent you, please and thank you :') ).

the way i am actually about to cry because tumblr keeps having the ask i sent you just a minute ago as a meal............. i swear to god if this one gets sent unlike the other i am going to swallow a biscuit whole /j /nsrs

AYAME NOOOO IM SO SO SORRY TUMBLR CAN BE AN ASS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES 😭😭 But i am so glad to have received this ask from you omg, i love it sm ❤️ And you don't even need to thank me, I'm always happy to support and gush over your writing :)) I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND ABOUT BEING EXCITED TO POST there have been a bunch of times when i wanted to just post something at that instant instead of waiting (kabukimono series was an example when i literally posted back to back instead of spacing it out, i was SO READY 😭)

AND NGL YOU LITERALLY OPENED MY MIND TO SNEZHNAYAN WALKS WITH KUNI... i never thought about it before but. MWAH. i love the idea because i love walks and the cold especially if Kuni will be there to keep me warm hehe. Him being a silent listener is so so cute and real because you think he doesn't listen but then he brings up something random you said weeks ago and your heart just goes boom. (I propose to you now, you and Wanderer visiting Mondstadt/ Dragonspine and walking along the snowy path there too! Wanderer just has so much overflowing memories of the two of you doing the same thing in Snezhnaya, but you don't remember :( but at least he has a second chance with you to make new memories)

OH MY GOSH THE KURONUSHI STUFF EBWDBEWF bro. i so understand because when i saw him there i was excited beyond words. like FINALLY we were getting some Scara lore after like a year or something?? i also remember being sad that the furniture for the teapot wouldn't change to his picture :( but omg i love your dedication to him sm ITS SO SWEET I CAN'T WAIT TO READ MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON KURO BC IM SO INTERESTED.

AGAIN IM REALLY GLAD MY SILLY RAMBLES MADE YOU SMILE!! *HUGS YOU* AND I TOO CANT WAIT TO EXPERIENCE YOUR KABUKI SERIES!! ILY TOO!! ❤️❤️

#smooches talks #moots: ayame <3 #also idk why or how the format got fucked. im so sorry HELP 😭#we gotta know what happens if u throw snowball at him 😭🥺#*patiently awaits the fatui kuni series 🧎‍♀️*#and nah im literally a tea addict. 😭 u can call me out.

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aerialsquid · 4 months ago

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FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One

Author Note: I'm still a little undecided on how to use single vs. plural pronouns when it comes to blessed siblings, so I'll be using 'he' and the full name when discussing the entire unit and 'they' or the individual heads' names when I'm specifying only one of the brothers. The two brothers do seem to see themselves as more unified than two people in a single body, but not entirely as a single person, so it's likely a situation that's just more complicated than normal English pronoun structure will encompass.

Dawntrail MSQ spoilers beyond, btw.

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Bakool Ja Ja was not great at making conversation. is own men barely spoke, and half the time it was useless flattery or irritating excuses for failure.

But with the trials over Bakool Ja Ja's men had gone home, or died, or defected, or just wandered off somewhere without telling him, and now it was just the Mighty and the Mystic, who rarely needed to talk to know each others' wills.

Unfortunately, conversation seemed to be the Sharleyans' favorite pasttime. (He saw why they got on so well with the two kitty cats, who also had a chronic not-shutting-up problem.) The tiny pair with the braided pale hair were the worst for it, always some jive or comment regardless of whether anyone had asked their opinion. During the trials Bakool Ja Ja had felt at liberty to ignore most of their rambles. Now they weren't just talking at him, but to him, and seemed to actually expect some sort of informed response, and he wasn't sure what to do with that.

So now came the Trial of Small Talk, which was Bakool Ja Ja's least favorite trial so far.

"You know, I've never seen a Pelupelu who didn't wear a mask. I didn't know you looked like that underneath," the Mystic said, as he helped lift the fallen beam of a half-destroyed house out of the way. Not that Bakool Ja Ja had ever cared about what a Pelupelu's face looked like, but he felt as if he had to keep up with the babble.

The blue one - Allfinno - paused, then began to laugh.

The Mighty curled his lips to flash fangs, though he kept holding up the beam to let Allfinno pass through. "What's so funny?" he snarled.

"I'm sorry, I don't–I'm not a Pelupelu?"

"Right, they call them something different across the salt, yeah?" They called everything a different name across the salt. Probably had a different name for the moon too.

Allfinno was still laughing, a risky decision when Bakool Ja Ja was holding a half-ton of wood and stone over his head. "My apologies. I don't mean to make light, but…I'm an elezen. The same type as the gentleman in the gold jewelry who accompanied Vow Koana."

"You're putting me on," the Mighty shot back. "You're half his size!"

"Well, yes. I'm also a decade his junior. My kind don't reach our full height until we're about twenty years old." Allfinno finally stepped past the beam and Bakool Ja Ja let it fall with a pair of scowls. There was a lot to dislike about the Sharleyans, but his least favorite was how they always made you feel like they were smarter than you. Even about little, unimportant things like what counted as an elezen.

"So you're barely out of your shell then, and they drag you halfway across the world?" the Mystic scoffed.

"Our minds develop earlier than our bodies. I assure you, I've already seen my fair share of battlefields." His gaze passed across the ruined battlements of Tulliyollal, the scorched trees and toppled buildings, as his voice grew soft. "Enough to know I don't care much for them."

"But you keep coming to them."

"How else will I make sure the number of them decreases?"

Bakool Ja Ja was not here to be lectured by a tiny child. Bad enough getting lectured by large ones.

"What about the other one, the loud red one?"

"Ah, Alleysay?" Allfino chuckled. "Also an elezen. She's my twin sister, as it happens. A bit like the pair of you, though not quite as physically intertwined, but we were born at the same time."

"Your–twin?" It hadn't occurred to Bakool Ja Ja that other races could have twins. You only had one body per egg, after all. But things were different for those races who grew inside their mother's bellies. They emerged softer and weaker than Mamool Ja children, and never as a blessed pair.

"If she's your twin, where is she?" asked the Mystic.

Allfino seemed puzzled, as if the question didn't follow on from the statement. "I believe she's helping with relief efforts elsewhere in the city, I wasn't keeping track. Why do you ask?"

The Mystic fixed him with a glare. "If she really is your twin, how can you bear to be parted from her, even a moment?"

"How…oh. Oh, I see." The little pale arsehole had the gall to actually look at him with pity.

No, of course Allfino didn't see. If he did he would be by his sibling's side right now, in every moment of the day.

Bakool Ja Ja thought of the veil over the Vow of Reason's head that hid eyes closed forever in slumber. To be alone after a lifetime together, to ever wake up and not hear the sound of his brother's breathing, to feel a second will working in tandem with your own upon your body…the thought terrified the both of them in ways they could barely speak even to each other. That the Vow of Resolve could go on living, not for days but for years, as he shared a body with a corpse seemed impossible.

Perhaps twins meant something different across the salt.

#ffxivwrite 2024 #dt spoilers

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vampstel · 3 months ago

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I had a question. (And I hope this makes sense to you)

How do you feel about people using your Design with me videos? Not like outright using your assets and stuff, just the concept of the design with me if that made sense

I absolutely LOVE your design with me videos and wanted to do some myself for my own ocs but I have no idea what to really do. Your videos inspires me a lot!

What is it like doing your DWM (Design with Me) videos? I think you said a bit in my last question. But I wanted to know the full process if that’s even possible. (I love learning how other artists do their own video format if this makes any sense)

I am so sorry if this doesn’t make sense.

This is gonna be another SUPER lengthy response so everything’s gonna be under the cut ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I don’t mind people creating the same content as me at all! Whether that be them doing Design With Me videos, Art Rambles, etc. I think it’s very cool when my viewers get inspired by me and start making their own videos similar to mine.

In fact, I’ve seen a few people start their own Draw With Me series [because of me] way back then and I still think about it constantly. It’s very heartwarming to know I can inspire people so much that they start doing content creation for fun. It’s crazy and I mean it in the most positive way possible

And no matter what, I’ll always be supportive of people taking ideas from me. Like I said in a video before, people could literally rip off my own OCs (with credit) and I’ll still be like “waow that’s so cool!!”

So if you want to start your own Design With Me series, I say go for it! I heavily encourage it since not only is it a fun series to create videos for, it’s a great way to archive your design process, speedpaints, and character lore.

And with that being said, here’s a step by step guide on how I do Design With videos:

Find a theme for your episode.

This is one of the most important stages in the process since it lays out the basic structure of everything. Before I start designing or doing any work, I think to myself: what would be a good theme to do?

You might notice I always have some sort of theme for Design With Me episodes. Episode 2, for example, was about Joey, Rei, and Lawrence since they’re romantically connected and all had redesigns for Alagadda. Episode 3 was about Poppy, Aster, and Charlie because they’re siblings. Episode 4 was about werecats… And you get the gist from there.

If you find some sort of connection or similarity with your characters, you can compile them into one episode easily. I like sorting characters for videos into species, elemental powers and relationships (familial or romantic). You can do a big range for this so go crazy.

Btw: If you have extremely important figures in your universe, it would be a neat idea to do solo Design videos for them similar to what I did for my persona

Write down the basic details you want for your characters

I already said this before in my last response so I’ll try and shorten this. Physically or digitally write down the concepts, symbolism, references, and ideas you want to use for your characters. Also write some lore for them as well since it’s extremely important to have that during the early stages of designing.

This doesn’t have to be extremely detailed. Just have it detailed enough to make your process easier and make your characters more cohesive.

Get reference photos

With the last step in mind, search for the ideas you want to incorporate in your characters. From clothes, hairstyles, faces, patterns, etc. I use Pinterest the most for this stage but I also get inspiration from shows and folks from Instagram or Tumblr too.

And since I’m strict about crediting creators, I always make sure that my source for these references are linked or said in my videos. If you can’t find the original creator of a reference you used, you can scan it through a reverse image search website and find the right sources from there.

Start early design work/concept art

Having the basic structure of everything, I start sketching small chibis to get a general idea of what I want my characters to look like. Not everything in this stage is set in stone. You can change the colors later down the line or add more details as you go.

What’s important is you get the basic idea down from palette and silhouette

Start sketching and completing the final drawing

I always use 3D pose references for sketches. Try and find a pose + facial expression that shows your character’s personality. It doesn’t have to be anything flashy or dynamic. It could be simple. For example, since my recent character Clara Marie is a living wind-up ballerina doll, I drew her doing a basic ballerina pose I found online. I also made sure to make her smile since her personality is sweet.

The process for this stage heavily depends on your art process though so do what you want and what’s most comfortable for you!

Start writing the script for the video

I have a fairly strict structure for Design With Me scripts. Of course, we start off with the intro and a bit of lore about the characters you’re showing. I try my best to not make this super lengthy but I yap a ton so it kind of fails lol

After a bit of info-dumping, I segue into talking about a character, usually the first one I finished the design of from all the others. Each section for a character is 1000 words long. More or less, so long as it doesn’t go beyond 1200. I give a general introduction to the character; From their name, element, personality, etc. and then discuss their design process.

I talk about how easy or difficult they were to make. I point out all the influences or things I wanted them to have. I discuss what parts of their design might’ve changed during the process. After that, I add a little more lore dump at the end to hit the 1000 word mark. I try my best to make the lore dump connecting to their design but don’t do it all the time.

Repeat this once or twice and then write the outro.

Read and record your script

This is pretty self explanatory lol. I just use my cheap mic, plug it to my iPad, go inside an isolated area (like a car or garage) and start recording myself reading the script. You’ve basically done all the hard work once this stage is complete.

Get all your speedpaint footage

This depends on what program you use but since I use IbisPaint, I usually export the speedpaints at 5 minutes or screen record them. I make sure the footage doesn’t end abruptly during a character’s section by speeding up or slowing down the timelapse. I use Cute CUT Pro and CapCut for editing.

Edit your video

To make this tedious stage quicker, I cut it up into sections just like the script. I finish cutting down the audio first; Making sure there’s not many mistakes, audio issues, etc. I then edit the intro, then edit the character sections one by one, etc. After all that, I add background music and export the video.

Good copyright-free musicians I adore are MassoBeats, Lukrembo, and Chillpeach. Make sure the music isn’t too distracting by the way! That’s important hence why I use Lo-Fi for content. You can also use game soundtracks (Undertale’s a popular one) if you know they’re not copyrighted

Create a thumbnail

I can’t for the life of me make nice thumbnails so I can’t explain this stage. Sorry 😭

Just make sure your characters are present in the thumbnail and there’s some text on it. Doesn’t have to be long text like mine either. The simpler the thumbnail, the better it is, I say.

…Which is why I think my thumbnails are awful LOL but people click anyway so I guess I’m doing something right. Also, this is a personal preference of mine but don’t blur the characters out. I don’t watch art videos who blur their thumbnail art out at all but do whatever you want!! That’s just me, after all.

Write the description, title, add tags, and upload

This is self explanatory too. Add appropriate links to your videos (socials, credits, etc). Write a title that’s interesting but not clickbait. Then add the proper tags and boom, you’re done!! You now have a Design With Me video ready to go.

Also, the tags I personally use for my videos tend to be things like “IbisPaint”, “Speedpaint”, “Speed draw”, “Character design”, “Original character”, “Art, “Art commentary”, “Design With Me”, etc. This is an important stage if you want people to possibly click your stuff but it’s not a guaranteed success at all.

The last thing I’ll say is:

To you or anyone who wants to create content, do not start with the mindset of gaining an audience. Start with a passionate mindset of wanting to do a hobby instead.

Hope this long response was helpful! I wrote this while doing quests in Royale High LOL

#꒰ v’s answered asks ꒱#waow… what a big block of text #I’m in a yapping mood sorry #Getting video script withdrawals lol I haven’t written anything in a very long time

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mer-acle · 3 months ago

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Okay I have a bit of more time now so some ramble about alisha's mortal side of the family. Ig.

Firstly this all happened bc of a show called psych. I watched this back in january bc my mutual kept talking about it and it seemed nice. And since I was getting into pjo back then (big mistake I never should have consumed two medias together) I had a though of what would these people think about a demigod -> what if henry had a demigod child -> henry having a daughter from athena -> the first thought about alisha. And here we are. Yey. Nearly a year later.

Anyway about psych. Shawn pretends to be psychic so he can solve murders with the police department. His father his very annoyed but he is also very proud hehe. Shawn and his best friend Gus are in this secret together and I kid you not it is so hilarious. Those two share one braincell. Its questionable if they use it tho.

Shawn is the "doesnt take responsibilities" kinda person and he def has daddy issues hshsh. A menace for sure. He also has adhd (canon!!) I feel like he would be very thrown of by being an older brother out of nowhere and would be very lost. So ofc I had to give him a traumatized little sister. Also that man would not know about the greek myths so he's like athena??? Who is that? Meanwhile poor gus is like. THE GODDESS??? (he is a nerd and he def knows this stuff)

Honestly Gus and Shawn's friendship is so fucking good and I was like. Oh poor alisha she sees luke and herself in them :(((

The show starts in 2006 and goes on for quite a few years. I am not a hundred percent sure on how I'm gonna handle it but I'll probably pick a handful of eps I like and handle alisha's traumas bit by bit. (Baby is finally healing!!) But one things for sure. Alisha is going to go to there after the last olympian. I need to finish the war first. Oooh and she is 21 here.

I don't have a lot scenes in my mind and they arent set in stone yet but alisha cames looking for her birthfather, she wants to know why he left her, does she have more family, does she want to have a relationship with him etc. She meets with shawn first tho.

There is a lot of shenenigans there but in the end alisha ends up working for their fake company (she solves murders with them as an assistant) bc she and shawn but find the other very mysterious and are like "wtf is their deal??" (Alisha figures out shawn isnt a real psychic or a child of apollo three minutes in. She just needs to figure out why he is doing this) (shawn is going to take a bit longer I'm afraid) but alisha does mention she is here to find her birthfather so the idiots are like. Hey we can help you with that. So they, against alisha's protests, pretend to be a gay couple that adopted alisha and are helping her find her parentage. (They would do this btw. Gus has complaints too but at this point he is too deep in shsshsh) they do find some stuff but alisha finds her father when they visit shawn's dads house bc shawn needed help from him or sth. There is just this uncomfortable dinner.

Sigh. I have a lot of logistics to plan here. Fuck me. Ew. Ooooh also. One of shawn's coworkers, Lassie, hates shawn's ass so bad bc shawn does nothing but get on his nerves. When he realizes there is another spencer he regrets all his life choices. Poor guy.

Sorry me late

Lol I didn't think there was a crossover. It kinda explains why I felt like "Eve thinks I know them why does she think I know them?" Lmao

I have never seen psych lol

I already love Shawn and Alisha

Also the genre shift is awesome Alisha needs a war break lol

Poor Lassie lmao

#alisha tag

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whumpsoda · 1 year ago

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Does Ard. recognize he probably won't keep a thrall as long as Darius because the difference between their styles of keeping them? Sure, Malak is well fed/dressed/gets basic enrichment. There's nothing to keep his mind sharp, his muscles in shape, or even anything to keep him actually enriched. He has them be basically turned to babies.

Whereas Darius' thralls get SOME Of that...I think tempers aside his thralls would last longer before they perish. There are things to keep them kind of sharp mentally. Muscles do get worked. Just enrichment isn't a thing. But I think the need to serve is taking place. And Darius is a bossy thing with lots of demands orders...

idk I might feel different later but rn these are just my random musings. 🤔💭 And every thrall is different...really, we're fighting bedsores with blisters here. 😬 (Love all the ocs btw and the story!)

Very sorry but this does sort of irk me, Adrastus strictly goes by they/them pronouns. Thank you.

(Ramble under the cut lmao)

Yes you are completely right on this!! Adrastus has gone through several thralls, not only due to lack of care but their tendency to get bored very easily. Malak is by far their favorite out of all the thralls they’ve had!

I do plan to show this at some point (if I can get myself to write…) but Adrastus is also not the greatest at taking care of their thralls. They keep Malak fairly incapable of doing most things for himself, but will occasionally forget or get distracted from taking care of him with his needs. This includes things like forgetting to bathe or feed him, and so on.

It does sort of help once they move in with Nevan and Darius as Adrastus tends to push some of that responsibility to Nevan, (not all of it of course) and even if he hasn’t been instructed to help he will if he notices Malak needs something.

I can’t wait to show more of how this treatment affects Malak once they’re out… I want to write predominately captivity stuff first though 😭😭

And yes Darius’ thralls do tend to last longer!! He’s had less than Adrastus has and for multiple reasons, the first being what you’ve said above.

Darius has less of a fondness for the conditioning process than Adrastus does. Adrastus has a lot of fun with it, while he more-so wants to get it over with and just get an obedient servant as quickly as possible. This means he wants to preserve and hold the same thrall for as long as possible to avoid having to repeat the process.

One thing though is just that while his thralls last longer than Adrastus, he of course greatly takes looks into account. If he deems his thrall unfit and losing their attractiveness, he is quick to get rid of them :(

I’m glad you’re enjoying the story!! Very very glad :3 and I love the way you think… what you’ve said here is so right :D

#asks :)#SORRY FOR RAMBLING LMAO #i cant help it #steh lar uh nuhs #Darius ask #Adrastus ask

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theneighborhoodwatch · 2 years ago

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Sorry for mentally ill thoughts this evening but I've always wondered how this is going to end. To me, welcome home has been a story about changing. And because of a certain music artist's album and WHs popularity being around the same time, I can't let go of my interpretation of what change will look like at the end of this project. (1/?)

(2/?) I've always found what characters a fandom gets attached to QUICKLY to be a marker of what a story is going to do with these characters and what metatexually that is gonna mean for the story...

Let's start with the big one: Wally himself. THIS GUY HAS SO many interpretations! He is simultaneously the most dangerous and fascinating character out of all of them. To analyze him (and some of the neighbors I'll talk about) I used tarot cards, btw I'm @pretty-in-possible but this is my reblog alt

Wally was Judgement which is intresting because its definition includes

When The judgement is in the upright position, it represents the realization of one's calling, realistic thinking and gaining a deep understanding of life through self-examination.

(3/?) When reversed, it can represent refusal of self-examination and growth, self-doubt, regret, and blame. In my eyes, change and (what I think will happen to the puppets) transformation is only possible with that kind of thought. Which, coupled with your own analysis of wally and home spells as disaster. Whats particularly affecting MY brainworms is Barnaby. His card is the Magician: The Magician is an artisan and the ideas person. It is a very action oriented card. It represents learning and using knowledge in creative and unorthodox ways, and seizing the day by displaying resourcefulness. Barnaby is definitely an open-minded person just with his behavior shown through just visuals.

(4/?) I am also invested in his pipe which I know just has bubbles in it, but it adds to this stoner read to his character that *I* see??? There is just something about him that tells me he will have the easiest time with this Existential crisis as to him (based of the tarot reading) this knowledge is incredibly freeing, cuz it would just mean there is More in the World to Discover. In my experience reading past life regression therapy testimonies, I've heard of how some people encounter this place in the afterlife people under hypnosis describe as a soul cleansing, a place where gem-colored rays of light shine through every inch of your soul, cleansing your spirit of the trauma it had experienced during your last lifetime. And I feel like Barnaby will experience those same feelings (NOT THE SAME PROCESS). (I might ramble more about this later, in ask box or in dms if thats okkkk)

my sincerest apologies for sitting so long on this one, i wanted to make sure i had time to really, like. sit down and Process it. and then shortly after i started writing this response i got food poisoning so. lol.

because of of how in-depth this ask gets, i wouldn't feel right neglecting any part of it, so i'm just gonna write down my thoughts bullet by bullet as i go through this. under the cut for convenience:

how welcome home is going to end .... obviously, i cannot offer anything conclusive right now (if i can offer anything at all) given how early we are, but i have always had the vague impression that whatever the ending of this story is, we as the audience may never be able to see all of it. it feels like so much has been given to us already. i assume we will be given much more, regardless of how willing to give or receive anyone involved is. we owe it to our neighbors to let them decide which parts to give and which to keep, at the end of the day. i think that's the best way i can phrase it. but as always, only time will tell.

agree about Change likely being a big part of welcome home, whichever form it takes.

I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO KNOW THE NAME OF THIS ARTIST. i am Dreadfully unfamiliar with a lot of 70s musicians outside of the biggest names - my first thought was either connie converse or daniel johnston, but iirc most of converse's music was recorded in the 50s-60s and johnston only started recording music in the late 70s. i don't know if bruce haack was ever super popular back when he was actually making music.

the idea of which characters fandom gets attached to being indicative of what canon does with them...? i'm not so sure about this one, honestly. fandom can get attached to a stale piece of toast that shows up for a single scene if so desired (which, for the record, isn't a bad thing.) of course, i say that based off of my own experiences, but fan reception has never really been a Factor in speculation for me either way.

calling wally dangerous doesn't feel inaccurate, but i think it's more like. i do not think he is inherently dangerous but he absolutely has the Capacity to do dangerous things. i think it is interesting that despite this (or perhaps because of it?) he appears to be more vulnerable with us than he Ever was with the other neighbors? but a.) that may not be saying much and b.) it is Also largely rooted in speculation + the fact that home and the audience are currently the Only two entities wally has been seen interacting with directly, as opposed to his interactions/relationships with other neighbors that have so far only been briefly described by the WHRP or showcased in brief snippets of concept art.

grinning so so so wide at the judgement/inverted judgement descriptions. i wish i had more to say but i'm having a hard time coming up with something that isn't just pointing to the inverted judgement description and going "yeah that's almost Exactly what i'm getting from wally so far."

again, agree about the possibility of Change playing some kind of role here, eventually - more specifically the fear of change even when it may prove to be beneficial, whether that be on wally's part or the neighbors' or the WHRP's or the staff's or the audience's or even the very setting of home itself. i imagine some grotesque hodgepodge of all of the above. something something points to that post i reblogged about sitcoms as horror.

context for the aforementioned wally and home analysis for anyone reading: 1, 2, 3

BARNABY, HUH... for the record my personal hc regarding his pipe is that whatever's in it changes depending on what would be the funniest answer at any given moment. if tobacco is funnier, then it's tobacco. if bubbles are funnier, then it's bubbles. looney tunes logic.

on a more serious note: i'm a little worried i won't have much to say about barnaby that i haven't said already! i think it may be too early to discern the Specifics of his personality from website art/descriptions alone but i do get the distinct impression that he's meant to be a lot more down to earth than wally, which of course is an interesting contrast to the nature of wally's whole [gestures vaguely] Everything. from this, i think it is Reasonable to assume that he's also a lot better at rolling with the punches as well, although i never did consider the possibility that learning about The Bullshit would be liberating for him, in a sense - i don't know about it being a cleansing experience, unless you count the recontextualization of things that didn't previously make sense as a sort of cleansing in itself, in which case it could absolutely be that. something about the parallels to cosmic horror... the relationship between the Fear of change and the Catharsis of change...

oh, but wouldn't this also put him at odds with wally, who seems to be on the Exact Opposite End Of The Spectrum, even when they understand each other like no other? Much To Think About... very exciting potential for Conflict there.

i'm cool with whichever method works best for you if you wanna talk more in the future! my dms are open too lol.

#ask #its ya gay boi luigi #welcome home #wh speculation

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levil0vesyou · 1 year ago

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i'm so sorry for that monday production story, i hope it doesn't affect you as much now. adults really do say some wild shit and don't even realize how damaging it can be. my dad would point out all the broken and abandoned houses and dirty cars on the street and say they were mine, and i always replied they were his, and we'd start bickering, and then laughed it off, and i only thought about it recently and have no idea why he would say such a thing? i think it subconsciously got ingrained that i'm not good with housekeeping and generally don't deserve nice things (sorry for trauma dumping). just, adults are so weird with their kids and don't realize the damage

(ask is in reference to my tags on this post)

(there's more trauma in this reply btw, fair warning. under a cut bc long)

Thank you, it actually means a lot!! I wasn't even sure if anyone was gonna read it lmao, tag rambling sometimes feels like just straight up screaming into the void lmao

Hate to disappoint, but its effect on me has been increasing for years 😎👍 It's so weird how you can have shit like that lie dormant for ages until you one day go "hang on" and then it starts eating away at you

It also goes really well with her "Niemand wünscht sich ein behindertes Kind" (lit. "Nobody wishes for a disabled child" but can more accurately be translated as "Nobody wants a disabled child") which she only said once and not even about me but basically one shotted me and has been squatting in my brain evilly ever since. Top ten fucked up sentences to completely devastate your disabled child, number 4 will surprise you 😎👍

(I actually did bring that one to her attention years later but she dismissed any effects it had on me on grounds she didn't mean it that way 😎👍)

Yea, that's some bullshit tbh. Like, that's not the kinda shit a father should be saying to their kid, like bro this is an impressionable young mind in your care who trusts you blindly, not your fucking sibling or highschool bestie you can shoot the shit with. Parents give like zero shits what they say to their children, it's wild. And very concerning sometimes

And it would probably be possible to heal that shit more easily if they actually recognised that, maybe even apologised, but at least in my mum's case, she categorically refuses to acknowledge any instances of one of her children being negatively impacted by something she's said or done if we're the ones bringing it to her attention.

Like, I think she recognises some of the stuff she's said and done as not great but any attempt to amend that list will result in her "oh so I'm a horrible person and at fault for all your problems and you refuse to take responsibility hmmm?" spiel 😔

For the record tho I wanna say I don't think she's a horrible mum and especially when it came to material well being/physical health/etc she really did try her best and I could've had it much worse. She was an underpaid nurse raising three children (two of them disabled) mostly on her own while also caring for different sick elderly relatives over the years.

It's a miracle she made it work and while I do think some stuff was unnecessary, some of especially the later stuff that was more affective (not like hitting or anything, the only parental figure who ever hit me was my grandma who did it exactly one time tho even that took many years to process which is how I know "it's okay to hit your kids" ppl are full of shit) which I can far more easily understand & forgive. That said, if your own child says "[thing you did or said] had a negative impact on me" maybe believe them lmao

...yea this is a bit too long huh

#mine #personal #negative #asks #kookaburrito

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azaleavi · 4 years ago

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Pretty boy

Summary: You don't like James Barnes. Of course not when he has a different girl with him every time. And no, you are not jealous... right?

Word count: 3.8k i went OUT with this one

Warnings: language, a man being a creep, then getting beaten up, kissing, very slight alcohol consumption

Author's note: This gave me the idea. It turned out to be pretty long. Sorry. I hope you like it! This is 40s!Bucky btw.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

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Part 2

James Barnes was a menace. An annoying little shit, who thought he could do anything and have anyone just because he was handsome. Not like you found him attractive or anything, but all the girls of New York seemed to drop their panties at the sight of him. One pet name and they were ready to kiss the ground he walked on. You couldn’t understand. How did these girls not see what kind of person he was? Multiple times you saw girls leave his apartment in the morning looking all sad. At first you felt bad for them, but after a while as they kept coming back you just couldn’t bring yourself to pity them.

Being a close friend of Steve meant you got to see a lot of James too. They were kind of a package deal, to which - by the way - you did not sign up for. Steve was the sweetest person you’ve ever met, maybe too righteous sometimes and he definitely did not know how to walk away from a fight, but he was a good man inside and out. James on the other hand was not like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but he was just too much of a player for you. He knew he was handsome and he used it to get girls all the time. Or dames as he called them. You hated that word by every fiber of your being. It reduced a woman to a simple object in your opinion and it basically said that she was only a pretty thing and nothing else. You did not want to be a pretty thing, you wanted more out of your life. Marrying some stuck up man and bearing his children was not something you dreamed of, no matter how many times people told you that it was what you had to do. No. You wanted a life that didn’t revolve around men. A life that you could choose for yourself. But it wasn’t that easy. Everyone expected you to do what they did. It didn’t even occur to them that you wanted something else.

Your mom had been telling you that you should marry James as he was such a nice young man. You just rolled your eyes every time she brought it up. She didn’t understand. How could she when she was so in love with your father after they met a few times that they got married just after a couple of months of knowing each other. Their love was something so extraordinary that you knew it wouldn’t happen to you. Especially not with James. He wasn't thinking about marriage and even if he did he wouldn't want you as a wife. Not like you wanted to marry him or anyone else for that matter, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting a little that he went after every girl he saw, but never thought of you the same way. He never even tried and it beat down your confidence a little. When you first met James you found him intriguing, your young self even had a crush on him for a while. But it didn't take long for you to get to know the real him and the disappointment made you force that crush down. You only laughed at yourself now, finding it hilarious that you once wanted to kiss him and love him. Of course, you didn't feel that way about him anymore. That would be stupid of you. Of course..

Having a night out with Steve was a wonderful idea. That is until James showed up, making you narrow your eyes at your friend. You clearly remembered him telling you that James had other plans and it would be just the two of you, but of course he had to mess up your plans.

You went to a bigger pub in the city, having been there before and liking it. James dragged Steve away as soon as you entered, talking about some girl he wanted to introduce him to, so you just went to the bar to ask for some alcohol. God knows you needed it if James was around.

All of the sudden two hands grabbed your waist and turned you around. Before you could realize what was happening a pair of lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion you almost moaned into it. Noses bumping against each other your hand gripped his hair. Your mind cleared as you realized that a stranger was kissing you without your permission and you pushed him away by his chest, hand already raised to slap him. Your whole body froze as you came face to face with a familiar man. James.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you hissed, your palm almost connecting with his cheek, but being stopped by his hand on your wrist. He pulled you close again by his hold on your arm.

"There is a girl I need to get rid of. Just play along" he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned in for another kiss. You almost got lost in him again, but you were more aware and not caught by surprise this time so you managed to pull your head away from him.

"I will do no such thing" you narrowed your eyes at him. "Let go of me" you were getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?

"What if I don't want to?" Okay that's it. You ripped yourself from his arms.

“Listen here, pretty boy” you pointed your finger at him in your anger, not registering the smug expression that worked its way onto his face. “You can’t just do whatever you want because you are a-“

“You think I’m pretty?” he interrupted your angry rambling and grabbed your finger to pull you closer by it. In your surprise you stumbled forward, your hands finding place on his chest, your nose a few inches from his.

“James” you called out his name in warning. If he didn’t let go of you right now you wouldn’t be responsible for what you did to him.

“Come on, doll. I told you to call me Bucky multiple times” he smirked down at you.

“And I told you that we are not friends therefore I don’t have to call you your stupid nickname” you yanked your hand out of his grip, stepping back. “And stop calling me doll. I’m not one of your girls”

“Ouch doll, that hurts my feelings” he rubbed his chest where his heart was.

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew what those were” you frowned at him, not amused by his teasing. He opened his mouth in mocking shock.

"Don't be so mean to me. A lady like you should always be polite." he teased, knowing well that you hated being called a lady and being told what you should and should not do.

"Good thing I'm not a lady then" you grimaced at him, cocking your head to the side.

"Well, with the way you've been talking to me, I guess you aren't" he stepped back into your personal space. "And if you are not a lady then you should have no problem playing along with me."

"I'm might not be a lady, but I'm definitely not one of your dames either" you pushed him by his shoulders to finally have enough space between you.

"Are you jealous, doll?" a smug smile played on his lips.

"Oh very." your sarcasm was clear as day. "It would be an honor to lie in your bed then leave in the morning, only to never hear from you again." you turned back to the bar, your drink already in front of you. Lifting the glass you nodded at the bartender who gave you a small smile. You drowned it in one shot, the alcohol giving your throat a familiar burn as it went down. "Is there anything else you need?" you turned back to him. He didn't say anything as he kept staring at you. "No? Then you can leave me alone" you shooed him away by your hands, already done with his shenanigans.

"Don't drink too much because of me" he called after you as he walked backwards, that stupid smile not leaving his lips. Rolling your eyes you turned back to the bar, leaning on it with your elbows, a sigh leaving your lips.

How could he just kiss you like that? You thought he at least had some respect for you, bit it seemed like he didn't. He was James Barnes for god's sake. Of course he didn't. You didn't know what you were thinking. He wasn't different from any man. A part of you believed that he might have been but he just proved it that he wasn't. Your mother would loose her mind if she knew what her 'nice young man' did to you just now.

You shook your head to get the thoughts out of it and signaled for the bartender to give you another shot. You drowned that one too as someone sat down next to you. You were ready to tell him to fuck off, thinking it was James again, but as you turned your head it was a man your age. You lifted your eyebrows, not being in the mood to deal with another self-centered man.

"What is a pretty dame like you doing here alone?" he tried to flirt, but he already lost you at the word he called you.

"I'm not here alone. And it's none of your business" you showed him a mocking smile and stood up ready to leave, your night already ruined. A hand locking around your wrist made you stop.

"Come on. I just want to make you have a good time" he smirked, but it left his lips as soon as you ripped your arm out of his hold.

"I don't care about your good time" you rubbed your wrist, his grip leaving the skin red.

"Okay. I tried being nice, but you clearly don't care for it. Maybe you like men when they are being a little more forceful? You like 'em rough?" he pulled you to his body by your waist, your hands flying to his chest trying to push him away. Why is this happening to you now?

"Let go of me" you squirmed in his hold, disgusted by him. Unfortunately he was stronger than you and didn't loosen his arms around you no matter how hard you hit his chest.

"You like this don't ya?" his breath hit your cheek as you tried to get as far away as you could.

"No, I don't. Stop" you were getting desperate, looking around for anyone to help you. There were a lot of people around, but none of them seemed to care. Tears gathered in your eyes.

Suddenly the man was pulled backwards by his collar, a fist meeting his cheek a second later, making you gasp. He fell down on the ground, but your savior didn't let him get away that easily as he hit him a few more times. You quickly stepped closer and that's when you saw his face. It was James. Your shock quickly dissipated as he lifted his arm again to hit the other man. You hands grabbed his forearm and you tried to pull him away, making him look at you.

"Stop it, James. He is already on the ground" you pleaded. A relieved sigh left your lips as he stepped away, his arm going around your waist to lead you away from the crowd that formed around you.

"Are you okay?" he stopped you in front of the building, the cold night air picking at your skin.

"Yes, I'm fine." you rubbed your arms, stopping your movements as he grabbed your arm that had the red bruise on it.

"Did he do that to you?" he almost growled, head turning to look inside the place.

"Yes, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" you put your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. Why did he care anyway?

The door opened and Steve walked out, a worried look on his face. you immediately pulled your hand away from James, stepping back.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" his eyes traveled over your whole body, trying to see if you were hurt.

"I'm fine, Steve." you forced a smile in his direction. In truth you weren't completely fine, but the boys didn't need to know that.

"I'll walk her home" James spoke up from next to you, making you look at him in surprise.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking home myself, thank you" you replied to him.

"I know that, but both of us would be more relaxed if someone was with you. And Steve was talking to a pretty woman before I left" he sent a knowing smile to the man. You looked at him, only to see him looking down at his feet, a blush on his cheek confirming James' words.

"Steve! What are you doing out here then?" you almost shouted at him. "Go back inside right now. I'll be fine." you waved him off.

"I'll go check on you tomorrow, okay?" he was already inching backwards toward the door.

"Yes, okay, just go" you laughed, happy for him. He walked back inside, leaving the two of you alone. "So you don't have to walk me home, just stay outside for a little while so Steve doesn't get suspicious." you forced another smile on your face.

"I will not let you walk around alone this late at night." he grabbed your arm that wasn't bruised and started pulling you towards your home.

"I've done it multiple times before" you argued, but walked alongside with him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

For the duration of the walk neither of you spoke a word, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. The silence between you was nice, letting you look around as he still held your arm, neither of you wanting to let go. He made you feel safe as you walked along the dim streets, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Thanks for walking me home" you reached your house, stopping in front of the door as you turned to him.

"Isn't there something else you should thank me for too?" he smirked, stepping closer.

"Well I was about to say it, but now I'm not going to" you put your hands behind you, leaning on the door.

"It's not only with words that you can thank me" he leaned closer, his face a few inches from yours for the second time that night. There it is.

"You know, I was thinking that you are not so bad while we were walking home, but you just reminded me why I don't like you" you smiled at him.

"And why is that?" he tilted his head to the side.

"You just can't keep it in your pants." you shook your head.

"Actually I wanted to apologize about earlier." he got serious, stepping backwards to put some distance between you.

"Earlier?" you asked back, confused as to what he was referring to.

"The kiss" he mumbled, looking down, almost as if he was nervous. But James Barnes does not get nervous.

"Oh." it was all you could say, surprise taking over your brain.

"So I'm sorry" he kept looking down.

"Uhm... it's okay, I guess?" you didn't know what to say to that, thoughts running through your mind a thousand miles an hour.

"I'm just gonna go now." he pointed behind him awkwardly. As he turned away you couldn't help yourself and you called after him, the alcohol in your system giving you courage.

"You are really not that bad, James." he turned back, surprise written all over his face, but he quickly covered it up by a smirk.

"Is that a compliment I hear?" you rolled your eyes at him. There was the James you knew.

"And it might be the last if you keep this up" you let out a smile. "But seriously, we could be friends if you didn't do what you do." you shrugged nonchalantly.

"What am I doing?" he asked, confused.

"You know, every time I see you, you have a different girl on your arm" you couldn't look into his eyes, a little embarrassed.

"You avoid me because of that?" his eyes widened.

"Yes. What did you think the reason was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't know. I just thought you do it because you don't like me, not because you are jealous" he let out a laugh.

"I am not jealous, James. Get that out of your head." you looked away as a blush crept up your cheeks.

"Oh god you are blushing" he continued to laugh, the redness of your cheek only deepening. "I can't believe you like me" he mused.

"Okay, that is enough out of you. I'm going inside" you turned and reached for the handle as he grabbed you to turn you back around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his left arm on the door next to your face, his right circled around your waist. You let out a gasp at how close his face was.

"You didn't deny it" he whispered, his warm breath hitting your lips. Your mouth opened, realizing your mistake.

"I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but nothing came to mind. His right hand touched your face, palm flat against your cheek. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a second. Your eyes snapped open when you realized what you were doing and pushed his hand away. "I'm not one of your dames, James" you looked into his eyes. You couldn't let him treat you like any other girl. You refused to be another one night stand for him. A stable relationship you could work with, but being someone he called when he was bored was not something you wanted or could handle.

"No, you are not." he agreed.

"Then don't treat me like them" you pushed yourself more into the door. You were afraid. Not of him, he would never hurt you. Not physically at least. But you were afraid of what would happen. Will he leave you saying that he won't give up that lifestyle for you? Or will he stay with you?

"Never" he shook his head.

"I don't want to be one of many" you continued, trying to get him to understand.

"You know why I was always with a different girl?" he pulled away slightly.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to forget about you. I thought you didn't like me because you were always so distant. So I just wanted to find someone else, but none of them compared to you." he brushed his thumb along your lower lip. Your eyes met his as he lifted your head by your chin. "None of them were you" his nose bumped against yours. "I like you. I did from the first time we met" he finally confessed, your heart skipping a beat at his words.

"James" his name left your lips in a sigh. "Kiss me" he didn't need more as his lips latched onto yours, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. His tongue swiped across your lip asking for entrance and as you opened your mouth, his body pushed you against the door, trapping you. It was a trap you never wanted to escape. His hands held your head, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as you arms were around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your heart beat rapidly as his hands traveled down your body, stopping at your waist.

A few moments later he had to pull away as both of you needed air, but de didn't go far, only enough for you to catch your breath. His forehead leaning against yours, noses touching, the two of you giggled into each others mouths.

"Wow" he mumbled as he left short pecks on your lips, unable to keep himself away from you. It was your first real kiss and he was already addicted.

"Stop it" you giggled and let him press one long peck on you before pushing him away. "I don't want you to get bored of that" you teased.

"I could never" he pressed another kiss on your mouth, making you laugh.

"Okay, I understand" you could barely talk as he still had his mouth on yours. He pulled you closer and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You are amazing" he murmured into the fabric of your clothes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, James" you were glad he couldn't see your face as it was coated in a red blush.

"I'm just saying the truth" he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"I probably should get inside, before we wake up my parents." you sucked in your lips try to hide your smile.

"Maybe" he agreed, but made no move to let you go.

"You have to let me go for that to happen" you pulled away as much as you could.

"Then you shouldn't go" he teased, still holding you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, or today I should say" you reassured him and he let go at that. You straightened your clothes as he watched you. Looking up at him the softness in his eyes almost made you say 'fuck it' and spend the rest of the night with him, but you held yourself back. He turned and walked down the stairs, but suddenly ran buck up to you to press one more long kiss on your soft lips. You couldn't help, but let a smile break out on your lips as he pulled away to look into your eyes once more.

He was already out on the street when you remembered something.

"Hey, pretty boy!" you called after him once more, making him turn around with a big smile on his face from the nickname. "Good night" you bit your lip, trying to hide your own smile, but failing miserably.

"Good night to you too, doll" he playfully bowed down a little, making you let out a laugh.

If someone saw you that night, under the moonlight, they would have seen two people completely in love with one another, laughing, being happy that they finally found their missing piece that was in front of them the whole time. Eyes shining like the stars above them as they watched each other, only the moon being witness of their intimate moment.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 5 years ago

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A dad, but make it official.

summary: All Harry has to do is sign the papers.

word count: 3.8k

a/n: sooo, a lot of you have been asking me about harry adopting artemis and them moving in with harry, and i’m sorry for not answering!! but here it is, sorry to keep you waiting! btw, i’ll start putting the dates in each blurb so none of you get confused with the timeline!!

you can find more of my shy little boy here

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August, 2019.

To many people in the outside, it seemed like Harry and Y/N haven’t been together for much, but to anyone who actually knows the couple and gets to see how they are with each other, it seemed like they’ve been dating for years.

Harry knew Y/N was the love of his life, and he also knew there were two things that he wanted more than anything in this world: put a ring on her finger and give his last name to her son.

There wasn’t a protocol on what to do first when it comes to take big decisions with your partner, and they weren’t a normal couple either. But what Harry was sure of, was his endless, unconditional love for the both of them.

The actual conversation of Harry becoming Artemis father legally didn’t come up for a long time between the couple. Harry’s heart ached to know what Y/N thought about them being an official family, but by any means he wanted to make her uncomfortable.

So he kept the thoughts to himself for some time, focusing on being happy with what they had right now and knowing they were in for the long run and it would be just matter of time until his wishes would finally come true.

It was a rainy day in London, a storm was supposed to happen at any time now. Y/N’s car was at the shop and Harry promised her to pick her up at UCL so they could go for Artemis afterwards.

They were hoping to get there before the rain started but still had umbrellas and a raincoat for Artemis, just in case. The sky was gray and the wind was extremely strong, so Harry drove carefully.

“Will the two of us get down?” Harry asked once he parked the car, looking through the window how different parents would get out of their own vehicles and ran to the doors of the school.

“Yeah, but let’s hurry”

The couple went out of the car and held hands while hurrying inside. Artemis’ classroom was just down the hall, and by the time they reached it, it was almost empty.

Artemis was sitting on one of the chairs coloring a book, but as soon as he looked up and saw Harry and his mum enter the room, he put the book away and ran towards them.

“You’re here!” He exclaimed, happily hugging Y/N’s legs and then Harry’s.

“Was everything okay today?” Y/N asked while Harry took Artemis to grab his things.

“He was a total sweetheart, as always” The teacher smiled. “If the storm gets worse, class might be cancelled. We’ll be sending an email”

They thanked the teacher and walked out of the classroom. Harry scooped the little boy in his arms and Y/N carried his backpack. It was already starting to rain so they hurried inside of the car.

“Where are we going now?”

“Harry’s house, honey. Is that okay?” Artemis nodded excitedly, kicking his legs back and forth.

“Harry, can you put your song?” Harry chuckled, knowing exactly which song Artemis was requesting.

“I can’t believe he likes this song” The curly haired man sitting on the driver’s seat laughed as the first notes of the song from his old band started playing in the car.

“They say that we’re not good together, and it’s never gonna work out!” Artemis screamed the lyrics of the song he had listened to so many times Y/N has already lost the count.

“I mean, who even showed this to him?” Harry was dying from embarrassment but was also enjoying himself.

“Perhaps I might be responsible for that” Y/N said, smiling innocently.

They had no choice but to join him and sing along too. These were the kind of moment where Harry felt at his happiest, two of his favorite people with him, doing something so mundane like riding a car but at the same time it felt so special and dear to him.

Harry’s house was a little further away from Artemis’ school, so the ride was longer. But they had fun during it.

“So, what do you want for lunch?”

“Nuggets!” Artemis threw his little arms over his head, actually thinking Y/N would allow chicken nuggets.

“What?! We need real food in our tummies!” Harry exclaimed while laughing.

They ended up eating pasta and Harry might have or might have not slipped some chicken nuggets under the table while Artemis was helping Harry cook.

After eating all three together, Artemis asked for permission to play with the toys he kept in Harry’s house, so Y/N and Harry were left alone in the living room.

“Hope you’re in the mood for red wine” Harry sat down beside his girlfriend, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “Think he’ll be there for long?”

“He does like the toys you bought him, so he might be there for a while”

Harry leaned towards her, capturing her lips in a kiss. He put his opened palm on the side of her head, deepening the kiss. Y/N pulled away to breath, but she planted little pecks all the way through Harry’s jawline until she reached his lips again.

“I love you so much, baby” Harry whispered, inches away from her face.

“Mhm, I love you more” She cooed, smiling at him. Y/N gave him one more peck before pulling away and sighing.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, putting one piece of hair behind her ear. “What’s on your mind, uh?”

“It’s… I don’t know, we don’t have to talk about that”

“Talk about what, darling?”

They adjusted on their seats so they could be facing each other.

“Just… don’t freak out” she told him. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and… well, you make me, us, very happy. And I really do want this to be… you know, a permanent thing” she started rambling, Harry’s face started to form a goofy smile. “How would you feel about adopting?” She asked abruptly.

“Well, it depends. Adopting a new baby or… my little fella over there?” He pointed down the hall. “Because I’m pretty fine with either, love”

“How are you so calm about this?” She frowned.

“Because I want this too, Y/N. You two make me very happy and I do see us as a permanent thing. I’m glad we’re both on that page, you know?” He took her hand. “I’m also glad we’re talking about this. There’s nothing more I want than give Artemis the Styles last name, legally. But adoption can take a little while so I’m happy we’re discussing this now”

Y/N smiled big at him, looking directly at his gorgeous green eyes. “So, you only want to give my son your last name?”

“I mean, I guess we can sort something out for you” Harry rolled his eyes playfully. Y/N opened her mouth, pretending to be offended, making him let out a big belly laugh.

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For the next few weeks Y/N and Harry met with an adoption attorney to start looking for the process. They were told it shouldn’t take longer than six months, and that the fact that Artemis’ other parent was absent and did not have any paternal rights, it would be easier to get through the process.

“There’s something else” the attorney said. “You must live with the child for at least six months before we can make any moves, it’s the law”

Harry nodded, sinking in the information the man in front of them was giving. “If there’s more questions, feel free to give me a call”

They shook hands and Harry walked him out of the house. “Well, that went good, innit?”

“Yeah... I mean, at least we know how the process works now” Y/N sighed, whipping the sweat from the palms of her hands. She kind of had an idea of that the process was, and somehow she wasn’t scared of the adoption part but the whole living together wasn’t something they’ve really discussed.

“At least now we have the perspective for the future” Harry gave her a big smile. His mind started to imagine their future together, as a family, and he couldn’t be more excited for it.

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October, 2019.

Harry’s been really nervous lately. The trial against the man who’s been stalking him had him on his nerves. He’s been asking Y/N to stay in his house because he was scared the man would go there while Harry wasn’t with them.

It was safe to say he was scared. And so was Y/N. She knows exactly who’s he talking about as she herself has had an encounter with the homeless guy. Recently.

Three days ago she was out in a morning run before going to work, she had a late class to give and Artemis was already at school so she wanted to take advantage of the free time.

When she was running back to her house to get a shower and drive to work, she noticed someone standing in front of the house. Y/N slowed down, trying to get a better look of the person who was there.

He was just looking at the house, staring. She gasped when the man turned, giving her a clear look to his face. It was the same man who’s been tormenting Harry for quite some time.

She knew Harry was taking that man to court, but she didn’t understand why he was in her house and how did he get her address.

Was he following her?

Too scared to come any closer, Y/N got her phone out of her pocket and called Harry.

“Are you sure it’s him?” he asked in the other end of the line. It sounded like he was looking for something around his house.

“Yeah, he turned and I saw his face” She mumbled, her gaze still focused on that man.

“I’ll be there in five”

He hung up and Y/N waited for him to get there. It didn’t take Harry long to get there, as he was driving real fast. He was mad, furious even. But he was also terrified.

One thing was tormenting him, but his family? The people he loves and cares about?

When he saw Y/N standing a few houses away from her own, Harry almost jumped out of his car. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He scanned her body up and down, trying to make sure she was in one piece. “Where is Artemis?”

“He’s at school, I went for a run. Can… can we go?” Y/N was practically shaking and Harry almost had to carry her inside of his car. They drove off and Y/N was finally able to breathe. “What did he want?”

“I don’t know, love. Was he there when you left for your run?”

“No, I didn’t see him”

“I’m gonna handle this, okay?” He put a hand on her knee. “He’s not gonna hurt you or Artemis” He promised. There was something about his voice and his hand on her knee that soothed her.

She only felt safe again when they were back inside Harry’s house, all the doors locked. Y/N had to call the school and say she was sick, and to be honest she kind of felt like she was.

“I can’t believe it, Harry. Did he follow me? Or you?”

“Probably me” He sighed. “God, I just want it to be over. I don’t understand why he would do that two weeks before the trial”

“Well, it was fucking terrifying. What a bloody creep” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’ll take care of it, okay?” He leaned to kiss her forehead. “Everything’s gonna be fine”

She nodded and watched how he disappeared from the living room, probably to call his lawyer. Y/N started thinking about the next steps she should take. Perhaps it was time to look for another house, one with more security or in a gated community. But, could she afford that? Yeah, her salary was nice and she was able to provide for her and Artemis just fine, but she wondered how buying a house would affect her economy right now.

Harry returned to the living room with a glass of water for his girlfriend, sitting next to her on the couch. To Harry, she seemed a lot more relaxed than when he left. It was hard for him too, his mind was going places and thinking things he’d rather not to.

“I know it might be a dumb question, but how are you?”

“I’m a little bit freaked out, but I’m fine” She gave him a half smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve this”

“Hey, don’t be sorry. It is not your fault someone thought they had the right to harass you, or that it was okay to stalk you” She took his hands in hers, looking directly at her eyes.

“Move in with me, both of you” He said, tightening the grip in her hands.

“Harry…” she whispered.

“Just, hear me out. I’ve been thinking about it since we had that meeting with the attorney, and… I’m ready whenever you are, okay?” he paused. “But I have to admit it would give me a lot of peace if you two were here full time. I hate to think something could happen to any of you while I’m not there” Harry sighed. “Please, just think about it. Promise me you’ll at least consider it”

Harry was looking at her with big puppy eyes. It was already impossible to say no to him on a daily basis but when he pulled out that look… He could get whatever he desired and he knew it.

“I’d think about it. It’d be a big change and I’d be more comfortable if I talked with Artemis first. His opinion is important too”

“Absolutely. Thank you, baby” Harry pulled her in a hug, kissing the top of her head.

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Turns out, Artemis was more than okay with the idea of living full time with Harry. When Y/N talked to him, he started jumping around his room, saying how he couldn’t wait to see Harry again.

She must admit it took a huge weight out of her shoulders knowing Artemis agreed. The man never came back to their house, but Harry insisted on them moving as soon as possible.

“Jesus, mate. How many toys do you have?” Harry asked, playfully groaning while carrying one of the boxes that were filled with Artemis’ toys.

“Harry, will there be enough space for my toys at your house?” Artemis was watching Harry carry the boxes, he was sitting on top of other box.

“Of course, monkey. I know you already have a room there, but if you want to choose another one, we can decorate it as you please”

“Can it have a cool wallpaper?”

“What would you like?” Harry chuckled.

“Clouds!” Artemis has been obsessed with Toy Story lately, and he wanted his room to be exactly like Andy’s.

“If clouds is what you want, clouds is what you’ll get”

Y/N decided to not take any furniture with them, as Harry’s was plenty enough. She had decided to rent the house to one of her friends that was looking to move.

Harry of course didn’t let Y/N carry anything relatively heavy, so he did all the lifting. The moving truck that they rented along with the people they hired were out of the house, putting everything inside of the car.

“These are the last boxes. We left Artemis’ room for last”

“God, I never noticed how much stuff he had until I started packing it” Y/N laughed.

It only took them another hour to get everything out of Y/N house. She felt nostalgic after the last box was out of the house. She knew she made the right choice, and couldn’t be more excited for this new chapter, but this house held so many memories.

Y/N’s moms bought this house for her and for Artemis. He was only one when they walked through the door for the first time, back when it was only the two of them and no one else.

But now it wasn’t just Artemis and Y/N anymore. And that was more than okay.

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January 30th, 2020.

It was Harry’s birthday week. He was supposed to play this concert in Miami and Y/N had the biggest surprise planned for him.

Y/N made sure they were there to see him play, and to bring onstage his birthday cake. There was something else she wanted to give him, but that surprise was something she’d keep to herself until they were alone.

“The weather doesn’t seem to get better” Harry said, looking through the window of the hotel room they were staying at.

“Do you think the weather will get better before the concert?” Y/N was knelt down in front of Artemis, tying up his sneakers.

“I hope so” He sighed.

“You still joining Lizzo for her number tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fun. Will you two watch me?” Harry walked towards the bed and sat next to Artemis.

“Who’s Lizzo, daddy?”

“A very nice person. Would you like to meet her, bud?”

Artemis nodded shyly. They headed downstairs to eat lunch at the hotel’s restaurant. Harry was in the middle of helping Artemis clean his face with a napkin when some girls approached them.

Y/N sent a kind smile their way as they asked for a picture. Harry being Harry, agreed.

“Is that Artemis?” One of them asked. “Hi, Y/N” They both smiled.

“Hi, girls” She smiled back.

“This is Artemis. Say hi, baby”

The little boy mumbled a little ‘hi’, looking down his plate. Harry got up from his chair and Y/N took the pictures for the girls. They were actually very nice and Harry was very pleased with the way they treated his loves.

Ever since he started dating Y/N, Harry took special attention to the way fans treated her and Artemis. Most of them were polite as they’d never really do anything to upset Harry, but there were still the ones that would get a little pushy. Especially with Artemis.

Usually he tried to understand. Artemis was an extremely adorable child, and people liked to compliment cute children, right? But his baby didn’t like to be touched by strangers. Harry was pretty sure Artemis would riot if someone tried to pinch his cheek.

“They were nice, weren’t there?” Y/N asked once the two girls walked away and they went back to their lunches.

“Yeah, they were very kind”

Rest of the lunch went smoothly and then Harry had sound check at the venue. Artemis wanted to go to the pool so Y/N and he stayed behind. Some other fans approached them when they went by the pool and talked for a little.

After a little while they had to back to their room to get ready to go to Lizzo’s concert at 9pm. It was a little past Artemis’ bedtime, but this was a special occasion.

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January 31th, 2020.

The weather wasn’t getting any better, and Harry was nervous the concert would get cancelled. He really wanted to start his birthday celebration on stage, singing in a room full of lovely people.

But it really did seem like the universe didn’t want that.

Later that afternoon they got a call from the fire department saying that under any circumstances they show would be played tonight as it wasn’t safe with the storm coming in the way.

Harry felt really bad about it. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone but even if he’d want to (and he really wanted to), there was no way he could play the concert.

“I know it’s not what you wanted, but it was not safe, honey” Y/N sat behind Harry, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Artemis was with Mitch and Sarah at their dressing room. They were waiting for their car to pick them up from the venue. “You’ll still have a great birthday, H. I promise”

“I just don’t want to make them upset” He mumbled.

“They’re not. You can’t control the weather, Harry. This is not your fault” She moved to look at him. He looked very sad, he was really looking forward to this show.

The car arrived shortly after and they were back at the hotel safely. Harry still looked upset so he didn’t talk much in the ride back. Artemis was already sleepy, so as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

After brushing their teeth and doing their nightly routine, they were ready for bed. Harry was sighing and pouting like a baby, and Y/N felt really bad for him.

“Okay, I was going to wait until tomorrow for your actual birthday but you clearly need a cheer up” Y/N got out of bed and walked to her suitcase.

Harry looked at her confusedly but got out of bed as well. “What are you talking about?”

“So, I know we haven’t talked about this in a while, but I received a call from the attorney the other day”

“And…?”

“He told me he had the papers ready if we still wanted them” She had the papers hid behind her back so she slowly put them in front of him. “He said all you had to do was sign and you’ll be officially a dad” She flashed him a little smile. “It’s okay if you’re not… ready yet or have changed your mind. You can sign them whenever you want… or not. Your choice”

Harry looked up at him, his emerald eyes were full of tears ready to come out. He was truly speechless. It had slipped through his mind, being honest. It truly did catch him by surprise but he couldn’t stop the butterflies on his tummy.

It hit him. All he had to do was sign. And his boy, would be his. Officially, Legally his.

He nodded furiously, breathing a smile. “Do you have a pen?”

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 4 years ago

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

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pettyvxbes · 4 years ago

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Colson Baker x Reader - Ocean Eyes III

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SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL COFFEE DEALER

Colson had insisted on going to a coffee shop across town, even though there were plenty of great coffee shops near Shaker Square that you two had frequented on your previous Saturday adventures. He initially suggested that you ride with him, but you declined the offer and opted to drive yourself, much to your dismay. You considered making a wrong turn to head back to your sister's house several times as you followed closely behind him but decided against the outlandish idea.

Pulling into the parking lot, you immediately noticed the sizeable pink skull painted on the side of the brick building. It read "Drink. Eat. Work. Meet" arched across the top with "The" on the forehead, a 2 and 7 in separate eye sockets, "club" on the chin, and the most clever part was the nose which was a cup of steaming coffee. The aesthetic was everything, and you quickly understood why Colson had wanted to bring you to this specific coffee shop. It was edgy and artistic, kind of like you, and he knew you would love it.

"This place is fucking awesome." You gushed, taking in the surrounding interior. The walls were painted pink and accented with black. There were skulls in various places throughout the room, and directly in front of you behind a large circular counter were the associates, wearing "Coffee Dealer" tees, waiting patiently to take your order. Capturing every aspect of the shop, you noticed the music playing. It was a synth-pop-R&B beat accompanied by the voice of Chris Brown and Usher.

"You gon' be my baby Love me, love me crazy Tell me you with it Baby, come and get it Maybe try a new thing And let's spark a new flame."

It was one of those songs that stuck in your memory and could take you back to a specific time and place. You looked over at Colson to find him looking back at you, and you were instantly transported to that cold January night eleven years ago, the night you had first met Colson.

The air was crisp, and the night sky was aglow with the bright city lights of Atlanta. You were visiting your best friend for what was left of your winter break at NYU. She couldn't wait to take you out on the town. So naturally, you both ended up at the Gold Room less than five hours after you had touched down in the Empire State of the South.

The Gold Room was fancy. Golden poles were lining a transparent window rail in the main seating area. Each roped-off section donned eccentric gold couches, chandeliers, and splashy tropical lighting, all of which highlighted the significance of those seated there. You happened to find yourself smack dab in the middle of the distinguished crowd, behind the velvet ropes. All thanks to your gorgeous best friend who had been casually seeing one of the Atlanta Hawks.

"Y/n, don't look now, but that guy over there has been staring at you since we walked in." Your best friend screamed into your ear over the loud music.

"Which one?" You questioned, waiting to turn and look.

"The blonde with the tattoos!" She paused, taking a sip of her drink. She could tell you were waiting for a more descriptive answer. "You'll know which one. He's fine as fuck!" She screamed, causing you to chuckle at her bluntness.

You casually turned to the side to look for the mystery guy, and you were quickly met with his blue eyes. You felt your cheeks flush a bit as he maintained eye contact.

You were beautiful in a way that the other girls in the club weren't. You were confident but not cocky, and your attire was modest but still sexy. You didn't need to be accepted by others, which was apparent in how you carried yourself. Your smile was beaming as you looked back at him, and Colson could have sworn it illuminated even the darkest corners of the room. You were authentically you, and the blue-eyed boy was captivated.

Your eye contact was broken by one of the tall basketball players in your section offering you a glass of champagne. You accepted the drink and made small talk for a moment before quietly excusing yourself to the ladies' room. At least that's what you told your friend, but if you were honest, you were actually looking for those blue eyes. You made your way slowly through the horde of people keeping your eye on the VIP section that the tattooed man occupied. You couldn't see him, so you wandered closer until you were stopped by a husky voice.

"Are you looking for something?" You turned, looking up into the blue eyes you had been searching for.

"Not anymore." You smirked. He was taken aback by your forward response, and you could tell by the look across his face that he was speechless. You chuckled at his expression. "I'm sorry."

"I wasn't expecting you to say that, but I was hoping you would" He laughed. "I'm Colson."

"Y/n."

"Y/n, that's beautiful." He smiled at you. You couldn't tell if it was the champagne coursing through you or the fact that he was extremely handsome, but all you could think about was kissing him. The thought was soon pushed to the back of your mind as you began exchanging information about yourselves. Where you were from, what you were doing in Atlanta, your relationship status'. . .the basics. You two eventually found yourselves halfway through a game of 21 questions in a more private area of the club where you could actually hear each other speak.

"If you could have one 'do over' in your life, what would you do differently?" You inquired.

"Ooh, we're going there now?" He chuckled. "That's easy though, I wouldn't do anything over because then I wouldn't be sitting here with you."

“Smooth.” You chuckled at his cheesy answer.

“Yeah? You see what I did there?” He joked "Ok, my turn. . ." He changed the subject, trying to think of a question quickly. "If there was one piece of advice you could give, what would it be?" You thought for a moment before speaking.

"To always appreciate the little things in life."

"The little things?" he questioned, waiting for you to elaborate further.

"Yeah, you know, like early morning sunrises or late sunsets. The ones where you'll see an array of colors in the sky that you wouldn't normally see." You raved. "Or road trips and motorcycle rides, when you have music in your ears and the wind in your hair. Or the days when you're surrounded by your favorite people, the ones who make you realize that the world isn't such a cold, harsh place." You rambled, and he smiled like a fool.

"The little things that make you realize what life is about and what it means to be alive?" He pondered quietly, contemplating what you had said.

"Yes!" You extolled. "Appreciating the little things makes you enjoy where you are, right now, in the present."

"Enjoy where you are right now," He reiterated. "I like that" A comfortable silence settled in for a moment, and you could hear a catchy synth-pop-R&B beat surging through the room. The voices of Chris Brown and Usher were crystal clear.

"Who said you can't find love in a club? 'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong Come on, just baby, try a new thing And let's spark a new flame."

You both let out a little chuckle at the lyrics, and the next thing you knew, his right hand was on the side of your face pulling you into him. The kiss was magic, chaos, and a little bit of poetry. You felt a fire deep in your bones, and he melted every part of you.

"Hey, Colson!" The barista greeted him, pulling you from your memory of the man standing next to you. You hadn't even noticed, but you two were still staring at each other, and you wondered if the same memory had crossed his mind too.

He turned towards the barista as your eyes continued to explore the coffee shop. That's when you saw it—a mural on the wall situated above black leather dome seats. In large pink letters, "Enjoy where you are right now." and it clicked - this was his coffee shop. . .and he still thought about that night, just like you.

Colson glanced back at you, preparing to order, you smiled at him, and yet again, he could have sworn it illuminated even the darkest corners of the room. You were still authentically you, and the blue-eyed boy was still captivated.

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beauvibaby · 4 years ago

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insecure - v.dunn

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request - could you write something where maybe the reader is a little insecure because she doesn’t exactly look like the guys exes? and she thinks she’s not good enough and distances herself from him and he starts to worry bc he loves her and yea with a fluffy ending!! please i love ur work so so much! with vince btw! 😘😘

a/n: the night I got this abby and I were just talking about how the gf’s always look the same lol

“Babes, you can’t ignore him forever.” Your friend sighed, seeing the way your phone kept lighting up with texts from Vince, “sure I can.” You mumbled childishly, sinking further into her couch, “do you really think he’s just going to stop? He loves you, Y/N.” She retorted, an authoritative tone to her voice as she looked over at you. “I know, and I love him, but I just-“ “can’t get out of your head?” She cut you off, raising a brow to prove a point. “Exactly.” You threw your hands up, watching as she tried not to laugh at your enthusiasm. “I just, he’s never been with someone that looked like me, you know? It’s always been these girls that look like they could be supermodels.” You complained, jumping when she set her wine glass down with force, the noise startling you. “But he’s not with them now is he? You’ve been his longest relationship, doesn’t that show you that you’re different? In all the right ways.” She snapped, frustrated with your stubbornness, you felt like you were being reprimanded. “Sorry.” You mumbled, she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “You need to talk to him, and don’t push him away because otherwise you’re going to lose him.” She stood, grabbing her glass and muttering under her breath about needing a refill. You chewed your lip as you stared at your phone, staring at the notifications from Vince.

Have fun tonight baby!

I’m gonna miss you, maybe I’ll stream again lol

Hello?

It’s not like you to not answer, you guys must have busted out the wine early tonight…

Call me before you go to bed, love you

You picked up the phone, typing out a response as you heard your friends feet approaching once more.

Love you, sorry my phone died, I’ll call you soon babe

He reacted to it with a heart instantly, and you sighed a breath of relief, settling back in to watch your show.

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That was two weeks ago, and you’ve yet to tell him what’s going through your head. And Vince isn’t stupid, he can tell something is bothering you, he just doesn’t know what. Of course he went through his usual list, it wasn’t your period, it wasn’t work or your friends, and he knows he hasn’t don’t anything, simply because he’s hardly been seeing you lately, it felt like you always had an excuse. But tonight, tonight Vince was stubborn, and that led to him knocking on your front door, you totally oblivious to who was on the other side, trudged to the door, looking through the peephole and gasping. “Y/N, I know you’re in there.” Vince sighed when you didn’t open the door, you looked through the little hole once more, Vince was leaning against the door frame, eyes staring at the handle, waiting for it to move as you let him in. You gave in and unlocked the door, slowly opening it, looking up at him with wide eyes, your hair a mess, sloppily tied up, one of Vince’s Blues shirts hanging off your frame and pajama shorts on underneath. “Hi.” He mumbled, scanning over you, smiling boyishly at the sight of you, cute as ever in his eyes. “Hi, uh, what are you doing here?” You questioned, stepping aside so he could walk in.

He made his way inside, watching as you shut the door with a shaky hand, his heart rate picked up, anxiety now filling him too, were you going to break up with him? That’s all that ran through his mind as you turned to face him with an uneasy smile. “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Is-are you just not…” he trailed off, unable to even speak the words. You lifted your eyes to meet his when you heard the uneasiness in his voice. “Vince, am I not what?” You questioned, stepping closer, concern taking over your features. “Are you not in love with me anymore? Because you never want to see me, you’re always coming up with reasons to be doing something else.” He rambled, nervously pulling on his curls, your heart dropped to the floor, tears springing to your eyes. “Y/N, no, don’t cry.” He spoke softly, unsure if you wanted him to touch you. “I love you, Vince, so much.” You assured him, and he still hesitated, feeling like there was a but coming. “You didn’t do anything, it’s me, I swear. I just, I’ve been in my head a lot lately…” you trailed off, gasping softly when he nearly tackled you in a hug. “Oh my god, baby, I was so scared I thought you were going to dump me and-wait, what’s wrong? What’s bothering you?” He cut his rambling off, cupping your face to catch the tears that inevitably started to fall. You sucked your lips into your mouth, trying to find the words to say, suddenly mortified to speak to him. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Vince mumbled, barely above a whisper, you nodded, letting your lips fall from your mouth with a sigh, eyes closing for a moment as you tried to reign in your thoughts.

He pulled you in for a quick, gentle kiss, silently telling you it’s ok, but was it really? What you were about to say could change everything.

“Why me?” You blurted out, tensing when he pulled away slightly, he stared at you, trying to figure out what exactly you meant by that. “What do you mean?” He finally asked, hands moving from your face when you shimmied out of his grip. “Why me? I mean you’re you, and everyone else before me was so different, I don’t look like those other girls.” You ranted, refusing to meet his eyes. “Y/N.” Vince sighed, and you froze, thinking this was it, that you’ve scared him off. “I picked you, because you’re not all those other things. I picked you, because you’re you.” He spoke softly, frowning when you wouldn’t look at him. “Baby,” he said again, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards him. “Look at me.” He demanded gently, you hesitated but looked up to his face. “There’s my girl.” He grinned, wiping the last of your tears away, running his fingers over your cheek and behind your ear, moving the loose strands of hair away. “I’m going to sound like such a sap, so you better listen good.” He teased, leaving his hand on your cheek, you nodded, suddenly very intrigued by whatever he was about to say. “When I heard you laughing at that bar, I thought I was going to turn around and see another one of ‘those girls’ but what I got was so much better. You had your head leaned back, mouth open as you absolutely died at whatever your friend had said, and your hair was swinging as you looked back up, and then I saw your eyes on mine and I knew I was done for.” He paused, smiling when you sniffled softly, “everyone always told me, that one day I would meet a girl that changed my life, and I thought they were just fucking insane.” You laughed at his words before he continued, “but you’re that girl. All it took was one look at you, for me to know that I wanted this to be different, I want this to work-I want this to work because I love you.” He concluded, his smile widening when you threw your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your lips, you gave him a bunch of little kisses, smiling too much for a serious one.

“I love you.” You whispered, finally pulling away from him, but stayed in his embrace. “Are you done crying now? Because I feel like you just stomped on my heart.” He mumbled with a blush, but not caring enough to be embarrassed because it got you to smile, and that’s all that mattered, that’s all that ever mattered.

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Srry but i noticed in one of ur dream posts u Referred to tommy's cat as hope. I must correct u, that cat was born pussbou and died pussboi. /lh Also tommy killing that cat was nothing compared to dream killing mushroom henry in exile btw just wanna say Also for ur posts about dreams trauma or wilbur manipulating him can u provide links to vods or other proof? Srry if i seem rude i mean that in a "genuinely curious way"

Aaa sorry if my ask came off as rude im just genuinely curious :(((

hi! dw, you don't seem rude at all, and i'm extremely happy someone with a different perspective has found my blog! i really appreciate that sort of attitude and am happy to answer :]

/dsmp /rp

the cat was called pussboy by tommy, but dream only called it "the cat" and then said that "it was hope", which is why it sort of became a symbol (his hope is dead, basically) - that's why i kind of made its name capitalized, because it was more of a metaphor than anything.

most c!dream fans call the cat hope because it's just really nice and really symbolic, and also really sad when you think about it. that's why the name was used in the essay, just to clear up the confusion!

tommy killing that cat was nothing compared to dream killing mushroom henry in exile

i don't really think so? mooshroom henry was entertainment more than anything, and even if it was bad, when watching the stream i don't remember seeing him mourn that much - on the other hand, dream was very quickly and very obviously attached to the cat, with it being his only companion in months of isolation, along with the hope that even when tommy left it would keep him company.

keep in mind c!dream has been deprived of stimuli and human contact for so long it's officially classified as psychological torture at that point.

i don't mean to compare trauma or even compare deaths - because honestly, what c!dream and c!tommy have gone through individually is incomparable and i think neither should be diminished in favor of the other since they're both terrible situations.

that's why i disagree that it "was nothing compared to" - it had an obvious effect on c!dream, and was still c!tommy killing an animal specifically to hurt him, no matter what reasons he had.

when i'm talking about effects people's actions have had on c!dream, i'm not talking about those people. i'm talking about him. :) /lh

as for the trauma, a lot of people agree that a lot of the things he says or does are trauma responses, and hence it's very possible that he's had trauma before he went into prison!

this includes being repeatedly called a tyrant via propaganda by about half of your friends who decided to betray you, trying to keep peace and being pushed deeper into villainy instead, repeatedly being put in between a rock and a hard place in order to make sure the people you care about don't start killing each other, then being betrayed by your closest friends after merely trying to keep peace (sapnap & george) and just in general having no control over your life or image and grasping at straws to gain it back.

i know a lot of people with trauma who heavily relate to certain trauma responses, which aren't always just shaky breaths and flashbacks, but trauma often also manifests itself in extremely ugly and destructive ways, both inwardly and outwardly.

trying to control the people around you is also very often a response to going through trauma, as well as emotional repression which is... rather evident on c!dream during season two. it only seems to get worse with repeated abandonment.

in the end, during the vault scene, the way he acts really just isn't at all the way a healthy person would act, and a lot of his really bad mindsets come from the way he was taught by the world around him.

the character is very reserved however, and since we don't have his pov we can't really say for certain - a lot of people claim it in good faith because they have a lot of evidence for it, and i think they're certainly valid in that.

that is just before the prison, however. from what happened during the prison arc? there is no denying he's traumatized at this point.

he's been emotionally and physically abused by c!sam since the very beginning of being imprisoned, and being in solitary confinement for over two weeks is generally considered psychological (and maybe also physical?) torture. that alone shows up in a lot of symptoms of his mental deterioration while in pandora's during people's visits, and quackity's "sessions" just absolutely drove the point home.

what he's gone through during this arc is absolutely incomparable to anything others charactes have faced before, and it's just plain suffering being endured by someone who is, despite everything, still a human being.

as for the wilbur manipulation thing!! it's talking about the whole vassal scene (though even beforehand a lot of their interactions are pretty iffy), and here's a post about that :]

I also have a small question about the analysis u last reblogged cus it says "why dream needed lmanburg gone rightfully" and like. The house analogy is poor because for one cus the land is infinite. And 2 cus punz's yard was literally larger then lmanburg. And also stuff about dream being a mediator? Can u provide examples?

i wouldn't say it was poor. dream's said a lot of times that he didn't care in the slightest about the land - a lot of his problems with l'manberg arose with the fact that wilbur basically built it on lies and tried to disallow half of the server to come there. c!dream was mad about the division and the fact that wilbur wanted "freedom" to have authority in his lands - over others, as can be seen in this post also.

the table analogy was fitting not because dream was some overlord, but because these were literally friends he invited to hang out and live in a place he wanted to call home. claiming a part of it for yourself and saying people of a certain nationality can't come in is directly opposing those goals.

in the early days of the smp, dream's always been a mediator between his friends - sapnap and george, who would often get into fights and go around killing each other! he would always do his best to stop the conflict, which continued after tommy joined when he took him to court and then later tried to mediate conflicts he was a part of, which resulted in tommy killing him unprovoked, stealing his gear, and starting the disc wars when dream was trying to get his stuff back. later, during pogtopia, he is also most concerned with peace over everything, and this seems to continue indefinitely after.

Today i was thinking about how messed up the final control room was. Like. Dream arranged the betrayal and punz and sapnap killed tommy and tubbo who like. Were literal children and their pals (because the author, wilbur soot, is dead/j but srsly if u take the streamers words tommy said he was 9 during the revolution sooo)

Sorry im gonna ramble about how dumb canon ages are for a second cus like. Streamers can say the characters are one way or another (wilbur saying he is mentally 30-something, etc.) But in the end the characters act like they(or at least their streaming personas) do.

i... honestly don't find it that bad? they were in a war, and the final control room was basically just supposed to end it quicker. the l'manbergians made it clear they were going to fight to the death, so they really left c!dream no other choice. and it's not like he didn't give them chances to give up.

also yeah the 9 year old thing was retconned, because in that case c!dream would've been 14 and i don't think that's true.

c!tommy and c!dream were both young and once again, in a war. the final control room was an attempt to assure victory, which both sides would've taken if possible, but only c!dream saw he had the option.

i do agree the whole child soldier thing was bad but... complain about that to c!wilbur, methinks. he talked naive kids into fighting for his personal power. however, the age argument isn't really valid either way. they had enough agency to sign up for it, and whether or not c!wilbur pushing the intense nationalism onto them had something to do with that is another debate entirely.

Bacl to final control room cus like??? Also fun fact punz took 2 of wilbur's canon lives. And like that probably is what started wilbur's paranoia which later lead to his spiral and i. Many thoughts full of lmanburg today.

i'm pretty sure cc!wilbur said what lead to c!wilbur's spiral was a "dark, twister view of possessions" and "disregard for his fellow citizen whom he claimed to love so much", but i really wouldn't say it was the control room; if anything the sudden loss of power after the elections seems to me like the trigger for his spiral.

I watched the exile arc live and. I feel dirty almost for feeling little to no sympathy for c!dream (srry ive been forgetting to add that aa) because of his actions toward c!tommy and like. The whole probation was so humiliating and unfair and c!dream was planning to frame him for the crimes he and puffy did under the the guise of "pranks" and c!quackity was planning to seize the vice president role.

i mean... to be fair, if you didn't watch the prison arc much yet or only watch tommy's perspective i understand not feeling that sympathetic - however, i encourage you to maybe watch a few prison visits, since they could help you see the whole picture better!

i also watched it live, and i also thought it was terrible, but i share very much the same sentiment for the prison arc because. absolutely no one should have to go through either of those things, you know?

i don't think probation was that humiliating? he was just. being asked to not start conflict with the other factions for two weeks. of course, what happened as a result is in no way justified, but i don't think probation itself would've been bad at all. either way yeah the framing and c!quackity's behaviour was. very yikes, i agree.

Also c!tommy antis are dumb because they say "he deserved exile angry emoji" i dont see u saying that about ranboo. Just say you hate cc!tommy and go. Also people say c!tommy was just as toxic to c!dream and i??? No. One is the victim and one is the abuser and like. :/// man. This part is rambly srry

i wouldn't say they hate cc!tommy? cc!tommy has a persona who people think is annoying at first ( but then they subscribe because he is super entertaining big man! ) but a lot of c!tommy's actions are straight up toxic to certain characters, such as c!funndy and c!jack. he has a very dismissive attitude towards others and their trauma and it does affect the people around them very negatively.

examples; his repeated bullying and behavior towards fundy:

Tommy: “Fundy, I’m just here to kinda let you know that I – if you weren’t Wilbur’s son, you would be out of L’manburg, alright? Just remember – you need to keep that relationship with your father. I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night. You need to pull your shit together young man.”

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Fundy: “I’m wearing glasses…are you making fun of my eyesight?!”

Tommy: “Yes.”

Sapnap: “Your father would be very disappointed.”

Fundy: “Wh – disappointed for wearing glasses?!”

Tommy: “You got glasses, like what are you wearing…”

Fundy: “What do you mean?”

Tommy: “Sapnap, Sapnap, over here. Fundy, Fundy, Fundy, I’m really sorry to say this – I’m just here to publicly denounce you.”

Fundy: “…What?”

( credit for transcript: @/findingjoynweirdstuff )

he's also responsible for a big chunk of c!jack's trauma, both with actions and words, and that's why i think certain people might dislike the character, and i don't think that's wrong of them. anyone can dislike any character they want if they don't attack people for liking them, in my opinion.

also c!tommy was most definitely toxic against c!dream in the cell. it's of course understandable but that doesn't change the fact he was constantly hitting and insulting him (without dream doing anything back for a long while until he snapped) which is toxic behaviour.

i wouldn't say he was "just as" though, so i agree with you on that. they're different and they behave differently.

i made a dream blob keychain today. Is it possible to send images if u wanna see? Idk cus i havent used tumblr before. I think that's all for now. Thx for letting me talk :D peepoShy -curious anon (but fr a connoreatspants c!dream redemption arc would be cool)

yooo that's cool! i don't really,,, know if it's possible to send images? try it out and if it isn't i'll try find a way to turn it on.

also, no problem! just please remember this is a c!dream sympathetic blog, and me as well as my followers are uhh,, oftentimes emotionally attached / personally relate to the character, so if you could avoid sending hate on the character (not that you have or that i expect you to, just a friendly reminder) in the asks that would be great! we already see a lot of it unwillingly so, i'd rather not see more, but as long as the discussion is civil i'm absolutely ok with you asking more and with me answering more questions if you'd want to! :)

if anyone else would like to reblog this and add some things i might've missed with my answers, feel free to, just go easy on her (she uses she/her pronouns!) and keep it factual.

i hope u had a good or at least ok time at school today :D

thanks! i gtg now because exam tomorrow but i'm going to try write the redemption essay tomorrow as well because ohhh boy i have a lot of ideas about what all i could write around the concept.

also sorry this was long, i can't keep my tongue on the leash :[

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