#still trial and error for me when it comes to making gifs but practice makes perfect-ish 🤧

[jinikaris]

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I was tagged by @minho-knows ♡ I think nearly everyone (that I know) has been tagged already so I'm just leave it up to if you see this and you haven't been tagged 🫵🏼 you have now!! I've only been giffing for 5 months now so I'm still trying to find my groove with it 🫣

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[hawkins-losers]

yesss we want the elvira x eddie

This has been on my list since season 4 came out... Forgive me for writing it 2-3 years later (how long has it been since season 4 came out? Feels forever ago)

Happy spooky season! I miss writing for these characters

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In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. 

Early in October, you decided to test the waters by making Eddie watch a movie with a character you had been thinking of dressing up as this Halloween. Witches were always your favorite, but you wanted to see his reaction first, see if he would like it. 

Although you doubted this character left any men unbothered.

Your dress was a little risqué, the deep plunging neckline making the girls shine. It took a few trials and errors to get the makeup right, but you finally got it and made your way to Eddie’s house. His jaw was going to drop. 

When he opened the door and saw the Mistress of the Dark standing there, he nearly choked. ‘’Jesus Christ," he breathed, the sight making blood rush south.

A smile of satisfaction bloomed on your lips. ‘’My appearance is kind of a shock to everybody.’’

Eddie quickly pulled you inside, not wishing for his perverted neighbor to use you as material to rub his cock and saggy balls. Those tits were his to stare at and touch and suck…and fuck.

‘’Are you trying to kill me looking like that?'' He lets out a low whistle as his gaze continues to roam over your figure. 

You leaned in closer, letting your voice drop to a sultry purr. ‘’I thought of wearing her spider bra with the tassels, but figured that might actually kill you on the spot.’’ 

Eddie’s eyes darkened, and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. ‘’The spider bra?!’’ he repeated, vividly remembering the specific scene from the movie where Elvira wears it. ‘’Fuck.’’ 

‘’I even practiced the twirling she does with it,’’ you added, a wicked glint in your eyes.

Eddie groaned. ‘’I’m gonna have that image in my head all night…’’ He moved closer to you and gently placed his hands on your hips as he looked down at you, a smirk on his lips as he imagined you in the spider bra. ‘’Do we have to go to Harrington’s party?’’  

He would much rather stay here and have you to himself. The costume could stay on, he can work around that.

‘’Of course we do, we promised Steve we’d be there,’’ you said, taking Eddie’s hands off your body so he wouldn‘t try to convince you to stay in. ‘’And I told Robin I would help her with Vickie. I can’t let her down.’’

Eddie groaned once more. He felt like a child who got told ‘no’ after asking if they can get dessert before supper. 

‘’I didn’t say we can’t find a room at Steve’s and have some…fright-night fun.’’ 

Your voice was laced with a suggestive promise, which made the corner of Eddie’s mouth curl in anticipation. ‘’Now, you’re talking, Mistress of the Dark,’’ he breathed, leaning in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours.

But before he could kiss you, you slipped from his grasp and took a step back. ‘’Where’s your costume? Steve said it was mandatory.’’ 

Eddie, still in his regular band tee shirt and jeans, held up a Michael Myers mask and pointed at a lump of blue on the couch. ‘’Here.’’ 

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you gave him a once-over. ‘’Your work mechanic overalls and a Michael Myers mask? That’s the lowest effort one’s ever made for a Halloween costume,’’ you scoffed, shaking your head. 

A creative person like Eddie could have done so much better. A few weeks ago, he talked about being Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. He would have looked damn good as a rugged ranger, with a sword and medieval warrior attire. Maybe then you would have agreed to skip Steve’s party. 

He rolled his eyes. ‘’Oh come on, it’s not that bad. Michael Myers is a classic, babe.’’ 

Halloween and its antagonist were a cult classic, but costume wise, it was unoriginal. There’s probably going to be at least three other Michael Myers at the party. 

‘’If by classic you mean a very common and lazy costume, I agree.’’ You grabbed the overalls and pushed them at Eddie’s chest. ‘’Now, hurry and put it on. I need to get there before Robin starts to drink and the word vomit gets unstoppable.’’

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Heyy!! I would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING for some John Brady domestic headcanons with a chronically ill reader? 🤍🤍

Nonny this ask is so very lovely and I’ve interpreted it as reader and Brady in a relationship but please let me know if you were hoping for something different!! 💙

Cut for length, no real warnings aside from references to Catholicism and spoon theory

John Brady is the kind of man who takes oaths and vows very seriously - I mean he volunteered for the Army Air Force and went overseas to bomb occupied Europe, they are more than just words to him

So he very much meant “for better or for worse” and “in sickness AND in health”

There is no question of spending his life with you, whether you come to the relationship with your illness or receive the diagnosis later on. You are his person and he is undeterred by the fact that this may come with some complications or difficulties

Hyper vigilant for any and all of your needs - present, imminent, perceived, potential or otherwise

Seems to thrive on memorizing your catalogue of triggers and symptoms and remedies. At times you may wonder how he has space in his head for anything else.

There would probably have to be some negotiation at first, his desire to keep you safe and comfortable feeling restrictive and overbearing. Sometimes you want to do things that cost a lot of spoons and have a lot of consequences. Sometimes these opportunities or events are worth the costs

John will have to have that explained to him because he cannot bear to see you suffer, so it is difficult for him to wrap his head around why you would knowingly put yourself in a position that will result in pain for the sake of enjoyment. It might help to bring up his flying adventures to illustrate your point.

I still don’t see him entirely understanding it but he will nonetheless respect your decision, now that he knows you are making a choice rather than simply overextending yourself carelessly, and be all the more supportive through the inevitable low that follows

He will still pull the plug, however, if you’re actually putting yourself in danger

More than happy to be the reason you leave anywhere early

“Have an early day at the office tomorrow” or “big project coming up.” It is NEVER because you’re feeling overwhelmed or unwell.

Practically an encyclopedia when it comes to your medications, specialists, and recent appointments. Does his best to attend all of them with you, colouring in the medical history when you look at him for specifics. If for some reason he’s not able to accompany you, he sends you with a list of information and helps you prep

Juggles being the primary income earner, cook, house keeper, and caregiver without complaint

In fact he is far too silent about it, particularly the first period where he literally tries to manage it all to his self-exacting level of perfection

Winds up incapacitated in bed beside you and there is another stern talk about realistic expectations

After a lot of trial and error the pair of you manage to find a very comfortable way of life, dealing with flare-ups as needed, easily pivoting to quiet nights in as required

I mean good for you for picking this man to make a home with, he’s not out there seeking the night life and bright lights anyway. A jazz record and cozy blanket and the person he loves is all he could ever ask for in an evening anyway

[starsorbitmoondae]

5/7/23 Seon Ahyeon birthday letter

WARNING MACHINE TRANSLATION

This is Seon Ahyeon

TeSTAR_ahyeon 5/7/23

Loviewer, did you all have a good day? The days have gotten longer, spring has arrived, and hot days like summer are coming. Flowers are also blooming in abundance. So, every year in late April or early May, my parents would give me a bouquet of flowers as a birthday present, and I would put them in a vase in my room, make them into bookmarks, and keep them for a long time. Like those flowers, I want to cherish the love and congratulations sent by Loviewer this year deep in my heart for a long time.

Thank you. I, who had no confidence in myself, wrote down my gratitude without hesitation today. How could Loviewer trust me when I was so uncertain? It still feels amazing it's like a miracle. Today too, I will work hard to fill my day with Loviewer. Every time I think, practice, go through trial and error, I will prepare to meet you in the best way I can. I will become a cooler and stronger Seon Ahyeon.

There are many burdensome and dark times in this world, but there will also come unbelievably good moments. Today, I will pray deeply for Loviewer to have a healing time filled with only good writing and beautiful stories.

I love you.

-Seon Ahyeon of TeSTAR

[bunnysnuff]

Teen dad! Nick Nelson and Co-Parent!Charlie Spring headcannons.

Pairing: teen dad!nick Nelson x co parent!charlie spring with mention of baby. Mentions of Tori spring and the baby.🤍

Trigger warnings: nick has parental anxiety that’s all I think.

Note: I wrote this mainly as a nick x Charlie headcannon bc it’s sweet.🤍 and also yes! The baby is called pooh bear as a nickname bc it’s cute and reminds me of my friend, who was a teen dad, and nicknamed my fave person (he’s 5 now) pooh bear. I love you Romeo🤍. My Pooh Bear forever 🐻🤍

Also why is Winnie the Pooh cute asf in this gif?

Request.

Nick’s Protective Instincts: Even though he’s still a teenager, Nick has this strong, natural protectiveness over his Pooh bear. He’s always a little extra cautious, making sure his Pooh bear is safe and well cared for. He might not always have the answers, but he’s determined to be the best dad he can be, and it shows in his actions.

Charlie’s Calm and Supportive Nature: Charlie’s the more grounded one between the two, always ready with practical solutions or words of reassurance. His patience and nurturing instincts make him an incredible co-parent. When Nick gets overwhelmed, Charlie is the calming presence that helps him focus and relax. They balance each other out perfectly.

Late-Night Parenting Talks: After Pooh Bear is asleep, Charlie and Nick sometimes stay up late, sitting together and talking about their future. They talk about dreams, how they’ll handle school, what kind of future they want for their little one. They also have moments where they discuss their own childhoods, how different it is from what they’re experiencing now.

Nick’s Songs for Pooh Bear: Nick might write soft, lullaby-like songs for Pooh Bear. Sometimes, when he’s playing guitar late at night, Charlie will smile, watching him sing quietly to Pooh bear. even though they’re too young to understand the words. It’s his way of expressing how much he loves both of them.

Charlie’s Love for Storytelling: Charlie loves to tell Pooh bear stories, whether it’s fairy tales or even recounting the funny moments from their life. He has a gentle, soothing voice that makes Nick smile every time he watches Charlie put Pooh bear to bed. It becomes their little bedtime ritual.

Nick and Charlie’s Parent Date Nights: Even though they’re both busy with parenthood and school, they still make time for each other. They’ll occasionally have “parent date nights,” where they leave Pooh Bear with a trusted friend or family member for a few hours. Whether it’s going out to a movie, grabbing dinner, or just going for a walk, it’s their way of staying connected.

Charlie Helping Nick with His Parenting Anxiety: Nick can be a bit of a worrywart when it comes to parenting, constantly concerned about doing things right. Charlie is the one who reassures him, gently reminding him that they’re a team and they’ll figure it out together. Charlie might even remind him that no one’s perfect, but the love they have for Pooh Bear is enough.

First Steps/Words: When Pooh Bear takes its first steps or says its first word, both Nick and Charlie will be there, grinning like proud parents. Nick will probably tear up a little, but Charlie will be the one to say, "You’re doing an amazing job, Nick," in the sweetest, most supportive way.

Family Outings: The three of them, now a little family unit, spend weekends together doing things like trips to the park or getting ice cream. Charlie loves these outings, even if they’re simple, because it’s a reminder of how much they've created together.

Learning and Growing Together: Being young parents means Nick and Charlie are still learning and growing as individuals, but they’re doing it side by side. They lean on each other when things get tough, and their relationship grows deeper as they navigate parenthood. There’s a lot of trial and error, but they find comfort in knowing they’re in it together.

The Baby’s Relationship with Tori: Tori (Charlies sister) would totally be the cool, fun aunt who spoils the baby with toys and silly gifts. She’d be over all the time, giving Nick and Charlie some time to themselves while bonding with Pooh Bear. Nick would probably joke about how Tori’s “is the favourite” but he’d secretly be proud of their growing family bond.

Charlie’s Artistic Touch: Charlie might use his love for art to document Pooh Bear milestones—drawing little illustrations for Pooh Bear scrapbook or even painting something special for Pooh Bear nursery. Nick might be amazed at how Charlie manages to find beauty in everything, from Pooh Bear first toy to the simple moments they share as a family.

[fairy-writes]

Arcane: League of Legends Zombie AU

So… I have literally no idea what this is. But I had the idea from Max Brook’s “World War Z” and really love zombie stories so here’s… whatever this is. This might turn into a full-blown story, but it might not. If anyone wants a part 2, just shoot me an ask with specific characters, and I’ll write it!

The virus comes from Noxus. Zaun is the first to fall, and the gates and bridges are shut, but the virus still spreads to those in Piltover through illegal smuggling. It isn’t long before most of the Arcane world has succumbed to the virus, and only those who went into hiding or are outright fighting the zombies survive. 

VIKTOR only survives the initial panic of the zombie virus because he’s more intelligent than most. He is slower than everyone else, especially with his limp, but he’s scrappy, and more importantly, he’s a survivor. He survived the depths of Zaun and grappled his way to Piltover with sheer willpower and smarts. He’s also one of the only ones working on a cure for the virus, using a mixture of magic and science to try and heal people. In addition, he retrofitted his crutch with what’s known as a “lobo,” short for “lobotomizer” (look up world war z lobo if you want a picture), so he has some sort of weapon to defend himself in case the undead manage to get into his lab.

JAYCE survives the zombie virus much like Viktor does. He works on the cure, but he also goes out with his brand new lobo and starts also helping the effort to fight off the infection. He actually comes up with the idea of the lobo. It’s basically a double-bladed axe mixed with a shovel, and it makes quick work of zombie heads. It takes some trial and error but soon, the lobo is mass-produced under his watch and distributed to any surviving humans. He’s absolutely deadly with the tool, but that doesn’t mean he likes to use it. He hates killing zombies, hates killing what used to be people. But in this situation, it’s kill or be killed. 

VI takes quickly to scavenging for food, tools, and a safe place to stay. She is perhaps one of the more prepared people for the apocalypse. She kills only when she has to. Mostly because she has to use her fists, and that’s just plain dangerous. But danger is practically her middle and last name, so she survives well enough. She ends up traveling with Caitlyn, and they have each other’s backs. It’s not the most ideal circumstance, but it works better than most because they trust each other and are excellent fighters. Vi also finds Vander’s old gauntlets in Zaun when she’s scavenging where he died and uses those to crush zombie heads. 

CAITLYN travels with Vi. Vi does most of the scavenging while Caitlyn keeps an eye out for zombies. She constantly has to clean and maintain her gun because, let’s face it, the world gets pretty nasty and gross after there’s no one to clean and support it. She also finds what used to be a sword and takes to using that when she has to get up close and personal. She isn’t the best at it, but it works in a pinch. 

JINX is a bit of a mess (when is she not?) when the virus takes down Zaun. Her Gatling gun is pretty much useless (what’s the point of body shots when it doesn’t kill the undead?), and she has to hide in her hideout in order to survive. But, once Jinx gets her hands on a lobo from a Piltover soldier, she goes on the offensive. She single-handedly racks up the most kills of zombies in the entire city, and when she moves onto Piltover? She is unstoppable. Especially if she uses the Hextech gemstone to amplify her attacks. 

EKKO manages to keep the only semblance of everyday life. He closes off the Firelight’s hideout and only goes out if he has a weapon (his preferred weapon is a lead pipe) and his hoverboard. The children stay home with their parents, and only those willing to go out for supplies go with him. He’s run into Jinx and Vi a couple of times and actually ends up recruiting Vi and Caitlyn to the Firelights, where they help make a difference and start fighting back against the zombies. 

[theartofruling]

“You think we could make a pack and remind each other that from time to time? I might need it. Life is going very well for me now, but it might not always go that way.” She would need that support and gentle reminder to keep herself going sometimes, and she knew she would be willing to do the same for Sebastian. She always was willing to do so, really. 

“I practically learned to cook for non hybrids because of you. I’ve trained my nose to the correct amount of seasoning. Granted, most of this is based on your specific tastes, but it’s better than having no starting clue when it comes to cooking.” Otherwise it would either have been too much or too little considering her lack of being able to taste human food without it being infused. “You indulged my trial and error, but now I have a skill that not many hybrids have.” She walked over to see her staff had stocked the fridge. “Okay so my fridge is stocked, what are you in the mood for?” She asked, before smiling as she thought about the how easy things seemed before. “Do you think even with our responsibilities, one day it will all click and we’ll get that simpler days feeling back? We have come a long way, but I’m still trying to figure out how to do it all. How to maintain PR for Northland, keep my event planning business running and be a duchess. I have so many irons in the fire.” She loved how busy she was but there were times when she needed to start delegating. She had to remember to delegate tasks to the manager of her event planning business now that she was turning a profit and could afford one.

She met his gaze with an appreciative smile. “I’ve already hugged you three times. You keep saying what I need to hear in the moment and I’m going to be stuck to you.”  Her smile turned into a chuckle. She placed a hand over her heart. “No one has ever offered to vanquish anyone on my behalf with an army. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to make me swoon.” 

Sebastian enveloped Roxy in a warm embrace, feeling the weight of her words resonate deeply within him. In that moment, he understood the struggles that lay behind her bravado, the flickering shadows of self-doubt that threatened to creep back in. “You’re not pretending, Roxy. It’s okay to feel that nagging doubt, but it doesn’t define you. You’ve fought hard to emerge from that darkness, and it’s a testament to your strength that you’re choosing to move forward.” It was something he had to remind himself of regularly as well.

As they broke the hug, he fell into step beside her, the inviting aroma of her kitchen enveloping them. “I would love something to eat. Your cooking has always been a delight.” He smiled at the nostalgia that washed over him. How she would stop by the blacksmith shop when she was passing through, always in tow with something to fill his stomach and that of his partners. “Sometimes I wish we could go back to those simpler days, without all the expectations that come with our titles. But look at how far we’ve both come!" Never in a million years would he have thought this would be his life. Sebastian was just appreciative of those who stuck around and remained consistent in their relationship with him through the changes.

Sebastian’s expression softened at her admission about feeling overlooked. “Your worth goes far beyond your utility. You have a heart that offers love, support, and wisdom in ways many fail to recognize. Just remember, those who truly matter will see you for who you are.” He paused, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “And if they don’t...I’ve got an army now to squash my enemies," he joked. "You deserve to be seen, Roxy, and I’ll always be here to remind you of that."

[libraryofloveletters]

also. 15+16 with eddie fluff/comfort including chris because he’s adorable

You Feel Like Home

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol

Prompts: #15: “Did you let yourself in?” // #16: “How did you get in my house?”

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: here’s a lil something because I haven’t posted a x reader in so long. Also I didn’t check for errors cause I'm lazy so ignore any mistakes :) 

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It’s raining, the streets were drenching with water and muck which you found yourself staring at as you sat in your car at the intersection.

You had left your job, more like you were fired for something you didn’t do but you hated your job, 100 and 10% despited it and everyone there- needless to say, you didn’t mind not being there anymore.

The shitty weather on top of the idea of having to find a new job was putting more than damper on your day. So here you were in the middle of the day driving to your best friend’s house. He doesn't like to admit that he’s your best friend but he is and you both knew that.

The driveway was empty and the house was dark, at least from what you could see. Hopping out of the car, you make your way to the front door, the rain drenching your clothing. The key to his house hanging from the bunch you held in your hand, you let yourself in.

“Anyone home?” shouting into the dark house, slipping off your shoes.

There was no answer, you assumed Eddie was at work and Chris was still at school which made sense considering it was 2:30 on a Friday afternoon.

A puddle of water trialed behind you on your way to the bathroom, stopping to get a towel from the cupboard. The wet clothes get stripped off and tossed into the tub, making a mental note to come back and put them in the dryer after you get something to wear.

The towel now wrapped around you, you find your way down the hallway and into Eddie’s bedroom. There was a basket of folded laundry on the bed, deciding that it’s probably better to get something from the basket than to tumble through his drawers.

Just as you go to drop the towel, you hear the front door open and then a woman’s voice.

“Shit shit shit” you mumble to yourself and look around the room frantically- there’s no way you could get dressed before the person gets to the room, you have no choice but you stay the way you are.

The footsteps approaching the room, a knock on the door before it opens, Carla sticks her head in the room and you let out a breath of relief.

“Jesus, it’s just you” sitting on the bed, you smile at her and she laughs softly.

“Who’d you think it was hun?”

“I thought Eddie had come home, with a woman. That would have been hard to explain- ya know, a woman in a towel in his bedroom while he’s not home.”

“Mhm hm,” Carla has one of her famous mischievous looks on her face. “Sure, because it’s normal for you to be half naked in his bedroom when he isn't home.” She laughs.

“Were you waiting for him?” she teased, your face twists and you groan.

“Carla! No, god. I had a shitty day and I wanted to hang out. It was raining cats and dogs when I got here and my clothes got wet.” you explain what happened and she gives you a hum, stepping back out and leaving you to change.

You can hear laughter coming from the bedroom down the hall, you make your way there. Chris sat on his bed, looking out his window while he was on the phone.

“Love you too dad, bye” the phone is set beside him on the bed, you knock on the door and Chris looks back, his face lighting up when he sees you.

“Hey kiddo” smiling at the boy who’s now making his way over to you, you step into the room and meet him halfway.

“Hi! What are you doing here?” he asks you, hugging you.

“Came by to see your dad but he wasn’t home. I’m better now because you’re free” looking down at him, Christopher laughs and holds your hand as the two of you walk down the hallway to the living room. Carla brings him a snack and joins the two of you in the living room, Christopher telling you both about his day at school.

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Eddie runs to the front door from his truck, the rain had been pouring all day.

“I’m home!” he shouts, as he steps in only for Carla to shush him from the kitchen.

His face screws and he makes his way down the hallway to Christopher’s room but he wasn't in there. Carla sat in the kitchen reading her book, she smiles when he steps in the kitchen.

“Hey, where’s Chris ?” he asks, washing his hands and pulling a pot out of the cupboard.

“Shower,” shutting the book, she slips it into her bag. “You’re going ?” Eddie glances over his shoulder, pouting slightly. Carla always helps him with dinner and truthfully, she’s the better cook out of the two.

“I’ve got myself a hot date tonight” She tells him, giving him a smile before making her way to the front door.

Eddie follows her, “what? really? But who’s going to keep me company while Chris does his homework ?” his hand coming up to his chest as he sighs dramatically.

Carla’s hand meets his, patting his chest. “Chris is done with his work, he had help” nodding towards the couch, Eddie follows her gesture to see you sleep on the couch.

“When did- are those my clothes ?” his mouth hung in disbelief.

Why were you asleep on his couch in his clothes ? He wasn't even home, how the hell did you get in ?

“Mhm hm” Carla hums, a soft laugh slipping past her lips. “Have fun sugar, I'll be back in the morning. Tell lil man I said bye” She steps out, pulling the door shut behind her.

The pattering of feet pulled Eddie’s attention away from a sleeping you on the couch.

“Dad!” Chris’s smile lit up the room, Eddie found himself smiling at his son.

“Hey buddy” he kneeled to hug him, holding him close after a long day at work.

“How was work ?” Christopher asks his father as the two make their way to the kitchen.  

“It was a fine, normal day of us saving the city” Eddie chuckled, smiling at his son who was sitting at the table now. “Hey bud?”

“Mhm hm ?”

“When did y/n get here?”

“I don’t know, she was here when me and Carla got home” he shrugs, turning his attention back to something Eddie had left out on the table.

Eddie is half way into the fridge and it was down to its bare bones. A carton of milk, two eggs left in a tray and a half used stick of butter - guess he had forgotten to go grocery shopping yesterday.

“How does pizza for dinner sound?” Eddie turns to Chris who’s nodding eagerly. Pizza was the way to that kid’s heart.

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dinner was short, the boys talked about their day. Chris told his father all about his day at school and how they learned about the atmosphere and space in science class and Eddie told him about a resume they had today - the safe for work details of course, he always left out the gruesome parts.

“So Carla told me y/n helped with your homework ?”

“Yeah, I only had math work to do. It was easy”

Eddie hums, it was still relatively early and a Friday afternoon, he thought why not have a movie night.

“Here’s the plan for tonight, you tidy up your room real quick and then we can build a fort and have movie night. How does that sound ?”

“Like a plan!” he smiles at Eddie before getting up. Eddie sits at the table watching Chris make his way into the hallway and towards the bathroom.

The sound of a snore brought him back to reality, he remembered you were still on the couch asleep. He quietly got up and made his way over, crouching in front of the couch.

You looked at peace, which was strange to him because the two of you are always bickering or poking each other about something. The only times he had seen you smile was if someone made fun of him or if you were with Chris - he had never actually seen you relaxed.

“Take a picture and leave or I'm filing a restraining order” you mumble sleepily. Eddie laughed, you were always teasing him about his stare.

Eddie stands, lifting your legs and sitting before dropping them down onto his lap. “How did you get in my house? Did you let yourself in?”

“I used the key” rolling onto your jacket, you shift upwards slightly. The disapproval on Eddie’s face was very much visible.

“I gave you that key for emergencies!”

“It was an emergency!”

Eddie sighs, his hand rubbing the piece of bare skin showing from the rolled up pants. The room is quick, the sound of the rain pouring echoed through the house.

“What’s on your mind ? I can practically see the wrinkles forming on your face”

“Hey!” you nudged him with your foot while he laughed. “Nothing,” sitting up to face him properly. “I just had a shitty day and wanted to see my bes- my friend.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Your what ?” “Shut up Eddie”

“No no, say it” he grabs your foot, his fingers reaching to the sole of your foot. Your eyes widen, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh but I do” he smirks before tickling the bottom of your foot. You try to pull your foot away but you’re laughing and wiggling around on the couch so much that you end up rolling off but your foot is still on Eddie’s lap.

There you were lying diagonally off the couch with your feet on his lap. He shifts to the floor, now sitting beside you. The two of you have your backs up against the couch.

“Seriously, talk to me. What’s up ?”

“Just wanted some company. Work was shitty and I- I don’t know. I didn’t know where to go. There’s nothing waiting for me at my place, the weather’s kinda depressing so I didn’t want to go drinking because it would just make me sad” you chuckle, turning your head to face him.

“I got in the car and just drove and I ended up here. This is home, you know? ” you admit. Humming, he smiles.

“I’m glad you felt like you could come here.”

“Well I know you couldn’t kick me out. You love me and my puppy face too much” you pout playfully making his laugh before nudging you with his shoulder.

Eddie’s arm is now over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “You’re welcomed here anytime.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Tilting your head from his shoulder, you're now face to face with him. There had always been unspoken feelings between the two of you, everyone could see that - even the two of you.

He leans in, a hand cupping your cheek like it was chiseled to fit the curve of your structure perfectly.

The palm of your hand wraps around his wrist, leaning closer to him.

This was the moment you were waiting for.

“DAD!” Chris shouts, causing Eddie to pull away. Not that either of you minded but there does that moment.

“Yeah ?” His hand was still cupping your cheek. “Can we watch a movie now?”

“Of course, pick one out.” He moves his hand to give the remote to Chris, you cheek cold from the loss of touch.

The 3 of you settle into the couch, Christopher between the two of you. The boy settled on Space Jam though he had seen it a million times.

Eddie’s arm is stretched over the back of the couch. It was bent at an awkward position, his fingers barely grazing your cheek, letting you know that he’s right there.

The two of you shared stolen glances all night, watching each other more than the movie. Eventually Chris fell asleep between the two of you.

You felt safe, peaceful, home.

This felt like home.

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[nnatsume]

ahhh i saw that reqs were still open so maybe chiaki with an s/o in ryuuseitai? ahh can i go by as 🍰 anon? i love all your posts sm!

ahh, these s/o in [insert unit] requests are so cute to write, i’ve said this a thousand times but i’ll say it again. even though chiaki is a difficult character (for me at least), i’m sure it’ll be fun. (spoiler: bro it got a little emotional at the end sorry i love ryuseitai :/) and yes you can! welcome to the family, cakenooon! i’m happy that you like my stupid little headcanons <3

— previously : rei ✦ kaoru

✦ chiaki with a s/o in ryuseitai !

when chiaki sees you in your hero attire, he can’t help but think to himself–yes, you really suit this element! in his honest opinion, you really are the most admirable hero that he’s ever seen. he’s honoured to perform by your side. and your outfits match so nicely, too–sometimes it makes him swoon. chiaki is probably your biggest fan, making sure to have every little bit of your merchandise or whatever crumbs he finds. it’s funny, since you’re in the same unit, he’s basically just throwing the money back to himself when he buys another nui of you. hey, it’s a different one, the jacket is slightly brighter than the other nui’s!

now he has an excuse to watch more hero movies with you–it’s so that you can feel more inspired in practice! and as a bonus, you get to share some treats while you watch, bundled up in soft blankets, comfortable. he’ll always get you your favorites, so that if you don’t stay for the movie, you stay for the snacks. chiaki finds himself enjoying his movies far more with you and feeling more inspired by them when he hears your views on it. all those things, maybe you can incorporate them into some choreography? the kids would surely enjoy it!

this kind of choreo-production is a trial and error, you have to figure out what things you can do with your skill and equipment, and drop the things you can’t do. chiaki is always excited to try them with you! on some occasions, before he calls anyone else, he calls you to attempt this new move that he’s seen in a movie! it often results in many failures, but much more fun to balance it. anzu is always there to help you with the set-up, but not even she is always ready for the utter chaos. to see chiaki hanging from the ceiling by his leg, and you laughing next to him in a huge fish costume.

the public has come to know you as that adorable hero duo. the ones that go to amusement parks in stupid costumes and make surprise appearances in the middle of nowhere, in your full hero attires. chiaki enjoys these moments, but he also likes going out as chiaki morisawa sometimes, and not ryusei red. you see, chiaki can be fun outside of work, too–even though he is a little bit too passionate sometimes. he likes making spontaneous visits sometimes and taking you to places that you’ve never even heard of before. but he’s always able to make it fun! parks, cafes, theaters, everywhere he thinks you would like.

“it’s chiaki!!”, came from your door, followed by more loud banging. by how he was beating the door, you were sure that it had a dent in it already. dragging yourself out of your bed when you heard even more knocking, you passed by a clock that read six in the morning. just what did he find that was so important that he had to wake you up before even the first birds started chirping? you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

sluggishly, you slid the entrance door open, and chiaki welcomed himself in like the sun in the sky every morning. you were sure your house lit up a little. his eyes were so bright, at 6 in the morning. chiaki really was some kind of a superhuman.

“i have some tickets for the observatorium!!”, he started, fishing two little papers out of his pocket and holding them out to you. the blue shimmered with a purplish color–did this man get you two vip tickets so early? in disbelief, you grabbed the two invitations. “sorry for waking you up so early.. the best time is in the morning. we can also go tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

now, could you reject his puppy eyes?

with you in the group, kanata has to mother you all. when you’re together, chiaki feels even more excited than usual. the amount of energy he gets in addition is incredible–he can go on for hours as long as you’re with him, because he feels motivated. it hasn’t gone unnoticed by anyone that since you joined the unit, chiaki shone even brighter on variety shows especially–ryuseitai takes part in more fun and childish activities. he finds himself enjoying team games especially, since he gets to pair up with you and play with his friends! aren’t the games the most fun part? the public finds your team games the most entertaining as well, so there is no reason for him to stop taking up these offers. ryuseitai reaches a new peak with every game show, really.

during rough times, chiaki will be your hero, as you are his. don’t you worry about anything, he’ll take care of it. whatever you’re struggling with, chiaki and the rest of ryuseitai will always be there to back you up! their bond is very different compared to other units, there’s an unity in ryuseitai that can’t be described with words. it’s like a big, big family. you don’t have to be a hero all the time, you know? it’s okay to cry sometimes, it’s okay to be vulnerable! chiaki will protect you, he’ll be a hero when you can’t be! he hopes that you would do the same for him.

his favourite moments are the moments after long days. when you’re both tired from performing in those heavy suits, voices a little bit rough from singing. on those days where you find yourself marching along the shore, drawing patterns in the sand and watching the waves scrape away at them. while chiaki is a more excitable, energetic person that picks more active outings, those moments of peace make him feel united to you. sometimes, the rest of ryuseitai joins in to watch the sunset. these fleeting, little moments are captured in a tiny album for your eyes only. you sometimes forget that they exist until you check that book, but when you do, you remember them fondly. isn’t your chiaki the best hero?

[starks-hero]

Bucky on Ice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky spend a Christmas date ice skating. Hilarity ensues.

Word Count: 547

Warnings: none

16 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Bucky had always prized himself on his agility, his stealth, his ability to get from one point to another with minimal effort. Yet now he lay in a crumpled pile in the middle of an ice skating rink whilst children skated circles around him. Humiliation was putting it mildly.

You stood above him, perfectly still as the Christmas lights lining the rink cast a halo around your head. Bucky almost considered staying down in the icy cold if only to take in the sight a little longer.

But when you offered him your gloved hand, he took it.

“Come on.” Your voice was laced with laughter and amusement. “Let's try again.”

Bucky had just clambered back to his feet when the skates betrayed him and sent him stumbling into you again. He couldn't control his body or steady his feet. And as he battled to keep himself upright you couldn't help but laugh.

A new sense of determination filled Bucky's eyes and he attempted to skate towards you, if only to put an end to your mockery. But his attempt failed and his back greeted the ice once again. He sighed at the sound of your laughter.

“I'm starting to think you're enjoying this.”

“Enjoying what?” you asked.

“Watching me fall on my ass.”

“And what makes you think that?” You tried to mask your amusement as Bucky begrudgingly accepted your help up. Your hand remained on his arm, steadying him until he was somewhat upright.

From there you start slowly, kicking off one foot and inching forward. Bucky follows suit, but where your movements are elegant and refined, his are fruitless and ungraceful.

You practically dragged him around the rink, Bucky's feet continuously going from under him as if he were a fawn that had stumbled onto a frozen lake. The other skaters watched with a combination of amusement and judgement but you remain blissfully ignorant to their stares.

Laughter and jokes fill the limited space between you and Bucky and each time you pulled him up from the ice after yet another fall he'd place a chilled kiss to your cheek.

“I think I'm getting the hang of it,” Bucky quipped once he'd finally pushed away from you and managed to skate a few feet without biting the ice. And after another fifteen minutes of trial and error, he was, almost boastfully, skating right alongside you.

On your third lap of the rink together he offered you his hand and you humoured him. His confidence grew, and he had just begun to speed up when the blades of his skates sudden hit a nick in the ice.

Bucky planted with an undignified yelp and due to his hand remaining tightly around yours, you followed him. Unlike Bucky, you received the privilege of falling onto a sturdy chest rather than the freezing floor of the rink.

“Thanks for joining me, doll.” Bucky's lips turned up in a teasing smirk. He released your hand and rested his freezing cold glove against the side of your face.

You shrugged playfully. “You looked lonely.”  

Bucky's amused chuckle was shortened as your lips pressed to his. Above you, someone made a fleeting complaint about the space you and Bucky were taking up. Neither of you paid them any attention.

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[justkending]

Is that seriously your password? (Birthday One-shots)

Prompt: Is that seriously your password?

Challenge: justkending Birthday drabbles and one-shots

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: This was asked for a by anon, so thank you to whoever you may be! I thought this was cute little one-shot once it came to me! Also, coming up with the password took me a seconds, but then I heard Sebastian's voice in my head and well... Here we are;)

“Hey FRIDAY? Who all from the team is in the compound?” Y/N shouted from Tony’s lab where she was working on a new piece of equipment for her uniform. 

“Everyone is out either on a mission or off the compound premises for personal business,” the AI responded. “However, Sergeant Barnes is in the living room reading.” 

“He works. Can you ask him to come down here?” she continued, never breaking from her computer screen she was typing away on in front of her.

“Of course,” FRIDAY responded before going quiet for a minute and speaking back up. “He seemed rather confused by the request, but he’s on his way.”

“Always paranoid that one,” Y/N mumbled before shouting a thank you and going back to typing a storm. 

A few minutes later, Bucky cautiously peaked through the glass doors to the lab and saw Y/N completely entranced in whatever she was working on in front of her. She was typing and scanning the screen quickly and then immediately turning to a notebook beside her to write whatever it was down. 

“Why are you calling me down here out of all people?” he said almost concerned. 

“Because everyone else is either fighting bad guys or off away from the compound doing their own thing,” she responded, finally breaking away from her computer screen upon hearing his voice. 

“Oh,” he nodded before looking around and hesitantly coming in more. 

He didn’t care to come down to Stark’s personal man cave much. Tony still threw sarcastic insults and passive jokes at him every once in a while even though they had made up and moved on. But it was Tony. He was kinda that way with everyone. Either way, they only really crossed paths if they absolutely needed too. 

“Here, come here for a second,” she waved him over, pushing back her chair as she stood up and stretched some. 

Bucky listened even though his face showed he was confused and hesitant about it all. It wasn’t Y/N either. They were actually good friends after all the missions and team dinner and movie nights of getting to know each other. They shared a lot in common. She was an old soul for a pretty young member of the crew and Bucky admired that. Because of her mannerisms and interest, they got a long rather quick. It made it easy for them to instantly click. 

“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw her raise her hands and projections of pieces of her suit for missions popped up in pieces in the air with what looked like notes and statistics floating around them. The blueprints for it all lit up in front of them without a screen to stay on. He may never get used to the advancement of technology because anytime he saw something new, something crazier would pop up soon after.

“I came up with some new little tricks for my suit. It’s not not a bad outfit, but there’s always something new that can be better and improved,” she shrugged, moving the pieces around in the air with her fingers. 

Oh yeah, and next to Tony and Banner, the woman could maneuver through almost any form of technology as if it was as easy as learning how to count to 10 on your fingers. 

“I only have the metal on the bottom of my boots, and it’s worked for this long. But, I feel like there’s ways I can discreetly add more throughout the suit without weighing it down, making it easier to maneuver when I’m airborne.”

Another note to know, Y/N was an enhanced. She had the ability to bend and manipulate any form of metal. So the metal that Tony had built into her shoes made it to where she could lift herself off ground level and fly. However, through trial and error, they noticed that they couldn’t really add it to many other places as it weighed her down and made fighting a lot less agile. Don’t get it wrong though. She made it work. She just preferred it to be better. 

“Sounds like a smart idea.” He paused in the silence as she continued to analyze the layout in front of her silently. “Did you just want company to show off that big brain of yours, or am I supposed to give you an opinion?” 

He was sassy with her. She was sassy back. It was the way of their friendship for the most part. 

“No, Barnes. I need you to give me your password,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him with a stink face before moving back to the computer. He chuckled at her facial expression and followed her to her setup. 

“Why do you need my password? You have your own account,” he questioned, watching as she went to log into the files under SHIELD's confidentials. 

“No, actually. Mine went caput last night,” she huffed. “Some weird glitch happened, don’t ask me how because you would think Stark tech is more advanced, but whatever caused it made my account go haywire. In saying that...” She clicked a few more things moving faster than Bucky could keep up with on the screen. Then she turned to him and leaned back on the counter. “Tony was supposed to make me a new one or fix it, but he bailed on me today for brunch with Pepper... In Capri.” She let out a big breath. “So until he gets back, I’m at a standstill getting the information I need to fix this.” The smile on her face showed she was done telling her story. 

“So you need my password to get confidential information?” he asked, crossing his arms and putting his weight onto one leg. “What kind of confidential stuff are we talking here because I don’t need Tony going through my history and asking me questions I can’t answer,” he pointed with raised eyebrows. 

“Highly doubt he cares or has the time to go through your history, Buck,” she laughed, turning back around and raising her hand with a swift motion bringing the chair to her without actually touching it. 

Bucky looked down at it as it moved and noticed the metal base of it. He was always shocked anytime she used her powers. For one, she was rather graceful with her own for the most part, so the act of watching her do it, was somewhat mesmerizing. But also, he was still trying to wrap his head around people born with abilities like that. Wanda really threw him for a loop the first time he met her. 

Shaking out his head and following to stand by where she was sitting, he argued with her statement. 

“Yeah, I’d think about that again,” he winced. “Out of all the people Tony is going to keep an extra eye on, who do you think it is?”

Y/N paused and turned to him scrunching her nose. 

“Ok, yeah you’re right,” she nodded. Bucky sent her a look in agreement. “But I promise it’s not for anything crazy. I just want to find a resource for the lightest metal we can get our hands on. I think if I can get some of that, I can place it throughout my suit to not weigh it down as much and make any hand to hand combat about 100x easier and more fluent.”

“Sounds like a solid plan. What file do you think is going to hold something like that?” he nodded, crossing his arms again and leaning his backside on the table facing her in her chair. 

“The same one that talks about vibranium,” she sassed some. “I just want to run some analytics to see my options on what will be most malleable for the suite. Some metals may be lighter, but that doesn’t always mean suitable for tons of kinesthetic motions.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” he shook his head, smiling at her. 

“I know. I got the beauty and brains,” she smiled with a shrug, but she was playing around. Y/N was never one to boast about herself. She was as humble as Tony was egotistical. “Ok, enough small talk. What’s your password, Barnes?”

All that was left to do on the page she had pulled up was type in said password and she was in. 

“Uh, I don’t really want to say it outloud,” he said, becoming bashful all of a sudden. His arms tightening around him self consciously. 

“Why?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. “Scared I’ll remember it and hack your account? May just search for some things that Tony would love to tease you about.”

“Haha,” he said flatly. “And no. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re too nice for that,” he responded. “It’s just. It’s an embarrassing password.”

“It can’t be that bad. Come on, just say it Mister so I can get my research done!” she persisted, poking his flesh arm. 

“Here, let me just type it,” he said, moving to the keyboard. 

“Nuh-uh,” she said moving the keyboard with a flick of her wrist out of his reach. Damn practically everything for having some form of metal in it. “I’m too intrigued now. I want to know what it is…” The mischievous gleam in her eye showed Bucky he probably wasn’t going to win this. 

“What happened to your sweet innocent self?” he said slightly shocked by her antics, but not able to hold back a chuckled. 

“It’s her off day today. She needed a break… And a little fun,” she smiled wider. “Come on. Just tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“I don’t think you can keep that promise.”

“Have I ever not?” 

“I mean that one time when you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes because I was having a bad day, and then ditched me for a mission,” he noted. The fake hurt was exaggerated in his eyes. 

“Hey! I have no control over when something like that comes up,” she pointed at him. “You know that too on a personal level.”

“Still never got those pancakes though,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh as he shook his head. 

“Ugh, fine. How about this?” she started, leaning back in her chair. “You tell me your password, and if I laugh then I go make you those famous pancakes now. If I don’t laugh, you have to drop that whole thing and not bring it up again.”

He weighed his options watching her. The two staring into each others eyes bargaining in silence. Sure Bucky didn’t want to say his password, but worse case scenario she laughed, maybe teased him a litt, but he got pancakes. And he knew she would laugh… 

“Fine. But just know, I like my pancakes with extra chocolate,” he sighed, relaxing his muscles some. “And whip cream.”

“Won’t need to. I’m tough enough to not react to whatever it is,” she smiled, bringing the keyboard back over. “Ok, so what is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute. God, he hated saying it outloud. Not that he really ever had to, but still. It was embarrassing. 

“It’s… It’s WienerSoldier1917,” he mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said with wider eyes. She heard him, but she was wondering if she heard him right. 

“The W and S are capitalized…” he practically whispered looking down. When he didn’t hear a response but insead deafening silence, he looked over seeing her biting her lip and trying her best to suppress a laugh. Her face became slightly red and her eyes started blinking fast as she tried to pull herself together. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting those pancakes,” he sighed with a shake of his head, not being able to hold back his own soft smile. 

Not even two seconds later, Y/N was in a laughing fit. Practically falling out of the chair. If Bucky hadn’t caught her when he did, she would have gone over the side and brought the chair down with her, but he casually kept the chair from tipping with one arm. 

“Oh, that’s just too good,” she finally got out after a few minutes of full on, stomach aching laughing. She wiped her eyes at the few tears that had come down and shook her head. “Is that seriously your password?”

“You know Tony came up with it! And he knows I don’t know how to change it!” Bucky defended.

“Oh, Tony. What a comedian…” Y/N sighed, catching her breath. “Ok, back to business.” She typed in the password not being able to hold back yet another round of laughs as she typed it out. Bucky just rubbed his temple as she went about her research and giggled. 

After pulling up a few things, she turned to him.

“Ok, I own you a batch of pancakes now,” she smiled, standing and organizing the desktop. “I’ll come back and finish up down here later.”

“You’re not even upset you laughed, are you?” Bucky said following her in step to the door. 

“Oh, I knew I was going to already with how you were acting. I also knew I was hungry and up for something sweet anyway,” she shrugged. “Win, win for me.”

“You’re a punk,” Bucky faked shock, nudging her shoulder with his own before opening the door for her. 

“Eh, like I said. Sweet-innocent Y/N, as you called her, has a day off,” she smiled up at him before wrapping her arm through his. “Hey, and after breakfast? I’ll show you how to change your password,” she looked up at him with a wink.

The two chuckling and talking as they walked upstairs arm and arm to the kitchen.

My Lovelies forever:

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[anonair]

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐝- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞. pt 2

Part 1: Here

This is Part 2.

NOT PROOFREAD

𝐭𝐰: 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩??

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Roman has just cancelled his big title match and is now on his way home to Amara. Will he be protesting his love for her or coming to help her move out?

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ.

After two hours waiting for roman, Amara found that the whole time she just stood in their bed thinking of how this conversation would come about. Would he hate her for sending a text like that in the first place?

She didn’t know, but all she could think about was him coming in the house angry. She didn’t want him to be mad at her, she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. A whole year of being with him- or should I say just carrying the title of girlfriend because he wasn’t home most of the time. She started thinking it was her fault because she knew what she was signing up for.

Being so consumed in her thoughts made time fly by quickly because it went from being 8 to 10:50 in what felt to her like 20 minutes. She heard the door open and the rolling of wheels and felt her body go into shock. She didn’t know if she should get up and approach him or just sit back and wait til he got to her. In the time she was thinking, the door had closed and she had heard his footsteps growing louder as he got closer to the room she was in. She sat up on the bed and looked up to see Romans big figure standing in the doorway. “I want you out.” He said, his voice cracking. He sniffled, a clear sign he was emotional. She got up, letting out a sigh. She knew this was coming.

Though he was emotional, he couldn’t help but to let out a laugh. Amara looked back at him, confusion written all over her face. Before she could speak, Roman walked closer to her. He stood in front of her, leaning his body against the nightstand beside their king size bed. “Do you really think I’d just tell you to get out like that?” He chuckled, but she didn’t find that funny. She could feel her tears pooling in her eyes. “That’s not funny, Roman. This is serious.” She said. She sighed and though his joke wasn’t funny, she couldn’t help but to feel relieved when he said he was joking. Roman cupped her hands in his, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the backs of her hands. “If you think this isn’t going to work, it’s best if we just end things now.”

Amara’s heart sank to her stomach. She didn’t think those words would be coming out of his mouth and the realization of life without Roman hit her like a train at full speed. She knew she was the one who initiated this by sending the text in the first place, but him agreeing made her realize just how much she loved him. “Wait- Just like that?” She mumbled, her chocolate brown eyes meeting his. She could tell he didn’t know what to say. It was like he didn’t know how to assess this situation. Were his feelings as real as she had believed them to be? Amara started rethinking their relationship again, but the fact that she was contemplating their love again made her feel worried. “I don’t know what to say.” He said, sniffling again. “So, you agree we should stop seeing each other and just throw a year of our lives out?” She said, her voice growing angry in tone. Romans eyebrows furrowed, he looked like he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle. “I don’t know, Amara. What do you want me to say?” His voice grew louder as the tension grew between the two of them. Amara slipped her shoes on, walking away angrily. You could clearly hear the sound of her feet as she started walking toward the closet they shared. “So you mean to tell me you feel nothing? After all this time you feel NOTHING about me leaving?” She said, practically yelling. She didn’t know why she was getting angry- After all, she was the one who called for the break. “You looked so upset on live television earlier and you mean to tell me that right now you have perfect composure?” She shook her head, starting the hunt for her suitcase. She couldn’t believe that he had no emotions and here she was having anxiety the whole time. As she was looking for her suitcase, Roman was still in the same spot keeping his composure- That was until he got up, making his way to the closet and facing Amara. “What do you want from me? Do you want to see me in tears? Begging you to stay? Will that even work?” As he spoke you could hear the intensity in his voice. The cracks in his voice revealing his true feelings toward the situation.

A single tear streamed down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it and took a breath. “Maybe that type of affection is what I’ve been searching for this whole time. You’re never here and when you are, its like your mind is in another place and nine times out of ten, it is!” She sighed, finding her suitcase and placing it on the bed, unzipping it. Roman stopped her before she could fully unzip the suitcase. “I love you. I’m sorry I don’t say it enough, but I love you with every fiber of my being.” He broke down. What was once a man with his walls up became a man begging for her to stay. This changed everything for Amara. For once, she felt like she could try again. She sensed a glimmer of hope for their future. As the tears streamed down their face, Amara stood on her tippy toes and leaned in for a kiss. Roman leaned down to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a salty kiss against her lips. “I love you, please stay.” He managed to mumble those words while your lips were still pressed against each others. All the anger he had felt for him felt like it went away. This is what she needed from the start; He was actually showing that he cared.

Just like that, the two couldn’t stay mad at each other. Though they may have faced man trials and error in their relationship, they couldn’t live without each other.

[dreamingpartone]

you're one of my favorite artist, i just adore your art style!! and if you dont mind explaining a bit, can i ask how you get all those bright colors to look harmonious and put together in your art? your coloring style is gorgeous and id really love to learn a bit about how it works <3

thank you so muuch, I’m so glad you like it!! <3

and that is a very good question that I will try my best to answer…!! to be honest, some of it is just trial and error, but I would say it mostly comes down to a bit of patience and colour theory knowledge (and probably also the benefit of my favourite yellow-blue colour combo, which I use a lot)

*general disclaimer that there’s no wrong way to use colour and that most of this is just stuff I’ve absorbed over years of art exposure and my own practice; I am by no means an expert*

the obvious place to start:

COLOUR WHEEL BASICS!

Admittedly, it’s not really something I think about consciously anymore, but I think understanding the basic combinations/groupings of the colour wheel (warm and cool colours, complementary, analogous, etc) is particularly useful when it comes to bright colours

To look at it in practice: a majority of my art can be broken down into a complementary colour scheme (usually warm yellows and cooler blues), then the addition of one or two other prominent colours, and then a spread from there

For example, this asny piece is just the primary colours (red, yellow, blue) + everything on one side of the colour wheel:

The yellows and oranges contrast nicely with the blues and purples, and then I’ve got my red-pinks which both pop out and blend with the other colours

I also made sure to use all those colours across different areas of the artwork (e.g. the ribbons match each others’ clothes, the cloud colours crossover, etc), which leads me to...

PLACEMENT!

When I’m using a lot of bright colours, I find placement can be just as important as actual colour choice itself. And that’s probably where a sense of harmony comes into it too!

Where you put certain colours can dictate the overall balance of a piece, and how your gaze is directed. Often, unless I want the focus to be on a specific area, I’ll make sure any bold colours are used at least twice across a larger artwork

(Like how I mentioned for the previous piece; there’s a lot of matching colours between their outfits and the background, and it works with the composition in moving your eye across the whole thing)

However, obviously, you can use colour placement in the opposite way (as a single source) to make a focal point as well!!

Like one of my few successful uses of bright green (which, for anyone paying attention, is something I don’t often touch with my yellow-blue preferences...) is in this Kiss artwork:

and I suspect it works here because your eye is drawn down the piece anyway. Plus, it’s mingled with flowers that have the same colours from the rest of the image, so it still strikes enough of a balance overall

Other Things To Note!

I try to pay attention to the value (how light or dark a colour is/how close it is to white or black) of the colours I'm using — particularly in relation to the subject and background, because that’s gonna determine contrast and depth between them

I'm not super fussed about making lighting look ~realistic~. I’d rather get a mood across, so that gives me a bit of leeway with colouring!

One of the last steps in my process is often adding a blue fill layer set to ‘lighter colour’ and a yellow set to ‘darker colour’ which kind of helps blend tones together as well

Oh and hot tip that basically every artist gets told: if you’re going for vibrancy, avoid using black or grey to adjust the shade of your colours. I pretty much always use blues or purples as my darkest colour (aside from lineart and select details)

Also, START SIMPLE!!

I never go into an artwork knowing exactly how colourful I’ll make it. Quite frankly it’d be daunting jumping from a sketch to “yes I will use ALL the bright colours in this one :)” !!! so for me it’s about beginning with a rough idea and editing and/or adding colours from there

(And actually, any artists out there struggling to balance colours, I feel like it might be a useful exercise to limit your palette to say, 3 or 4 colours (a light, a dark, and something in between) and then slowly add more variation to see what works or what doesn’t?)

It isn’t the most colourful, but I think a useful example of this is my Karasuno piece bc it had a specific colour scheme that I had to balance across fourteen different outfits. So to keep my sanity I just started with the same orange, cream, two blues, and “black”, and refined it from there:

To conclude: there are multiple things going on to make sure my colours look good together — some conscious choices, some more intuitive... And I'm still learning/trying new things/getting it wrong sometimes, but that’s just a part of the art process :’)

Anyway I have definitely talked enough here but if you want me to explain anything else or if this raises more questions, let me know!!

[swan-of-sunrise]

Spellbinding (Chapter Fifteen)

Summary: (Y/N)’s first solo mission as the Cosmic Sorceress takes an unexpected turn, and she begins to notice some worrying developments with her magic.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Fifteen January 2nd, 2016 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

“I’m really sorry about your nose, Sam…I-I could try healing it for you? I’m not very good at it, but I might be able to stop the bleeding just a little…”

Although partially obscured by a handful of blood-soaked tissues, (Y/N) could just make out a glimmer of amusement in the man’s dark brown eyes as he shook his head. “Nope, I’m good, I think I prefer the old-fashioned way of fixin’ broken noses. And stop apologizin’ so much, (Y/L/N), you landed that punch fair and square!”

“Birdbrain’s right, (Y/N), he walked right into it.” Natasha smirked and handed Sam another tissue. “You two should know that I had to kick Barnes out of the training room ‘cause he was laughing so hard.” Sam ambled away towards the restroom, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath as he went. “Your hand-to-hand combat has definitely improved over the past two months; tomorrow, I’ll get Steve or Thor to spar with you so we can really see how far you’ve come.”

“Mm-hmm.” (Y/N) had only been half-listening, as her attention was focused on her bandage-wrapped right hand; she could still recall the rush of fury swirling inside of her after ducking Sam’s attack and the unmistakable feeling of satisfaction when the tell-tale sound of a nose breaking filled the training room. Replaying the incident in her mind caused (Y/N)’s stomach to churn uncomfortably; she’d never been entirely comfortable with violence yet she understood that its necessity came with being an Avenger, but what she’d felt earlier had been something else entirely. It reminded her all too much of the frequent nightmares she’d been having about her parents and the destruction they’d caused in their lifetime, and that realization shook her to the core.

“You okay?” Natasha’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “That was a pretty hard punch, are you sure your hand’s not hurt? We could get Bruce to-”

“I’m fine, Nat, it’s only a little sore; I’ll be sure to ice it later.” (Y/N) gave her a quick smile and began unwrapping the bandages from her hands. “So, have you gotten a chance to begin listening to Good Omens yet?”

That seemed to do the trick. Unbeknownst to most of the team, Natasha Romanoff was secretly turning into quite the bookworm and would regularly consult (Y/N) for reading recommendations; she preferred to listen to audio books as opposed to reading print, which was why their teammates were unaware of her new passion, and she’d even taken to listening to them while she trained. (Y/N) had quickly learned that books were currently the only thing that could distract the usually observant spy, and this time she was not disappointed. “Yeah, I’ve gotten through the first three chapters already and I really like it so far. I-”

“Miss (Y/L/N),” The robotic voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. filled the training room. “You have been assigned to a mission by Director Fury.”

“What’s the mission, J.A.R.V.I.S.?”

“The apprehension of one Antoine Garmiena, a known Hydra enforcer. Our agents have tracked his whereabouts to a hotel in Vancouver, Canada and Director Fury has assigned only you the task of arresting him. The Quinjet will depart in one hour and when you land, you will be met by a CIA task force. Do you accept the mission?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, I do. Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S.” Turning back to Natasha, she gave her friend a smile. “Well, I’d better go and get ready. Thank you for such a…productive training session, and I’ll see you later!”

After stopping by her room to take a quick shower and change into her uniform, (Y/N) boarded the Quinjet by herself and was on route to Canada; from her seat near the back of the jet, she was finally able to absorb the fact that this was her first solo mission as an Avenger. To her surprise, the thought of apprehending Garmiena alone didn’t fill her with anxiety; if anything, she was glad for the opportunity to do something on her own after working with the others for so long. If Director Fury and Steve think I’m up to this than I know that I am, she thought with a smile as she continued flicking through the file on Garmiena that Director Fury had given her.

The buzzing of her phone on the seat beside her broke her concentration but when she caught sight of the caller I.D. that popped up, she immediately set the file down to answer it. “Hey, you. Isn’t it almost midnight in Oslo right now?”

“Unfortunately, yes, but since Barton has insisted on watching television all night I figured that calling you would be the best alternative to committing homicide.”

Through her phone’s speaker, (Y/N) heard Clint’s faint retort and couldn’t help but smile through her light scolding. “Loki, that’s no way to start a new year off.”

“That’s easy for you to say, (Y/N), you haven’t had to endure an entire evening of so-called ‘reality television.’ I swear by the Norns, if I hear one more obscenely wealthy housewife complain about something idiotically trivial…”

“Well, it’s a good thing that you called me because I was about to call and tell you I’ve been assigned a mission. I just left for Vancouver and should be back later tonight…and Fury only assigned me to this one.”

“Your first solo mission, then! Congratulations, darling, you’re going to do wonderfully!”

“Thank you, sweetheart, I’ll try to call you once the mission’s complete but I might be stuck in a meeting based on how well I do. And no pranking Clint while you two are on your mission, all right?”

“Fine, but if he continues to annoy me I’ll be forced to retaliate once we return.”

After wishing each other luck and exchanging their love, (Y/N) ended the call and set her phone down; she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to help focus her magic. Through trial and error, she and Loki had discovered that Midgardian meditation practices helped with controlling and centering her magic before missions. Object and intent, she silently chanted, object and intent; the palms of her hands tingled with familiar energy and she peeked through her eyelashes just as her vivid purple magic began to swirl around her hands. Closing her eyes again, she took another deep breath and exhaled as the all-too familiar tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach intensified; the air around her was practically humming with energy and as she worked to control it, she could almost feel-

“We will be landing shortly, Miss (Y/L/N).” J.A.R.V.I.S. announced; startled, (Y/N)’s eyes flew open and the moment her concentration faltered, she suddenly dropped back down into her seat and winced in pain. “I’m terribly sorry, but I could find no other way of informing you of the Quinjet’s status.”

“That’s okay, J.A.R.V.I.S., I didn’t even realize that I’d been…that I’d been levitating.” She carefully got to her feet and adjusted her long black and purple leather coat before fastening her sword to her belt, feeling a little unnerved by her meditation session. “Is the CIA task force prepped and waiting?”

“Yes, Agent Ross just arrived at the helipad and is awaiting your arrival.”

(Y/N) thanked the Artificial Intelligence and continued to ready herself for the mission; she double-checked that her comm link was operational and pressed the button on her glasses to mask their presence, finishing up her tasks just as the Quinjet began its descent. Once it landed smoothly on the helipad, the ramp automatically lowered and she walked out into the frosty air.

“Just once, I’d like it if these Hydra thugs would pick someplace warmer to hide out in. Tahiti would be a nice change of pace, or maybe even Fiji.” Agent Ross quipped, his teeth chattering slightly as he withdrew a gloved hand from his CIA parka’s pocket to shake hers. “It’s good to see you again; I’m glad Fury assigned you to this one ‘cause we’re gonna need more brain and less brawn to finally apprehend this slippery guy.”

Smiling, (Y/N) walked alongside the CIA agent as they entered the warmth-filled building and made their way down a long stretch of hallway. “It’s good to see you too, Agent Ross. How long has Garmiena evaded arrest so far?”

“Over one and a half years, since right before the launching of Project Insight. He was on the CIA’s radar before he was outed as a Hydra operative but since the fall of the original S.H.I.E.L.D., he’s been on the run and almost impossible to track.”

Before she could ask another question, they were escorted into a room by an armed CIA agent and came face-to-face with a group of agents seated around a table. Clad in their tactical gear, the agents perked up when they recognized who she was and began whispering to one another, much to her embarrassment. It had been difficult for her to grow used to being in the public eye, but (Y/N) had finally reached a point in her Avenger career where being recognized in public only made her feel slightly bashful and not on the verge of a full-on panic attack.

As if sensing her discomfort, Agent Ross stepped forward and cleared his throat to grab their attention. “As you’ve already noticed, the Cosmic Sorceress will be working alongside us on this operation. If that’s something you can’t handle in a professional manner, then I have a pile of coloring books and some crayons in my office that you can play with while the adults go to work. Is that clear?” The agents nodded and Agent Ross smiled. “Great. Now, let’s get to work.”

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(Y/N) blocked bullet after bullet fired at her but was forced to throw herself behind a nearby stone wall for cover when she caught sight of the flamethrower being aimed in her direction; clutching the stitch in her side, she yelled into her comm link, “Did you forget to mention that Garmiena’s an enhanced, Agent Ross, or did you just want to surprise me?!”

“This is the first the CIA’s hearing about it; believe me, I’m just as pissed about this as you are! There’s too many of him, I’m calling in backup from Fury-”

“No! By the time they arrive he’ll have already escaped or injured civilians; we just need to think of a new plan.” (Y/N) cautiously rose to take a quick look around the stone wall. The hotel was completely surrounded by CIA agents but they too were taking cover as a dozen versions of Garmiena stood on the roof and fired guns and other weapons at anything that dared move. Out of all the enhanced superpowers I’ve seen as an Avenger, self-duplicating’s got to be the weirdest one yet, she thought to herself. Her eyes landed on the building beside the hotel and after realizing that they were fairly close in height, a plan began to form in her mind. “All right, I think I’ve got something but it might not work…”

“Anything’s better than nothing; what’ve you got?”

Once she and Agent Ross finalized their new plan, (Y/N) took a steadying breath and waited for the signal; sure enough, moments later the agents began returning fire on the south side of the building, giving (Y/N) enough time to sprint out from behind her hiding spot and to the building adjacent to the hotel. Without stopping to question if her plan would even work, (Y/N) summoned her purple-hued magic into her palms and aimed them towards the ground; the overwhelming force of her magic propelled her into the sky at dizzying speed, and in the blink of an eye she had landed on the roof of the building.

Not stopping to admire her newfound magical skill, she ran at top speed towards the rooftop of the hotel and jumped, landing on the roof and somersaulting onto her feet. The duplicates of Garmiena all turned towards her with their weapons at the ready, but (Y/N) thrust her hands outwards and clenched them into fists, watching as each weapon was ripped from their grasp and thrown off the roof. She then raised her arms and forced them downwards, which caused the duplicates to be thrown high into the air before landing harshly onto the roof; one by one, the duplicates blinked into nothingness until just one man was left groaning in pain as he struggled to stand.

(Y/N) strode over to Garmiena, drawing her sword and holding it against his throat to halt his movement. “Antoine Garmiena, on behalf of the Avengers I’m placing you under arrest.” She held her free hand up to her ear and spoke into her comm link. “Target apprehended, requesting assistance on the northeast side of the rooftop.”

“Great work, Cosmic Sorceress; the tac team’s on their way up.”

Garmiena’s brow rose in surprise, and it was then that (Y/N) was struck by the unusual brightness of his hazel eyes. “So, you’re the one they call the Cosmic Sorceress. Tell me, did Stark and Banner create you in that laboratory of theirs or were you blessed by the gods as I was?”

“Apparently you’re just as delusional as they warned me you were. You didn’t receive your enhancement from the gods, you’re one of the countless people who allowed Hydra to experiment on them and in return were used to carry out their bidding. If you’re trying to look for similarities between us, then I suggest you stop now because we have nothing in common.”

He chuckled to himself. “Now who’s the delusional one? The only thing keeping us from being alike is your cowardice.” (Y/N) frowned in confusion and he took the opportunity to continue uninterrupted, his eyes strangely unfocused as he spoke. “I’ve embraced my true identity while you have hidden yours away. You have the chance to fulfill your mother’s quest to rule, yet you squander your power by remaining with the Avengers, Earth’s So-Called Mightiest Heroes.”

(Y/N)’s blood ran cold at his words; clenching her jaw, she pressed her sword into the skin of his neck as her vision began to redden. “What did you just say?”

“Yes, you and I are similar, but I would say you and your mother are more alike than you realize. The fiery tempers, the star-crossed loves and most importantly, the ambition. Deep down, you know that you don’t belong with your pitiful pretend family and once you let them go…” Garmiena grinned widely and although she registered that something was off about the situation, it didn’t do a single thing to quell her growing fury. “You’ll be free to unleash your true potential.”

With a sharp flick of her wrist, (Y/N)’s purple magic swirled tightly around his body and she watched as the smug expression on his face slowly morphed into a grimace of pain. Something deep inside of (Y/N) warned her to stop but she purposefully ignored it, clenching her fingers into a fist to tighten her darkening magic’s hold…

“Stand down, we’ll take him from here.”

Startled, (Y/N) released her hold on Garmiena and looked with widened eyes as he gasped for air and her now scarlet-colored magic faded into nothing. She stumbled backwards and out of the way of the tac team as they hauled Garmiena to his feet and dragged him towards the rooftop doorway; out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Agent Ross approaching. “The CIA owes you a debt of gratitude; zero civilian casualties and minimal property damage is what we like to see in an Avenger.” He glanced over his shoulder and turned back to her with a low whisper. “So, um, about your magic…how does it work? The color, I mean; did you choose purple, or is the color tied to your emotions, like a mood ring or something?”

Tearing her eyes away from the doorway Garmiena disappeared through, (Y/N) met Agent Ross’ curious eyes with a forced smile. “You know, Agent Ross…I’m not really sure.”

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It was well past midnight by the time (Y/N) was able to go back to her suite in the Avengers Tower. She sat through a CIA mission debriefing in Vancouver before boarding the Quinjet and heading back home to New York, only to attend another debriefing in Director Fury’s office. During that time, she hadn’t had the opportunity to reflect on what had occurred on the hotel rooftop but now that she was alone with her thoughts, it was all she could focus on; she spent the entire afternoon and evening learning about Garmiena’s background, and there was absolutely nothing in the CIA or the Avenger’s dossiers that indicated that the Hydra enforcer had any connection to Alfheim. She’d even considered consulting the book King Tarian had gifted her but had quickly changed her mind; the one and only time she’d tried reading it had triggered horrific nightmares that had yet to dissipate, so she kept the book tucked away in her closet, out of sight and out of mind.

But what had worried her the most wasn’t just that Garmiena somehow possessed knowledge of her family, it was that for a split-second, she had lost control of her magic and had done very little to try and regain it. She’d wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel pain for what he’d said and done, and if the CIA tac team hadn’t shown up when they did…she wasn’t sure what would’ve happened. First Tony and Loki, and now Garmiena, she thought to herself as she unfastened her sword from her belt and set it down on her suite’s coffee table, how many more people am I going to needlessly hurt with my magic?

As quietly as she could, (Y/N) crept into the bedroom and glanced over to see Loki already fast asleep; he was stretched out on his back, the blankets pooling at his waist as his bare chest nearly glowed in the darkness, and his expression was peaceful as he slept. Seeing her boyfriend put her at ease, and after silently changing into her pajamas and going about her nighttime routine, she carefully got into bed beside him and made herself comfortable on her right side. She smiled softly when she felt Loki’s arm wrap around her waist and hold her against his chest as he nuzzled his face into her neck and let out a sleepy hum of contentment. “How’d your mission go, my love?”

“Wonderfully.” She lied, ignoring the pang of guilt brought on by her outright deceit. “What about yours?”

“I managed not to kill Barton, so I’d say it went well. Did Garmiena put up much of a fight?”

Instead of answering, (Y/N) smoothed down his sleep-rumpled hair with gentle fingers. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. Okay?”

“…Fair enough. G’night, darling.”

“Goodnight.”

Loki quickly fell back asleep, but (Y/N)’s restless mind refused to let her follow suit. She glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend and after checking that he was indeed asleep, she held a hand out and only hesitated a moment before summoning her magic. To her immense relief, the magic swirling around her hand had returned to its usual purple hue; the longer she laid in bed staring at the tendrils of magic dancing across her palm, however, the more curious she grew. Agent Ross had innocently speculated that her magic’s color was tied to her emotions so to test the theory out, (Y/N) thought about Garmiena’s words and how they’d affected her on the rooftop; though it was difficult, she remembered the white-hot anger that had filled her as her magic tightened its hold around him and she squeezed her eyes closed, part of her too frightened to look.

Don’t be such a coward, (Y/N) scolded herself after several long moments; taking a steadying breath, she slowly opened her eyes. She had to stifle her horrified gasp behind her free hand as her widened eyes stared at the shocking swirls of scarlet magic dancing across her palm.

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A/N: Some more interesting developments! This is the end of the second chunk of this story, and I just wanted to let you all know that there won’t be a new chapter next week but instead the week after. It’s nothing serious, I just need the time to write some more and finish up a couple of my other fics. I’m sorry to make you guys wait a little longer for the next chapter, but I promise that I’ll be back here in two weeks with an update!

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk

Chapter Sixteen

Spellbinding Masterlist

Tagging: @nexiva @ravenclawbitch426 @cminr @confusedfandomwriter @momc95 @nickkie1129 @austynparksandpizza @brooke0297 @destructivebliss @outoftheregular​ @itscomplicatedx​ @0-artemis​ @vivloki​

[samstrugglingwithlife]

Comforting His S/O Who Gets Anxiety In A Crowded Place

Characters: Kyoutani, Kageyama, Tsukishima

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Warning: Anxiety and panic attacks

A/n: I know everyone has different symptoms when it comes to anxiety and panic attacks but I can only write from my own experiences. I did try to research some more from my dad’s medical and psychiatry books. I hope it does not make anyone uncomfortable and please let me know if it does. I am uploading at 5 am yet again, like I should be sleeping but I have insomnia. Other than that enjoy, friends. I’ve tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible but please excuse any slip ups.

KYOUTANI

Kyoutani found out about your anxiety way before the two of you began dating. 

He always had a crush on you, ever since he saw you enter his classroom as a new transfer student in middle school. You were the only one who wasn't scared of him and approached him and befriended him.

One time when the two of you were hanging out, you were being your usual happy-go-lucky self, talking animatedly. Perhaps, Kyoutani was in his more volatile mood, but he snapped and gruffly ordered you to shut up.

He had never been more surprised when he saw you flinch, your breathing becoming erratic, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. He had never seen someone trembling so much.

From that day onwards, Kyoutani made sure to never raise his voice at you or in front of you.

The two of you started dating as soon as you guys graduated from middle school. He was never really very observant, but Kyoutani made an effort to notice when things got too much for you and you started panicking. He immediately removed you from that situation. He had a small list in his head of the things that made you panic. 

One day, the two of you were on a date. You guys were on your way to your favourite cafe. You were happily skipping alongside your boyfriend who was walking beside you, hands shoved in his pockets. 

You didn't realise it at first, but the street you were on began to slowly become crowded. You slowed down a little and inched closer to Kyoutani who let you cling to his arm.

One busy man bumps into you and stumbles a little, he glares at you. You hurriedly bow in an apology. "Watch it! You brat!" he yells. "I-I'm sorry, sir," you squeak out weakly, already starting to tremble. "You made me spill my coffee! Do you know how expensive my shoes are?!" he steps forward threateningly and raises his hand. You yelp and crouch on to the ground, arms flying in front of you to protect yourself. 

The impact never comes. Kyoutani grabs the mans wrist and harshly pushes him away. "Scram," he threatens lowly. With a final curse, the man scrambles to his feet and walks away.

He turns to you, your arms are still raised in front of you, your breathing laboured and gut-wrenching sob escaping your throat. Tears and snot were running down your face. 

His eyes soften as he crouches down in front of you. He takes off his jacket and drapes it over you, covering you from all the prying eyes. You wrap your arms around his middle, he stiffens at first but slowly relaxes, and bury your face in his chest, still sobbing and trying to calm yourself.

Kyoutani stays still and allows you to calm down on your own.

The plan to go to your favourite cafe is cancelled, and the two of you end up back at your house.

You guys lay on your bed, you are tucked in under your blanket with Kyoutani laying right beside you, his arm under your head as you nuzzle into his side. He allows you to sleep off your exhaustion after having a terrible panic attack.

He never complains about your anxiety and makes a conscious effort to not be the cause of it. Although he does not know how to make it go away or to comfort you, he never pushes you away when you seek him out; and that is enough for you.

KAGEYAMA

Kageyama is of very clueless nature. If you tell him that you're panicking, he will look at you confusedly and tell you to not panic like it is that simple. At least that's how it was in the past.

After seeing you be so distressed and anxious two, three times, he learns how tough it is for you an how much you're affected by it.

He now proactively makes an effort to try and comfort you to the best of his abilities. It was a series of trials and errors before he learns what helps you calm down, and he commits it to memory. 

It was the school cultural festival, and the two of you were walking around after your shifts in your respective booths ended. 

Had it been first-year Kageyama, he would have protested vehemently to holding hands in public. But this was a 17 years old Tobio who has been dating you for a good six months. Holding your hand came as easily to him as breathing.

You began to notice how packed the school grounds were and started to feel a sickening feeling in your stomach. You were never really good with crowds and always felt anxious whenever you stepped out in public. 

Your breathing quickened until it became erratic, all sounds became muffled, and everyone going past you became a fast blur. With a small whimper, you crouched on to the ground, tears falling from your eyes as you squeezed them shut, your hands covered your ears to block out all the sounds.

"Y/n!" Kageyama called your name, crouching in front of you. "Y/n!" he called out again, feeling slightly panicked himself. He took a calming breath and gently cupped his hands over yours that were still covering your ears. 

You looked up at him, whimpering and trembling uncontrollably. He looked at you softly, "Let's get outta here, okay?" you nodded, another whimper escaping past your lips.

He helped you to your feet and led you to an empty classroom, Kageyama sat you on a desk and placed your head on his chest. He took calming breaths so you could hear his steady heartbeat.

He didn't move until you completely calmed down. He brought you some snacks and milk. You gingerly ate, not looking at him.

"Sorry..." you mumble. Kageyama sighed and intertwined his fingers with your free hand, "Don't be," he says, almost grumbles.

You smile softly and place a grateful kiss to his cheek. He jolts and flushes a deep red, sputtering. You giggle, "Thank you, Tobio." 

TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima is very observant. After the first time he witnessed you having a panic attack, he researched the shit out of the topic. He looked for ways to help calm down someone with panic attacks and literally memorised every single remedy possible.

When he witnessed your first panic attack, he had no clue what to do other than to hurry up and remove you from the situation. He felt terrible for you and was honestly so scared because you looked about ready to pass out. He promised himself that he would never let that happen ever again.

The two of you were out on a date at the Sendai Museum, eager to see the new exhibit. You had no clue that it would be this crowded.

Tsukishima kept a watchful eye on you, looking for the smallest sign of panic or discomfort. So far, you seemed okay, even pointing out the things you found interesting.

The two of you were walking around the museum when a woman bumped into Tsukishima and spilled her drink on him. She walked away without apologising. "You should go wash it off, " you say as he grumbles curses under his breath.

He sits you down on a bench in a fairly unoccupied area and gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze, "I'll be right back, sit tight okay?" you nod. With a final reassuring squeeze, he leaves to go to the bathroom and wash off the stain.

You notice that more people are starting to filter into the area until it became unbearably crowded. You began feeling nauseous, your head began spinning. You found it hard to breathe, hot tears stung your eyes.

You tried counting backwards from hundred as Tsukishima had taught you once, but you kept messing up which made you grow even more anxious. You wrapped your arms around yourself and bent down until your forehead was resting on your knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

As Tsukishima exited the bathroom and made his way towards the area where he left you, he noticed how crowded it had become. He cursed under his breath and practically ran until you were in his sight.

He saw you on the bench, he could see your shoulders trembling, your head on your knees, and his heart fell to his stomach. He crouched down in front of you and gently called your name, "Y/n?" you jolted but looked up. 

His eyes softened at your state, tears trickling down your cheeks. He swiped his thumbs right under your eyes, wiping your tears away.

"Y/n, focus on me, okay?" you nod, still sobbing. "Take a deep breath, like this," he says and inhales deeply, you follow his actions. He does this breathing exercise with you until you have calmed down enough to get up.

He leads you to a corner where there aren't many people and holds you in his arms. "Sorry, I shouldn't have left," he says looking down at you, holding your hands. You shake your head, "It's not your fault, Kei."

"Wanna go home?" he asks. You shake your head again, "No, I wanna watch the new prehistoric exhibition." 

"Are you sure?" he asks. You smile up at him, "Yeah. Just stay by my side." He answers you by giving your hand a firm squeeze. 

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hey ♡ you know, all your colourings are beautiful and perfect and this is no secret. but the way you coloured ptd jeongguk solo scene is M A G I C 😭 so i came here to ask if you think about someday doing a tutorial on how to fix scenes that have a weird filters. please 😭 you're so talented!

hi! i'm sorry for answering this late, but i wanted to give a thorough response to this. i’m always so flattered by your praise and this means a lot coming from you in addition to everyone else who complimented my coloring in the tags on my PTD gifset. thank you! :’) 

a few of those gifs only had a couple adjustment layers on them while other ones took a few extra minutes to work on. luckily, i had the good sense to save the coloring on the jungkook gif specifically as a psd just in case anyone wanted to see the before and after because it was the one that needed the most attention. 

so i’m gonna put some tips and tricks under the cut that are helpful for me when it comes to working with footage in low light or working around the original color grading. i’m not the best at explaining things, so i recommend checking out this detailed tutorial as well. hope it helps!

first, here’s a gif where you can see the before and after.

the original shot is pretty dark and orangey, so in order to brighten it and work around that (but still maintain integrity of the scene and his skin tone) your best friends here are gonna be the curves and selective coloring tools. 

all my gifs start with a curves layer to fix the white balance of the scene if need be. you do this simply by using the black and/or white eyedropper tools, like the tutorial i linked says, depending on how dark the scene is. this takes a lot of practice and trial and error before you get it right. usually, i just use the white dropper tool first and pick a white point in the scene, then i do the same with the black dropper, but it’s not always necessary. 

in this case, neither the black or white dropper tools in RGB mode where giving me any decent results. that’s when desperation kicks in and you test it out in the red, green, or blue options in the drop down menu in your curves layer. since this scene is so red, i chose red. then i used the white eyedropper tool and clicked on his teeth. boom, i got something.

here’s what my gif suddenly looked like with only the curves layer at 100%.

i could have left it alone, but i turned the opacity of the layer down to 70% so i was left with this.

then i went on to add a levels adjustment. the the far right slider is my favorite because just moving it the slightest bit to the left always makes a gif look like someone turned the lights on lol. i then did some minor selective coloring like bumping up the blacks and adjusting the reds to warm it back up the tiiiiniest bit and now i have this.

from there i added my hue/saturation and vibrance layers. then i added a deep blue photo filter at 10% density and a gradient map at 20%, which are just some of my own personal touches.

here’s the finished gif!