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chelscait · 7 months

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porkie pies save innocent minds. | Mary Earps

category: fluff.

summary: too caught up in how much you missed your wife, you forgot there were a pair of innocent little ears upstairs.

word count: 3k.

warnings: a weeny bit suggestive, mentions of abuse. btw she's so mother in this gif.

You had been waiting eagerly all afternoon for your wife to enter the front door, only distracting yourself from the thought when you had Marnie around. However, now that she was tucked away in bed, your impatience was now seeping through your skin, and you had the attention span of a carrot while you tried to watch the series that was on low volume on the TV, only because you didn't want to disturb your daughter's sleep.

Marnie was a mini-representation of Mary, a hyperactive and high-maintenance three year old who will forever have a case of verbal diarrhoea now that she knows how to hold a sentence. You did find yourself staring at her blankly when the most random phrases spilled out of her mouth more than often, but that happens with Mary too, so you were used to it, always carrying on the conversation with another question.

It was very quiet when the house only had you conscious in it; it was too silent, and you felt uncomfortable now that you had gotten used to the continuous noise that was usually flowing around you. You wouldn't change it for the world, which is why you are in this state as of now.

Mary had been gone for way over a month, nearing two, for England and the World Cup, and you had missed her like crazy- in all aspects. You weren't able to go to Australia to watch her because of work, and you would have if you could have, but you knew a three year old and time zones would have also driven you mad.

You were craving adult touch, your partners touch to the point where you would do anything- the frustration mixed with the impatience- and you found yourself looking towards the door every minute, huffing when you saw no movement through the frosted glass.

The glass of wine in front of you was dry; there was nothing left in the glass, and you exasperated as you chucked the blanket off your lap, snatching the glass from the table and making your way to the kitchen to grab the last contents of the bottle, not bothering with pouring it in the glass and instead taking a swig from the bottle.

You heard a clearing of a throat mid-sip, turned your head with the bottle still pressed against your lips, and found your lover leaning against the wall with her eyebrow raised at the odd behaviour she doesn't normally see from you.

She stood up straight from where she was leaning as you strode over to her. "Are you oka-"

She didn't get to finish as you smashed your lips against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers found their place around your waist. She moaned into the kiss out of surprise before she relaxed, her touch trailing down towards your ass as you both feverishly attacked each other's lips.

You whined against her lips as her grip tightened, your vulnerability allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth as well as lifting you up into her arms with ease. She adjusted you in her hold while your lips were still pressed together, still not departing for air, before she moved you both towards the sofa. It was too much to make the journey to your bedroom.

"I've missed you so much." She whispered against your skin as her mouth trailed down your neck, nibbling and sucking before she found your weak spot- the starved sensations making the sensitivity heighten.

"Mary, baby, please." You whined as you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her in closer.

"Here?"

"Anywhere, please.. I just need you."

During the whole occasion, you found it harsh to admit that the both of you completely forgot you were not alone, too mixed up in the emotions to remember your curious little girl upstairs who, as you now thought about it, was probably waiting for her mama in secret also. You had woken up under your bedsheets, even though you seemed to have done everything downstairs. You were grateful that it was Saturday, as it meant you had a whole two days as a family to catch up.

Eyes squinting from the sunlight that crept through your curtains, you turned towards your wife's body to snuggle into her further and shield yourself from the brightness. She responded by pulling you in closer before softly falling back to sleep again, which was the opposite for you, but you blamed it on her jet lag, so you did everything you could to ensure she was as comfortable as possible.

Your thoughts drifted as you stared at the wall from where your head rested on her chest, tracing small shapes on whatever bit of bare skin you could reach. Funnily enough, you had managed to put some clothes back on last night, and you found yourself in Mary's pink England top.

So far in the distance, you didn't hear the little feet pattering across the hallway towards your closed-over door before you felt movement on the bed, your head whipping up with a gasp to spot the cheeky grin of your daughter as she sat at the end of the bed, eager to pounce on her mama.

"Hey, baby.." You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you lifted your arm up as an invitation for her to join in your snuggle. She shuffled up the bed, and you realised what she was about to do, quickly catching her small frame before she could do so. "Mama's asleep, honey; she's very tired. Give her a few more minutes."

She nodded into your chest, fiddling with your hair as she watched Mary sleep, awaiting one small bit of movement before she could start her attack. Luckily for her, she moved a bit in her sleep, and your reaction time was not good enough for the little girl as she sprung up from your lap, falling straight on top of Mary with full bodyweight.

She groaned as she felt the unexpected impact before she opened her eyes to find a head of knotted hair in her face, which would take you a while to tame later.

"Awh, hey squidge." Her voice was hoarse with sleep, but she built up enough enthusiasm for the first time she had seen her baby in so long, pulling Marnie more comfortably in her arms and giving her a squeeze with lots of kisses added to the mix. Her giggles echoed around your room as they both wrestled the kisses, which had turned to tickles. Your wife ended up blowing raspberries, which made the volume heighten with her laugh in the mix.

Mary leaned back after she ran out of breath, Marnie wiggling in her lap, still in a fit of giggles with her pyjama shirt ridden up, and yourself reaching out to pull it back down.

"You alright, missus?" She reached out to tickle her once more before sitting up against the bed frame like you, reaching out a hand for you to hold to fulfil her hunger.

Your daughter, still sprawled out sideways, sat up and crawled towards the middle of you both before cocooning over Mary in a big bear hug.

"Can you play with me today?" She mumbled with a pout, her fringe sticking each and every way as your wife tried to tame it by brushing it to the side.

"Of course I can." She smiled, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. "Guess what? I can play with you all week."

Marnie sat up as quick as she could with a big smile etched on her face. "Can we go to the park? Can we get ice cream? Can we go see Grandma?" She exclaimed, gasping at every new suggestion that came to her developing mind as she bounced up and down on your wife's stomach in excitement. "Can we go feed the ducks?"

"Yes, yes, yes, and yes!"

"Well, before you do all that, Marnie, do you remember what else you have to do?"

"Spelling.." She murmured with a cute pout on her lips, giving puppy eyes to Mary to try and make her tell her that she doesn't have to.

"We'll have to do that first, then, monkey." Mary raised her eyebrows with a serious look before pulling her forward and lifting her out of bed with her, adjusting her on her hip before pinching the hem of her top down, which got creased in the making. "But first, breakfast. Who wants pancakes?"

"ME!" She squealed, wiggling out of Mary's hold, before rushing off towards the door, where she impatiently waited for your wife to make a move, hanging on the door handle. Mary leant down to kiss you before she felt a tug at her shirt, conclusively being pulled away (exaggeratedly) to give the hungry child what she wanted.

You trekked down the stairs to your wife dancing around the kitchen whilst watching over your three year old that was sitting atop the counter, nicking a few strawberries from the freshly prepared bowl, making sure to avoid the banana that also resided inside. She was suspiciously quiet as she munched on them, and you grabbed a bit of kitchen role to wipe up the remnants that dripped down her fingers. She'd usually be nagging your ears off about some odd dream she experienced in her sleep.

"Are you having pancakes too, love?" You heard your wife ask as you wiped Marnie's lip away from any residue before turning towards your wife, who's placed her arms around your waist, pressing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Can never turn down your special dish; it's the only one you can actually cook." You lean your head back to face her, stroking your finger over her cheek before moving away to prepare anything else. Hearing your wife gasp, you giggled, and she smacked your bum from a distance, stepping closer to you when you kept laughing before stopping in her tracks when she heard a cry.

You both froze as you heard a weak 'no', turning around to find your daughter in tears with a stray strawberry in her lap.

"What's wrong, squidge?" Mary placed the pan back on the counter, and Marnie stared at it like it was the worst thing she had ever seen. You were both shocked by her sudden change in behaviour, and Mary was the first one to get to her, but she shuffled back. Your wife turned her head towards you, and you made a move, reaching out for the usual cheeky girl before you, and she climbed into your arms as quickly as possible.

You hushed her as she sobbed in your arms, rocking her sideways as you looked at a distraught Mary from over her shoulder. She shrugged as to the idea of what could have spurred the moment on- just as confused as you were. Marnie calmed down but kept her head buried in your neck, sniffling a few times.

"Do you want to tell us what's wrong, lovely? We hate seeing you so upset." You asked, your voice full of sympathy.

It took a few moments before she lifted her head up; her bed hair had evolved into a mass of mess, and you tried your best to brush it away from her face. You watched with her as she looked back at her mama, eyes full of worry, and she turned to gaze back at you as her eyes teared up.

"Talk to you."

"Okay, talk to me, baby."

"No, own." She mumbled, although coherently, and your mouth was kept open by the statement, empathetically looking at Mary as if a bomb had just dropped. Her shoulders slumped, and she stared down at the floor, her face full of hurt and confusion as to her baby's sudden distaste. She mouthed a 'what?' to you as she lifted her head back up, her lips wobbling. Shaking your head, you stood where you were and watched as Mary decided what to do before sombrely walking past you both, not without placing a hand on your daughter's back in comfort.

"It's just us now, sweet." You mentioned, before placing her on the counter, staying as close to her as possible. A child shouldn't be feeling this way at such a young age, and you were heartbroken as to what could have caused it.

She sniffled, messily wiping her nose. "Hurt."

"You're hurt? Where? I don't see, baby." You checked around her, eyes messily scanning as you moved her for a better view before her arms pushed you away.

"No, you."

"Me? Why would I be hurt?"

"Noises woke me up; I hear a smash." A fresh wave of tears tumbled down her rosy cheeks, and you swore you could have let out a sigh of relief- wrong thing to say, but you definitely were relieved, as you thought something much worse had come to town, but instead it was just your unplanned series of events. Of course she didn't know it, and she didn't need to know, which made you panic.

"A-uh, a smash?" You cursed yourself for knocking over that wine glass without thinking about how loud it could have been, stumbling over your words due to the awkwardness.

She nodded in reply, sniffling for the umpteenth time.

"Did mama hurt you?"

"Marnie! Of course not; why would you think that?" You exasperated as you straightened up, causing the girl to let out a sob at the way you worded it. "Hey, hey.. your mama and I just, uh, we found a spider- like a really big one- and I got scared, and Mama was the one who protected me from it. That's what she does; she protects me, you, and everyone else she loves, and that includes a lot of people. She would never, ever hurt me, and especially not you, okay?"

She nodded, and you knew she immediately felt horrible, but you didn't judge her for it.

"I am very proud of you for speaking up about your concerns, my love, and you should always talk about whatever may be stressing you out from now and forever." You lifted her up after you spoke before placing her down on her feet, wiping the last stray tears and drool. "You have to go and give your mama a massive hug and kiss now, okay? You think you could do that?"

She once again nodded while she messily tucked her hair back, taking your hand to come with you and go find Mary, whom you suspected would be in your room. You let her walk in front of you up the stairs and across the landing, yourself pushing down the door handle to reveal your wife laying on your shared bed with her phone in her hand, face without an expression until she saw you both.

Letting go of Marnie's hand, she instinctively climbed up on the bed and jumped on Mary, squeezing her as hard as she could, and you smiled as she returned the gesture, nuzzling her face in her daughter's hair. You perched on the edge of the mattress, fiddling with your rings as she looked up at you, wanting you to evaluate.

"In a minute." You mouthed, and she nodded back, indulging in her position once more.

They both laid there together, and it was your favourite thing to watch- the two loves of your life. Before you knew it, the three year old suddenly perked up again and sat up on her knees, puppy eyes watching Mary intently before she pressed a kiss to her lips- now perking your wife up too as she returned many more.

"I love you." Mary exclaimed, holding Marnie like she was a newborn again in her arms- of course she could still be able to do that with her, being a keeper and all.

"I love you too." The cheeky giggle escaped, and you felt like the pressure was lifted from your shoulders; you wanted it to be the only noise you wanted to hear from her from now on. You spent enough crying hours when she was little(er), and you were fed up.

"Marnie, how 'bout you go play? You don't have to do your spelling today; special treat."

"Kay." She squealed, back to her bubbly self, and she leapt out of bed and scurried towards wherever she was going.

Your head turned back to your love once she was out of view. Mary was pulling you by your hips to come closer to her. Biting your lip, you conjured up what you were about to say, not sure whether telling her the whole truth would do any better.

"She, um, heard us last night, and she took it the wrong way." You furrowed your eyebrows as if to make it make sense more, Mary raising one of her own as she urged you to carry on. "She thought you hurt me."

Her face fell, and she pushed herself up into a more upright position, her mouth partly open as her eyes welled up. "Before you think or say, she knows you'll never hurt me, her, or anyone rather, not on purpose. Okay, she knows, and she loves you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That I saw a spider, and you helped me and.. killed it?"

"What, and that went on for 4 hours?" She snorted, her hands roaming your bare thighs.

Slapping her hand away, you gasped, "Mary! What else was I supposed to say.. I panicked. She believed it!"

She laughed, pulling you in closer to her, and you couldn't help but join her. Now, thinking about it, she was pretty dumb to believe it, but she was only three.

"Next time, we're asking the grandparents to babysit." You mentioned laying your hand down against her chest as you nuzzled into her. She hummed in reply before her hand travelled down south, down your back, patting your ass.

"Tonight?"

"Not after that fiasco.. could get Monday off work?"

"Sold."

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kai-anderson-whore · 7 months

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Appreciation (Kai Anderson x fem reader smut)

Summary: your Kai’s most loyal follower and he shows you that it didn’t go unnoticed

Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, spanking nothing too crazy.

Word count: 1k

A/n: here’s another short one. I don’t really like this as much I had a whole thing for this but work got in the way.

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The light in the basement barely light the room, eerie the room felt and the atmosphere within the room. You stood in front of your divine ruler Kai Anderson as he examined you like a wild animal watching their prey. You felt nervous Kai asked to speak to you privately only thing was you wouldn't know if it was good or bad.

You knew you followed his every instructions without hesitation, you were devoted to him he was god like to you and many of his loyal followers. But you would bend over backwards for kai and he knew this and used it to his advantage. "Y/n I've seen how loyal you have been to me so don't think it's going unnoticed, you truly go above and beyond for the movement" kai said with a expressionless composure.

You bit your lip in nervousness you wouldn't know what was going to happen next, he took steps closer to you taking your chin between his fingertips. Nodding your head you listened carefully to kai like always. "So in appreciation to your unconditional loyalty and gratitude, I want to reward you" Kai gestured you to take his hand guiding you to the couch in the middle of the basement.

The mood in the room shifted Kai's grip on your hand was soft unlike any other time when it would hurt. His eyes showed a little emotion unlike the deadness they always held. You both sat on the couch before you could say anything Kai crashed his rough lips on your soft ones. You felt the air getting knocked out your lungs the kiss fulfilled with hunger and lust.

You felt like putty in his cruel hands, his grip on your neck holding you in place, his lips showed dominance as they attacked your own. A moan left your lips, your body laid on on the sofa Kai straddling you, his hands roaming under your t-shirt exploring every curve of your body. You shivered in anticipation under his touch. Feeling a rush of wetness soak your panties, Never did your thought you would ever have Kai like this, you only dreamed of this moment for so long.

Kai pulled your t-shirt off your body throwing it near the tv in front of you both. You sat up only to be pushed back down by his grip on your neck. A moan left your lips as his grip tightened. "Such a dirty little slut" he smirked darkly you felt a rush of weakness soak through your panties hearing him degrading you. Kai then proceeded to remove your underwear not bothering to remove the skirt that was hiked up over your ass now.

Kai was quick to remove all his clothes, you felt embarrassed you never been like this with Kai before, it felt like the first time all over again. "Come on don't be shy, you were quite loud with my hand around your neck" he remarked cockily. You slowly spread your legs allowing Kai to slot himself between them.

Kai wasted no time entering your wet heat without warning. You let out a cry "FUCK", your hands gripped the armrest of the couch. His thrusts were fast already not giving you time to adjust. Even though you never slept with Kai before you knew he wasn't the kind to be soft and gentle not that you minded him being rough.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good" Kai hissed through gritted teeth.

Your body jolted violently, Kai's hips slamming against yours. Your loud moans filled the basement, Kai's hard grip on your hip you were sure he would leave bruises there as well as his grip on your throat. You mind clouded you never been fucked like this before by anyone you couldn't get enough of it.

Kai suddenly pulled out of you, a disappointed groan left your lips looking up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked breathlessly moving your hair away from your face. "Turn around" kai instructed you did as you were told your arms and chin resting on the armrest of Kai's sofa, wiggling your ass in-front of your divine ruler.

Kai re-positioned himself with your entrance, giving your ass a smack before ramming himself into you. "Fuck Kai" you cried out. His hand kept colliding with your ass leaving red hand prints on the flesh. The feeling felt so good, "fuck your so tight" Kai grunted his thrusts showing you no mercy.

You soon felt dangerously close to the edge, "I'm so close" you warned Kai pulled you by the throat so your back was flush against him. Your hand holding onto the headrest of the sofa to steady yourself as Kai thrusted up into you. "Don't cum yet" he instructed you moaned out in disappointment but tried your best to follow his instructions.

Kai's grip on your throat tightened his free hand trailed down your body to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves "Kai please let me cum please" you choked out your legs trembling, you felt Kai begin to twitch inside of you "cum for me" he whispered into your ear. You didn't need to be told twice letting go over Kai's cock with a loud moan.

Your legs trembling more as your orgasm ripped through you like nothing before, Kai continues to thrust into you keeping his harsh pace. Tears picked your eyes with overstimulation till Kai's hips stilled, spilling his seed into you with a low moan. Your legs still trembled feeling full.

Kai pulled out once he was done you tried to push yourself off the sofa but your legs didn’t allow you. Kai dressed himself whilst you tried to collect yourself pulling your skirt down. “Get cleaned up we have a meeting in twenty minutes” was the last thing Kai had said to you.

You got cleaned up and redressed just in time for the rest of the cult coming in the basement. Kai gave his lecture never taking his eyes off you, blushing at the eye contact you wondered when the next time you would be alone with Kai. Clinging on to his every last word you really were his most loyal follower.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 month

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Hello, you’ve asked to send in the prompt when full hc are open so messaging as a reminder

‘M6 reaction to an Mc who has experienced abuse before

Showing signs like flinching or unexplained irritability, anxiety ‘

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is recovering from abuse

~ thank you for the reminder anon friend! and my own reminder to whoever's reading this, nobody deserves to be broken like this. there is better, and you deserve better. ~

CW for references to memories of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, (yelling, vague violence, control, emotional manipulation) and to nontoxic behavior triggering those memories unintentionally

Julian

In all the craziness of your whirlwind romance, you two never really got to talk about your own poor relationship experiences

It just didn't come up, and then life was golden, so golden that there wasn't a point to remembering all that pain and and fear

Until he made you flinch

Completely, entirely on accident, of course, but the full-body wince and the wash of fear across your face was enough to make his heart leap into his throat. What happened, what - why?

He's a flamboyant man. He likes large, theatrical gestures, and as entertaining as they're meant to be, sometimes the sight of an outstretched hand hurtling through the air is anything but

And now he's shaking with a combination of overwhelming guilt and white-hot rage. It gnaws at his bones and boils in his veins, pushing him to make things okay and asking if he has the right to

He's immediately switching to a quiet, shaky voice, asking you first to forgive him for scaring you, and then asking if you'd be willing to tell him more about it between apologies

You know your doctor would never willingly hurt you, and you know this is something you can trust him with, but you don't expect how angry he is. He'll rave about how wrong it was if you let him

He does his best to tone down the gestures, and is always, always ready to remind you how cherished you deserve to be

Asra

They already knew about the past before you two began your relationship - there's a reason you haven't seen or heard a single thing about the source of your pain since you came back

And as long as he was your caretaker, and then your friend, you never had cause to worry because of him. But then things became romantic, and well - some things were easier to deal with before

You love their spontaneity and daydreamy presence, but that level of unpredictability is difficult to interpret when the object of your affections regularly forgets to communicate

Are they just that deeply lost in thought, daydreaming for hours on end, or are they studiously ignoring your attempts to connect?

Is this really a sudden "just because I love you" show of affection, or is it time to brace yourself for some awful things to come?

You know with a heart like his beating steadily in your chest, there's no real doubt when it comes to how deeply and faithfully and purely he loves you. All it takes is a flick of magic to remember

But you also know how terrifying unpredictability can be, and you find yourself on occasion slipping into a fawning state out of habit

They catch on almost immediately, hating the way you suddenly seem to be tiptoeing around them, and push past their nature to bring it out into the open so they can reassure you

So happy to adjust it's hard to believe you were ever nervous

Nadia

She picked up on several signals as she was courting you, and while she didn't want to make you uncomfortable, she didn't hesitate to bring them up. Tell her as much as you're willing to

Of course, her first response was to lay out her own intentions and expectations regarding the relationship she wanted to build with you. She wants you to keep her accountable to giving you the best

It really has felt like a thing of the past ever since, with one exception that you really don't know how to bring up

Your beloved Countess has a very commanding presence. It's one of the many things you adore about her, but on occasion, it has the unintended effect of making you feel stifled - controlled

Announcing a dinner that night which you hadn't been aware of. Selecting your outfits for you. Making a strong opinion known before asking for your perspective, challenging you to disagree

Things that you know come from a place of love and respect, but that remind you a bit too much of a time when there was neither

She picks up on it more slowly than she would've liked to, the way you seem to shrink just a little bit smaller when she tries to help

To her, you're a capable, intelligent, strong person, and the thought hadn't occurred that you might prefer your choices be protected, even from herself. She's humbled. And she loves you

Makes extra sure to make space for you, all of you, every moment

Muriel

For such a large man, he moves unexpectedly quietly

Here are the other things he does quietly: thinking, eating, breathing, resting, working, sleeping ... everything ...

And sometimes, all that quiet starts to feel less like you're around an introverted gentle giant, and more like the silent treatment

Which means you must have done something wrong

But you don't know what you did wrong, and when you live with someone as extremely conflict averse as Muriel, you know that getting him to tell you what you did wrong is very hard to do

And so the anxiety spiral begins, attempting to fix a habit or adjust a behavior, only for the silence to stretch on, and on, and on ...

Muriel, on the other hand, knows that something is bothering you but isn't sure what it is. It was easy to pick up during your time together that your life hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows either

But he's not one to pry, or to do anything that might trigger you, and knowing how much space to himself helps him sort things out, he makes sure to give you as much of that as possible

He doesn't realize that it's not what you need until you approach him one day, clearly distressed, and worriedly ask what you've done wrong. You haven't done anything wrong

He's still quiet, but he's picked up a habit of humming now, so that even in the quiet moments aren't completely silent

Portia

It wasn't hard for her to tell that you weren't used to the type of romantic relationship that made your life better and not worse. Curiosity aside, she wants to know so she understand you better

She wants this opportunity to show you the excitement and healing of finally finding your partner-in-crime. And she does!

This woman is nothing if not passionate

Why hide your emotions when they make you stronger? Why hold back? Why suppress yourself when there's so much color and life and excitement in this world?

There's just ... one tiny issue

Her unbridled emotional intensity is one of her strongest assets and one of the things that gives you the strength and courage to push through the darkest moments

However, it does at times remind you of a much less controlled and safe intensity that was often directed straight at you, designed more to frighten you than to communicate with you

Sudden excited tackle-hugs feel a bit too much like being grabbed and pinned. Vocal expressions of anger at another person's poor behavior feel like a lead up to being blamed for it somehow

Being as empathetic as she is, Portia picks up on this almost instantly and barely needs to be told what you need to feel safe

Besides, she can always go rant at her unsuspecting brother

Lucio

There are some things that this delightful work in progress of a man won't notice until he gets hit in the face with them

Examples include things like "if the usual opinion around making deals with demons is negative, it's probably for a good reason" or "oopsies have consequences, sometimes"

There's no doubt that he loves you and that he's wholeheartedly committed to protecting you. These are things that he's loud and proud about reminding you. Emphasis on loud. He likes to yell!

Whether to emphasize a point or to express an emotion, or just because he's in the woods/at a party/going shopping and that's what you do when you're in that space, his default volume is 95%

And as much as you know the volume is exactly that - a default - it too often feels like a warning instead. Like someone wants nothing in your ears except what they have to say to you

Lucio doesn't realize the effect he's having until he starts to feel unheard, ironically enough. It's like you don't talk back to him anymore, like he's back in that twilight zone of being unheard

When he tells you his stories, you don't interject, you don't add your own embellishments, you don't seem caught up in it

It's his question, "why won't you talk to me?", that has everything tumbling out into the open. He's furious that you got so much less than you deserved, and hurt that he hurt you

... Would you like to yell with him, next time?

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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16 behind the lens — chat going crazy !

scaramouche x g!n reader

˗ˏˋ scara point of view ´ˎ˗

“Welcome everyone,” Scara greeted as he pulled up the game lobby, and as usual, he was the only one ready, “Why are all these fuckers late?”

“Let’s all agree not to snitch on me this time,” he mutters, “Last time you guys snuck into Albedo’s chat and told him to vote for me,” he continues as he adjusts his camera. He’d put more effort into his outfit that day for a certain someone, causing him to start later than usual.

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so tell us about this y/n?? 😏

A small smile crept onto his face at the mention of y/n, much to his dismay, which didn’t go unnoticed by the chat.

“Don’t embarrass me tonight. They said they’re watching this stream,” he grumbles, stifling his emotions as he busies himself with decorating his character, “Also, it’s none of your goddamn business.”

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HE'S BLUSHING CAUGHT IN 4K

“Everyone here?” Tighnari calls out. They were all streaming from their respective rooms in the house.

“Guys, should I leave the cheese hat on or not?” Childe asks instead of answering, his voice in Scara’s ear as he ran around the lobby.

“Just start it,” Heizou says, and Scara could hear the smug grin on his face, “You guys are going to lose anyway.”

“Play nice, Heizou,” Kazuha reprimands as the game starts to load.

“You know he’s ruthless,” Star answers, and Scara gets a tight feeling in his stomach. It’s been a year since he’s heard Star’s voice properly, but instead of how it usually unsettled him it felt oddly familiar. Perhaps he was tired.

“Shut up,” Scara remarks, ridding himself of those thoughts.

“Make me,” Star easily responds, which makes Scara pause and everyone else crack up.

“The fuck,” he mutters, “Y/N isn’t going to like that.”

“Get ready to listen to them fight the entire game,” Venti sings.

“Everyone mute until voting,” Tighnari instructs as the game loads.

“I swear to the archons if I’m imposters with Childe again I’m killing myself,” Scara complains as he mutes himself from the main chat, knowing Childe would start defending himself if he heard Scara’s comment, “He’s always been shit at lying. One time he ate the cake I baked for Y/N and lied to me about it with frosting smeared on his cheeks.”

The screen on his computer loads and instantly his chat is flooded with laughter as he and Star’s characters appear under the screen as the imposters for that round.

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“I take it back, I’d rather have Childe,” he mutters, joining a private call with Star.

“Hey partner,” Star calls out, laughing in his ear. It tickled his nerves.

“Shut up,” he says on instinct, “Do not be the cause of my first loss.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Star chuckles as they load in, “Who should we kill first?”

Scara trails behind Venti in the game, “Wait until two of them are together so we can double kill,” he offers, pretending to do tasks beside the blue character.

“I think Heizou saw me vent,” Star confesses.

“It’s been two minutes why are you this dumb?” Scara sighs as a meeting is called as expected and they all join the main chat.

Much to his surprise, Star defends themself with ease.

“I’m pretty sure Heizou vented in front of me,” Star falsely accuses, “I can’t be for sure though but he got there pretty quickly when my back was turned.”

“YOU BITCH!” Heizou yells into the mic, “You know damn well—”

“Babe,” Kazuha hums, “Deep breaths.”

“The fucking audacity,” he continues, “You’re the one who vented right in front of me!”

“Let’s just end the meeting, Heizou is trying too hard,” Scara interrupts.

“If this happens again we should vote out Heizou,” Tighnari says as the game resumes.

“I hate you all,” Heizou huffs as they all go on mute once again.

“I’m going to kill Venti,” Star says in his ear.

“Why don’t we sabotage first and double kill?”

“But he’s literally right in front of me, I’ll let Heizou find the body,” Star adds.

“Alright,” Scara muses, tailing behind Heizou, “I’ll do tasks with him.”

He follows Heizou into the Medbay, where as expected, was Venti’s dead body.

They both join the main call and are immediately hit with accusations. None against them though.

“WHO KILLED MY VENTI,” Aether cried out.

“It can’t be Scara since he was with me,” Heizou thinks out loud, “Childe has been real silent.”

“That’s because I cannot figure out how to do shit in this game,” his best friend whines, “I would never kill Venti.”

“Can anyone back up Heizou’s location?” Star questions.

“He wasn’t with me, he’s lying,” Scara answers, his lie garnering a gasp from Heizou.

“I swear to the archons above if you guys believe him,” Heizou starts, getting riled up.

“I’m with Scara on this one,” Tighnari hums.

“No, don’t do this. Kazuha please,” Heizou wails, “You guys are making a mistake!”

“I’ll vote for Childe,” Kazuha softly laughs, not able to rid of his fondness for the other male even during a game.

“Simp,” Aether comments, “I’ll avenge you Venti.”

They all place their votes, and apart from Heizou and Kazuha, it’s unanimous.

Heizou gets voted out.

“Why did we slay that,” Star comments, their giggles ringing in his ear once the two of them are back into their private call. He shakes the light feeling that it fills him with. Absurd.

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“I’ll admit we worked well together,” Scara hums, distracting himself from having Star directly in his ear by walking around the game’s floor plan.

“Why can’t you just admit we make a good pair?” Star asks, taunting him and following behind him.

“We don’t,” he sighs.

“We would make a great pair!”

“Mute yourself I’m sick of your voice,” he grumbles.

“You’re in your denial stage.”

“Enough, Y/N is watching.”

“You talk about them often,” Star muses.

“Jealous of my love life?” Scara smirks as they pull off a sabotage.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” Star huffs.

“You’re not slick.”

“I just think me and you fit better.”

“Is that the hill you want to die on? Because I can make that happen.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Star retaliates as they both walk into a room with Aether and Childe in it. Aether doing his tasks and Childe attempting to.

Words go unsaid as they silently agree to go through with a double kill, easily slicing their friends. A discussion wasn’t needed to know they should self-report. They worked too well together, it made his stomach churn.

“I literally saw Kazuha go in for the kill,” Star says as soon as the call loads, “I’m betting it’s him.”

“How could you accuse me of such a thing?” Kazuha muses and Scara can hear the smirk on his lips, “It was obviously you.”

“Well, there were two bodies so it’s Kazuha and someone else,” Tighnari comments.

“Unless he killed one then let the cooldown run and killed the other after,” Star thinks aloud, “We all know Childe still doesn’t know how the game works.”

“See, now you’re thinking too highly of me,” Kazuha laughs, “I can’t pull that off.”

“You didn’t because we’re going to vote you off,” Scara replies.

“Guys,” Kazuha starts, and it’s like Scaramouche can hear his pout, “This isn’t fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Tighnari says as he puts his vote in.

The victory screen loads in and Star cheers in his ear.

“We did pretty well, didn’t we?” Star asks, eager for his approval.

“I guess we did, good job,” he muses, hoping Y/N stayed until the end to see him annihilate the others.

“Scara complimenting me?” Star sarcastically gasps, “A dream come true.”

“It’s more of a nightmare.”

“Are you insinuating you think of me while you sleep?” Star says, their voice in a low murmur in his ear. Scara finds himself swallowing and his cheeks growing warm.

“Stop being a perv,” he manages to croak out, joining the main call so he wouldn’t have to be stuck alone with Star for longer than he had to. He wasn’t flustered, just annoyed.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS,” Heizou shrieks as soon as everyone loads into the main voice call.

“I believed you,” Kazuha answers, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“I’m so sorry, Venti,” Aether calls out, “I couldn’t avenge you bestie.”

“It’s alright, you served well,” Venti solemnly says.

“Can we go again I think I figured out the controls this time,” Childe ponders.

“I’m killing myself for getting duped by the duo who despise one another,” Tighnari sulks.

Scaramouche tunes them out as he gives his attention to his chat, which consists of them all complimenting his and Star’s skills. He tears his eyes away from it, calling back on all the out-of-character comments they made throughout the stream.

In response he opens up a new tab and pulls up Star’s stream, listening to how they were praising his skills. He hastily exits it.

“Let’s do another round,” Aether huffs, determined as a new game loads in.

Scaramouche exits his zoned-out state and gets back into his streamer personality, masking the incoming fleet of emotions.

He couldn’t help but steal a glance at his phone every now and then, expecting a certain someone to get his mind off everything.

No new notifications…

behind the lens !

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hope u guys liked the scara pov 🤭

ik u can have ten ppl in among us but i was too lazy to edit all that and realized too late so 🤷

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synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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sethsclearwater · 7 months

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reader comforting paul which he’s not used to because normally he feels like he has to be super masculine and not show emotions but she teaches him how to be vulnerable- maybe ending up with him falling asleep with his face in the crook of her neck while he softly sleeps

you'd known paul was getting more and more stressed recently with the increase in patrol shifts, keeping you safe, and dealing with his own family problems that you were pretty sure you didn't know the full extent of because of his refusal to discuss any of it with you.

you understood the patrol shifts making his stressed out and were doing your best to make sure he knew you were perfectly fine but couldn't seem to get him to talk about whatever his family problems were with you. all you really knew was that he and his dad had gotten into some kind of fight (which, to be quite frank, happened more often than it probably should) but this time it appeared to be over his mom which was new.

you'd never met her seeing as she wasn't really involved in paul's life aside from giving birth to him and paul never seemed interested in talking about her that much. so whatever came up recently was new for you, paul, and his dad and was really stressing him out.

he had just gotten home from patrol and headed straight into the shower while you went and sat down in bed, putting on a movie you both liked before you started working at braiding your freshly washed hair so it wouldn't look crazy in the morning.

paul definitely took his time in the shower and came out about a half an hour later wearing his favorite pair of sweatpants and no shirt per usual.

you offered him a soft smile when you saw him, "i missed you," you murmured as he laid down in the bed next to you, "a lot," you added with a small giggle, reaching your hand down to gently thread your fingers through his wet hair.

although he didn't respond, he did crack a bit of a smile that had you feeling a bit less worried about him, "you don't have patrol tomorrow, right?" you asked as you soothingly scratched at his scalp, smiling to yourself when he adjusted himself so he could lay his head in your lap, seeming to like your touch.

he hummed, "no patrol tomorrow," he assured, voice quiet as he reached his hand over to intertwine his fingers with your free hand, "you're not going anywhere tomorrow, right?" he asked softly, peeking up at you only to see you smiling down at him and shaking your head.

"not going anywhere," you cooed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple, "i think we should stay here for the day," you suggested, squeezing his hand, "you need some rest," you added softly and he seemed to think about your proposal for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh and nodding.

"you're right," he mumbled as he rested his cheek back down on your thigh, eliciting a series of giggles from you.

"i usually am," you teased, smiling when paul let out a breathy laugh at your comment, his shoulders dropping as he noticeably began to relax a bit in your lap, "do you wanna order something for dinner? i'm starving," you added, not actually that hungry but you knew he most definitely was considering how ridiculously high his metabolism was.

he nodded, humming a bit as you took your fingers out of his hair for a moment to grab your phone so you could figure out what to order. he looked over his shoulder with a frown on his face and you giggled again, already knowing he was not happy that you stopped scratching his scalp.

"let me do it," he said, taking your phone from you so he could place the order and you could get back to gently running your fingers through his hair.

the two of you remained pretty quiet for the next few minutes while paul placed an order at a restaurant both of you liked, just listening to the movie quietly play in the background.

you noticed him yawn as he set your phone to the side, "you can go to sleep, i'll wake you up once it's here," you reassured, offering his hand a soft squeeze.

paul paused again, not used to being the one cared for, "you sure?" he asked after a moment, peeking over his shoulder again to look at you and scan your features for any signs of annoyance with him.

all he saw was you smiling at him before you leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, "positive," you reassured, "i'll be right here," you added and he nodded, seeming content with your answer as he rested his head against your thigh again.

it didn't take long for him to drift off, your touch and the movie quietly playing in the background combined with the fatigue already plaguing him making it easy for him to fall asleep in your lap and finally get some much needed rest.

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mountttmase · 11 months

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My Everything

Note - happy Father’s Day to my favourite dilf 😏💙 this one is for @carlottawllms as a thank you for all her help with all of my fics and for just being the best person I know 😘 feedback would be very much appreciated

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 3.5K

Warnings - fluff

You’d finally made it through your first two weeks as a mother. It was difficult, what with your body and emotions still adjusting, but having Mason by your side through the whole thing made it that much more bareable.

He was a shoulder to lean on, to cry on, to wipe Ollie’s sick off of and you couldn’t be more thankful for how involved and excited he was for your new arrival.

Mason had always wanted kids, you knew from the moment you first saw him with his niece’s and something shifted inside you, the overwhelming need to one day give him his own tiny person.

Mason wanted to do things ‘the right way’ so as soon as you were married around four years later, you began trying for your own bundle of joy and within six months you’d fallen pregnant. You still remember the look on his face when you told him, the tiny football shirt and boots confused him at first but the look of joy on his face took your breath away and you knew the pair of you would fine.

Luckily you’d had a relatively normal pregnancy and two weeks ago at the start of the international break Ollie had made his first appearance into the world. As Mason knew it was nearly your due date he had asked to be allowed to stay home just in case anything happened and to your delight Ollie was born on Masons first day off.

The two weeks had flown by, now in your own little bubble with your boys but tomorrow morning it was about to burst. Mason would have his first day back at training and his first time away from the pair of you. He’d been anxious all day and now it was bed time you knew he’d be even more so.

You walked into your room, heart thudding at the sight of Mason sat up against the headboard in just his boxers with little Ollie cradled in his arms. Both in their own world to the point Mason didn’t even realise you were there until you climbed up into bed and sat next to him and he gave you a shy sheepish look.

‘Mase baby, you know he’s supposed to be in his crib. He’ll get too used to being held if we keep picking him up and he’ll never go to sleep on his own’ you told him but his sad puppy eyes made you crumble, leaning over to kiss his forehead to offer him a little bit of comfort.

‘I know, I’m sorry’ he sighed, looking back down at Ollie as he stroked over his cheek gently. ‘I’m just finding the thought of leaving you both tomorrow a bit hard. I thought a cuddle might help’ he told you softly and you nodded at him sympathetically. You knew how he must be feeling, the thought of things being the other way around broke your heart but you knew you had to rip the plaster off at some point so you could get back to normal no matter how painful it might be.

‘I know, Mase’ you sighed, resting you head on his shoulder and wrapping your hand around his arm as you looked down at the little boy in his arms. Snoozing away like he didn’t have a care in the world and you felt warmth fill your body. You were finally the little family you’d always dreamed you’d be and these tiny special moments meant more to you than anything else.

‘Who do you think he looks like now his face has settled?’ Mason asked and you looked up at him through one eye like he was crazy.

‘Do you even need to ask’ you laughed, reaching out to stroke Ollie’s head carefully. ‘He’s like your twin’ you told him and Mason smiled at you cheekily. ‘Same mouth, same hair, same pretty brown eyes’ you smiled and you watched Mason blush as he smiled down at him.

‘He’s got your eyebrows though’ Mason teased ‘and I’ve noticed when he cries, he gets that same little crease between them that you get when you’re mad at me’ your face frowning as you were unsure what he meant but his whole face lit up. ‘Yeah, that’s the one’ he laughed before kissing the spot he was talking about which made you melt.

You were both silent again, watching Ollie take small breaths as he slept, wondering to yourself what he was dreaming about and if he was happy. The pair of you completely silent as you looked down at the tiny human you’d made together.

‘Thank you’ he whispered suddenly, his voice thick with emotion and you turned to look at him. His eyes were full of unshed tears and you stroked his arm gently in hopes he would carry on talking. ‘This is everything I’ve always wanted, you know? Making a family with the girl I love most in the world. I know how lucky I am to of gotten everything else I have but I’ve never felt more lucky than I do right now. You and Ollie are my everything’ he told you sincerely, tears gently tricking down his cheeks that you wiped away softly before cupping his jaw. Letting his head fall into your hand softly as he let you see his vulnerable side, falling for him more than you ever thought you could.

‘Masey’ you breathed, your own eyes welling up at the sight of him and you pulled him into your chest by his shoulders meaning Ollie was now cuddled into you too. ‘You don’t have to thank me for anything’ you told him scratching his scalp with one hand as you rubbed his arm softly with the other. ‘I love you and our little family so much’

‘Me too’ he laughed, trying to cover up a sob. Your heart bursting with love for him and you kissed his head softly to let him know what he was feeling was okay.

‘Shall we pop Ollie down and have a cuddle just the two of us?’ You asked quietly and he nodded at you, kissing Ollie’s head before passing him to you so you could put him in his cot. Mason had insisted on a ‘next to me’ one as he said Ollie would be closer to you and easier to check on and once he was settled besides you, you laid on your back and opened your arms for Mason. He was quick to lay his head on your chest, facing Ollie so he could look at him as he slept and you scratched over Masons head as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. ‘You sure you’re okay Mase?’

‘I’m fine’ he sighed, kissing you chest before holding you a little tighter. ‘I just feel like I’ve got all these emotions and my body doesn’t know what to do with them’ he laughed.

‘I’m the same, it’s okay’ you told him gently, kissing his temple and you stroked his back. ‘Sometimes I find Ollie so cute I just wanna squish him and I have to tell myself no’

‘I do too’ he laughed, ticking your sides. ‘I looked it up, it’s called cute aggression. Apparently it’s ours brains way of counteracting all the positive emotions’

‘Look at you, reading stuff’ you teased and you felt him roll his eyes as he let out a little laugh.

‘Oh fuck off-’

‘Hey, language around little ears please’

‘He’s out for the count and he doesn’t understand a thing I say anyway’

‘Well I don’t want Ollie’s first word to be a swear one’ you laughed before turning your head to look at him sleeping peacefully. ‘Come on, we best get some sleep before I need to give him his next feed’ you yawned. Pulling yourself out of his grip so you could run to the bathroom and when you got back Mason has shuffled into you spot so he could be closer to Ollie. You carefully got into bed behind him and he turned to look at you shyly but you cut him off before he had chance to explain. ‘Stay there baby, you can be the little spoon tonight’

He didn’t say a word but you knew he was blushing as you wrapped your arm around his middle whilst he rested his head on the other. He would never admit it to you, but he loved being the little spoon and even more so when he was feeling like he was. You felt him relax in your hold as you placed kisses on his shoulder in attempts to comfort him and you felt his breathing calm down after a few minutes.

‘Do you think he’ll forget who I am’ he asked quietly and you could sense there was a little bit more behind it.

‘Of course not baby’ you breathed ‘You’re his daddy, he could never forget you. Is that what you’re worried about?’

‘A little bit’ he whispered and you held him tighter to hopefully let him know it was okay. ‘I know it’s silly’

‘It’s not silly at all, Mase. You can help how you feel. But I promise you there’s no way he will forget you. I’ve seen the way he moves his head at the sound of your voice like he’s trying to look for you’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, he loves you so much I promise and I know you’re worried about leaving but I promise he’ll be so excited to see you when you’re home’

‘I hope so’ he sighed but you could tell there was a smile on his face. ‘Maybe it’s just a bit of fomo. Like I’m scared I’ll miss out if he does something new’

‘He two weeks old, Mase. He can just about open his eyes it’s not like he’s gonna start doing cartwheels’ you laughed as you spoke into his neck, kissing it gently as you felt him laugh against you. ‘How about I send you updates throughout the day’

‘Yeah okay. They’re letting me wear an Apple Watch while I train so if you need me I’ll feel the call come through’ he told you, linking his fingers through yours that were settled on his tummy.

‘Well that’s one less thing to worry about isn’t it’ you whispered, feeling him relax as he let out a big yawn. ‘Come on sleepy face, you need to rest’ you told him quietly and he quickly turned his head so he could look at you.

‘I love you’ he smiled, pouting his lips up at you so you’d kiss him and once you had you felt him settle down into the pillows.

‘I love you too, Mase’ you whispered.

The next morning, after a few cuddles, he left the pair of you in bed so he could get to training and you made it your mission to keep him involved in whatever Ollie was getting up to.

You sent the last one as a bit of a decoy, knowing that you wanted to surprise him by showing up to training with Ollie and after a quick text to Ben to let him know your plans, you jumped in a taxi and made the short journey to the training ground. Ben met you by the door and you followed him inside to one of the main lounges were you set Ollie down on the floor.

‘Mason’s just recording something I think. He shouldn’t be too much longer and he’s with Kepa who knows to bring him here’ he told you before taking a peek inside the car seat. His face softened immediately as he caught sight of Ollie, touching his hand with his finger until Ollie wrapped his own little didgets around making Ben coo at him. ‘Hey mate, do you remember me? It’s your uncle chilly’ he smiled, seemingly enamoured by the way Ollie was holding onto him and you laughed at their little interaction. Ben had come to visit when Ollie was around six days old so he hadn’t seen him in just over a week but he looked as excited to see him as he had the first time. ‘He’s changed so much since I saw him’

‘I know, he couldn’t look more like Mason if he tried’ you laughed as Ollie began to shut his eyes again.

You and Ben chatted for the next five minutes, other players on the team coming over to have a look at Ollie and sticking around to watch Masons reaction. In the end you got Ollie out of his seat so everyone could see him a bit better and you’d never seen so many men melt like they were with Ollie. You were unsure of how much longer Mason would be until you heard him and Kepa arguing down the hall, making you smile at how grumpy he seemed.

‘Mate I don’t have time, I need to get home’ Mason moaned, clearly wanting to leave to get back to you guys but he had no idea that you were closer than he thought

‘It will take two seconds, ten tops. Just follow me’ Kepa laughed, rounding the corner and into view before pushing Mason into the room.

He froze, unsure as to what was happening but when his eyes finally locked on yours you saw him blush as he realised the pair of you were here

‘What the hell, what’s going on?’ He laughed making his way over to you. You smiled up at him as he cupped your jaw and left a loving kiss in your lips before pulling back to take Ollie from you. ‘Why are you guys here’

‘Ollie thought it might be nice to surprise his daddy on his first day back’ you smiled and he winked at you whilst getting Ollie settled on his chest and you felt yourself melt as you watched Ollie try to snuggle as close as he could into Masons neck ‘See, he still remembers you’ you whispered as Mason let out a shy laugh, gently rubbing up and down Ollie’s back to help him get comfy before dropping a kiss on his head. ‘Shall we go say hello to some people?’ He asked before walking over to the boys where they all proceeded to look and smile at him like they were the happiest they’d ever been.

After a while you could tell some of them were itching for a hold and it was only when Azpi asked first and Mason knew he couldn’t deny him did you go and join him.

‘Hello mini Mount’ azpi whispered, stroking his cheek gently and you felt Mason grab your hand. Clearly a bit anxious about letting him go and the need to grab something else meant he reached for you. You kissed his arm to let him know everything was okay but you knew he wasn’t happy that his son had been taken away from him.

‘I don’t like this’ he told you quietly, facing away from everyone so he could rest his forehead on your shoulder and you reached up to scratch his head a little in hopes of soothing him. ‘He’s my baby, I wanna hold him’

‘I know Mase. But you have to share sometimes’ you mumbled into his cheek and he nodded knowingly before he wrapped his arms around you to bring you into a hug.

‘How was your day? Were you both alright?’

‘We were fine Mase, I promise’

‘I know, I just hate not being there’

‘I know baby’ you whispered, kissing his head as you pulled him further into you. ‘We’ll go home soon yeah? Be just the three of us again’

‘Thank you’ he whispered, pulling back to leave a loving kiss on your lips and you heart fluttered at how he was looking at you.

After doing the rounds and some of the boys leaving to head home, Ollie had ended up in the arms of Ben, completely conked out from all the attention he’d been showered in and the pair of you let him have his little moment with him as you sat and watched.

‘He’s so chilled, he must get that from you y/n’ Ben laughed causing Mason to scowl and you squeezed his hand to make sure he knew it was a joke. ‘You’re daddy is looking like he wants to kill me, Ollie. I think he’s a little bit jealous’ he laughed, stroking his cheek before Mason stood up with a huff.

‘Can you blame me, I got to hold him for a few minutes whilst the rest of you played pass the parcel. He’s my son, i wanted to hold him’

‘Mase’ you laughed, pulling him back down next to you. ‘Don’t be like that. You’ve got all evening to spend with him and they only wanted to meet him and say hello’

‘Sorry mate’ Mase sighed, scratching his cheek. ‘I didn’t mean to snap its just been a bit of a hard day’

‘It’s alright, bro. I get it’ Ben smiled before slitting Ollie back in his chair. ‘Why don’t you two get off home, I bet you’re exhausted’

‘Thanks Ben’ you smiled, pulling him into a quick hug before moving onto Mason.

‘Thanks mate. You know you’re welcome round anytime to see him’

‘I know, he loves hanging out with uncle Chilly’

You made it to the car, popping him in the seat and you sat next to Ollie in the back whilst Mason drove you home. You never seen him so concentrated before and you missed the feel of his hand on you like he always did when you went anywhere together so you reached forward to touch his shoulder and his eyes met yours in the mirror. A soft smile playing in his lips before they flickered back to the road.

‘You alright Mase?’

‘I’m fine baby. Just wanna get you both home safe’ he reassured you, your hand on his shoulder relaxing him slightly but you knew he wouldn’t be happy until you were all home safe and sound.

You parked up soon after, letting Mason get Ollie out of the car so he could sit with him alone for a little bit as you sorted some bits out in the kitchen but it wasn’t long before he was coming to find you so he could pull you into a family hug.

‘Thank you for coming today, it was a nice surprise even if I did get grumpy’

‘You’re welcome Masey’ you smiled, kissing his cheek as he stroked your lower back. ‘Ollie’s gonna be a heartbreaker just like his daddy so we need to get used to sharing him. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks but we’ll get there. I think we just need to appreciate how loved he is already’

‘You’re right’ he sighed before tensing as Ollie began to cry.

‘You know what? I think that might be the stinky nappy he promised you earlier’ you teased, laughing as Mason frowned knowing that he’d need to sort him out.

‘Come on then my smelly boy, let’s get you changed’ he sighed, walking out the room but not before leaving a loving kiss on your lips and you smiled as your boys left the room. Falling more and more in love with them as the seconds went by.

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it and I’d love it if you could leave me some feedback 🩷

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mischiefmaker615 · 8 months

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Purrfect

Rating: PG-14

Summary: There was something very strange and familiar with the cat you decided to take in..

Requested by: @Laer111ee

‘’I swear- every time I’m here, that cat is always starring at you..its kinda creepy’’

Your best friend turns your attention over to the couch where the black cat perched in an almost to-proper position with its striking and.. intense green eyes looking into your soul. Its tail flicked ever so slightly and even with the door open to your apartment where you both stood, he didn’t make a single move to dash out. Looking back at your friend, you merely shook your head with a light laugh and a wave of the hand.

‘’you mean every time as in aka, a week? He probably needs more time to adjust or something, he might be to scared to move much.’’

‘’well in any case, perhaps he would be a good source of comfort since ..what happened today..’’ her light demeanor changed back to concern as she grasped your hand. ‘’are you sure you don’t want me spending the night?.. I hate leaving you feeling like this.’’

You shook your head with your face doing a good job at hiding your held-back emotional state. ‘’I’ll be fine, really. My boss is just being an asshole, nothing new.’’

‘’yeah but.. he can’t possibly think you can do all that stuff by yourself.. not without going crazy with stress and-‘’

‘’I can handle it, promise’’ you reassured her, masking your irritation of the topic as she sighed and nodded, taking a step back with a small wave.

‘’okay.. I’ll see you next week then Y/N, take care of yourself..’’ she smiled before you finally closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your forehead on the door with your eyes closed, trying to keep your mind from going there; but it did. The tears began to fall as you thought of the turn of events that unfolded in such a short amount of time, you never really got a chance to process it until now. Avoiding the situation entirely was easy.. but not when your alone with your mind.

Your boss lost a lot of employees already from various reasons, so not only do you have to cover all of their shifts and work, but he decides to degrade you for not getting things done fast enough or well enough.. quit? With what other job? bills are a thing in this world and this world is an expensive place. You could handle the work if you really push yourself.. hard.. but the way he humiliated and treated you was your tipping point. It was good money though.. but at what cost now.. your mental state.

You punched at the door, pretending it was him before turning your back on it and heading to your room. Not even bothering to plop on the bed, you sat on the ground against it with your knees to your chest, burying your face as you cried.

‘’why do you cry love?”

The low, silky voice came out of no where, causing you to look up to find its source and got pierced with a familiar gaze. A man with pale skin, raven black hair and an attire containing a mix of green, black and gold gazed upon you with a concerned look on his face. His striking blue eyes dared you to lie at him and something from the stare alone seemed.. recognizable somehow.

How the hell did he get in, you didn’t know. Who the hell he was, you couldn’t tell yourself either- no matter how familiar he seemed to be. Most of these questions didn’t bother to leave your lips as they parted with silence. For some reason, you felt no danger from the strange man before you- perhaps you were trying to process his question rather than wonder why he didn’t threaten you for money or whatever.

‘’why do i.. what?’’ you stutter out, already feeling like an idiot as your fingers gripped the carpet beside you, trying to shy away from him.

‘’you weep with deep emotion darling and you seem to be in fine health so my only conclusion would be that someone out there had to have hurt you. At least, from what I pieced together from what your friend was saying.’’ He explained, his voice gentle as his eyes never left yours as he remained in his crouched position before you.

‘’my.. friend?- how could you possibly know- why do you even-‘’

‘’care?’’ he finished your sentence with a smirk and sighed as he seemed to study your features, his eyes slipping down below your neck once or twice before flicking up to your orbs again. ‘’because in my low moment about a week ago up to now, you’ve shown me kindness. Its only right if I show you the same.’’

You blinked at him as you tried to understand what he was saying. You.. helped him for a week? He over heard your friend.. that gaze looked to damn familiar- no.. he couldn’t possibly.. but his smirk seemed to show that he understood what you were thinking. ‘’your-‘’

‘’I believe you’ve called me by the name of ‘cat’, but if you wish a proper name, Loki will do just fine.’’

‘’Loki..’’ you breathed as you slowly raised a hand and wiped your cheeks, almost embarrassed at how you presented yourself while your mind tried to process that he was the very creature that you had been caring for for about a week. At least you had that much time to process since it was clear that this.. rather attractive man was not here to harm you- he probably already would have if that was his intention. ‘’being shown kindness honestly won’t help right now unless you plan on killing my boss.’’ You say with mild sarcasm but your body tensed when Loki nodded.

‘’that shouldn’t be a problem-‘’

‘’no!- I mean.. that won’t be necessary.. even if that bastard deserves a little pain..’’ you sigh and look away from him.

‘’what may I be able to do then love?’’ he said gently, a hand slowly moving to your chin to turn your face to look at him again, movements slow as to not spook you.

Gods his eyes were gorgeous.. ‘’nothing unless you know of a way to help me forget..’’ you sigh, your eyes threaten to tear up over the sensitive topic you tried so hard to ignore before your body froze.

His lips were soft as they suddenly and very gently pressed against yours. His hand remained on your chin while the other supported himself as he leaned forward against your knees that prevented him from getting closer, so he worked with what he could get at. The sudden action made your mind blank, focusing on only feeling as your eyes slowly closed and told yourself this had to be a dream. An emotional overload that left you exhausted and dreaming realistic scenes that couldn’t take place in real life.. which is why you kissed back. Hell, if this was a dream, then why not enjoy it. because.. come on, your cat becoming a person.. there was no way in hell..

You feel Loki’s slender hands rest against your knees as he used gentle pressure to begin spreading them, his thumbs rubbing pointless circles as he deepened the kiss by being able to lean forward more before he pulled away briefly with his forehead pressed against yours.

‘’I might not be able to help you forget entirely, but allow me to help you forget for at least a blissful moment..’’ he breathed, his eyes studying yours with a hushed tone before his lips took yours in a more passionate kiss. He kissed you, ready to stop if you wanted him to but you made no moves to stop him.

He was right, and it was working. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs parted for him to move closer, his arm snaking around your waist while his other ran down your side and down the side of your thigh to pull your leg against his waist. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you were happy to oblige before he soon had his tongue massaging yours.

Moaning against his mouth, you felt your body relax against his while your hands ran down his chest, fingers studying and trying to figure out how to find an opening to his labyrinth of an outfit before you felt him smile against your lips. You resisted the urge to whine but pulled away enough to give him pleading eyes.

‘’alright darling, only because you asked so nicely..’’ he teased with his voice almost above a whisper before a bright green seemed to sparkle over the both of you. You almost felt a tickle before you looked down at the both of you once the light was gone, to find you both in your under garments and Loki’s eyes already drinking in your beautiful body with hunger.

Your eyes flicked up to his with slight nervousness but enough confidence to want this while your arms wrapped around his neck ‘’help me forget..’’ you whispered and his arms lifted you up onto the bed.

‘’as you wish darling..’’

Your eyes snapped open to sudden alertness, your body even flinching as if someone shook you awake.. but no one was there. You could tell you were on your stomach, in bed, with the morning sun peaking through your blinds and into your eyes. The bright light made you turn your body away only to freeze when your whole body told you you were sore.

‘holy hell what a dream..’ you thought as you winced a little and switched to laying on your back. Perhaps you were just sore from all the work you had to do- no thanks to your boss.. but at the same time, you felt well rested. Definitely not a result that would stem from your boss.

You brushed your hair more out of your face and sighed. You have never had an amazing dream like that before, it being over only made you disappointed to have to get up. If it were possible to go back to sleep and back to that dream, you’d stay in bed all day. Wait-

Your hands clutched the sheet around you out of instinct, finding yourself naked. You never slept like that.. Trying to piece things properly together and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned to make a move out of bed only to squeak out of surprise when you saw the cat you rescued stayed perched on your nightstand, watching you.

‘’..hello cat..’’ you said hesitantly, keeping the sheet closer to you as you stayed put before your brow raised. Didn’t that cat have green eyes before? ..not blue..

Leaning forward, you examined the cat closer that watched you with a calm manor and didn’t move an inch as you gently ran a hand against its head. ‘’..Loki?’’ you whispered, almost feeling silly to try to ask its name but it was worth a try right? What made your hand draw back with widened eyes was when it’s eyes suddenly changed color to the familiar green..

And licked its lips.

#loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki x reader smut #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki x reader #loki smut #loki fanfic #lokifluff #loki

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rottenpumpkin13 · 2 months

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I think the biggest factor re: Seph being the only one who broke down so spectacularly is that he actually had the power to back it up.

Everything about how he was raised, what was done to him, and the perfect storm of Nibelheim just lined up perfectly with the fact that he actually had the power to back up his breakdown.

Like no one else is as strong as Sephiroth. Other characters whos only major kneejerk problem solving skill (violence) simply do not have his firepower. He has the magic, he has the physical power, he has the skill.

The games have power creep and all so its hard to see this, but Sephiroth in the lore was just totally unmatched except for Cloud in terms of what a single person could do. Zack is crazy strong, and Sephiroth had to have been sleep deprived and not eating for a week and mentally compromised for Zack and Cloud to just barely win and nearly die in the process.

Sephiroth has the biggest rampage because he has the tools to do it in a way that any of the other people on a violent mental breakdown bender simply do not.

I dont think, strictly speaking, the reason why he broke down like that specifically was simply because he was always destined to do so - I dont think he was destined to always go evil- but it was 100% only a matter of time before he simply couldnt take the strain of everything and had a serious mental breakdown of some kind. Eventually the untreated trauma just piles up so much you cant function anymore.

He didnt have to have chosen violence as his method of mental breakdown, but with the situation as it was, that is what he landed on. He could have just as easily chosen to take his own life or made a beeline for the brass and killed them all instead given other circumstances.

Without Jenova whispering in his ear, he probably would have chosen one of those, I think. In even fairly well adjusted people irl, discovering what unnecessary violating medical atrocities were done to you as a child secondhand off your medical records is often incredibly harrowing.

Theres just so many layers to why Sephiroth snapped and why Sephiroth behaved like that beforehand.

When characterizing him, I feel like people really undersell and underestimate what chronic trauma starting from childhood does to your sense of self, decisionmaking skills, emotional regulation, and ability to cope with shock.

Like without the way he was raised, he would simply not be the same person. Chronic childhood trauma becomes your sense of self when you experience it because your sense of self was forming when you were put through all of that. Its baked into your bones and how your brain is wired.

A Sephiroth who was raised in a loving family that wasnt medically violated or stuck in a lab or trained as a child soldier and set loose in war and put up as a carefully cultivated symbol would simply be unrecognizable. He would not act the same, he would not have the same preferences, he would not have the same insecurities or instability. He wouldnt be recognizably Sephiroth- not just because no cat eyes and white hair.

Because to be Sephiroth, he has to be incredibly traumatized by default.

Im not saying that his trauma of all the characters was the Most Awful and therefore he blew up the worst or w/e, but more that this multilayered complex trauma left Sephiroth unable to healthily cope with all the events piled on him during the events of Crisis Core.

I think the factor of how childhood trauma and continued abuse completely shapes how you respond to things as an adult is often lost in the discourse when people try to detangle Sephiroth's actions, so thank you for pointing that out.

Another thing, when talking about how Sephiroth's power is unmatched, is the Jenova cells in him (and how he later became one with Jenova) The only thing that took down Jenova was the Cetra because it/she was that powerful. So while he wasn't destined to break down, you have to admit that something was waiting to happen given what Jenova was.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #discussion

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peufeministe · 2 years

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23 sentences that will improve your life more than any self-help book:

1. Discipline, consistency, and perseverance will take you places motivation never could.

2. Depend on yourself, never on others.

3. The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

4. Chase your dreams, not people.

5. No matter the situation, never let your emotion overpower your intelligence.

6. Your strongest muscle and worst enemy is your mind. Train it well.

7. One day you will thank yourself for never giving up.

8. Don't rush anything. When the time is right, it will happen.

9. Don't stop when you're tired. Stop when you're done.

10. No one is coming to save you. This life is 100% your responsibility.

11. Trust yourself. You've survived a lot, and you'll survive whatever is coming.

12. You are always one decision away from a totally different life.

13. Don't let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life.

14. Re-set, re-adjust, re-start, re-focus. As many times as you need to.

15. Detachment is power. Release anything that doesn’t bring you peace.

16. If you want to be taken seriously, be consistent.

17. Minding your own business will take you very far in life.

18. Promise yourself, no matter how hard it gets, you'll never give up on your dreams.

19. Don't lower your standards for anyone or anything.

20. Allow yourself to be a beginner. No one starts out being excellent.

21. Be crazy enough to know you can do anything you want in life.

22. Be busy improving yourself that you have not time to criticize others.

23. You get what you focus on. So focus on what you want.

#self help #self care #luxury #advice #detachment #growth #healing #spiritual #self love #dreams #persistence #manifesation #intelligence #power #mindfulness

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Hey!! <3

I’d love to send you this request: a domestic day with Wanda being pregnant with the twins? How reader would handle it??

A Little Chat || Flufftober

Pairing: Pregnant! Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Watching Wanda adjust to pregnancy had its pros and cons like all pregnancies do but nobody warned you on the crazy side it would bring…

Fluff | 1.1K | Pregnancy Talk |

AC: Pregnant! Wanda is adorable, can’t change my mind! I hope you enjoy this!

Wanda loved being pregnant for the most part, she loved knowing that your children were growing strong and healthy and that their mama was already so in love with them, just as much as she was. Wanda craved to have you by herself even before she fell pregnant but while pregnant, that's a whole different story. She was so emotional sometimes that even when you went to the bathroom and came back, she was sobbing because she missed you.

Let's not forget when she could no longer bend down to tie her shoelaces or even put her shoes on before throwing them across the room. Sure, she could've used her magic, but she wanted to have a normal pregnancy and experience every single joy and frustration that it brought.

"Honey, can you come here please?!" You heard Wanda call from the nursery. You couldn't help but smile softly as you placed your book on the coffee table and made your way to the twin's bedroom. "Should the rocking chair go here? Or over here? Or even over here?" she asked the moment she saw you enter the room. This was at least the 3rd time this week she'd been in the here changing things around. "Baby, like I said the first time, it's perfect the way it is" you smiled softly at her before wrapping your arms around her, resting both hands on her heavily pregnant stomach. "They will be here soon, and I want to make sure everything is perfect, maybe we should put it by the change table" she points after you felt her lean more into your hold.

"That way when one of us is changing one, one of us can rock the other, I like that idea" she nods knowing that you weren't paying attention but more admiring her for how beautiful she looked in your sweats and her oversized tee. "Darling" you gently swung her in your arms so she could face you, "it is already so perfect, the only thing missing is our beautiful babies" you kissed her softly before she could say anything, your hands gently stroking the sides of her stomach. "Sooo, you agree? Beside the change table?" she asked once you pulled back a little, you chuckled, "yes honey, if you think it looks better by the change table than I'll move it for you"

"Thank you, baby" she smiled sweetly as you let her go and moved the rocking chair. She stood by the door with both hands naturally rubbing her stomach, "that's better. I promise I won't touch the room anymore, not until they arrive" she smiled.

That was only the start of the day ahead, but you weren't complaining. You loved seeing how happy Wanda was, how excited she was to be bringing your babies into the world, to raise them with you, having this life with you was all she wanted.

"Baby" Wanda walked into the living room in a huff and pout of her lips, "yes darling?" You looked up at her, "I need you to move, please" she replied.

"Okay, I can move" you looked confused and stood up from the sofa, "and I need you to move the entire living room around, it's not baby safe" she adds once you're on your feet. You looked around the living room then back at your wife, "Honey, the babies aren't going to be able to crawl and move around for a few months" you reminded her as you gently pulled her close to you, "but what if we drop one?" She raised a brow causing you to laugh, "baby, I highly doubt you'd let that ever happen"

"Don't laugh, we have to be very serious" she tried to hide her own laughter, "shall I get up on the roof and replace the tiles with foam?" You joked. Wanda chuckled then stopped suddenly, "actually, that's a good idea! What if a tile falls off while we're leaving the house? Oh god, can you please do that today? We should go to the store! I'll go get my co-"

"Wands, sit down" you cut her off before she started to get more ahead of herself. "What?" She frowned, "sit down for a moment, please" You gestured to the sofa, with a sigh, Wanda took a seat and rubbed a hand over her stomach. "Alright now mommy, cover those ears, I need to have a little chat with our babies" You kneeled in front of her, Wanda chuckled and playfully covered her ears with her hands while you placed two kisses on her stomach.

"Listen here my beautiful babies, you're starting to make mommy a little crazy and I know you're excited to come and see how beautiful she is and trust me, she's so beautiful but mama needs to make sure mommy is resting and not stressing. How is mama meant to look after our queen when you're making her do silly things? I love you both so much, but I need you both to just take a wiggle back and let mommy see that everything is okay and that you both are safe, and I promise when you babies arrive, us three can do all the silly stuff with mommy. I know just how to make her jump" you kissed her belly once again before looking up at her with a soft smile.

Wanda had tears in her eyes as she smiled at you, "baby you aren't supposed to be listening!" You playfully shook your head, "you told them to wiggle back" she chuckled, "they have the best mama" she added as she pulled you up slightly, "and an even better mommy" you whispered against her lips before kissing her.

You sat down beside her and let her rest her head on your shoulder as she gently rubbed her stomach again, "I can't wait to meet them, I just want to see their beautiful faces already" she says softly, you place a hand on top of hers and smile. "they're going to take after you so much" you kissed the top of her head before she looks up with you tired eyes from being on her feet too much, "you're still thinking about the damn tiles aren't you" you slightly tilt your head as she nods, "alright" you playfully sigh, "I'll go to the store"

"No baby, it's okay, it'll be fine, right?" She kept you in place on the sofa. You nodded and kissed her cheek, "are you tired honey?" You whispered as Wanda moved her head to your lap, "So tired, but it's not even mid-day" she mumbled with her eyes closed. You smiled softly while looking down at her before running your fingers through her long red locks, "have a nap baby, it sounds like our babies listened to my little chat"

Wanda was already snoring softly to have even heard your final words.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #fanfiction #flufftober

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nightendale · 11 months

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Bad liar | Yellowjackets natalie scatorccio x reader

Words: 1k

Based of this prompt

I wrote reader with a girl in mind but it can be read as a nb reader, there’s no mentions of gender or anything alluding to the gender of reader.

Warnings: cheating, swearing, natalie being a shithead, mentions of sex, angst

For an hour of the three they had been gone you’d propped yourself on the single arm chair of the cabin just waiting out the window, the other girls were confused in your anxiousness over the two and you let them stay in the unknown about ur reasons.

Truth be told though it wasn’t the both of them that you were worried about, it was just Natalie, you and the other girl had just made the next step in your relationship going from friendship to a somewhat relationship something that now has you insecure around Travis, knowing deep down he’d be the better option.

You try to push your insecure thoughts away and continue to watch out the window ignoring the other girls whines about you not helping out.

After around two hours later you awoke to Jackie slamming the cabin door open, sitting up confused you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and got up seeing that not only was Jackie out the front of the cabin, but the rest of you team was, including Travis and nat.

You were about to run up to Nat all bad feelings vanishing upon the sight of the other girl, that was until you started really taking in what was in front of you, Natalie and Travis both had flushed cheeks, no it’s probably from the weather you thought, until your eyes trail up a bit more to see the state of their hair.

That’s also when you finally came to what Jackie was saying to them, “glad to know why we don’t get any food is because you’re trying to become mayor of bone town.”

She wouldn’t would she ?

Just a day ago she was kissing me and laughing about our future out of the Forrest.

You hoped, you hoped Jackie was wrong, you hoped they had a good reason, you hoped, you hoped your heart wasn’t about to get broken, until Travis and Natalie stayed quiet no denying of Jackie’s accusations.

You’re gonna be sick.

You turn around not wanting to hear anymore, not wanting to see her anymore, fuck them fuck this cabin fuck it all, you run inside not caring how crazy you look, you’re heart was just shattered into a million little pieces.

Running inside you slam the door behind you and run straight upstairs to the attic, your emotional state not caring how scared you normally are of it and taking comfort in being alone.

You lay down in the pile of blankets left up there by one of the many other girls, and sob.

You awake to the feeling of someone pushing your hair out of your face, realising you must’ve cried yourself to sleep you groggily sit up and wipe the sleep out of your eyes, about to say hi to the mystery person until your eyes adjusted, Natalie, Natalie was sat in front of you looking distraught, her eyes and lips were puffy looking like it was most likely from crying and her eyes looked so dull, she was just staring at you with the most guilt wenched look making you remember what had happened.

The memories flushed through you, making you swat her hand away, not missing the hurt that flashed across her face.

“What are you doing up here Natalie.” You basically spit at her, pushing your body backwards trying to get away from her as much as possible.

“I wanted to see you.”

“What, you bored of Travis already?” You say moving to get up, you didn’t want to be in this attic at all let alone with her right now.

She follows your movements, “I swear (y/n) it wasn’t like that at all.”

“What was it then Natalie?, we get together and then you ho and screw the first guy that’ll give you attention?” You say turning to face her moving closer to her anger taking over every part of your body.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen.” She says tears starting to pool in her eyes, she moves her hands to try and grab yours, making you move them like she had just burnt you.

You start laughing dryly “you’re telling me you didn’t mean to fuck someone else mere days after we had gotten together?” You shake your head, moving to leave the attic “I can’t believe I thought you’d be any different with me.”

Natalie reaches out pulling you back so you can’t leave, “please (y/n), it was a mistake I promise it won’t happen again, please can we work this out, i will change I’ll change for you.” She pleads to you holding onto your wrist.

You release yourself from her grasp and move so your chest to chest, “you’re a bad liar scatorccio, we’re done.” You say lowly in her face, you then walk past her hitting her shoulder on the way out.

As you leave you can hear her break out in a sob, you just shake your head, she won’t change, she can’t handle loving without pain and you were tired of hurting.

Note: thank you for the love on the killing moon !!! Another chapter for it should be out sometime this week but until then I’ll be writing some mini fics, my request are open btw so if you’d like to see something request away :)

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mishmosh-chaos · 2 months

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- Here we go again -

Good Omens Crowley & Aziraphale Oneshot

A/N: Hello, hello! First, let me say that I just finished watching Good Omens, and for the love of both heaven and hell, I simply adore them! And I haven't had inspiration to write anything for a long time on any of my blogs, but these two changed that. So,hopefully, I can still write something – somewhat – likeable! Also, english is not my main language, so do be lenient on me if you happen to stumble across any kind of mistakes! Happy reading! 💚

„Here's to us, Angel!“

Aziraphale turns his head towards Crowley, not bothering to hide the radiant smile from his face.

„To us!“ he replies happily lifting and bringing his hand towards Crowley, the soft clink of their champagne glasses joining in with the murmurs and the music surrounding them.

Taking a sip, he gaze around. The Ritz looked lovely as ever, and everything was just right as always – the lighting adjusted in perfect balance, that no matter where you looked at, there was no need to strain your eyes for a clear sight; the music was playing at just the right volume, providing conversers, if needed so, the chance to talko freely without fear of being overheard and/or spied on. Yes, everything was lovely, indeed.

Then again, this time, it wasn't just lovely – it was magnificent!

There wasn't much of a difference from any other times that they came here together, yet this time, everything was much, much better.

And it was exactly because of that, being here together, that it made it so much better. Because this time that „together“ had a completely different meaning from all other past „togethers“.

„Ok, I have to ask, but what's up with that?“

Aziraphale turns and hazily look back at Crowley, still smiling with the same intensity „Sorry? With what?“

„With that!“ Crowley remark and wiggle with his fingers towards his face „You have that goofy smile on almost since we got here.“

„I do have it, don't I? Indeed you're right.“ He reply, Crowly shifting in his chair upon hearing it and leans closer to him „Alright. But, you still haven't answered me why. And honestly, Angel, you kinda starting to give me the heebie-jeebies with it.“

„Now, come on, you're over exaggerating!“ Aziraphale exclimes „I'm just – I'm just being happy.“

Crowley stays silent for a moment, then lowers his sunglasses halfway down his nose exposing his demon eyes, and gives him a piercing stare „Angel, I've seen you happy before, and this is definitely something else.“

„Oh, but I am happy, and very much so,“ he starts excitedly „it's just a - a special kind of happy. That's why it seemes strange to you.“

The demon barely managed to rise his eyebrow to emphasize how he still wasn't satisfied with his answer when Aziraphale almost screamed joyfully to his face „Ohh, you dim idiot! I'm happy because of us!“

„You are?“ Crowley finally speaks up sounding baffled, and just as he was about to start elaborate some more on the subject, he notice something was off, very quickly realizing Crowley was barely managing to keep on a straight face, the corners of his lips quivering like crazy trying not to form into a smile.

But he wasn't angry at Crowley for teasing him like this, not at all. He just smiles bright again and speak as proudly possible „Yes, yes I am. I am very much so happy because of it. Because of us.“

That word, us, slowly began to crawl so deep into his being, making him wonder, how on earth is it possible for just one word, for one so ordinary, so common word, to have such a power over somebody, stirring up feelings and emotions unknow thus far.

And just the thought of almost missing out on the chance for that us to even exist...no, he didn't even want to go back to those kind of dark thoughts. He was just extremely glad and thankful that Crowley was somehow able to forgive him for his hurtful actions.

„Very well then.“

Crowley's words snap him from his thoughts, and he watch how the demon, now clearly smiling, laids back in his chair bringing his glass to his lips „ As you were, Angel.“

He chuckles shaking his head, also taking another sip from his glass, continuing to enjoy this moment.

„By the way, Angel...“

Not a minute later, the demon's voice once again break his enjoyment, yet again he didn mind it, he just turns towards him smiling. And as shortly before, Crowley's sunglasses were once again half way down his nose and that piercing stare was once more focused on him.

„I was just wondering if I heard it right, but, did you – just now, call me an idiot?“

Aziraphale's eyes widen, he definitely didn't expect a question like this. But he better do something fast to fix this.

„You know, Crowley, I believe I did do that, but you kind of deserved it.“ he begins, then lowers his glass on the table and shifts in his chair so his whole body was now facing him, and gently grasp his hand between his „And for the record, I meant it in the most affectionately way possible.“

Without averting his stare nor moving his hand from Aziraphale's grasp, Crowly takes a deep breath before adjusting his sunglasses back on „If you say so, Angel. If you say so.“

Crowley grabs the new bottle of champagne the waiter just brought to their table and starts filling his glass „You know, Angel, you still didn't tell me how you got out of Heaven.“

Aziraphale looks at him a bit confused „Well, I took the elevator, ofcours. How else would I have leave?“

„I know you took the elevator,“ Crowley replies rolling his eyes „but, what I mean is, I expected of them to be watching your every move closely, you know. So I didn't think that they would just let you roam up there freely.“

„You know, so was I,“ Aziraphale comments back equally surprised „but after they updated me about the plan and all that..“

„Oh, yeah, the Second Comming-destruction of all – yada yada – plan...“

„Exactly!“ Aziraphale continues, not paying attention to Crowley cutting him off „Well, after that, they really just left me alone.“

„Alright. But, you see - you've been back down here for how long now? Three, no, four days?“

The Angel nods affirmatively.

„Right,“ Crowley remarks thoughtfully before continuing „so, you've been back here for four days now, and I'm sure they must have notice by now that you're gone. What really get me thingking – what makes me really curious is, why haven't we heard anything about it? I mean, your disappearance would definitely be hot news, for both up and down folks.“

„I believe you're right.“ Aziraphale says before continuing „I suppose it must be connected with a note i left.“

„I'm sorry, what?“ Crowley almost spit his drink „Did – did you just say you left a note?“

„Yes, yes I did.“

„I can't – I – I don't - what in the Hell did you do that for?“ Crowley exploded, he couldn't believe his ears. Who was the idiot here now?! „Are you seriously telling me, that you left a note, in Heaven, informing them about your escape?“

„Something like that, yes. You make it sound like it's some big deal, when really, it isn't.“

„Not a big deal? NOT a big deal?! For Hell's sake, Angel, are you even listening to yourself?! Ofcourse it's a big deal!“

„Now, now, Crowley, no need to be this upset.“

„Upset? I'm not upset, I'm furious!“

Crowly was now on his feet, pacing furiously back and forth, but Aziraphale was unfazed „Ah, but you still haven't heard the best part yet.“

„There's more?“ Crowley freeze in place already feeling defeated, and throws himself back in his chair „For the love of it... I need a drink - or the whole bottle.“

„Oh, but do listen to me, Crowley, you're going to want to hear what i got to say.“

Aziraphale sounded excited like a little kid, which only made Crowley even more desperate. So he downs a few drinks and lowers his forehead not so lightly on the table „I doubt it, Angel, but you're gonna say it anyway. So, go on, spit it out.“

„All right, here it goes – I stole the book.“

„You stole a book?“

„Yes,“ Aziraphale repeats excitedly „I stole the book.“

„A book... he stole a book. Marvelous, just bloody marvelous.“ Crowley scoffs and lifts his head to look at Aziraphale „Well, good for you, Angel!“

„Oh, for the sake of it,“ now it was Aziraphale turn to get frustrated „you are not really listening to me! Look!“

Crowley didn't know what to expect, but when the Angel lowered the book on the tabel, and when he finally realized what that book was, the demon jumped back up on his feet in a flash, removing his sunglasses as if to take a better look of it.

„Nooo..it can't be...“

„Oh, but it is!“

„No – really?“

„Mhm.“

„But – no, it can - but how?“

„I told you, Crowley, I stole it! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?“

„Ofcourse I'm listening, Angel! But – but you said you stole a book. How on earth was I suppose to think it was this book?“

„Im pretty certain I said the book, and not a book.“

„Argh, who cares!“ Crowley growls „You could have just say I stole the Book of Life, it would definitely save us some time. And nerves.“

"Well, it's settled now, right? So, what do you have to say to all this now, hmm?"

"Well, now, it all makes a bit more clear for me, that's for sure," Crowley comments sitting back "at least for the part of why we haven't heard anything yet."

"It does?" Aziraphale questions back confused.

"Indeed it does, Angel."

"Well, care to share?"

He rolls his eyes "What it means, Angel, is that we haven't heard anything yet, because the upstairs has still managed to keep it from leaking out, and that is a good thing for us."

"It is? How so?" Aziraphel was even more confused now.

"It means," Crowlys begins standig up and puts his sunglasses back on "we still have some time to think of a plan on how to save our arses. Again. So, chop chop, Angel, we gotta roll!"

"Whaat? We have to leave immediately?" Aziraphale stands up reluctantly "Ohh, but we didn't even get our food yet!"

Crowly lets out somewhat annoyed growl and grabs Aziraphale hand "Trust me, Angel, not getting our food is the least problem in comparsion to what is waiting for us. Now, lets go."

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year

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Eloped in Space Part 6

Read part 5 here

The days after Danny had moved into the manor had been strange to say the least. Dick couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the man who had become like a father to him had turned into some love drunk dork.

They were still slightly in their puppy love stage but Danny had managed to keep Bruce’s hands off of him long enough for Danny to decide that he was going to bond with each one of Bruce’s kids. He had apparently decided that the first one to do this was with Dick. Danny and Bruce had been back on Earth for about a month now as Danny settled into living in the manor and getting used to how everything ran. According to Damian, Duke, and Tim it was an interesting adjustment but they all seemed to enjoy having the man there.

“So,” Danny said, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. They were currently at some random diner in Bludhaven, Danny insisting that he could come to Dick to see him. Something about making a point to make an effort in this familial relationship. He rested his elbows on the table and stared at Dick with those blue eyes that looked as though they had seen their fair share of trauma in the world and refused to let it get him down. “Tell me about your relationship with Bruce. Is he good to you? He’s not shitty or anything? You get plenty of love and affection from him?”

“Uh…no?” Dick said slowly, furrowing his brows. “Bruce is the most emotionally constipated person I know. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever seen him act like that with anyone before.”

Danny made a face and nodded. “I see. Well, just so you know, Bruce will be starting therapy next week. He will be going three times a week until his therapist decides he can go less. He’s also going to be starting some medicine to help with his depression,” Danny said with a small smile, tiredness shone in his eyes.

“H-how did you get him to agree to that?” Dick asked, eyes wide in shock. Bruce? In therapy? What the actual fuck? What had Danny done to the man?

The Ghost King simply shrugged his shoulders. “My sister was a psychiatrist and took mental health very seriously. I myself see a therapist twice a month. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about all of the craziness that can happen in the world and in our existences. I told Bruce that if he wanted this relationship between the two of us to work he would need to be in some form of therapy. Then last week he met my sister and Jazz basically made him agree to meeting with her three times a week.”

“Wait, your sister? I thought you were like some immortal being, I didn’t realize you had a living family?” Dick asked, looking at the man who had declared himself his stepfather in confusion.

Danny grinned. “Yeah, Jazz died like two hundred years ago or something like that. She’s a ghost in my realm. Our parents both moved on, as did my friends that I grew up with. But Jazz decided that she had to be a pain in my life for eternity. Like I said, when she was alive she was a psychiatrist. And she’s insisting that she works with Bruce to make sure she’s okay.”

“Isn’t it like a breach of trust or something since she’s your sister?” Dick questioned, taking a sip of his soda.

At this his stepfather’s face fell in annoyance. “Trust me, Jazz is a pain in the ass. She would never break Bruce’s trust and if anything she’ll just tell him anything he wants to know about my childhood or something. But, he’s going to be getting therapy and Jazz is going to start working on that emotional constipation ASAP.”

Dick smiled at the man. “Danny, you’re an amazing step dad. I can’t believe you got Bruce into therapy. Alfred has been trying to convince him since the guy was eight and nothing worked.”

Danny gave him a rueful smile and took a bite of his burger. “I love Bruce a lot, Dick. I’m going to make sure he’s taken care of, whether he likes it or not. I have been around for a very long time, Bruce is the first person I’ve ever loved like this. And because of that, I’m going to make sure he’s okay and isn’t hurting. Under that emotional constipation is a man who loves his family more than anything in this world. The entire time we were on that mission together, all he could talk about was how proud of you guys he was and how much he loved you all. It was very sweet.”

“How’d you do it? How’d you get past it?” Dick asked, looking at the man like he was his own personal hero. At this point he pretty much was.

Danny just gave him a secretive smile, eyes shining. “I have my ways to get under people’s skin. I can also read people pretty well and knew just which buttons to push. It also didn’t help that from the moment I met Bruce he just looked at me like he either wanted to fuck me or whisk me away to protect me forever. He also had this look like he wanted to learn all of my secrets which was pretty fun. But we just got to know each other on that mission and the more I opened up about my life and after life the more he was willing to do the same.”

Dick took a bite of his own burger and smiled as he mulled over it. If Danny was able to successfully get Bruce in therapy to work on his problems and get the man to open up more, Dick would probably lose his ever loving mind. He couldn’t believe the changes he was seeing in Bruce but he was excited to see how it would go.

“I think you’re going to be really good for him, Danny,” Dick said with a small smile.

Danny beamed at him. “I think he’s going to be really good for me too,” he said quietly.

Read part seven here

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ayotamacheck · 5 months

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Theo, Pablo, Raf and Kenny with an asexual farmer? Also, same group with a sick farmer? So happy you're taking requests again!! 🩷

sorry some of these are a little short!! wanted to get all of it in and it was quite a lot to write haha. hope you enjoy!!

i actually talked about pablo, rafael, and kenny here but ill add more cuz it's been a while😌

post under the cut :)

Asexual Farmer

Theo

okso i headcanon lily as being asexual right orr at least somewhat aspec. and if that is the case then theo already sort of understands it even before you tell him

literally nothing changes!! the relationship is the exact same LMAO. he's the most chivalrous guy around–of course nothing is going to change. he still serenades you and takes you out on his boat and loves you like nothing else in the world.

Pablo

“what's that”

KIDDING but yeah he's pretty unfamiliar with it. he's a little confused at first but he's totally respectful about it–maybe the two of you sit down and he asks a few questions so that he can make sure that he understands

when he does understand, you're a little worried that he will have some sort of problem with it. pablo is known for being a romantic, after all, and he's not exactly shy about intimacy. but you'd be wrong! he doesn't have a problem with it at all. maybe it's an adjustment to his mindset at first, but at the end of the day he treats it the same as he would treat any other boundary. if you tell him that you're not interested, then he won't ever even dream of pushing

if anything, he's a little concerned if he's ever overstepprd by accident. he's definitely relieved if you tell him he hasn't

besides, he loves you for more than your body. sure he thinks you're attractive–i mean, he literally introduces himself alongside calling you cute. but as he's gotten to know you, he loves so much more than that. he loves your mind and your sense of humor and your wit–he loves the smile on your face when you tell him about something you like, he loves the sound of your voice. you're one of the best things to ever happen to him. why would it matter to him if sex is off the table, so long as he gets to keep you in his life?

Rafael

literally as soon as you tell him he just pulls you into a hug like “thank you for trusting me enough to tell me”

he's a little emotional about you trusting to tell him, and he asks a few questions just to make sure he understands everything alright. he's totally fine with it when you get into a relationship, though! he would never dream of initiating anything sexual without explicit interest on both sides, anyway, and he has no interest in pushing you into anything you're not comfortable with. i mean, this guy probably takes ages to even get comfortable /hugging/ you without having to triple check that you're cool with it–he’s not gonna have a problem here lol

he's much happier just laying in bed reading together anyway

overall relationship is the same, just as sweet as ever <3

Kenny

he could not care less!!

to be clear, he's totally respectful of your preferences and your boundaries. if you aren't into sex, then that's fine by him. he's attracted to you for more than that–he loves being around you, he loves talking to you, he loves surprising each other with gifts or spending afternoons tending the animals together or dining by the lake. he wouldn't ever even dream about pressuring you into sleeping together anyway, so if you tell him that you're asexual, that won't change anything.

to be honest, i also headcanon kenny as ace or at least aspec, so to a degree he also just understands how you feel!

really, nothing will change in how you guys are. the only difference is that now he knows. he still just as sweet and affectionate as ever :)

Sick Farmer

Theo

theo gives me the vibes of someone who would have some weird family remedy for every sickness that he swears by even if it's the strangest thing. so he's definitely going to show up at your house like “listen farmer i know this sounds crazy but i swear it works–”

nine times out of ten it does not work

but it's the thought that counts <3

he isn't afraid of getting sick since he's got a rock solid immune system, so he's definitely coming over to spend time with you. he makes you fresh food, he cuddles with you, the whole nine yards.

PLUS he'll serenade you. 100% he's serenading you. who needs spotify, you've got this guy hanging around your house willing to play you whatever you want at a moment’s notice

he's the kind of guy that's gonna get nervous every time you cough too hard though, so you better believe he's keeping you medicine stocked and probably crashing at your place at least a few nights out of the time you're sick. you've gotta chase him out with a broom to get him to stop worrying about you

Pablo

ok as ive said before pablo is the best at taking care of loved ones when he's sick

he's had tons of practice being an older brother, after all! especially because he is the one who gets other people sick 99% of the time since he refuses to rest or stop his daily activities when he's sick lol

he will definitely insist that /you/ rest, though. he'll get rafael to cover the shop for him and he'll come over to spend the day at the farm with you. he's kind of clueless at agriculture but yk he'll do his best to get some chores done for you so that you aren't stressing. he will pretty much force you to stay in bed or at least off your feet, so if he has to gather some vegetables or feed a few animals to get you to relax then he'll do it

he cannot cook to save his life so unfortunately you're just getting microwaveable chicken soup, but it's the thought that counts

he has no fear of getting sick so he'll probably insist on spending the day cuddling and watching reruns of your favorite shows

he's definitely catching whatever you have though, and you're gonna have to return the favor to him in a week lmao

Rafael

he's very good at recognizing when people are sick–he lives with pablo after all, and pablo is the king of denial when he's sick–so he probably notices you're coming down with something before you do.

he's straight to mother hen mode. bedrest and blankets, checking your temperature, making you homemade soup–the whole nine yards. he'll get pablo to run the shop for a little while so that he can come down and hang out with you. he'll show up with an armful of his favorite old horror movies to show you, plus a few books the two of you can read. being as introverted as he is he's perfectly content to come up with stuff that the two of you can do without putting any strain on you.

he gives me the vibes of someone who is very good when it comes to sick food. he's always got something warm waiting for you when you get hungry! soup or cookies or whatever. and if you're like stomach sick then he's more than happy to buy you all the crackers and ginger ale you could eat

he's also perfectly happy to let you sleep, whether that means going out to run errands for you or just getting housework done for you

he'll probably cave and let you cuddle with him, even if he really doesn't want to get sick lol. if he does catch it, he's a good sport about it though

Kenny

ok he's both the best and also the worst when you're sick

he's bummed for you because he knows how much /he/ hates being sick–it takes him away from everything that he enjoys and makes him miserable every time. he's also bummed that he has no company for his time outside every day

so while he does feel sorry for you, he does /not/ want to risk catching whatever you've got. and you don't want to give it to him, considering how miserable he gets whenever he has so much as a cold. suffice to say no sick cuddles with him lol

he'll definitely come by the farm every day and handle your chores. this guy grew up on a ranch; how different can farming be? your animals are definitely getting spoiled by him for as long as you're sick, and even a little after, though that's nothing new. he also handles all of the planting, the harvesting, the watering, the shipping–whatever you need done! you crack your window and chat with him while he works. he definitely won't let you come out to help, but he's happy to talk and keep you company even if it's from outside

he'll also bring you food :) and probably other little treats too, because he feels bad not being able to be affectionate with you

#coral island #coral island headcanons #coral island imagines #coral island writing #x my writing #anon #x theo <3 #x pablo <3 #x rafael <3 #x kenny <3

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wanted to ask, could we get a look in to how you put together your animatics?? I've been toying with the idea of trying to make one of my own, but I've got no idea where to start

oh yeah totally

though to be fair, a HUGE chunk of my time is spent listening to about 20 seconds of a song and imagining how the images move around like a little movie, and I refine a ton of stuff in my head before starting to actually put scenes down on paper. This happens with non-music boarding too, imagining different versions of how the scenes line up with dialogue/music. So step one: put a song on repeat and daydream for at least two hours. But, if you aren’t sure how to do this, I’d suggest looking at animatics, MAP projects, AMVs, animated musicals, fight scenes, etc. what do they do that’s cool? Imitate them.

after that, I have most of the main images with some blank spots im not sure how to fill until I put them down. I make something like this and get the compositions of each main image looking more or less okay in this form. This is also the stage I figure out the in between blank spots. I try not to have weird camera moves or other storyboarding don’ts, but some storyboarding donts are completely valid to break if you know what you want aesthetically. As usual. This one was actually pretty clean, but check out all the framing edits. i always have to make the frame bigger

If you really don’t know what goes in between things, don’t be afraid to focus on some little details of the scene, pull out and show us the setting, put some flowery symbolism on screen, give us some fun little comedic anime inserts, or do what cowboy standoffs do and build tension. What we used to do was draw paws stepping across the screen or eyes blinking, lol

next comes audio sync! I like to get the timing extant on copies of these rough thumbnails before moving on. It helps my brain work through smaller more animated movements + testing if the things I came up with for the blank spots work. and also just makes it happy. And also, most importantly, it tests if the compositions work. If you can see it, the whole sequence with mom was a blank spot until I sketched it. I usually do this step in roughanimator even if i don’t finish it in roughanimator. Keeps it very rough.

after this is just a lot of polishing and layers! For lots of small animatics, I just use roughanimator and leave it like that. It’s surprisingly good for a very basic program. But, for things that need tweens or lots of camera movement, I use toon boom harmony. It’s more powerful and is actually supposed to be used for animation, which. Yknow. I do. I tried storyboard pro, it wasn’t my favorite.

Here are some, I guess, miscellaneous more technical tips for making your animatics feel nice!

If you’re going for lots of movement, try out timing it so big movements or scene transitions line up with the spikes in the audio WAV. If it doesn’t feel right, move it a few frames BEFORE the spike/audio beat. Your brain usually wants to see something move barely before it hears it - this works for dialogue especially. BUT! Don’t feel like you have to do this for every beat. unless you want to feel like Wes Anderson, which you can do and I will not stop you.

If you’re going for something slower with not that much movement, try motion tweening! or adjusting something very slowly so we don’t linger on one still image for forever.

you don’t need crazy camera angles for everything, but put a few in there for spice. This all depends on your mood you want to cultivate. Slow = flatter, spacious, details; fast = lots of moves, weird angles, perspective; disorienting = slow/jerky weird angles etc etc. the camera has emotions built into it. Because the camera is you! surprise!

watch storyboarding tutorials. lots of people zoom in too much when they draw and I am not excluded. Also, keep in mind the eyesight rule. It’s hard for me to explain concisely but… you as the artist are always leading the viewers eye somewhere, with every shot you make. Don’t make them dizzy by having the center of attention jump around to six different spots for six shots straight - if you find yourself unhappy with a sequence, especially a fast one, see if your line of sight is going all over the place and try moving the subject of a shot or two somewhere else or having them move/gesture towards the new shot’s focal point so the viewers eye moves there naturally. I’m actually not great at doing this when words/lyrics are involved, pmv makers have my respect.

contrast is your friend. If you want to emphasize a big fast move or big bright image, put little slow moves or simple images right before/after it. and vice versa! this counts for camera too!

easy camera shakes are just 3-4 frames of cam down/up/down less/up less, a blank tween or two (easing back into normal), and then a key for your desired normal camera location. Or left/right, whichever.

your brain needs about six frames to fully register an object as being an object. If you want someone to see and really See it, rather than just get a glimpse of it and go "What was that!" It needs more than six frames.

don’t be afraid to experiment!!!!!! And don’t get overwhelmed! Everything I just described I MOSTLY do off instinct, which you’ll get a sense for after you make one. Or like…. Ten. Does it feel good in your heart? Then that’s what’s important. Find an idea you want to make move, figure out your limits (programs, attention span, drawing capability, make sure not to commit to a minute long amv if you dont KNOW you wanna do a minute long amv), and plan around that. When I was A Child, people on youtube were just making like three amvs per second and cringe hadn’t been invented yet so they were all mostly untrained unpolished and so so important and based to me. Stop thinking so hard about it. You gotta get that animatic out there into the world or it’ll start fermenting in your brain and make you sick. So what if it doesn’t turn out exactly the way you imagined it? You’ll have another idea tomorrow. And if it matters that much, you can always do it again. Go make! Good luck!

#long post #haha sorry! That turned into more of a tutorial which I hope is what you wanted #i dont know how to do edits; honestly; but thats not what you asked. a very cool form of video making! no clue how to do it well #ask #anon #hmm for the eyesight rule #dont misunderstand -- dialogue over the shoulder shot a/ shot b style are not 'jumping around'#i mean like something moves on the LEFT and then the next shot has something spinning down from the TOP to the BOTTOM and then the next #you have something on the LEFT again moving UP #yknow?#idk if hearing gifs counts as synesthesia but silent moving things make noise in my head #so it kinda works vice versa. sometimes noise can make moves

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