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bloodiegawz · 2 years
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here's draconia castle depths btw!! plus a little video of malleus blinking at you~
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bathroomtrapped · 1 year
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What are the basic differences between saws original script and the outcome? Why did they not play those scenes?
theres a lot of superficial changes, like their ages and adams last name being denlon. honestly still not sure where faulkner-stanheight got confirmed as his last name!
a lot of the things that were cut had to do with adams character and im not entirely sure why it was cut. his reason for being there was because he was suicidal. jigsaw said something along the lines of "everyday youve wanted to die". he wanted to go to vet school and had an interaction with some cat in his apartment. theres a scene where his mother calls, saying his father isnt mad and that he should call them. he writes on a sticky note "call mom" then adds a "?"
he has an interaction with a shitty neighbor, begs god to become a better person
theres probably a few small details about him im forgetting bc its been a while since ive reread the screenplay but the common theme is that the saw movie cut out a MASSIVE amount of context for adams character.
im not entirely sure why, i think some scenes might have to do with cutting down on time (the cat scene would probably get cut for time before filming once they actually start working on the project) vs something that was cut to make the story tighter and change adams role in the story.
he tells lawrence that basically, be hid the photo because he "didnt know what he would do". aka he was scared that itd motivate lawrence to kill him more. not sure why this is cut because some people clearly did not pick up on that lol
basically everything we know about adam is only known to us because it has something to do with lawrence. we know it because lawrence needs to. its unfortunately bc i like adam enough to want to know more but it serves the story better. hes the audience. we know what we know bc adam knows it or learns it. hes the one behind the camera. hes a voyeur. hes literally nothing. he died forgotten by basically everyone and hes just BARELY there in the narrative bc hes just... nothing.
at the end of the day, he was just a pawn. hes not important to anyone but lawrence because this is his story. this is his test and were just the people chained up and forced to watch it play out. i imagine his backstory and personal information was cut for this reason.
during the editing process, there were scenes cut. i know the trap was supposed to be more elaborate originally. i think the cat scene was cut out to save time and the mom scene/motivation/history was cut to firmly center the narrative on lawrence
one change that fucking BAFFLES me is that at the end during the love scene, adam originally asks lawrence "am i going to be okay?". in the film its "are WE going to be okay?" umm im honestly not quite sure what series of thoughts propelled them to make such a gay film by accident, call the end the LOVE SCENE publicly, and then proceed to be shocked when people call them on it? leigh was shocked to see chainshipping fics back during the ff.net days (fun fact: the first ever chainshipping fanfic was published on ffnet called rebirth. its still up)
my best guess is that leigh wanted to push their "relationship" (whatever they think that is) further for more emotional pay off. most of the changes seem to pull their themes tighter. it ends up working in its favor. adam is lawrences test and his moral core or whatever, so they have a pretty instant connection. it was probably done to make lawrence suffer more! or maybe make it gayer and leigh is just doing a bit
theres also the lampshade song lol. some dumb shit leigh made up and cary refused to do, so they changed it to the weird little piggy thing instead. MINOR minor improvement
certain words were changed because cary just kinda... rolled with it. he adjusted the script a few times bc he rly liked lawrence for some reason. he still does. leigh just accepted it and let him do his thing
amanda was also amanda denlon in the screenplay im pretty sure
tapp was dunked on by john as he assassins creed-ed him in the throat for being a 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN! absolutely insane
the way adam finds out lawrence is a doctor is different, he talks about possibly being injected with rohypnol LOL
the heart was actually a clue leading to the word toilet written over his heart, under his shirt. the blood heart wasnt in the script LOL. i imagine cary didnt want to have toilet written on his bare chest for the film? a shame
theres more interactions with tapp, sing, lawrence, and brett (his lawyer) im assuming its what happened before they asked lawrence to sit and watch amandas testimony. they say his fingerprints were found at the scene, not a pen. i think either way its interesting because. wow! lawrences prints are in the system which means he has a record. the implications are kinda funny, it makes how baffled he is that tapp dare accuse him of such a thing! even more ironic. now we know that mark was involved in the police and planted the pen, so he probably just out his prints into the system as well
amanda works at lawrences hospital. not sure why this is cut? possibly bc shawnee was begged to join bc james had a big crush on her and she didnt even want to originally. she might notve wanted to do multiple scenes or something at the time before she decided on returning as amanda (for whatever reason, im not quite sure why she became so attached to the series after not joining as enthusiastically as cary did after watching the 2003 short)
amandas reason is also different. i think jigsaw literally hated depressed ppl so much in the script bc she was there for therapy or something LOL. not drugs. prob just cut to improve it
thats all i got. theres a lot of changes for logics sake related to the trap, wording changes for flow (im assuming), time constraints, and to streamline the themes and center it on lawrence
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dearestones · 6 months
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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Vil Schoenheit
@supergigabigboybabechad Request: Heyhi! Romantic twst matchup plspls!!
Im told i have strong aura with my appearance. I have dark hair at shoulders with bangs and hot pink dyed roots that streak to frame my face. Looks? Im a handsome girl! Im not exactly an extravert (lovealonetime) but id say ive nifty social skills. Definetly above average. I love fashion. i sew a lot and i get complements on my look! I love spoiling people best way to explain is examples my friend said she wishes a bakery sold macarons and i made her some another said she wanted leg warmers so i made her some! Personality wise im really cheeky i guess would be the way to describe it sassy and attitude are words i get. I love winning. I have a sharp tongue i think i have a creative way of thinking that translates into the way i speak. I love being there for people i feel like its my whole purpose. I do it as much for myself as i do for others. I like to think im smart and pick things up easily but maybe im just audacious. anecdote: i had weird interests and decided i wanted to do lock picking so i got this set for cheapsies and carried it everywhere. I literally only ever opened the practice lock those things come with but i showed off a whole bunch at school anyways.teacher overheard and asked mw to show her by opening a locked cabinet. I didnt wanna back down and embarrass myself so i just assumed i could do it.took me a good five minutes and i was shaking the whole time but yeah i was a whole show off and i still am confidence is key though right?
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After going through the description given, I have determined that you are best paired with Vil Schoenheit! 
Vil appreciates your confidence in both your bold and daring personality and of course your physical appearance! The key to true beauty, he believes, is to embrace and know who you are from the inside out. Since you are confident in yourself, it is easy to see the beauty that is brimming from your very being. 
Furthermore, he appreciates your being a handsome girl. Some of the best parts about beauty is that there is no one or true way to view beauty, only that you are constantly improving and becoming your best self. If he may say so, he likes to believe that he is a beautiful boy—and as long as it’s not in mockery, he will fall to his knees if you call him such. (Please praise him, he loves hearing compliments from your pretty mouth).
An ambivert who is also quite social! That is a great boon in Vil’s book! As a social media influencer, it’s important that his image not be jeopardized by those who could inadvertently tarnish his good name. He has faith in you, of course, but he admires your personality and will give you your desired alone time if you so wish it. 
You sew and love fashion? Oh my, what a pair you two will make! Vil often keeps a spare sewing kit in his bag if he ever rips his uniform or if he spots one of his dorm residents missing a button. Despite that, however, he never has the time to create original sewing projects. Perhaps, if you’re willing, you can show him what you’re working on? Or maybe the both of you can have a small little date together where he memorizes his lines for his newest role while you work on your sewing! The image is such a lovely sight, please indulge him. 
Spoiling someone is always great as a reward. However, please don’t spoil his more… unrefined dorm residents. Some of them need to learn how to improve and embrace their inherent beauty. That said, feel free to spoil him, but not too much! A part of Vil believes that he needs to earn his way into success and reward. (Be sure to remind him that he doesn’t need to earn or work for your affection!)
Cheeky you say? Well now, you better watch your tongue… Vil knows how to give as good as he gets, especially since the media isn’t as pretty or as kind as some people make it out to be. If you do verbally spar with him or make your wit that much more apparent, he’ll gladly go to toe with you—he will not accept defeat that easily!
Creativity is also a wonderful boon, especially in the industry that Vil works in. Don’t be afraid to tell Vil what you're thinking about. Chances are he’ll like your ideas or even expand upon them to make them even better. 
If you ever see Vil feeling down or brooding about how he doesn’t seem to think that he’s on par with Neige, be there for him. He has support from his Vice Housewarden and a few other friends, but he’ll cherish your commitment to him and your being there for him cheers him up.
Your confidence always astounds! Once Vil hears your story about how you picked a lock at your teacher’s behest, he might scold you for not practicing on other locks so that you may be prepared. Nonetheless, he admits that confidence is a trait that not many people have, especially to the extent that you clearly exhibit. While you seem to be a bit too reckless at times, your inner beauty shines through and honestly, that’s why he loves you. 
Overall, the both of you bring out the best in each other. Vil may be overbearing at times and you may be a bit too bombastic and spontaneous for Vil’s tastes, the both of you get along pretty well and that’s what matters in the end.
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tf2yuri · 1 year
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what im about to say here is probably going to be phrased like ass bc it is late asfuck and words are my enemy
i was gonna do a readmore bbut i forgot how to so i wont. anyway. nvm i got it
i think archiving digital things, like photographs and text files and such is so so important. even like normal stuff you wouldnt think twice of like school projects or a little thing you wrote in your notes or a funny image you saved.
i started thinking about this because i backed up some important things on my laptop, onto my usb. the size of all the files needed turned out to be smaller than i expected, and i still have tons of room on the usb.
i just think teeny tiny pieces of the human experience need to be remembered and preserved. when i was about 12-13 i took some screenshots of an old conversation that took place on skype in a groupchat with a few classmates. it was really ordinary, just 12 year olds in 2016 making poop jokes together. and i felt the need to keep something that i otherwise would have forgotten.
i have long lost access to that skype account. ive forgotten my password, and i dont even know what email of mine it is on, assuming said account even exists anymore. but those screenshots are proof that this account once existed, this group chat once existed and was active.
the reason ive backed up my files is because one of the hinges of my laptop is kinda fucked up, and it only seems to be getting worse. but now that i know that my important files are safe, i know that even if my laptop were totally destroyed tomorrow, i wouldnt lose the files that matter.
another related thought i feel is worth mentioning. i dont believe i will ever have a child of my own, for all sorts of reasons. but if i were to have one, i would keep literally every drawing and thing theyve made ever. i myself have access to few drawings/thingsmade from childhood. the earlier you go back, the less there is. so if i had a child i would do my best to preserve it all, be it physical or digital, because i believe theyre things worth preserving. and when the kid gets older, they can look back on everything and be happy to have pieces of their childhood with them.
i cant say exactlt why but this is making me emotional asfuck, im filled with a bittersweet feeling and tears are coming out of my eyes. smiles so much. i love everyrhing
if youve read this far and understood it i love you so much. if you havent read this i still love you. but if you did read and get something out of it i will be happy asfuck. LOVE YOU
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Invader zim and being abused bc autism parallels
Tw ableism mental illness ed shit emotional abuse physical abuse mentions of violence (and gun violence in disclaimer). u name it we got it. Actual deranged rambling. Like im very mentally ill. Not a joke gamers ig proceed if u wanna make fun of sm1 whos sick in the head or pity me.
Also disclaimer: This rant defo sounds like it was written by the protag of pumped up kicks but istg im talking about petty scraps and bitching when i refer to fucking shit up. I was right next door to a school where a bunch of little kids were killed. The shooter was heading for us next. I knew his family. Bomb threats were called into my school, and i lived in dull aching fear that each schoolday would be my last for years. I have severe trauma from this shit and fear for the little ones in my family who go to school. Me being an angry fucker as a kid and having empathy issues/being mentally ill growing up doesnt mean i was a wannabe shooter. Even at my worst, the most physical violence i took part in was punching or slapping somebody who was antagonizing me (if i even did that, memories r fuzzy.)
Tldr dont compare me to a shooter ive only ever bitched at somebody when unprovoked and wrestled/slap fought somebody when provoked. And im a gentle mf now. Just venting abt fucking kinning with invader zim
Im projecting so hard on my special interest and zim being defective as a parallel 2 having autism i might go insane
Like im into the show bc cute lil alien n robot fuckers and weird neon funy shit rawr XD but as somebody who was an unregulated destructive little shit bc autism, nobody knew how to raise me other than to yell at me to just stop. Just sit still and shut up. Watching zim interact w the tallest, as goofy as it is, tears my lil heart to shreds. I cant remember most of my childhood but shit.
My parents told me they couldnt wait for me to go off to college when i was 11. They treated me as broken, expressed regret over me being vaccinated bc it 'might have made me autistic' to my face??? I loved my fearless perfect parents so much. They told me as a little kid, a teen, an adult they couldnt wait for me to go away. I was treated as a threat, an other, broken.
Growing up i literally thought i was an alien. Even among my own family. It felt like the whole world was in on some secret knowledge about how to behave without being constantly teased and hated and openly despised, i went actually insane from the loneliness at some point. I hope this blog stays hidden so i dont have to see people fucking tearing me apart again.
Every defect was mocked and dissected in front of me, when i was in earshot. I cant imagine what people said about me behind my back. I oscilated between every approach to the foreign, gross, scary, mean humans as possible. I was a sweet kid, if chatty and overexcited.
I couldnt make myself fake expressions. I was told to go away by my peers. I knew i was doing something wrong, i didnt know what.
I shut down emotionally. I was overly harsh, screamed, spoke angrily in any situation. I didnt understand anything except that i didnt understand what was going on, ever, i had been kept at home and propaganda had been drilled into me that everybody outside of my family was evil and an other. I only knew everything, home and outside, wanted to hurt me. Lashing out didnt help. At best i was laughed at. I dont remember what happened at worst. I was pretty scrawny so i didnt do much harm. I had developed from a passive annoyance to a loud, bitchy annoyance. My parents said they wanted to get rid of me before i went bonkers, they must have been borderline about to leave me in a ditch after.
i had confidence and self esteem issues. Made up for those by being louder and crazier and purposefully annoying. Announced to everybody that i was actually perfect and brilliant. Found my band of almost as outcast 'evil minions', dragged them through my crazy schemes. Picked fights at school. Damn i was an ass.
That shit wouldnt last long in the adult world, i had enough stacked against me without being a little shit on purpose all the time. Im saccharine sweet again. I turned back into a doormat as an attempt to survive and to not hurt anybody. I kept myself alive as an adult by telling myself i have to be beyond kind to make up for being so awful. I'm still othered, still whispered about. I cant read tones or facial expressions, my voice is too loud or quiet and just sounds Odd. people hating me coming to light is half a surprise, half expected of everyone.
I wish i could be zim again. I wish i wasnt a drone. I wish i could scream and fight and fuck shit up and not take shit from anyone. I wish i could just fucking be feral again. Nobody liked me, nobody could break me worse than i was already broken.
I like being kind to people more than hurting them. Im a reformed ~evil alien invader~. I never really wanted to hurt people unprovoked, i just wanted to fight back. Now i sit. People throw rocks at me. I smile back at them. The little feral zim creature inside of me screams incessantly about how fucking sick it would be to scream back when people abuse me, until somebody gets tired of the screeching and puts me out of my misery.
I never want to eat. Its a fucking means to an end. I enjoy it for a week once every few months. I starved myself easily as a kid, to be more likable. The little alien voice chants to make people love me and fuck shit up and take over the world. Unfortunately i have a little common sense and picking petty fights doesnt fit into making enough money to pay rent, and trying not to hurt ppl even if they're deadset on fucking me over. 14 yr old me would be appalled by my fucking crippling empathy. 14 year old me had no empathy whatsoever. Lil shit just fucked around and was miserable and liked it. Ugh.
Being kind in a world tht hates ur ass is easier than fighting. Its a good idea and better for you. Dont hurt other people. BUT ITS STILL TIRING AS SHIT EXISTING BEING AUTISTIC HOLY HELL. Yall are fucking KILLING ME. Ill be okay but DAMN
Tldr i want to go apeshit and im autism i love cartoon hehehe
And thats why i kin the lil green alien from a 2001 cartoon on nick of lodeon :3 anyway heres wonderwall
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smc134 · 3 years
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ASTROLOGY NOTES
🖤@ Libra placements: do you tend to bite your tongue a lot? .........💭No literally!!! 👅I know people with ♎️ & all of them tend to physically bite or chew on their tongues! Including me! One of them woke up with a tongue blister because they fell asleep biting their tongue!
🖤Some of the best singers I’ve ever heard were ♍️ . Durand bernarr has insane range with amazing control. Including beyonce & Jennifer hudson. To this day, I’ve never heard someone sing live as good as this virgo i knew... Her voice was DEEP, she could riff & run flawlessly, & she could morph her voice to sound just like lauryn hill🥺 I never cared about the song Marvins Room(drake) until i heard her sing it. I fell in love. The children of mercury 🎤🗣
🖤the 11th house is about ✨wishes come true✨my sun is in my mom’s 11th house. I was born on her birthday.🎈🎉
🖤My experience with Jupiter Conjunct Saturn in the 4th: 🪐I only live with(4th H) ONE(saturn) sibling. But I have a total of EIGHT(jupiter.) 👯‍♂️👯‍♀️👨‍👩‍👧‍👦I’ve lived in the projects(saturn) and a victorian style home(jupiter). I’ve had a huge variety of living situations. 🏡🏠🏚🏘🛖
🖤Air is interactions& verbal expression💬 3rd house=YOU. 7th house=you and me. 11th house= you and everyone else.
🖤Many people I know with mars-ascendant/fire mars/sun-mars have naturally toned/athletic looking bodies even if they’re out of shape! ;D
🖤I can usually tell if someone has aries/angular mars/sun-mars placements if they have a wide forehead or sharp angular eyebrows like this >:-) haven’t been wrong yet
🖤Quote from my Scorpio 7H aunt talking about her ex husband : “I’ve never had my heart broken like with him. I thought we would die together.” 😫😖💔 my uncle with the same placement wrote a song called ”share your soul with me.”
🖤 In my high school girls track team/class, almost every single girl was either a gemini or a virgo. Mercury ;) 🏃🏽‍♀️ 👟
🖤 Ive seen scorpio mid heavens express very differently but with similar themes. 💋1 almost lost his life at his manual labor job & the recovery made him feel reborn like a phoenix.💋1 is in the us navy, an aquatic military. Scorpio is traditionally martian water💋1 is very private about her career and doesn’t want everyone knowing what she does.
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badmemory-a · 2 years
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@finalghosts​ sent:  🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊
under the cut thats like 3 dash pages LKTFGNKJNKTRJNJHTR
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addie was the first character i ever played in a twitter group like she was made specifically for the group and ive adored her since day one . shes the biggest mess because everyone was in 2014 and i had to take the biggest hiatus writing her because i could never find a fc that fit her and worked on indie until i started s2 of euphoria and went omg wait maude would work so well for her ??? like shes the only one of my muses that has a full bio and stats page because she’s my favourite. shes literally my best friend. 
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henry is so based off villanelle it isn’t even funny. like she wasn’t to begin with because i hadn’t seen killing eve but i was watching it like omg this funky littl blonde bitch IS henry and the parallels are so wild. but she’s a contract killer and really good at her job and tries to be heartless but she has a really huge heart and sometimes it gets in the way and also i love them
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i hate to say it ............ wybie was also created for twitter rp and in their twitter verse canonically fucked best friends bc she was bored :/ she’s a youtuber and really into film like . film school graduate and uses that to further her yt career because now she doesn’t know if she really wants to work in the film industry as a woc who has a short temper kfjgnbkjdgnd. has never been in a real relationship and doesn’t know if she even wants to be, has a pet bird, LOVE of my life
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lilith was also a twitter rp character on hiatus because i just COULDNT find an indie fc to work for them. she’s a trained and accredited body piercer and loves her job sm, but she also loves unconventional pets like she has snakes and spiders and is scared of dogs. her parents held her to such high standards growing up that she never felt like she was really good enough for them which lead to her leaving home at 17 to try and start her own life where she only answered to herself and now she’s fully self sufficient because her worst nightmare is having to rely on her parents again. biggest fan of music on earth, hockey fan (derogatory) and is both closed off AND a hopeless romantic
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XANTHE IS MY PRINCESSSSSS she can come across as a maddy carbon copy but it’s just that she never thinks and is the BIGGEST idiot. she isnt malicious or mean she just geta caught up in her emotions a lot. canonically ghosted the same girl twice because she kept forgetting to get her number, is still in love with everyone she’s ever dated, has a pop culture podcast because everyone was doing true crime and she went hmmmm y’all weird i’m gonna talk about my favourite tv shows 
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unlike some of my other muses, lydia IS mean. mean lesbians written by lesbians is my favourite trope and i had to give in ? she’s a lil bit of a misandrist, puts herself first before everyone else and had two separate relationships fail because of how close to her male best friend she was, both women assuming she wasn’t actually a lesbian and was secretly in love with him. her brother named his cat after her, because she suggested it as a joke and he followed through. she won’t bite her tongue to spare anyones feelings
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joey started as a little bit of a wishful self insert. sometimes i project my interests onto characters so i can stop annoying my friends and he got sharks. working as a shark biologist, he since retired from that work and is now a biology teacher at a high school, hoping to shape the minds of his students to further his agenda of protecting marine life, but also just really loving his job. he watches every single marine docu or docuseires and wishes he had those jobs, knowing not much could possibly tear him away from his teaching job. 
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primrose is my second film school graduate, but she does work in the film industry. while her original dream was to become a director, she fell in love with the props department and now works as a prop manager, working towards becoming a prop master and getting to be entirely in charge of the whole department. shes ambitious and hardworking and only dates the wrong people <3
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all you really need to know about grey is they used to lie about being a virgin and heavily relate to 21 questions by waterparks. filmmaker but they didn’t go to film school, they just did it for fun on the side and then kept at it enough that they get to just make short films now, accidentally inspired by the movie home again even though i’ve been writing them for years
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im convinced orla is actually evil to an extent. she cares so little about what people think of her that she just does anything, says anything, and doesn’t worry about the consequences. if she loves you, she loves you with her whole being. but if she doesn’t you’re just another face and you don’t matter too much to her. she has two verses, artist and medic, and in both she’s basically the same. in her artist verse she does comic work and is respected in the field, in her medic verse she does her job well but isn’t the nicest to everyone because she mostly gets hired by sports teams and honestly ? they can handle it
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tell me you’re really into film ooc without telling me. arizona is a film reviewer KJNGFBJKNJ she’s also a mean lesbian BUT i wrote her as a mean lesbian before the show came out so :/ she was born into a twitter rp and absolutely shamed the men that annoyed her. she was still closeted and came out so a man would stop hitting on her, absolute whore but living her best life, doesn’t believe in astrology, biggest ego you’ll ever see
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hariosborn · 3 years
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 sirius black fic rec list!!
okay but imagine having sirius black fall in love with you...a concept 😌
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the feeling that we’re meeting again by @writesowhatnext
cross house relationships!!!!! literally yall are missing out if you project yourself into the same house as your lover!! you’re missing out on the tension, the passion, the romance!!! and once you get out of hogwarts and that tension is still there!!! post hogwarts sirius!!! hes so hot!!! and grumpy >:) you can never go wrong with slowburn fics!! 
the risk of love by @with1love1anu
ive been following anu for foreeeeeever and she never fails!! her writing is always so good and shes one of my favorite marauders era writers <33 you’ll see as you go down this list - but i love pining fics like im obsesssssed!! ooo and this one has a hint of best friend james and it just makes the story 10x better! 
breakfast in bed by @wondernimbus
when authors are 14 years old but can write flawlessly even though i struggle doing simple short stories in english class 😘not but fr ysa is such a good writer xx. breakfast in bed! what would yall eat 🤔if we’re talking abt english food (like food from england) idk what they eat over there tbh but i would pick roasted potatoes and waffles for breakfast :) wait actually no i wouldn’t, id probably do french toast with powdered sugar, strawberries, and french fries. ik it sounds weird but i had that the other day and i teared up, it tasted so good. but in this fic they have something even better!! have you ever wondered what it would be like to have toast, strawberry flavored muffins, and fruit for breakfast, all from the comfort of your bed, with the one and only sirius black? well look no further bc this fic has that and everything more!! 
godmother by @blisfvll
jen does it again!! coming through with the godmother!reader x godfather!sirius fics <33 (shes on this list three times bc she just writes so much good sirius content 😫) not to be morbid but when im gone i want someone to talk abt me the way sirius talks about the reader 😔i just love the way the sirius talked about her so lovingly and treated her like this ethereal being and painted her like this angel bc that must be so comforting for harry knowing that not only are his parents looking after him but his angel of a godmother is too ♥︎
oh shit + pt2 by @im-a-writer-right 
big brother remus am i right! as the oldest child, i love reading fics where im the younger sibling bc i just want someone to be able to look after me and care for me and be protective abt who i date bc they’re like “ i just don’t want you to get hurt” 😔 but anyways - this was a rlly cute and funny fic! i love snarky sirius and butthead james and overprotective remus and scared of falling for her brothers best friend reader :) if you like those all too you should read this one 😌
warnings by @blisfvll  
i felt like i was watching a short film! i loved this one! its so well written that you can like watch the play by play of everything happening in your head, like its sooo good! im sorry i keep putting so many angsty fics on this list 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 they’re just all so beautifully written and jen is such an amazing writer <33 
just a natural fact by @iliveiloveiwrite 
MILLIE!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!! guys if you are not following millie pls do i freaking love her sh*t and shes so far been on every fic rec list ive made :)) back to the review tho! im a very big fan of those timeskip fics like where theres a scenario for every year at hogwarts - and this one is one of those and i just - AGHHHGH!!! idk if this counts as a slowburn but like as someone who injects themself into the hogwarts timeline and pretends to be studying for her NEWTS when shes really doing AP work - i love reading about study sessions w remus where sirius tries to interject himself so he can be close to you 😊i dont want to spoil anything but like the tagline “Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break.” RUINED ME!! and you know what! i’ll do it again! i will read this fic and let it ruin me three more times and ten more times and however many i feel like! so yes, if you couldn’t tell, i love this one, and you guys should totally read it
die for you by @blisfvll 
i like to torture myself with sad fics so now im passing them along to you so we can all cry together ;( domestic life with sirius is something so very personal to me 😌so ofc i jumped at the idea of being harry’s godparent along w hubby sirius! but do not be fooled by my review - this one is sad - but its totally worth it!!! the things we do for baby harry am i right?? i am right 😌
wrapped around my finger by @remusishotterthansirius
jealous sirius jealous sirius jealous sirius!! oooo and when he growls >:)) i love the idea of being like this unattainable magical being in sirius’s eyes and you’re just like completely unaware of his feelings and it just adds to the mystery about you like imagine him sitting with the marauders by the black lake and him picking at a flower being like “she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not” and then him being all sad and pouty once the petals are all gone and he was left with ‘she loves me not’ :(( but  n e  ways - this was so cute and so masterfully written and i just love everything this author puts out so do not be surprised if you see at least one of their works on every single one of my hp fic rec lists >:))
misunderstandings by @imagineitup
oof this one really played with my heart! you know those fics where someones feelings are painfully obvious and you just want the other person to finally realize so they can both be put out of their misery and then go on to have this cute relationship BUT NONE OF THAT CAN HAPPEN UNTIL THEY COME TO THE REALIZATION THAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF BEING LOVED!!! i love those fics and this is one of them :)))
thats all for my recs! sorry this ones so short - ive been drifting in and out of life, and school has been hard for me. there was a lot more to this list but a lot of my favorite writers have left tumblr so i dont have as much to share w yall 😔and theres obviously so many more amazing writers out there, im just sharing what i know! i’m thinking of just finishing up the other fic rec lists i have and then im going to move over to anime recs! ive been obsessed w haikyuu lately and theres a lot of fics i want to share with others - so if you guys don’t stick around for that i totally understand - but don’t worry im not making that switch till much later ✌🏼love you all so much! hope you’re all taking care of yourself, but dont worry if you’re not, its always a process so don’t put too much pressure on yourself to get stuff done and make sure to celebrate what you do get done! congratulate yourself when no one else will, and remember i’ll always be in your corner cheering you on! 
happy reading!
- love, hari !!
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ANIME & MANGA I HAVE BINGED IN THE LAST MONTH: May 2021
I've Been Hunting Slimes for the Past 300 Years and Now Ive Maxed Out My Level: incredibly long name aside, cute af slice of life that suffers Same Face Syndrome. I'm still happy to watch it because of how feel good and fluffy it is though, Im probably gonna forget about it in two or three years tho. 8/10.
Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro: I found out this was a webcomic first and suddenly all the HORNINESS made so much more sense. A Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, Dacryphilia Bullies to Lovers story disguised as a high school rom-com which, I'm not going to lie, misses SKEEVY CITY by mere inches on a regular basis. However, I'm a Dom/Switch and this entire relationship sets off my dom brain center like New York City just shy of midnight. So if you're into that sort of scene, this anime is for you. If not, it's still fascinating but you're probably gonna be a little put off by how mean the Girl!Bully is to the guy MC. Unless you find out something about yourself, in which case, congrats! Stay safe, sane, consensual, and learn about the traffic light system on top of safe words, I promise you'll have a better life in general after that. Still Ongoing, currently 10/10.
Fruits Basket: IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH???? The original anime came out when I was in... I think middle school and my parents were really strict on what I watched so I never got to experience the first wave and I never bothered to watch the show ever after I moved out of the house years later. However, now that I'm much older I honestly can say this is one of my favorite anime to date, and all the characters are charming, lovable, with their own problems that I can connect to or sympathize with, and I love the MC which is always a treat tbh. Except Akito. Akito can suck a sandpaper dick. I'm only on S2 tho so no spoilers! Anime 11/10.
Monster Girl Doctor: went in thinking it was gonna be a monster girl who's a doctor with a homoerotic assistant (her name is SAPPHY okay sue me for thinking it) and ended up watching the entire dubbed harem series. Honestly, I've seen worse and this one has consistent follow-through on interesting characters and backstory enough for me to shove aside the blatant under-monstrousness of the female monsters and the harem-ness of everything else. Dubbing is honestly really good, which is a treat, and the monster designs are not the worst and the MC is tolerable. Honestly, I don't mind having watched it! The mix of cgi and the traditional animation together work pretty strangely though, and it often doesn't flow super well. 7.5/10
So I'm a Spider, So What: Dubbed version which honestly isn't that bad. Took me a bit to get into it, but after realizing that it's got a mismatched timeline a la The Witcher, it made so much more sense. Heavily done in cgi, and you can definitely tell between the 2D and 3D animations, but not the worst in the world. I went in not expecting much but it ended up being an Issekai I can stand and even enjoy. On god has a decent story... with the spider. I'd be a liar if I didnt say I skipped some of the human parts just to get back to the best part of the show. 8/10.
Somali and the Forest Spirit: I'm so fucking nostalgic for this thing it makes me want to go and hug my dad. About a human girl under threat of being eaten with a monster-dominated world. Very obvious "humans fear what they don't understand" message but instead of the humans learning tolerance it's what happens when they get annihilated first so like, kudos for the mangaka for having the guts to do that. I cried like a baby regularly. It's really good, I watched the dub and ID WATCH IT AGAIN!!! 9/10.
To Your Eternity: Oh my god. O h my g o d. Fell in love on the first episode, ngl. About if an immortal being learned how to be a person from scratch. I love it. HOWEVER. Keep a box of tissues on you at all times because you're gonna need them. I'm only on EP7 because that's all that's out right now but just know. I love it. Not for everyone but certainly for my "what do we define as human and the human condition" ass. 12/10.
Those Snow White Notes: A sports anime without any sports. About shamisen playing which is cool because I never realized how cool this instrument was??? Its neat af. OP1&2 are by Burnout Syndrom so know theyre fire. Gonna be real, its pretty alright, but not extraordinary. You can tell they were using the characters as archetypes rather than actually characters which kinda kills a lot of the emotional value you could've had, but I'm still gonna watch it. It doesn't make me cringe as hard as other sports anime tho so I consider it toptier in that regards but if you're a big sports anime fan you might be bummed out by it. Every single musical performance is INCREDIBLE tho. A solid 8/10.
Toilet Bound Hanako-kun: THE ART OMFG IT'S SO GORGEOUS. Listen, if you took coptic markers and gave them an animation budget with some manga panel direction thrown in there, that's this anime. It's beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm in love with the aesthetic every second. Story? Really good. Characters? I love the MC and his evil little twin brother asshat. Demons? Not super imaginative but I'm carrying on happy as can be anyways. Dubbing? A bit shaky at times but I found the voices charming if a little off for some of them. I'm already waiting for the second season with popcorn at the ready. 10/10.
Prison School: I watched this directly after Hanako-kun and it was like I got slapped in the face by sweaty unwashed titties and some fedora wearing schmuck's piss kink. No character is likable or redeemable. I finished it, but at what cost? 2/10 and only because a character shit his pants and I laughed.
Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle: watched this right after Prison School and it was NECESSARY tbh. Its so CUTE and honestly, im not even kidding you, the fucking funniest anime I've seen in months. I watched the dub and the VAs are having the time of their lives working on this anime not just giving it their all but literally just going ham. Its great. If I read this im sure id be bored outta my mind but the VAs giving it a joyous performance make it an insta fave for me tbh. 9/10.
Sk8 the Infinity: i watched the dub with my bro and I can confirm that its a spectacular show because we both loved it and we have vastly different tastes. Incredibly SUSPENSFUL AND STRESSFUL for an anime about skateboarding but we finished it in a single sitting tbh. The last episode is not dubbed for some reason but we still loved it. Like if Free! was less obnoxious but the only fan-service here is Joe ♡ a beefcake who owns my lesbian heart. I think there's exactly one named female character tho and I legit couldn't tell you what it was if there was a gun to my head. So, over all, 9.5/10.
That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: I'm going to be entirely honest, I went in thinking it was going to be a boring isekai of no value. I was right about the Isekai part. It was honestly pretty interesting and focused on nation building like you're playing civilization rather than the usual "Get Stronger" narrative or "Get Some Pussy" narrative most isekais take which is delightfully refreshing. Granted there are flavors of that in this which means it doesn't alienate the big isekai watchers out there, but it's not the whole dish and it doesn't make me want to cringe the same way others do. You've got a slime MC just vibing and building a nation of monsters nbd. Does lose points for making the female monsters more humanoid than their male counterparts but makes them back by only doing perfunctory fan-service and nothing that makes me want to cry... except the butt sumo episode but in fairness it was all a terrible dream. Literally, the MC refuses to dream anymore after that. solid animation, decent voice acting, decent story, made me realize how HUGE this is in the Light Novel community???? There's like 18 fucking novels and that's WILD. 8.5/10.
MANGA:
Spirit Photographer Saburo Kono: a one shot special by the mangaka of The Promised Neverland! Honestly a really delicate touch of both super creepy and really touching, and I'm not gonna lie I'm bummed that this isn't a bigger project but the single chapter makes it a good taste for their style. I've been wondering if I wanna read/watch The Promised Neverland and now I think I will. 10/10
Deranged Detective Ron Kamonohashi: from the mangaka of Hitman Reborn comes this Sherlock and Watson derivative! Not even 20 chapters out yet with a sort of spotty schedule, I honestly love it even thought it's exactly as you expect. HOWEVER. Kamonohashi the "Sherlock" character uses mental pressure to kill all confirmed murderers and it's up to Toto the "Watson" character to save all those people before Kamonohashi kills them! It's just recently introduced a "Moriarty" family of crime lords (not a big spoiler don't worry it was obvious) so the tension surrounding Ron's past is amping up rn. Personally, I think the art is GORGEOUS, the characters engaging, and the story quick enough to keep my interest. Most mysteries are solved within a chapter or two so you're not stuck 20 chapters into one locked room mystery which is just peachy tbh. RN, 10/10. If this gets an anime, I anticipate a legion of fangirls who ship the two main characters along with their many friends. I've been alive too long to believe otherwise.
Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro: Yeah I read the manga after I watched the show. A slower build than the anime, but it works for the format, if theyd done the same with the show then I don't think it wouldve done as well. Honestly? Cuter tbh but just as horny. You dont start really LEARNING about your character until like, chap 65 tho and no real "drama" happens until like 75. A good chunk of the chapters are like 8pgs so its a breeze to get through. I love these slow burn idiots of the century. 9.5/10 because you can DEFINITELY tell the mangaka does hentai too.
Yugen's All-Ghouls Homeroom: one-shot by the mangaka for Food Wars, it's no wonder there's this constant perviness from the MC, a guy who can see and exorcise spirits. Takes place at an all girl's finishing school with KICK ASS monsters tbh, kinda bummed its not longer. The MC? Blatant monsterfucker who is also a CONFRIMED monsterfucker???? Idk i vibe with that single emotion. Everything else is hit or miss. 7/10 for monsters and cool concept, lost points for the MC very pointedly being okay with admitting he'd wait for the teenagers to be adults tho. Creepy af. Could live without that.
Hell's Paradise: I finished the entire 127chps in 3 days and I was really enthusiastic about it 90% of the time thinking about how deep it was and then I actually thought about it and I ended up being very neutral about the whole thing tbh. The art is fantastic tho, but DEFINITELY deserving of the M rating. Tits. Tits everywhere. But not tits to be ecchi over, no, monster hermit tits on beautiful women-ish figures. Now generally I give that a pass but a huge theme in the story is that men and women are "no better than one or the other" but like, lady tits are what you see 99% of the time. Men tits are few and far between. I call bullshit on most of the "deep" themes is what I'm saying, so it's like the mangaka was trying for those deep thoughts but missed the margin a little too far for my preference. That being said, the MC is a married man who loves his wife which automatically makes him my favorite character so like... idk so many good things, so many misses, but overall really spectacular themes and imagery. Unique but classic all at once. It's getting an anime and I have NO IDEA how much censorship they're gonna be doing but they're going to be doing SO MUCH. Oh yeah, and one guy is a plant/human hybrid who fucks a 1000 year old plant-hermit which makes him a canon monster fucker. And one canon non-binary character who I, a nonbinary, actually like. So like... gosh I've got mixed feelings. 8.5/10.
Choujin X: From Sui Ishida, mangaka to the mega hit Tokyo Ghoul comes this brand new manga!... Of one chapter, lol. Not really binge-y because it's just the one chapter out right now but I'm already keeping my eye on it. The grasp on anatomy in the art is PHENOMENAL and you can see Ishida flexing his art skill which is great. Can't give a true rating but I'm giving it a tentative 9/10 because I'm excited to see more.
Shag&Scoob: technically not a manga, its an ongoing webcomic I binged an subscribed to in one day and I just think it deserves more attention. Starts off funny with "what if Scooby Doo had a gun" and has been led to "what if all cartoons are aliens that survive and receive their powers by the humans that love them in an epic war with Martians." On god, its good. I finished the current series in a couple hours so it's a breezy read, highly recommend it. 9/10.
To Your Eternity: Yeah I watched the anime and then finished all current 143 chapters in like 3 days. GOD IM WEAK. I don't buy physical manga unless I know I want to remember the story forever and I'm already budgeting for the current books out. Yeah, this is a good series. That being said, definitely not for the faint of heart or those who suffer under common triggers like suicide, molestation, death, etc. It's all framed as bad and necessary to the story don't get me wrong, but it's there and has lasting affects on the characters. Incredible story telling by the creator of A Silent Voice. Keep tissues nearby at all times. 12/10.
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Allmight: Symbol of peace
Yn POV
^quirk: Agility, Super human agility and senses.
   *beep* beep* beep*
   I rolled out of bed and stood up stretching as much as possible before dropping to the floor in a sitting position. I spent  a while meditating before I got up to make my coffee. I turned the radio and coffee maker on as I began to go about getting ready for my day.
   I teach pre-K students and they are the little joys of my life. My entire life revolves around teaching them, they mean everything to me. I've been teaching pre-K for almost 6 years now and it's truly what makes me happy. I packed up everything I needed for class today and scanned myself over. I wore my black leggings with my knitted brown sweater and low tops. I grabbed my bags and headed toward the door. I locked up and made my way to work.
   The crisp fall air hit my face as I opened the door to leave out. "Woah—nope." I closed the door and ran back inside to grab my coat. I put it on along with my scarf before actually starting my journey. I began my walk as I listed to the crunchy fall leaves as I stepped on them. The Autumn season always made me happy even as a child. There has always been something about she cool crisp atmosphere that caught my interest.
   As I reached the school I walked into class and began to set up for my class. I cleaned the desk and plugged in my water heater. The classroom was already toasty as I began to place the kids mugs on their desk. I took out my laptop and began to play music at a low volume. I checked my watch as I began to make my specialty hot chocolate for my class. I finished just in time as my children began to filter into the classroom.
   "Good morning Ms. YN!" I turned my head to the door to see the smiling beautiful faces of my class begin to rush in. A huge smile spread across my face as they lined up one by one in front of me. "Good morning my lovely students!" I hugged the man each one by one before they headed to assigned seats. They sat smiling wide, staring at their cups. We made them as an arts and crafts project and they absolutely love them.
   With my entire class in attendance the morning bell rang. I took another sip of my hot chocolate before standing up and addressing my class. "Okay kids, today we are going to have a very special visitor." They began to whisper among themselves. "Okay, okay, quiet down. Would anyone like to take a gue—." I knock on the door cut me short. All headed turned to the closed door as the children were literally sitting on the edge of their seat. I couldn't make them wait any longer, they would just be cruel. "Come in." I said as I eyeballed the expressions on the kids faces. The door creaked opened slowly as a tall figures ducked into the door way.
   Almight pov
  "Come in." I heard a delicate voice through the door. I slowly pushed the door open and crouched down through the door way stepping into the classroom.  Immediately I saw the entire class full of children jump from their seats as little feet scurried toward me. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. When I noticed I wasn't covered in pre schoolers I opened my eyes to see the students all back in their seats perfectly and the teacher now in the back of the classroom. "Now class, how do we greet our guest?" Her soft voice rang through the classroom before the students responded.
"Good morning Almight! Welcome to our classroom!" Their small voice spoke in unison as they were barely able to stay in their seats. I was at a loss for words. I have never seen children so young and so well behaved. "Good morning children! And good morning to you Ms...?" I trailed off as I looked over to the teacher awaiting her name. "Ms. Yn" A smile played upon her lips as she responded. Her smile was bright and welcoming. "Good morning Ms.Yn." I said completing my sentence.
   "It smells amazing in here, may I ask what you all are drinking?"
"Ooh! Ooh!" A student raised his hand drawing my attention toward him. "Yes young man?" I asked as I called on him.
  "Well Ms. makes us specialty hot chocolate sometimes to keep us nice and toasty."
   "It smells delicious."
   " Actually Almight ive made you some as well. No one in the class is left out ever. Here you go." She said as she handed me a hand painted mug with my head on it as a cartoon drawing. I felt my face flush pink as I thanked her. I took the tiny mug from her hands as we made brief eye contact. "How about we all take our first morning sip together?" She asked.
"That sounds like a great idea." I held the cup to my lips as the class did the same. I took a sip and felt a sense of comfort. This was the best hot chocolate I've ever had. It was sweet and the perfect temperature but there was something about this hot chocolate that didn't taste like normal hot chocolate. Some more. It taste amazing. My eyes dropped down into the mug trying to figure out what was giving off this amazing flavor.
"T-this hot chocolate...... IS PLUS ULTRA!"
Yn POV
   I felt my face heat up as I took another sip of my hot chocolate. I love when people enjoy my
hot chocolate. The class giggled as did I seeing the hot coco mustache on Almight's face. "Almight, you've got a hot coco mustache." He let out a loud hearty laugh before speaking. "Well it just shows how delicious your hot chocolate is." I sat my mug down and handed the symbol of peace a napkin. He wiped his face as I leaned against my desk, addressing my class.
   "Today the symbol of peace will be helping us our with class so let's be on our best behavior. Who knows, maybe if we behave he'll come back another time." The class went crazy with excitement at the thought of almight being in their class not once but twice.
We started the day out with some songs and and math before moving into reading. Next it was time for gym. Without me having to ask Almight got the students to line up single file and follow him to the gym. He strutted down the hall heroically as the class copied his walk. It was amazing I just had to take a picture. When we got to the gym the kids did their warm up stretches before they had free play. Almight played with the kids as I planned out the lesson plan for the rest of the week. The children stacked were in a cheerleading pyramid as Almight pretended to be their coach. Something felt off as I looked up over toward the children. I jumped up as I saw all the children about to topple over. I quickly dashed over to the children and began to catch them placing them down one by one in a safe spot. I wiped the sweat off my my forehead as I was now back in my original spot. I looked up to see Almight looking over at my with his mouth slightly gaped open. I gave him a soft smile as I went back to lesson planning.
After gym it was time for lunch. I took the children to the cafeteria and returned back to the classroom to see Almight sitting at my desk with two wrapped boxes. He placed his phone down before speaking.
"Ms. Yn, have lunch with me? It's the least I can do since you made me some of your delicious hot chocolate this morning." I tried to dial back my smile as I blushed. "I'd love to but I'm not sure that's such a good idea." I looked away for a moment trying to avoid his gaze.
   "Oh?" He asked as his tone dropped slightly."Well how about you tell me about it. It'll just be two people having a conversation." I hesitated before nodding my head in agreement and walking over. He stood and pulled out my desk chair. "No it's fine, I'll sit here." I sat atop my desk with my legs crossed. Almight began to unwrap one of the boxes as he spoke.
   "I'm listening."
   "Well what would the kids think? Ya know? I usually get my lunch and go eat with them."
  "I'm sure they wouldn't mind you having lunch without them today." He said as he unwrapped the box completely as opened it up. Amazing smells radiated from the bento box as I saw the marvelous food.
"So I saw in the gym earlier. Can you tell me a bit about your quirk?" He asked as he leaned on the desk slightly, giving me his full attention.
"Sure, so my quirks name is agility. I'm basically very agile with increased senses. So what you saw earlier in the gym was just me doing normal people things at an accelerated speed. But it wasn't an easy quirk to improve upon. It took countless hours of gymnastics and speed training and LOTS of combat training—." I felt something press against my leg slightly. As I looked down I saw Almight pushing the unwrapped box off food toward me. He flashed his heroic smile at me.
"You're not going to give up, are you?" He didn't respond, he only continued to smile at me. I hopped up from the desk and walked behind it. I went into my bag that was next to Almight and pulled out the bento box I had packed for the day. I held in front of me before speaking. "I'll eat, but only if you eat what I brought. But this is NOT lunch, this is just two people talking and eating."
"Okay, let's trade." I handed him the bento box in my hands and sat back down. I watched as he opened the bento box and immediately took a bite. The atmosphere around seemed to have shifted as he placed his hand over his heart.
"This is......the best cooking I've ever had." My entire face turned a bright red as I immediately looked everywhere else in the room.
"Please, you're too kind. It's just something I threw together."
"Oh please Ms.Yn, you're being too modest. How do you do it? Family recipes?"
My face went flush even more as I looked down at the floor. "Actually I just put a little love into everything I make."
"Well it's absolutely amazing." I looked back up at him and he was blushing just as hard as I was with the same cheesy smile. We continued to talk as we enjoyed each others food. His food tasted just as amazing as it smelled. I felt like I was in heaven. Before long it was time to start class again and the students began to return.
Almight POV
My phone began to ring as the students filed into the the classroom.
"One moment, I have to take this." I stepped out of the classroom and answered the call, it was Nezu calling.
"Hello?"
"Ah! Almight! So nice to hear from you. Midnight has gathered all the faculty in my office and she told us that there has been someone to peak your interest. You must come back and tell us all about it over tea."
"Well actually sir I—."
"See you soon." I let out a deep sight as he hung up the phone before I had time to respond. Note to self: don't call Midnight—even when no one else answers the phone.
I walked back into the classroom and walked over to Ms.Yn. She looked up at me and I almost wasn't able to tell her soft beautiful face.
"Duty calls." She nodded as she understood what I meant.
"Well can I get a picture of you with my class?"
"Of course."
"Duty calls young heros! How about we all get a photo before I leave."
The class all ran over to the back of the classroom as Ms.Yn pulled out her phone. The children crowded around me as she raised the phone.
   "Now what kind of picture would this be if you're not in it?" I placed my arm around her torso and pulled her into my side.
   "Okay let me set up the camera." She said as she bolted to her desk and propped up her phone. She put the timer on and ran back over. I pulled her back into my side as I balanced children on my shoulders and one atop my head.
   "Everyone say PLUS ULTRA!" She wrapped her hands around me the best she could, I looked down to her blushing and smiling face as she posed for the picture. I couldn't help but think to my self how beautiful this woman is.
"PLUS ULTRA!!!"
*click*
   She jumped over the children and over to her desk. I grabbed the bento box she had given me and walked over to her. I looked down at the picture she was smiling so widely at and noticed the pink shade that dusted me face. Hopefully no one else will notice.
   "Here you are Ms. Yn" she turned on the heels of her feet to face me. "Keep it, you can return it to me when we have lunch again."
   My face was now beet red as I tried to contain my excitement. "I-I'll uhh, I'll come see you after school. Does tomorrow work?"
   "Works for me. Now go be a hero."
   "Don't worry about a thing, I'll take care of everything. Farewell class!" I said as I began my way out of the classroom.
   "GOODBYE ALMIGHT!!"
*BUMP*
I turned my attention back to where I was walking noticing I hit my head on the low door frame. Giggles came from behind me as I nervously chuckled and crouched out of the door. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. I dashed out of the school building and leaped through the air.
"PLUS ULTRA!"
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backseatloversz · 3 years
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a few months ago i made a post 4 one of my other fandoms abt whether I'd get along with the characters if they were my classmates. it was not well received (which is fair) so naturally
im doing it again but with dead poets society :)
neil: my beloved. my boyfriend. my son. i just want to get a hug from him. i could fix him. etc etc etc. if he were my classmate i would admire him from afar cause he seems like one of those nice/friendly popular kids and popular kids are unapproachable to me. but the nice popular kids in my theater class were the best and i imagine I'd get along with him like i got along with them; NOT making a move to be his friend cause he's so TALENTED and INTIMIDATING but if he were to approach me and make small talk it'd be easy :)
todd: my baby. literally me. if he were my classmate we would literally never talk ever. even if we were paired up or at the same table we might only talk if we were both in conversation with the same person. otherwise we'd simply work on the group project individually and call it a day. if the teacher came over and asked "hows everything going :)?" one of us would quickly say "fine!" w/o consulting the other and then we'd resume working. even though he's probably nice i might assume he resents me for some reason idk
charlie: tbh i dont think I'd like him all that much!! he seems like the kind of guy 2 act like we're friends and drag me into a conversation with his friends and ask me why i never talk to him :((( like sir im content just sitting here in silence. this is just me projecting my resentment of certain classmates onto him, sorry! maybe he'd be the friendly class clown type i actually DO end up sorta friends with, idk. anyway
knox: my behated. i dont even want 2 talk about him. next
cameron: honestly i do not know. ummm. I'd either think he's annoying or chill. im sorry but he DOES give me the vibe he'd assume i have no clue what's happening or smth cause im super quiet/dont seem super attentive. but maybe he'd realize i do understand the lesson and we'd be good to work on a project together. we would like being paired up for stuff but after school end we'd peacefully go our separate ways
meeks: again i!? do not know. he seems sweet, i think I'd enjoy his company if we were at the same table/working on something together :)
pitts: i literally NEVER talk about him here or ever but ngl out of all of them i do think pitts and i would be besties. or at least chat abt stuff besides school easily/be friend of a friends. we'd like. end up sitting across from each other at the lunch table and start chatting cause our friends are busy w/ something else. i have no reasoning for this i just feel like its true! maybe cos he reminds me of the three (3) guys ive gotten along with at school, so. yeah :)
bonus: if keating were my teacher i would love him but also he would TERRIFY me on account of, again, im literally todd, and i do NOT want to be singled out in front of the entire class or anything, thank you!
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neitimatch · 3 years
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Heyo, my name is Els, am a finnish writer and a weirdo. Also I'm history obsessed(mostly about marginalized groups) and if I get started up about something related to that I will NOT shut uo until you know EVERYTHING!!!
While most of the stuff I write is original and try to get them published, I also sometimes write fanfiction in ao3.
I dunno what Ill do here, it remains to be seen. I have no way for anyone to support me, though comments are usually nice and the best.
I pretty much only write fantasy, usually its femslash with some fluff, angst and how should I categorize the last part, hmmm, twisted? So for fanfiction. Everything I ship is when they are of age or older, I jusy enjoy the dynamics that they could play off of each other. Heres some random stuff I might write about:
The Owl House
- Camileda (Camila x Eda)
- Lumity (Luz x Amity)
- Vinera (Viney x Emira)
- Eda totally being Luz's mom and Luz calling her mom
She-Ra, Princesses of Power
- Catradora (Catra x Adora)
- Castaweaver (Castaspella x Shadow Weaver, only through years of hard earned redemption for Shadow Weaver)
- Angelweaver (Angella x Shadow Weaver, only through years of hard earned redemption for Shadow Weaver)
Fire Emblem
- Rheagard (Rhea x Edelgard)
- Bernie x Happiness
Kim Possible
- KiGo (Kim x Shego)
- Kinnie (Kim x Bonnie)
- BoKiGo (Bonnie x Kim x Shego)
- BoGo (Bonnie x Shego)
World Of Warcraft
- Sylvaina (Sylvanas x Jaina)
Hunter x Hunter
- Alluka x ALL OF THE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD
- Mito x (Ant)Palm
My Hero Academia (If I ever write anything about it)
- Togaraka (Toga x Uraraka)
- Midnight x Inko
- Usagiyama Rumi(Miruko) x Me Fuyumi
Resident Evil VIllage
- Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x anyone she goddamn wants and me
I would list some fanfictions but that would be kinda pointless as Ive read thousands and keep forgetting a lot of them, ao I'll just give this place to my absolutely favourite fanfiction that has no equal:
Now You Feel Like Number None, by Omicron
Thats all for now.
I might write mlm or straight couples in the background but my main pairing will pretty much always be that of a femslash. Simply cause I like writing f/f more. An example for a m/m pairing that I do enjoy is Childe x Zhongli. Even if I don'r really play the game anymore.
I can write heavy stuff, aka torture, toxic relationships etc. though I will always write a happy ending, whether it is a twisted one or not depends on the story I'm writing. I will never write rape since I don't believe I could convey just how badly it can destroy a person and I don't want to downplay any of it.
Somethings:
Be Gay, Do Crimes
BLM
Nonbinary peeps are valid
Trans Rights are Human Rights!
Your primary school biology is in no way enough for anything
There is literally over ten different chromosome makeups
Non binary and trans people have existed as long as people have been people
Just accept you are ignorant and educate yourself from books that have actually knowledge in them, not frim books that were made in 50s cause they are REALLY FUCKING OUTDATED
Or you know, just fuck off
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prinxlyart · 3 years
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You know, I'd love to hear some Skara headcanons from you. Stuff you'd want to see in the show, how she'd be friends with Luz and her Hexsquad, and anything else you like about that witchling that deserves more screentime and focus.
YOURE A SAINT IVE BEEN ITCHING TO TALK ABOUT SKARA but imma put this one under a read more cuz it’s a lot
I NEED to know what instrument(s) she plays in the bard track and how bard magic works in this world. You don’t exactly cast a spell circle with instruments, do you? How do you cast if you don’t? How would Luz be able to figure out a glyph for it if there’s no spell circle being applied? I think the bard track is an especially tricky one because it requires a separate understanding of magic that the rest of the school doesn’t really cover. Do you play notes in a circle? Do you physically move your instrument in a circle??? Is it a mentally projected circle? I need to know more about the bard track. Singing has to have a form of bard magic associated with it in this world, right? Sure music can just exist without magic being applied to it, but if you DID apply magic to it, what sort of stuff would you be able to do?
That aside, I think Skara is very good at what she does. I’ve seen the comic of her carrying around a tuba but I can also see her carrying around other instruments too. My only issue is, I don’t know what instrument would be best suited for her. She could be really good at any instrument and I’d be thrilled to know what she excels at (it could be literally anything. Harmonica? Cello? Bongos? Violin? Piccolo? Guitar? I don’t even care I just need to know what her go to instrument is). I may not have played an instrument during band camp (I was on my high school marching band color guard team; NOT the JROTC), but I certainly learned to respect how each section plays their instruments. Each instrument takes a lot of dedication and practice so whatever it is Skara plays, I feel like she’s doing AWESOME.
I’d love to see her sit next to Luz in a bard class to get to know her better. Luz is of course pretty wary of being approached by her, but Boscha isn’t around to direct the conversation into something negative, and Skara seemed really chill after their grudgby game. They start talking about the different kinds of music they like, what sort of instruments there are in the demon realm vs the human realm, etc.
Luz gets to explain what technology is and shows Skara some of her favorite amvs that she’s made and why she picked the songs she did. Skara is so taken by Luz’s weird scroll/crystal ball thing that plays whatever music she wants they just pass her phone back and forth throughout class listening to different types of music and explaining why they like it.
What I really want is for them to be the same kind of fast friends that Luz was with Willow and Gus. Skara loves showing affection to those around her too and I think she and Luz would be the type of friends that run and hug each other every time they see each other in the hallways.
I actually would love for it to be Skara that tells Boscha to dial back the bullying. Luz is cool and she’s learning about how cool her friends are and they don’t deserve to be treated the way Boscha’s been treating them. I know it’s sort of mild canon(?) that she’s scared of Boscha (body swap ep and intro to understanding Willow where she gives Boscha a molting bday invite), but Luz is like. A confidence radiator. She has some weird ability to give those around her the confidence to do anything they set their minds to and I think Skara’s admiration of such a quality would give her the push she needs to take Boscha aside to try to talk to her.
I’d also love for Skara to realize that she never actually knew Amity all that well despite growing up together. She knows Amity’s in the abomination track and wants to join the Emeror’s Coven and studies really hard to do so, but what does Amity like? What does she do in her free time? What kind of relationship does she have with her siblings? Has she ever seen Amity actually have fun?? Has she ever seen her laugh? I’d love to see Skara privately suggest a do-over with Amity; a reset on their friendship because their friendship thus far has been in name only. I really want to see them have a slumber party where they really actually get to know each other better and be real friends. I also just need Skara to learn about Amity’s debilitating crush on Luz so she can both tease her and support her (and team up with Willow and Gus to be the ultimate wing-team to get them together).
Can you imagine Skara learning about like, old cartoons from Luz and then trying to recreate romantic scenes where she pulls out a fake mustache and an accordion and tries to set a serenading mood for the two of them??? Luz would be wheezing and Amity would be confused as hell and Skara would get frustrated and stomp her foot and be like GUYS!! COME ON!!! IM TRYING TO SET THE MOOD HERE!!!! UGH FORGET IT!! And as she walks away in a huff she throws her fake mustache down Luz turns to Amity and asks “mood?” And Amity goes bright red. Skara comes to find out the next day that that’s what got those two knuckle heads to confess and start dating and she MISSED IT!!!!!!
Yeah, I’ve got a lot of thoughts on Skara. I would love to see more of her interacting with our band of misfits and the bard track.
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Okay but the song “only us” from dear Evan Hansen and it’s Wanda and Vision either in the avengers compound or Edinburgh when Vision asks Wanda to stay with him. It is also a very nice song and makes me want to cry (really love your WandaVision mixtape fic ive read it so many times already)
oh gosh you’re destroying my heart with this one. thank you so much for requesting! the song fits them so well. I hope you like where I took this prompt though it might not be what you had in mind. I went canon divergence from CW but still at the compound for some extra comfort. 
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Wanda and Vision’s Mixtape Track #22: Only Us by Laura Dreyfuss, Ben Platt 
Synopsis: The Sokovia Accords are renegotiated so that the team are never divided. Following the successful signing of the document a press event is held at the compound. Wanda and Vision take a moment to breath away from the crowds, both have been holding back from each other for months, worried about risking their friendship. A simple miscommunication leads to a brief moment of angst as they realise their months of pining over each other has been mutual. 
(ft. months of yearning, sky dancing, Wanda scaring a journalist away from her man, being too worried about each other to realise you’re literally in love--- )
The new Avengers Compound was the ideal location for press events. It gave the team the opportunity to host things on their own terms, in their own space and with their own security team – primarily Friday holding down the Compound’s fortress of a security network, as she so often did. Not to mention the sleek marble floors and tasteful interior décor made for great photo opportunities. Vision understood the logic of hosting the press event following the successful renegotiating of the Sokovia Accords at their home, but it did not make it easier to bare.
He’d just managed to escape the crowded living room after being trapped for half an hour between various news microphones. Vision figured he’d be safe enough by the hors d’oeuvres table which seemed empty enough what with the majority of the team engaged in the living room. He took a moment to relish the silence, turning away and pretending for a moment that it was just a normal evening and that soon enough he could settle down to watch television with his friends and Wanda.
Wanda. Vision grew nervous, perhaps he should have stayed by her side. The press were notorious for asking her the harshest questions to get the scoop they wanted. He hoped that things would be different with the new version of the Accords and the momentary peace it granted between the state and his teammates, but these reporters were sharks and Wanda was far too good at grinning and bearing it. She’d smile at as many cameras and dodge the worst of question if it meant securing a good report of her teammates to the public.  
Brows furrowed in concern, Vision turned to make his way back to the living room and check in on her but found himself face to face with a short, eager man. His recorder was held at the ready, but he seemed a little more hesitant than those Vision had past experience with.
“Mr Vision, I’m Jeremy from the New York Gazette, I don’t suppose you’d mind sparing some time for a few questions?” Behind Jeremy a photographer waited, holding her camera up expectantly. Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, Vision knew how important it was to make a good impression, so he forced a smile.
Back in the living room Wanda’s hands had grown twitchy from being clasped in front of her for so long. She worried that if she didn’t then she’d fold them, something that could make her appear guarded and judgemental. No matter how on edge she was about this whole situation, it was only one night, and she had promised to do her best to be as appealing as possible to the strangers crowding their living room.
So far, she had only been approached by two gutsy journalists who took turns asking her questions about her role in the negotiations and her view on the resulting document they had all signed into. Their questions had been remarkably tame, a more pleasant experience than she’d had in the past, that was for sure. But they’d quickly grown tired of her civil answers, and a small voice in Wanda’s brain told her they’d wanted her to cause a scene and give them something they could really write about. No matter, she’d undermine all their expectations.
In search of comfort, Wanda found herself looking around the room for Vision, she had lost sight of him early on when the journalists had been let in to mingle with her housemates. But Vision was nowhere to be found, and so she grew concerned. Suppose he had been cornered by a particularly nosy journalist? Wanda hated being asked questions about her role in Ultron’s uprising in Sokovia, or the sickening accident she had caused in Lagos, but what really had her grinding her teeth was when these sharks turned their hungry eyes on Vision. He was a prime target for an interesting scoop, and he was too often kind enough to entertain their advances, even, when their questions became inappropriate.
Vision had been her safety net these last few months, always there when she needed a quiet moment away from the world that was so insistent on unpacking every part of her and scrutinising whether she was allowed to wield her own powers. Months spent negotiating with official state representatives intent on disproving her right to exist often became overwhelming. It was in those moments that she sought Vision out.
Many a sleepless night had been spent together, watching sitcom reruns in the living room and falling asleep on the couch together. It began as a simple comfort. But after nearly two years of living with Vision, Wanda worried that she was in danger of being very much in love with him. It had been thrilling at first, then scary, and now the uncertainty between them was agony. They always stopped one step before the edge, so Wanda could never work out if her feelings were being reciprocated or if his affection was purely platonic.
Regardless of her complex feelings around him in that moment, she needed to be there for him as he always was for her. A break had appeared in the throng around her, and Wanda made a beeline for it, catching Steve’s gaze as she passed him. He gave her a nod and she smiled back to assure him that she was alright.
Next to the spacious living room was the dining room which had been cleared of dining table and chairs and was instead occupied by a long buffet table occupied with dozens of different canapés. Wanda thought most of it looked wildly unappealing, perhaps she and Vision could get late night takeout once this whole ordeal was over. Her cheeks warmed at the potential and she quickly schooled the giddy smile from her face.
As she had expected, Vision had been cornered by a journalist and to Wanda’s dismay, she recognised him immediately. Jeremy Coin – he’d written a fairly scathing piece on her involvement in Stark Industries, questioning if she, as a ‘weapon of mass-destruction’ could be trusted with the secrets behind the biggest technological conglomerate in the West. Of course, his carefully timed article had coincided with a big charity launch that she had aided in. Wanda had to step aside from the project at the last minute, lest her presence affect the donations. Aside from volunteering with the charity side of the corporation that Pepper had invited her into, Wanda could hardly be said to be in possession of any industry secrets.
It was fair to say that she was not particularly keen on the man.
“Jeremy,” Wanda said, coming to his side and placing a dangerous hand on the man’s arm, a little bit of his own medicine you might say. It did not go unnoticed, and Wanda took pleasure in the fear on his face as he stepped back. “So lovely to see you!”
“Miss Maximoff,” the short man said, trying for a smile as he pushed back his oily hair, “ever a pleasure.”
“Vis,” Wanda said, shifting her weight so she was nearer him. Vision’s eyes darted between the two, reading the sharp changes in body language. “You all ok here?”
His eyes softened at her reassuring smile and he nodded. “Of course, Mr Coin and I were just discussing some of the more pointed areas of the new Accords,” Vision gestured to Jeremy, “he had some very interesting questions on the relevance of human rights to the discussion of sentient AI.”
Wanda’s stomach dropped. Of course, the snake would have something to say regarding Vision’s humanity.
“Oh,” Wanda purred dangerously and turned on Jeremy, who was now visible sweating, “do elaborate.”
“It was nothing really,” Jeremy said raising a hand in defence. “Perhaps, inappropriate given the newness of this agreement.”
“Perhaps,” Vision said with a tight smile and Wanda took pride in the air of sarcasm he used. “We can finish this off with a photo, then?”
“Of course, of course.” Jeremy hurried to wave the photographer closer.
“Wanda, dear?”
Wanda started at the endearment, Vision had only used it when he was teasing her about this or that. Never before had he used it as genuinely as he did now, and certainly never in public. He extended his elbow to him and she took it instinctively.
The camera flashed once or twice, and Wanda did her best to smile without looking like too much of a lovestruck fool.
“Thank you for your time,” Jeremy said, hurrying to backpedal back to the main event still ongoing in the living room.
“You’re welcome,” Vision said tightly.
“I can’t wait to see your next piece,” Wanda said, unable to help herself.
Vision managed to wait until the man had made it around the corner, practically running away from her, before he started laughing.
“You mustn’t scare him like that,” Vision said quietly to her.
“It’s harmless,” Wanda said shrugging, “besides he was asking you rude questions.”
Vision’s laughter died and he grew more solemn.
“Come on,” Wanda said grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the stairs. “We’ve done our parts for the evening.”
Vision tried to be reluctant about shirking his duty as Wanda lead him up to the roof, but he craved the alone time they spent together more than he cared about his responsibilities.
Vision loved the rooftop of the compound and had spent many evenings escaping the commotion within to stare at the stars above. This far from the city the constellations were remarkably visible.
The rooftop was often used as a space to wind down after particularly challenging days and so it was equipped with a sufficient number of fairy lights as well as a picnic table and barbeque set up. When they reached the rooftop Wanda dropped his arm, much to Vision’s dismay, and ran over to the picnic table where Bucky had left a small radio a few evenings prior. She stopped a foot away and pointed at it dramatically and the speaker crackled to life, music bursting forth. She turned it down a bit and then made to throw herself down in the middle of the courtyard of grass on the rooftop. They often lay there, side by side, Wanda pointed out it was the best way to watch the stars without getting a sore neck, but Vision just liked being able to see the wonder on her face.
This time however, Vision reached out and caught her hand.
“A dance, first?” Vision asked holding out his other hand. “As a thank you for coming to my rescue?” Wanda’s cheeks reddened at the invitation, but Vision was too focused on internally reprimanding himself for taking the selfish opportunity to get closer to notice.
Wordlessly, she accepted his hand and pulled herself closer. Vision’s chest constricted slightly as she slipped one hand over his shoulder, the other coming to rest lightly in his left hand.
“I don’t think I have ever danced like this,” Wanda murmured, this close she had to look up to meet his eyes and Vision grinned down at her.
“There’s a first time for everything.” He pulled her a little closer and took note of the challenge in her gaze as she tightened her grip on his hand.
They started slow, moving in time with the ballad playing over the radio. Wanda got the hang of the steps easily and Vision thanked his lucky stars that he had once thought to investigate simple step dances, precisely for an occasion such as this. If anything, he was the one stumbling, forgetting to count his steps owing to Wanda’s intent gaze never leaving his eyes.
When Vision started to float, Wanda joined him. A red mist surrounded the tips of their feet as they spun into the air. Wanda’s laugh was music to his ears as they kept tight grips on each other, and she sent them spinning around and around. The world below and around them fell away and Vision could only see her, the light of her smile and the happiness shining in her eyes. Never was he as happy as he was with her. What he would do to spend the rest of his life with her…
On Wanda’s cue Vision spun her away and she twisted gracefully upon her magic before returning to his embrace. Her back came to a rest at his chest with his arms around her waist as they swayed and slowly drifted to the ground.
Feet now flat on the ground, the gravity of his body returned, along with the gravity of the situation. Wanda turned slowly in his embrace and Vision froze, unable to move as she turned her eyes on him. He couldn’t help but mimic her body language and they both leaned in. He watched her eyes widen as they flitted desperately about his face and Vision stopped.
He turned his head sharply to the side and took several deep breaths. Dropping his hands from Wanda’s waist he hurriedly took a few steps back, worried of what he might do without the distance to separate them. She was his friend, his closest friend and he would not risk making things estranged simply because of the futile feelings captivating his normally rational mind.
“We ought to be getting back downstairs, Tony said they wanted a group photo at the end.” His voice didn’t sound right following the tense silence that stretched between them.
Wanda’s eyes had grown shadowed, and she turned away from him.
“Why must you do that?” Wanda asked and Vision started at the rawness in her voice.
“Why must I do what?” He asked, forcing his vocal cords to act.
“You start things, you get close and then you pull away from me again and again,” she said, and Vision was horrified to see her turn and reveal that her eyes were brimming with tears. “You are so straightforward with everythingelse! If you don’t want me that way, you just have to say it.” A hand came shakily to her mouth and she wrapped her arms around herself, turning away from him.
Vision was dumbstruck and stood like an idiot for a few moments while he tried to process what she had just said. In his silence Wanda kept talking. “It’s fine, clear as day, let’s just forget I said anything.” He watched her surreptitiously wiping at her eyes and rolling her shoulders back. How many times had he seen her do the same thing on the days when it was difficult to face the world? Never before had he thought he might become the source of her hurt.
“Wanda,” Vision reached out to catch her fingers as she tried to walk away from him, “how could you ever think I wouldn’twant you?”
She spun on him and snatched her hand away. “What do you mean?”
“Of course, I want you,” Vision said, his voice hitching in exasperation. “I just worry about my feelings ruining our friendship, I understand you don’t feel the same—”
As he babbled, hoping to mask his abrupt confession, Wanda stalked closer until they were nearly nose to nose.
“Hello,” Vision breathed, going cross-eyed now that she was before him.
Wanda laughed, an exasperated smile on her face in stark contrast with the tears she had almost shed moments ago. “We’re both fools.”
“We are?” Vision asked hesitantly.
She bit her lip and leant closer, her forehead brushing his. Her hands found his and it was as though little sparks danced between them as she trailed her fingertips up his palms. Vision shivered though he did not feel the cold.
“We’re trying to confess the same things here,” Wanda whispered but Vision’s eyes had shut, and he was desperately trying to hold onto his composure as her fingers made their way up his forearm.
“I—we are?”
He felt Wanda nod.
“Please don’t leave me to infer things, I’m clearly not very good at it,” Vision whispered, and he pressed his forehead to hers longingly.
“Then let me say it,” she said, her voice a whisper upon his cheek, “I’ll say it as many times as you need me to.”
He was holding his breath.
“I’m falling in love with you.”
Vision melted.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited—” but he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before Wanda was kissing him and the world was falling away.
It was months of anticipation paying off in one glorious moment and Vision felt sure that he was flying again. His hands came up to cup Wanda’s cheeks as they moved in sync. He finally drew back with a laugh and grinned as Wanda teased another kiss from him.
“All this time I was holding myself back, thinking you could never be interested in me, I worried I wouldn’t ever be good enough for you.” The truth flowed out in a rush now that he’d admitted to the secret he’d kept hidden the past long months.
“Oh Vis,” Wanda murmured, turning forlorn and raising a hand to his cheek. She made to continue but huffed in frustration as she searched for the right words. In the end she instead pressed her forehead to his, the mind stone flickering at the familiarity of her touch. And then a rush of emotion hit Vision as she started to project her feelings to him. It was something else to hear her tell him she was falling for him, but to feel that emotion coursing from her to him. Vision let loose a shuddering breath. Her longing, her worries, her fears. In return, Vision did his best to call forth the longing he felt for her, the burning love that was growing in his heart day in day out and pushed it her way.
Wanda laughed happily at this and drew back, her eyes shining. Vision nodded in understanding and turned his chin into her hand, kissing her palm tenderly.
“Let’s forget the dumb doubts, just forget all those irrational worries and let’s just—” Wanda shook her head happily, “just be us.”
In that moment Vision would have done anything she asked but he settled for a tender kiss. Wanda sighed wistfully into him and he trailed his arms down her back to hug her to him.
Wanda couldn’t recall when she had last felt this happy, but it went beyond your average joy, she was ecstatic. Every worry from earlier in the evening, her months spent agonising over his true feelings for her all fell away. It was impossible to not be lost in him, not when she finally had him where she wanted him. She drew her arms up over his shoulders and hugged him tightly, delighting in how perfectly their bodies matched, his chin coming to rest atop her head. The rest of the world fell away and reassembled itself around her, now reoriented with Vision at its centre.
“It’s just you and me,” Vision whispered in her ear.
“There’s nothing else in the world that I need.”
They stayed content in their own little world, not longing for anything except the shared comfort of each other’s warm embrace.
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lionheartedghost · 4 years
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Summary: Eddie helps Buck with his recovery after the ladder truck incident.
Written for Evan Buckley Week, Day 6: “I won’t let you do this.” + angst, and for @buckleystrand, who asked for more of Eddie helping Buck get back on his feet (literally).
Kind of a companion piece to yesterday’s fic; there’s no obligation to read both, but they kind of tie into each other!
Tags: @sofuckingchuffed; @evansdiaz; @orchidlover; @maddiehans; @kiki742; @scandalnewbie. As always, let me know if you want to be added to or taken off the tags list!
(Apologies for any medical inaccuracies! I am neither a doctor nor a physiotherapist.)
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Everything was so much quieter this way. Clutching the pillow over his head he almost couldn’t hear the irritating beep of the machines. He could forget about the smell of disinfectant lingering so strongly in the room he was sure he could taste it in the air. And, if he really tried, he could pretend not to notice the pain coursing through his leg.
“You stay under there too long, you’ll suffocate.”
“I wont,” Buck muttered.  “I’m not that lucky.”
Hands tugged at the pillow; Buck tightened his grip on it.
“Buck.” This time, the hands successfully pried the pillow away. “Look at me.”
Buck groaned, screwing his eyes shut against the bright white light of the hospital room. 
There it was. That smell. The beeping. The pain.
“Bobby said you wouldn’t talk to him last time he came in.” The chair by the side of the bed scraped back against the linoleum. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
Buck opened his eyes. Eddie looked patiently back at him, passing a hospital canteen cup of coffee back and forth between his hands. 
“I won’t let you do this,” Eddie said when he didn’t answer, setting the paper cup on the little table beside him. “I won’t let you shut us out.”
Eddie still had to force himself not to stare at the cast. Buck could see it in the way Eddie’s jaw clenched, how he made such a point of focusing on Buck’s face. The others did it too, he’d noticed, but none of them had it completely down to an art like Eddie did. They’d slip up sometimes, glance at the door as a nurse wheeled a trolley past, and as they turned back to him their attention would catch on the blinding white plaster. They didn’t mean to, he knew that. But they couldn’t help it.
Buck leant against his one remaining pillow and tipped his head back to study the ceiling. He’d already counted the tiles (32½ - the last row was half in his room and half in the hall), but he counted them again, just to be sure. Just so he wouldn’t have to see the determination in Eddie’s eyes. Buck didn’t have the energy for it. 
“Bobby said your first PT session went well?” There was a creaking of plastic as Eddie sat back. “He said you made great progress.”
Buck scoffed.
“Oh, so you can hear me.” Eddie drummed his fingers absently against the arms of the chair. “Buck, I know it’s hard-”
“You have no idea what it’s like.” His voice was raspy from lack of use. Eddie was right: he hadn’t spoken to Bobby when he’d come to check up on him after his PT session. He hadn’t spoken to the friendly nurse who’d taken a shine to him when she’d come in to ask if there was anything she could get him before her shift ended. He hadn’t even spoken to Maddie when she’d stopped by before her shift that morning. There was still an uncomfortable pang of guilt in his chest from that one; he was sure he’d heard her crying as she’d left. 
“Okay,” Eddie nodded. “So tell me.”
Buck pushed himself up into a sitting position as best he could; he didn’t miss the way Eddie’s hands twitched, as if fighting the urge to help him. 
“It took two people to help me stand up on my own, Eddie.” Buck swallowed, blinking away the tears of frustration that wouldn’t seem to leave him alone. “I’m twenty-eight, and I need help to stand up.”
“You were crushed by a firetruck,” Eddie replied without blinking. “Being able to stand up at all, with or without help, after a couple weeks? It’s a miracle.”
“And everybody keeps doing that, too.” Buck waved a hand, grimacing as he unintentionally tugged on his IV line. “Making a big deal out of every tiny thing I do. Like I’m a dog they’re patting on the head.” Buck huffed a sigh. 
“Buck.” Eddie clasped his hands together in his lap to stop himself fidgeting. “Three weeks ago we honestly thought we’d be getting dressed up to go to your funeral.”
Buck dropped his gaze to the bedsheets. 
“Every minute we spent out in the waiting room we thought a doctor was about to come out and tell us you hadn’t made it. But you did. Buck, everybody’s making a big deal out of everything you do because we didn’t think we’d ever get to see you do anything again. We’re proud of you, and we’re here for you, and I’m not gonna let you sit here for even a second thinking you’re alone in this, you hear me?”
Buck swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I’m coming to your PT session today,” Eddie said. “Carla’s picking up Christopher from school, it’s all sorted.”
Buck shook his head before Eddie had even finished speaking. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Buck laughed without humour. “I don’t need to tell you I’m not exactly great company right now.”
Eddie snorted. “Yeah, I got that. I’ve been in a literal war zone, Buck; I’m not gonna give up on you just because you don’t feel like talking.”
Buck mustered a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Eddie stood. “It’s in an hour, right? I’m gonna go looking for some decent coffee. Want me to smuggle some in for you?”
“Please.”
Eddie reached over to clap Buck on the shoulder. “Alright. Be right back.”
*
Buck had been quiet before. He’d been silent since Eddie had come back with the coffee. 
It hadn’t thrown the physiotherapist at all. She’d been all smiles despite the stony glare Buck had been levelling at them both, almost as if she couldn’t feel the hostility coming off Buck in waves. But Eddie could.
He hoped she knew that this wasn’t Buck. This wasn’t his Buck. His Buck had spent three hours helping Christopher build a science project for school. His Buck had taken over cooking duty during Bobby’s suspension and waited at the counter with bated breath for them to reassure him he’d done a good job. His Buck smiled wider and loved more than anyone else he’d ever met. 
No. This was still his Buck. He just needed time to get back there again. 
“Okay,” the physiotherapist - Charlotte, her name was Charlotte, that was it - beamed. “Let’s take it nice and slow, Buck. Sound good?”
Buck curled his fingers into the edge of the mattress, sat just far back enough on the bed for his legs to hang over the side without his feet brushing the floor. He stared disdainfully down at the grey tiles. 
“Eddie and I are right here,” she reminded gently when Buck didn’t move. “We won’t let you fall.”
“Right,” Eddie nodded. “We’re not going anywhere. Trust me.”
Buck looked up at him slowly. There was a hesitance in his eyes that made Eddie’s heart ache, a glint of uncertainty and nervousness and, if he looked hard enough, fear. Right at the centre of it, there was fear. Eddie couldn’t tell if it was a fear of failure or a fear of humiliation, but just the sight of it on Buck’s face made him want to cry. 
“Here.” Eddie moved closer and held out his hand. “If you need to lean on me, go ahead. I’ve got your back.”
Buck swallowed. 
Charlotte moved to Buck’s other side. “Whenever you’re ready, Buck. Go at your own pace.”
Buck let his good leg find the floor. He took a slow, deep breath, and reached for Eddie’s arm.
“You ready?” Eddie asked quietly.
Buck didn’t answer. He put all his weight on his good leg as he pushed himself up, balancing himself against Eddie. His free hand instinctively sought out something else to hold on to; Charlotte took it, placing it on her shoulder. 
“That’s good, Buck,” Charlotte praised. 
Buck was trembling with the effort of it, but the exertion didn’t do anything to stop the scoff that came from his lips.
“You are,” Charlotte insisted. “You’re doing great. I just need a little bit more from you and I’ll let you call it a day, okay? A little bit at a time. That’s all we want.”
Buck’s grip tightened around Eddie’s forearm. His hands were cold against Eddie’s skin, clammy with sweat, and the bandage around the IV cannula no longer seemed such a contrasting white. 
“You’ve got this, Buck,” Eddie murmured. “You can do this.”
Buck shook his head wordlessly, his face contorted into a grimace.
“Yes you can.” Eddie tightened his own grip on Buck’s arm. “You can do anything.”
Slowly, Buck lowered his other leg to the floor. 
Eddie forced himself not to react when Buck leant nearly all of his weight on him. He pretended not to notice the way Buck’s hands shook, the way he screwed his eyes shut against the pain, the way he bit down on his tongue to stop himself swearing. 
“Buck, you’re doing so well,” Charlotte encouraged, the smile still firmly in place. “Just a few more seconds.”
Those seconds felt like minutes to Eddie; he couldn’t imagine how long they must have felt to Buck.
“Buck, you’re amazing. How about we stop there and get you sitting down again? Sound good?”
Buck nodded tightly. 
Between them, they manoeuvred Buck back until he could sink onto the edge of the bed. 
“You did so well, Buck.” Charlotte rubbed his arm. She glanced surreptitiously at Eddie, still hovering by Buck’s side, and the smile of encouragement changed into something more knowing. “I’ll leave you alone for a little while, okay? I’ll come back and check on you later.”
Charlotte patted Eddie on the arm as she left the room, her footsteps echoing off the linoleum as she disappeared down the hall.
Buck let out a shaky breath. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes. ‘See what I mean?”
“About what?”
“About making a big deal out of nothing.”
“I told you already that this isn’t nothing, Buck. These things take time. You’ve just got to-”
“Take it steady, I know.” Buck scrubbed a hand down the side of his face. “But I don’t want to. I’m tired of needing help just to stand up. I’m tired of being so tired.”
“I know.” Eddie took up his station in the chair by the bed again. “But you’ll get through it.”
“You’ll all get tired of it too, eventually.” Buck sniffed. “Waiting around to see if I ever… you’ll all move on and I’ll still be here and-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop.” Eddie reached out a hand and squeezed Buck’s good knee. “Stop that. I told you we’re not going anywhere, didn’t I? And I told you I wouldn’t let you push us all away, right?”
Buck shrugged sullenly. 
“I meant it. I wouldn’t lie to you, Buck.” Eddie ducked his head to catch Buck’s eye. “You won’t go through this on your own. However long it takes, I’ll be here. I promise.”
Buck looked skeptically back at him.
“This won’t be forever, Buck.”
“You don’t know that.”
“It won’t be,” Eddie insisted. “But even if it were, it wouldn’t matter. I’ll still be right here. No matter what.”
Buck didn’t answer. Instead, he placed his hand on top of Eddie’s. He took another deep breath, nodded once, and squeezed back. 
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Pairing: Lee Felix x artist!reader
Genre: fluffffff
Warnings: literally nothing. this is so sweet asghk we’re channeling the cute here. like honestly not even my usual cussing
Word count: 3614 (!!!)
A/n: remember that idea I posted a while ago? well heres the fic! Im suuuper proud of this one because its the longest thing ive written for this blog (3k! more than 3k! that makes me so happy ahhhh!) and also I just really love it! usually I don't particularly like my own writing but this one I feel like is my best work. also about half way through writing this I found this amazing drawing by @panini-byanyothername​ which gave me the encouragement to finish this and also deserves all of the love because its an amazing piece of art! it was drawn based on another fanfic but its super pretty and is very close to what my story is about so I thought it would be appropriate to include a link
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stēllātus; first/second-declension adjective starry, stellate, starred
“I have an idea,” you announced, bouncing with excitement as you ran into the room where Felix was currently sat at your desk on his computer. Latching your arms around Felix’s neck from behind, you rested your chin gently on his shoulder. 
“And what would that be?”he asked, spinning the office chair he sat in and successfully rotating within your arms. 
“I want to paint on you!” you said brightly as Felix’s hands came to rest on your waist as you snuggled closer, plopping down into his lap. 
“What?” Felix asked, slightly startled by your bold proposition. 
“I want to paint on you,” you repeated, “like, kind of use you as a human canvas?” It came out more as a question than a statement, and you grinned awkwardly, the incredulous tone of his voice making you shy. 
“I’m not opposed,” Felix mused, and you immediately brightened back up again. “Why though?”
“Well,” you said, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie, “first of all you’re the only person I have on hand at the moment.” You giggled, and Felix raised a hand to his chest in mock offense. “But I’ve always loved painting on skin. There’s some strange appeal that comes with turning another human being into art. Unfortunately, I’ve only ever done it on myself before, but I had this really amazing idea a while ago and have held onto it forever and you are absolutely perfect for it.” You finished by pressing a sweet kiss to his nose. “So?” you asked eagerly, “what do you say? Let me paint on you?”
Felix chuckled lightly, and you could feel the deep vibrations where your hands were set on his chest. “Aren’t you going to tell me what your amazing idea is?” 
“Nope!” you said cheerfully, popping the ‘p’ as you smiled happily, “You’ll just have to say yes and see what I do. It will be beautiful, I promise.” 
Felix playfully narrowed his eyes at you. “You won’t do something stupid or make me look weird?”
“I would never,” you said, sticking out your littlest finger, “pinky swear. And anyway, nothing could ever make you look weird, pretty boy.” Felix’s eyes widened at your compliment, a light shade of red creeping across his cheeks as he wrapped his pinky around yours. No matter how often you complimented him he always had the sweetest flustered reactions. 
“What are we waiting for then?” you practically vaulted out of his lap, tangling your fingers together and tugging on his hand to try and get him to follow you. 
“What, now?” he asked, a bewildered look on his face.
“Yes, now,” you said, pulling on his hand again, “I can’t wait any longer, I’m dying to finally do this.”
“Alright,” Felix said, laughing as he stood up from the desk, whatever he was working on earlier abandoned as you enthusiastically pulled him along to the spare bedroom turned art studio. 
“Here,” you said, tossing one of the already paint-stained cushions you often put to use out of the closet, “sit down while I find what I need.” 
Felix grabbed the cushion and set it on the large, clear plastic mat you always kept set out over the hardwood floors. There were several places you had set up for painting, laying on the floor and the easel by the window being two of your favorites, and you rotated between them depending on how you were feeling that day. It seemed like today was a sprawled across the floor day, although that made sense, Felix reasoned, if you were going to be painting on him. He sat down and watched as you zipped back and forth across the room, picking through your jars of brushes and bins of paints to find the supplies you would be using. 
Thrusting one of the mason jar mugs you used to wash out your brushes at Felix, you asked, “Could you go fill this up with water for me?” He nodded compliantly, pulling himself up off the floor and traipsing across the hall to the bathroom to fill the glass mug with water. When he came back into the room, you had set up a jar of brushes to pick through, tossed a few tubes of paint to the floor next to the two cushions, and were currently spread across a decent portion of the floor with one of the large folders you had labeled as “inspiration and references.” These were collections of anything you could possibly want to give you ideas or utilize in your art, ranging from newspaper clippings, old photographs, passages from books and poems scrawled on torn notebook paper (or on the more rare occasion, printed out), and absolutely filled to the brim with doodles and practice drawings. You were a firm believer in the idea that anything could be reused or help inspire you in the future, which ultimately lead to your large collection. Usually you tried to date the bits of paper you tucked away, but it didn’t help with your chronic lack of organization. 
“What are you searching for?” Felix questioned, assuming that you wouldn’t answer but asking anyway. 
“Can’t tell,” you said, eyes twinkling with a spark of mischief, “it’s supposed to be a surprise, remember?” 
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop asking. What do you want me to do then?” he asked, looking around the room and wondering what you had planned for him. 
“Just sit, I’ll find it in a moment.” Felix settled himself back down on the floor as you continued to rifle through the folder barely containing the papers inside it. He watched as you carefully separated a few glossy photos that had stuck together and shuffled through a stack of what appeared to be old school work. “Aha!” you shouted victoriously, startling Felix and holding a few taped together pieces of paper in the air. 
“What’s that?” he asked, his curiosity over both the project itself and the haphazardly folded but carefully assembled papers in your grasp too much to handle. 
To his surprise, you gave in this time. “Star chart!” you chirped, obviously too pleased with yourself to continue hiding your intentions. “I’ve always loved space, specifically stars, and I took an astronomy class in high school but never got rid of the papers that weren’t just worksheets. I always hoped that someday I would be able to use them for painting. And here we are!” Felix smiled at the happy grin lighting up your whole face, your excitement too endearing to not acknowledge. 
“Cute.” Felix grinned happily as you shuffled over to where you had set up all of your supplies. All of a sudden his smile turned bashful, stammering slightly as he asked, “Should I like, take my shirt off or something then?” 
You giggled, setting down the star chart and plucking a thin marker from amongst the plethora of materials. “Not this time. I want to do your face!” 
“What?” Felix gasped, eyes widened in surprise. 
“I want to paint on your face!” you repeated, excitement fading as you rolled the marker between your hands, suddenly nervous. “Your freckles, specifically. Only if you’ll let me though.” You fidgeted slightly, focused on the marker before looking up at Felix who still wore a slightly startled expression. 
“My - my freckles?” he asked, and you nodded. 
“Yeah. Finding patterns that match my constellations-” you patted the papers sitting beside you - “and then turning your face into a little galaxy.” 
“Y/n,” he said softly, and you braced yourself to be turned down, “I think that’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever come up with. Why would I ever say no?” 
Your eyes shot up to find Felix’s, and you could see all of the adoration that he held for you in their depths. “Really?” you asked, pulling yourself into his lap and tucking your arms around his waist.
“Really,” he confirmed, sealing a gentle kiss against your mouth. “Now, how do you want to go about this?” 
You clamored off of Felix, grabbing the marker from where you had dropped it at his side and snatching the star chart into your hands before thrusting it at Felix. “Pick a few that you like, and I’ll see if what I can do to weave them out of your freckles,” you said, placing the folded chart into his hands and backing off to begin rifling through the paint tubes you had chosen. “Try not to do anything too difficult, I think the simpler ones would look better for this.” 
Leaving him to pour over the constellations, you realized that you had overlooked finding a palette earlier in your scramble to find paints, so you pulled yourself up off the floor to move to the closet once again. Shoving a few bins of paints and stacks of assorted canvases to the side, you finally found the collection of palettes stored near the back of the shelf. Just barely managing to get your finger under the one on the bottom (the shelf was slightly too high, not enough to really bother you, but it could be a minor inconvenience sometimes), you dragged the precariously balanced stack towards yourself. 
“What about Lyra?” Felix called from behind you. 
“That would work,” you mused, shuffling through the pile in search of one not too caked in dried paint. 
“Or Aquila?”
“Also fine,” you responded, selecting a mostly clean palette. “I really want to try Draco, so we’ll do that one first and then fit the others on after that. Sound good?” 
"Anything you want to do is good with me," he replied, and you turned to see the pretty blush staining his cheeks.
"But you're the one making this project come to life," you said, crossing the room in a few steps and settling down in front of him. "You should have some input."
"I'm merely the final product in this situation. You, y/n, are the one bringing it to life." Now it was your turn to grow flustered by his compliments. 
"Oh hush," you said, searching on the floor for the marker you had set down.
Finding your marker, you uncapped it and scooted closer to Felix. "Ready?" you asked.
He looked at the marker warily. "I thought you were painting."
"I am painting, but I have to sketch it out first," you laughed. "I always do."
"Oh," he said, looking down shyly. He always loved to watch you paint, however paying attention to the process was something else entirely. "Well go on then."
Studying his face carefully, you placed a small dot on top of a freckle close to the top of his cheek. Glancing back at the star chart, you drew another right under it, and awkwardly angled your pen to try and reach better. Pulling the papers mapping out your reference closer, you shuffled to the side and drew another dot.
"This isn't working very well," you said, taking Felix's chin in your hand and tilting his head to the side to try and reach better. "I might move you again, so try not to move and tell me if it's too uncomfortable."
Felix nodded in response just as you set the tip of the marker against his cheek, leaving a small inky streak down his face. You sighed. "Next time just say you heard me. I'm going to get the rubbing alcohol.” You stood up and headed to the bathroom, opening the cabinet and rummaging around to find the necessary bottle. Finding what you needed, you stood up and crossed the hallway once again to rejoin Felix.
"Here." Felix held out a cotton ball that he had no doubt found in the depths of one of your many bins of random art supplies.
"Thanks," you said quietly, already flipping the top of the rubbing alcohol open and soaking the cotton in liquid before scrubbing it gently across Felix's cheek. He held still for the moment, letting you remove the ink from his face and watching your movements carefully.
"Done?" he asked as you tossed the now somewhat grey cotton ball to the floor.
"Yep." you picked up your marker again. "Good to go?" He nodded again, this time making sure that the marker was nowhere near his skin.
You set back to work, switching between analyzing the star chart and making small dots where you could connect the freckles strewn across Felix's face to resemble the constellation you had picked.
After readjusting Felix's face for the nth time, you sighed. “This isn’t working,” you complained, capping your marker and letting your hand fall into your lap. 
“I can tell,” Felix mused. “Any ideas?”
You tilted your head, scanning over his face, and Felix could see the imaginary lightbulb pop up above your head as a grin spread across your face. “Maybe,” you said cheekily, crawling into his lap and once again uncapping your marker. Placing the non inky end into your mouth, you cupped your hands around Felix’s cheeks, gently moving his head around until you think you’ve found the perfect angle. “Don’t move.” 
Finding that your new vantage point gave you perfect access to the soft skin of your boyfriend’s cheeks, you steadily set back to work, sketching light lines between the makeshift “stars” that quickly began to fill the freckles dotted across Felix’s face. 
“Alright! I’m all done.” You leaned back a bit to admire your work, already extremely happy with the way that everything was turning out. “And now -” you clambered off Felix’s lap to let him stretch while you gathered the scattered supplies necessary for the next step of your project - “we paint!” 
Felix giggled at the enthusiasm spreading a happy brightness across your face, bringing you closer for a chaste kiss as soon as you had settled yourself back across him. Clasping the brush you had picked up between your teeth as you seemed prone to do, you grabbed two of the few tubes of paint selected from a small box of metallics Felix wasn’t aware you had and unscrewed the one containing silver paint. Squeezing a small amount onto the palette in your other hand, you replaced the cap and set it to the side. 
You pulled the paintbrush from your mouth, and said, “This is it. No going back after I start painting,” you warned, absolutely failing to hide the playful tone in your voice. 
“I have sharpie all over my face,” Felix laughed, “I’m pretty sure we reached that point a while ago.” 
“Right,” you said, ducking your face a little, trying to hide your embarrassed expression. “Well then, let the painting begin!” Placing a sweet kiss to the tip of Felix’s nose, you swirled your brush through the silver paint and hesitantly hovered over the inked lines connecting his freckles. 
“You’re not going to mess this up,” Felix reassured, almost as if he could immediately pick up on your thoughts, “anything you paint is always beautiful and I have complete confidence in you.” 
The compliments flustered you even more, and muttering a soft, “Oh, be quiet,” you set your brush down, dragging the bristles across the lines you had laid down earlier. 
Felix shuddered under the cool touch of paint stroked across his face, and you backed off for a moment, letting him adjust to the foreign feeling. “Try not to move,” you said, setting down your palette and cupping his jaw sweetly. 
You painted thin, careful lines over all of the drawn out constellations, painstakingly smoothing the edges and adding a second layer to those where the black ink was still visible. While you kept all of your focus on the paintbrush in your hand, Felix lost himself in the way that you concentrated on the task you had set yourself to. He loved to watch you paint, and the experience was ten times better when you were right up close. Felix watched your expressions as you immersed yourself in your work, noticing every little forehead scrunch, loving the cute way that you would chew on your lip or poke your tongue out when you got to a particularly tricky spot. There wasn’t enough focus left to be self conscious when you truly absorbed yourself in your art, and it was times like these that Felix thought you were most true to yourself, which lead to it also being when he found you most beautiful. Not that you weren’t other times, certainly, but there was something enchanting about your little expressions and the way your hair would stick up from running your fingers through it. You would always have paint all over your hands, no matter how careful you had been, and when it was still wet the pigment often transferred to your face or hair. Of course you never noticed, and so Felix would let you know you should probably look in a mirror, but only after silently appreciating the way that the smudged paint on your forehead somehow only enhanced the glow of beauty that truly being in your element brought out.
“There we go!” you suddenly exclaimed, startling Felix out of his reverie. “I’m finished with the lines,” you told him, dropping your paintbrush into the cup of water and swishing it around a little. “Now I just have to do the stars.”
You leaned to the side and reached around Felix to grab the other tube of paint you had taken out and added some of the gold to the palette before screwing the cap back on and tossing it next to you. Balancing the palette on your knee, you grabbed the cup containing your brush and dragged it toward you. Quickly and thoroughly rinsing the paint from the bristles, you wiped off the excess water and took Felix’s face into your hand once again, gently maneuvering him back into a position where you could easily paint. 
Now used to the feeling, Felix didn’t startle when you began painting again, the cool touch of the paint to his cheek calming. You worked steadily, crossing tiny strokes to form the stars connecting the constellations created by his freckles. Every now and then you would shift in his lap, or make sure that the angle his head was at wasn’t making his neck ache, but for the most part you worked silent and still. 
You smoothed tiny lines into shapes, keeping them tidy and occasionally layering more paint on where it had smudged or the first coat had been too thin. After finishing one of the stars higher on his cheek, you leaned back to admire your work. 
“I think I’m done,” you said softly, wiping a bit of golden paint off Felix’s forehead. 
“Can I see?” he asked, plucking the paint brush out of your fingers and placing it in the paint water. 
You nodded, climbing out of his lap and gesturing towards the messy desk in the corner of the room. “There should be a mirror up there. I’m going to go get my Polaroid camera.” You loved that camera, it had been a gift from a friend years ago, and you only pulled it out for special occasions. Felix knew how much it meant to you, and the fact that you wanted to capture this moment with it warmed his heart. 
When you returned to the room, Felix was sitting back on the cushions you had pulled out, the small hand mirror next to him on the floor. “It’s beautiful, y/n,” he said, and you smiled at the compliment, whispering a quiet “Thanks.” 
“Where do you want me?” Felix asked, nodding towards the camera in your hands. 
“By the window, probably,” you said, “I think backlighting would look good for this.” It was reaching late afternoon now, and the sun was beginning to sink to the horizon quickly. The golden light would shine through his hair beautifully, and Felix always glowed in the sunlight. 
The two of you moved to the other side of the room, and Felix quickly set himself up in front of the window. 
“Should I pose or something?” Felix asked, and you shook your head in response. 
“Just do what feels natural,” you said, squinting at him through the viewfinder on your Polaroid before lowering it to watch him adjust for the photo. He seemed to relax under your gaze, and turned his head to the side so he was looking straight into the lens as the light washed over the paint trailed across his face, illuminating the shine of the metallics you used. He stilled after a moment, and after you were sure he wasn’t going to move, you pressed the shutter. The camera began printing your photo, and after a moment you plucked it from the slot, pressing it between your lips and bringing the camera back up to your eye. 
“I want to take one more,” you mumbled around the developing photo in your mouth, “close your eyes for me?” Felix complied, letting his lashes flutter against the top of his cheeks as a small smile settled across his face. You snapped your second photo, bringing the camera down and tucking the earlier in between your fingers as you waited for the second to print. Felix came to stand next to you, taking the second photo and looking over your shoulder to see how the first one turned out. 
As you watched the color seep onto the glossy paper you knew that the stars across his cheeks, no matter how pretty they were, could never compare to the stars that shone in his eyes. He was truly beautiful, and standing there with your camera in hand, his hair brushing against your cheek, you were never more aware.
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