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captain-hen · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have a tutorial about how to make gifs like this? https://www.tumblr.com/captain-hen/718203110790660096/911-under-pressure-lgbtqcreators-creator?source=share

Like making them with only one certain prominent colour if that makes sense? I'm not good at explaining tbh, i'm sorry! Your sets always look so amazing! Thanx for making them!

hi! thank you for your kind words! so, in this set, i used three different methods to get those results. the method i used for hen and maddie's gifs is already explained here. the method i used for the rest of yellow gifs, and the gif with Buck coming out of the swimming pool, was just highlighting and isolating colors that are already prominent in the image. i'll touch on that briefly, later, but i'll expand more on how i did the buddie and buckley siblings gifs, which is color manipulation. i'll be showing you how to get a gif that looks a bit like this:

so, before we begin, there are a couple things to be kept in mind

i'm going into this tutorial assuming you know the basics of gifmaking, coloring—particularly the selective color layers. i won't be explaining any of that.

scene selection is probably more important than the actual coloring process. if you don't have a scene that works, the methods i explain here will be completely useless.

with the above point in mind, i'll tell you which type of scenes work for the color manipulation method. you'll need a scene with a grayish, neutral kind of background. here are some scenes which more or less fit what i mean:

your scenes shouldn't have too much white in the background. a little white can be fixed, but too much will result in your coloring being pixelated. keeping all this in mind, choose a scene that has a background that looks like this, in terms of color palette. or just go with my example of the buddie one, and we can get started!

make your gif, sharpen it, and color it as you normally would. this is how my gif looked after the basic process:

for the purpose of this tutorial, we will be working entirely with selective color. i'm aware that other gifmakers use color balance, instead, for color manipulation, but that's not what we're doing here.

please keep in mind—whatever color you ultimately want your gif to be, we are gonna start by making it a bright blue. we can manipulate it from there to look like anything you want.

first, i want you to add a selective color layer and then go to the neutrals tab. in case you're not familiar, neutrals works a bit like color balance—it adds a tint that affects the entire image when you mess around with it. this feature is perfect for working with scenes like this one. right now, we'll only be touching the cyan slider. go ahead and slide it up a bit, but not too much, because then you'll affect the skin-tones of your characters in a way that won't be easy to fix.

i forgot to add it in the gif, but please keep in mind—when you mess around with neutrals, the skin color of your character gets invariably affected. you'll need to go back to reds in selective color and make the color look normal again, in this case, i decreased the cyans in the reds and upped the yellows.

now, our gif has a good amount of cyan in the background. this is enough for us to work with, you won't need to touch the neutrals tab again. add another selective color layer, this time, go to the cyans tab. while trying to turn cyan into true blue, you:

up the cyan slider to it's fullest

up the magenta slider—magenta cancels out green, so any greens that maybe present in your cyan will get killed

decrease the yellows, because yellow cancels out blue. this not only makes your cyan into true blue, it also makes the color bolder and brighter.

as you can see, i added two such cyan layers, with similar settings. the gif looks fairly blue, now, but it's still not enough. after adding a third cyan layer, i focused my attention on the blues in selective color. you'll probably need only one—two at most—of this layer.

here in the blues tab, you do essentially the same thing you did in cyan. essentially, what we want is—1) the scene to be true blue, no hints of cyan or green or anything else, and, 2) the blue to be as bright as possible.

let me explain why i wanted the background to be a bright blue first. blue is a cool and neutral color—any manipulation you do of it shouldn't affect the skin tone of your characters, which is the main thing we're trying to avoid here. even if you want your background to be, say, a bright red, i recommend starting with blue and working your way up from there. hope that makes sense!

if this is the color you're happy with for your background, that's well and good. if not, let me show you how to make it into other colors.

if you wanna make the background purple, you'll want to go into the blues tab in selective color and decrease the cyans, increase the magentas and yellows. then you should go into the cyans tab and do the same, like so:

now, if you want to make it green, instead, you'll need to increase the cyans in the blues tab, decrease the magenta and increase the yellow. rinse and repeat in the cyans tab.

by now you should have a pretty good idea of the process works, of which colors cancel each other out or compliment each other. using this method, with the correct type of scene, you can manipulate your background in almost any way you want! let me demonstrate with a few other scenes:

(sorry if these gifs look jerky—adding the fade in affect always messes with the frames 😔)

now that we're done with this, i'll touch briefly upon isolating colors that are already prominent in an image. i'll use the example of one of the gifs in this set.

as you can see, the original scene with no coloring already has a lot of yellow in it. we can work with that. after doing my normal coloring, i added a selective color layer, went to the neutral tab again, and this time, i upped the yellows all the way to 100. that gave me this result:

(again, i'm sorry this gif looks weird—i have no clue what happened)

there's still a lot of green in the trees, but that can be fixed. i went to the yellows in selective color, decreased the cyan completely, increased the magenta slightly and increased the yellows completely. that gave me this:

so that's how you do it! if the prominent color is blue, like the gif of buck in the swimming pool, all you have to do is use selective color to highlight the blues as much as possible—like i've already explained. using the same principles, you can do the same thing for pretty much any color that's already prominent in a gif.

a word of warning, though: while trying to highlight colors such as yellow, red and orange, take caution to do it only for scenes where the character's faces aren't really visible, like in overhead shots. this is because messing with these particular colors will definitely screw up their skin tones, which is not a good thing, especially for characters of color, it is easiest to go wrong with them. colors like blue, green, pink, purple are all fair game, but take the greatest caution with warmer colors.

i hope this helped you, and made sense! i know i rambled a lot, so i'm sorry about that. feel free to reach out if you have anymore questions!

#neethu answers #*tutorial #usergif #resources #allresources #completeresources #alielook #usercorrine #userisha #useralie

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invisibleraven · 2 months

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"You look adorable when you smile" + Rulie?

"You ready?" Andi asked the band.

"Hold on I have to make sure I'm not dreaming," Luke joked, pinching his arm.

The rest of the band laughed at his antics, though Julie's was a bit more stitled as Andi lead them into the photo shoot for Rolling Stone.

Reggie noticed however, how she was holding herself, biting her bottom lip, not focusing on the eras of history hanging on the walls. He laid a hand on her arm, making her pause.

"You okay?'

"Mmmhmm," she nodded, offering a close lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Just nervous I guess."

"I know, doesn't seem real that we're here," he replied. "But we made it! Next stop the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame!"

That earned him a giggle, but she covered her mouth as she did-a move very unlike her. It immediately made Reggie concerned.

"Hey, you know we get veto rights on all the photos right? And Andi inked the deal so we aren't going to be like nude or anything," he joked.

"I know, I just..." Julie sighed, drooping a little. "There were some comments online about my smile. Typical racist shit about the gap and I dunno, it just got to me."

"Pssh, you look adorable when you smile," Reggie replied. "I love the gap-it makes you even more special and beautiful."

Julie blushed at that, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Thanks Reggie."

"Look, I can ham it up for the photo if you want, all eyes will be on me that way," he offered.

She let her real smile bloom then-no hiding it. "No, I want everyone to see the adorableness that is you too."

"You think I'm cute?" he said with a grin.

"You know I do," she said, tugging on his necklace. "Now come on, we have a photo shoot to rock."

Reggie let her take his hand, pulling her towards the rest of the band, and watched as she beamed through every photo, smiling even wider himself a a result.

It wasn't until later when they were going over the shots did he notice how many of them had him looking at Julie with extreme fondness. Nor how many had her looking back.

But that was okay-even if Julie sometimes felt like hiding her smile, there was no way either of them could hide the way they felt about each other.

And that thought made the both of them smile brighter than ever.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms

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blastedking · 5 months

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Hi! I hope you are doing alright.

When I first entered the Gloryhammer fandom a year ago, I genuiely thought all your art and comics were canon and made for the band, and honestly I'm still flabbergasted it's all fanmade content. So I wanted to know how you feel about all the stories you made, what place they had for you in your life and just in general what they represent for you. I hope this isn't too much of a personal question, all the efforts you put in this is fascinating to me, so I'm just curious about that.

Oh hey there!

First of all, a bit thank you of course. Even though that notion of “thinking it is canon" would probably terrify some particular people xD But I think most do realise it isn't so eventually. I’m indeed just doing it for fun, as a hobby, trying to squeeze it into the free time I have between an actual job :’D

It’s an interesting question though, because the whole thing is naturally important to me, especially given the way I got into it.

I got into Gloryhammer by chance in March 2020 I think, and by May that year I started the first comic. All art from that time is pretty rough since I genuinely had stopped drawing for a year at that point, because I had started a new job and was still very bitter about having to stop doing art full time due to health reasons at the time. But I made room for this. I had the idea for this story line very early on - which I always called my “5 Year ULF plan” (which I’m still almost on-track on. Going to be 6 years now because stuff got added. Like the Powerwolf comic wasn't planned X))

So, getting into Gloryhammer, kind of revitalised my love for doing this stuff. Worldbuilding, making comics, art and stories.

It’s not been a smooth ride all the way, it is unfortunate to know that some people just don’t get that this is genuinely fun. But there are enough people who follow along and appreciate it. We may not be many, Gloryhammer itself is already niche, so ULF only takes another fraction from that, but it’s never been about clout. (Like, there was this surreal moment when I posted (1) TF2 fan art in between the ULF stuff in late 2022 and it got like 2000 notes - which was like “ah right, it’s really about fandom size xD”)

It IS an enormous amount of work though for sure. But it’s sufficiently varied. I finished the next comic a few weeks back (starting on the 22nd this month!!) And I am right now still in the “I never ever want to draw a comic ever again” phase xD but that will fade over the next months again. In the meanwhile I can focus on writing and other art.

On a more theme related note concerning ULF and what it means to me,

The ULF worldbuilding carries forward a lot of themes and ideas and concepts I had been conceptualising for a long time already. Like ideas about immortality, magic, even the werewolves of Hatir are very closely based on Original content I’ve written before. It also focuses a lot on the idea of characters just not fitting in, or struggling to comply with the status quo in many variations. Which is also a theme that has been running through my stories since forever. There is definitely a lot in ULF that is either important or interesting/fascinating to me personally. (One would assume so I think xD) But at the end of the day, I do it because it's fun to me and I greatly enjoy the result this far.

It’s often very grim and dark - but in the end I always hope to get it to a brighter place. I still plan for a happy end for ULF. So there is hope in that :)

Thank you so much for the question! Answer got a bit rambly x) ❤️

#king's speech #UniverseLawOfFire #ask #yes I do use xD basically like punctuation - sue me #xD

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loudlooks · 7 months

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Day 20 - Shared sunsets

A/N: tiva, follow-up to day 19, though I guess it can be read without context, barely edited because apparently I had only written about 200 words of nonsensical dialogue and I need to sleep...

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: Shared sunsets

Word count: 1074

Her whole body felt itchy and freezing. She fought against the heaviness of sleep, and managed to slowly open her eyes. After a few blinks her eyes focused on Tony, who was standing at the window, his face illuminated by the soft warm glow of the setting sun.

She tried to speak, but the only sound leaving her dry mouth and sore throat was a croaky mumble.

He turned on his heels in an instant, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at her with weary eyes. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty, you slept through a beautiful day.”

Ziva blinked slowly, as he approached her, a vague memory of a conversation at sunrise fighting to resurface. His face looked drawn and haggard, and Ziva wasn’t entirely sure whether the redness in his eyes was merely a reflection from the setting sun outside, or the result of a rough day.

“Was it,” she said hoarsely, “beautiful?”

He opened his mouth, then shook his head minutely, and quietly said. “I don’t know.”

Memories of the shooting drifted through the fog in her mind. They were going to have lunch. “How was lunch?” Her voice was feeling a bit stronger.

He frowned, and blinked a few times. “I didn’t have lunch.”

“Oh,” she said as her eyelids began to droop. A shiver ran through her, and before she could mention she felt cold, a warm blanket was covering her, tucking her in comfortably. She smiled and forced her eyes open, finding Tony’s eyes full of worry staring back at her.

“Better?” he asked, as he gently stroked her hair.

She blinked slowly, feeling safely cocooned in the warm blanket and his close presence. “You smell better than the hospital,” she mumbled.

His eyes finally lit up, and he let out a chuckle. “That’s not hard to do.”

She frowned, felt frustration build, that was not what she meant, but at least he seemed more like himself. Tony doesn’t skip lunch if he can help it, though. She licked her dry lips, and asked, “No lunch?”

Tony’s brow furrowed, and the haunted look appeared in his eyes again. “No, I was preoccupied.”

Ziva nodded, barely. “The case.”

When he sighed and plopped down into the chair next to the bed, he seemed to take all the warmth and comfort with him. She wondered why the sunlight now bathing the whole bed in a warm glow didn’t feel warmer.

He rubbed his face. “I don’t know how the case is going, Gibbs said he’d call if he needed me.”

Part of her wanted to touch him, hold his hand, comfort him, the other part felt as exhausted as he looked. She asked if he had been there all day, but it came out all slurred.

He chuckled again, making her heart feel a little lighter, and her mind brighter.

“English, Ziva, I may be able to memorize a few lines of Hebrew, that doesn’t mean I understood a word of what you just mumbled.”

His hand had gone back to caressing her hair, and combined with the loving gaze illuminated by the setting sun, she both wanted to drift off to a pleasant sleep, and stay awake so she would not miss a thing.

“Sleepy,” she mumbled.

“You’ve been very sleepy, in fact, the nurse suggested that if you didn’t wake up soon, I should try kissing you awake.”

“Did you?” Ziva asked, trying to figure out how he could have kissed her from across the room.

“No,” he said, as sadness swirled in his eyes.

“Why not?” Ziva asked frustrated, fighting against the fog in her mind.

At a loss for words, he pulled his hand back and shrugged. “Life isn’t a fairy tale, or a movie.”

Hearing him say those words crushed her heart. While she hadn’t believed in fairy tales and happy endings since she was a little kid, he had always seemed to have kept some of that hopeful, childlike wonder. Sadness and fatigue took over, and she let her eyelids drift close.

A moment that felt like eternity later, she felt his thumb caress her cheek, wiping away a tear she hadn’t realized she had shed, before feeling his lips touch hers ever so softly.

She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her once more, his tongue briefly licking his lips, before smiling widely.

“I guess I was wrong, kissing you awake does work.”

Ziva huffed, and struggled to free her arm from underneath the blanket, with the intent to jokingly slap him. Foolishly he helped her by lifting the blanket, fortunately, the loving look in his eyes, and brain fog, made her say that kissing her asleep works too.

He grinned, and tapped a finger on the back of her hand. “How much of this is the anesthetic talking?”

She thought for a moment, digging for clarity. “Not enough,” she said with a giggle.

Like the flick of a light switch, the lightheartedness left his eyes. “You scared the living daylights out of me.”

Ziva frowned at the sudden change of mood and topic. “That is a movie, yes?”

Tony chuckled, and in his best Sean Connery impression, said, “Bond, James Bond.”

Ziva tried to smile, despite her confusion.

“That was a Timothy Dalton one, actually, but I can’t do his voice.”

Ziva weakly lifted her hand and patted his cheek. “Can’t do Connery either.”

Tony chuckled. “You’ll pay for that when you least expect it. Could be tomorrow, or next week, perhaps twenty years from now.”

Ziva raised her eyebrows. “Twenty years is a long time.”

His face fell, the haunted look taking over his eyes once more. “The past ten hours felt like twenty years.”

“I…am sorry I was,” she licked her dry lips, “too slow.” If she had pulled her gun just a second earlier, this all could have been avoided.

Tony shook his head in disbelief. “I should’ve…” He rubbed his face with both hands, then inhaled deeply.

Ziva took his hand in hers, and saw a calm determination settle on his face.

“All that matters, is that we get to share many more sunrises and sunsets together.”

She struggled to keep the sleep at bay, eyes drifting close at the mere thought. As he gently caressed her cheek, she made one last effort to meet his gaze.

“We will ride off into the sunset together,” she said with a wink, before finally drifting off.

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus

#tiva fanfiction #30 days of fall #my fanfiction #i don't think i'll be posting tomorrow #had to stop writing today's prompt so i could finish and post this one

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strqyr · 1 year

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the gift of the moon is a story about people tricking and making demands of the sun until it crashes to the earth, shattering large chunk of it. the people do their best to piece the fallen sun back together and lifting it back to the sky, but the shattered pieces keep drifting apart and the sun is just a shadow of its former self as when it crashed, much of its light had spilled out. the people, after panicking and grieving and pitying themselves, decided to gather all of the spilled light, put it into a large glass orb they had made, and hoisted it to the sky as a new replacement sun, better and brighter than even the previous one, which, as a result, became the moon.

now. if you take the first half of this story and replace the sun with the gods and the people with salem, it sounds awfully lot like what happened in the lost fable.

i mean. the story even starts with "In a very distant past, much longer ago than anyone can remember [...]" and i know the source for this story says "traditional" but this isn't subtle at all ozpin.

...speaking of ozpin! this is what he had to say in his notes:

One interpretation of this story focuses on the fact that the people cause the problem in the first place. But in my view, it is only natural for us to want to bring more light into the world and "reach for the sun." And on the brighter side, if you'll excuse the pun, people were also part of the solution. They not only replaced the sun, a celestial gift from the all-powerful God of Light, but also improved upon it through their own ingenuity. Most importantly, they could not have accomplished this magnificent, godly feat without uniting for a common purpose in a way they never had before.

The world once was divided between day and night, light and darkness, but by coming together, and overcoming their inherent jealousy and resentment, people made the darkness just a little bit brighter for all.

so. like.

we know salem is wholly capable of uniting people

while we don't know what her exact plan is, safe to say it does not include summoning the gods back just for everything to go back the way it was with them on the top again

not only was the sun, a gift from god of light, replaced, but it was also improved upon thanks to human ingenuity—a trait humanity has that salem brings up in the very first episode of the show

the world was made a better, brighter place by two sides—complete opposites of one another—coming together to find a solution

i know i probably shouldn't read too much into these fairy tales but C'MON

#is it possible to go feral over a fairy tale book?#why yes it is!

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rebeljyn · 1 year

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Oh and how do you isolate colors in gifs? Like you want to color a whole gif color without changing the skin color?

Color Focused Gif Tutorial!

Ok there's more than one way to do this and it depends on the colors of the shot you're giffing. Sometimes one gif requires more than one of these tecniques to reach the desired coloring. I'll go throw some of the ones I use and try to link a few tutorials from other creators at the end as well.

I'll use this gif as the base for this tutorial(I've already changed the values of this gif to make it brighter and sharper):

And we'll make the background a green/teal without changing luke's skin color using three different methods with these being the results:

0. Vibrance Layer:

This isn't a method, it's just something I do everytime I make a gif and it makes it way easier to manipulate colors. Make a new adjusment layer set to Vibrance. I usually set mine to +80, it makes everything way more vibrant but without giving the image that "fried" look:

This is what it did to my example gif's colors:

(Obs: sometimes you can use the Color Balance layer to make sure your gif colors lean less into the same color group.)

Now we can start going through the actual methods you can use.

1. Hue/Saturation Adjustment Layer

Arguably this is the easiest one, but it also works with very few gifs. For this method to work the background and the character's skin color need to be different enough for photoshop to recognize them as completely separate color groups. In this case, since luke's skin is more yellow/orange and the background is magenta/blue it works perfectly.

First of all make a Hue/Saturation layer. Then go to Layer Properties and look for the color group that matches your background the best(in this case it's magenta) and use the Hue slider to change the background color to what you want it to look like:

You can also use the slider at the very bottom to change the spectrum of colors that are being aftected by this filter and how abrupt the change from one color to another is. The final look of the gif is this:

After you have this you can use other adjustiment layers to make your gif look better.

2. Selective Color Layer(s)

This method gives you more control over the colors of the gif but might also take a few layers to get to where you want. Like the Hue/Saturation method you also need your colors to be different for the background and character, but you have a bit more leeway.

Make your Selective Color layer and go into layer properties and find the color you need, again for this gif it's magenta:

Now start changing the sliders to get to the color you need. This is what it looks like before and after:

As you can see the background color looks too gray for us to fit it into a color group properly so I use a Color Balance layer underneath the Vibrance layer to make the colors a bit bluer and changed the sliders in the Blue tab of the Selective Color layer and this is what we get:

Now we can make more Selective Color layers and change this blue color into a green, and this is what we get:

When compared to the Hue/Saturation method the edges between colors look much better but I also needed a Color Balance layer as well as three Selective Color layers:

3. Layer Masks(and Keyframes):

Depending on the gif this is the method that takes the most effort, since you have to account for the movement in the gif when changing the background color.

First you make either a Gradient Map layer or a regular layer you've filled with the color you want the background to be. If your background has more contrast between dark and light areas it's worth using the Gradient Map to give it more depth.

Once you've made your layer change the Layer Mode to Color or Hue:

Your gif should now look something like one of these depending on which Layer Mode you chose:

If you've made a Gradient Map layer it should have a Layer Mask automatically, if not you'll have to create one.

Now we'll use a Layer Mask to erase the areas where we don't want the color to change. If your the are you erased is relatively still in the gif timeline you can end your process here and it'll look great, but as you can see below Luke moves around enough that the area I've erased doesn't align with him anymore.

To fix this we'll use keyframes. In the timeline tab, you'll see an arrow on the left side of your layer names, when you click on it you get the options for you to keyframe:

We'll be using Layer Mask Position. Go to the frame where you originally erased your layer and click on the circular icon to the left of Layer Mask Position, this makes it so Photoshop remembers where you left the Layer Mask in that frame:

Then go to the other end of your gif, move your Layer Mask to fit your frame and check other frames in the gif to see if they need adjustments as well. It might happen that to be precise with this you'll have to make more than one layer mask for the same gif because of part moving in different ways, if that's the case follow the same steps with each layer mask until you get the desired result. For this gif, for the sake of precision I used 3 different layer masks.

This is the final result:

This method also makes it so that the number of frames in parts where keyframes are used is doubled, so you'll have to export the gif and open it again to delete the repeated frames and fix the time per frame back to what it was.

That's it! Hope it helped! I didn't focus on how to make the overall coloring of these look better, only in the background color changing, so the final gifs showed here aren't actually what I personally would consider ready to post, I'll leave that part to you to follow your preferences.

Now some tutorials from other creators:

Coloring with Color Mode by @captain-hen

Coloring with Gradient Map by @sashafierce

Cutting out subject using rotoscoping in After Effects by @antoniosvivaldi

Rotoscoping and masking in After Effects by @usergif

#tutorial #gif tutorial #mari answers asks #anon

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loorain · 7 months

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Home Stretch

As Sigrid and Robin's wedding is now days away (yes, it's finally happening!), Sigrid heads to the venue to do some final checks to make sure everything is in order. Anya, ever the supportive sister-in-law and major help in the planning process, meets her to do one last check of the space.

Anya: Ah, been a minute since we've been here, huh?

Sigrid: I'm just glad we found this place. All thanks to you of course.

Anya: Well I know some things about wedding planning. Of course I have to use my learned skills to help my sister! Thank goodness you have me too, Robin would be so lost trying to do any of this stuff.

Sigrid: I'll admit he's been a bit naive to this whole wedding planning thing. It's nice to have your help. I just hope everything is coming along inside.

Anya: Well there's only one way to find out! After you, bride-to-be!

Anya and Sigrid make their way inside, taking a good look at the reception space which is looking very nice as things are being set up for the big day.

Anya: Another wedding happened here just yesterday so they're still switching things out, but this is looking very nice so far!

Sigrid: I agree! These vibes are perfect. Looks like everything is coming along in here. Can't wait to see the final result.

They take a good look around the reception space, making notes about the room and anything they may need to follow up on to make sure everything's perfect for the big day. Then, as they finish up they make their way to the ceremony room.

Anya: Wow...

Sigrid: Tell me about it...

Anya: I know we picked out this space for this reason, but... wow. This is beautiful.

Sigrid: It's perfect.

Anya: Is it starting to feel real?

Sigrid: It is... felt like this day would never come, to be honest. When I got pregnant with the twins, it felt like my life was being written for me and I was just having to go along for the ride. I love being a mom, but it doesn't mean it's been easy. But finally, something that I've really wanted for myself is coming true.

Anya: It is. You're finally marrying my blockhead brother.

Anya can't help but giggle to herself a little, watching as Sigrid admires the space as if she's not even there anymore. Sigrid imagines her future with Robin and their family, and her heart swells. Through it all, she knows that life has been leading her to this moment. Things seem brighter, and Sigrid feels at peace, albeit also a little flirty thinking about her love.

After finishing up at the venue, the two head to the next-door karaoke bar for a simple cocktail, Anya's treat. It allows them time to unwind, go over wedding plans, and bond deeper.

Anya: ...Trust me, married life has its ups and downs, but it's also so lovely. And you and Robin have literally the most perfect love story in the world, like, nauseatingly cute, and he's head-over-heels for you, so I'm sure things will be fine.

Sigrid: How did you know Haru was for you?

Anya: It was difficult. I really didn't know for a long time. I was involved with him and another guy for a while, but not really committed strongly to either of them. Then I got pregnant with Colt, and all of a sudden our paths were permanently intertwined. He was ready to go all in, but I felt the pressure coming in from all sides, and honestly, I choked. I had Colt, but I immediately gave him to Haru and said I couldn't be the mother he needed at that time. I didn't even really start getting to know my own son until he was a child. Still, through it all Haru always expressed his desire to be with me and to bring our family together under one roof. I was so focused on my career, and a kid and husband threatened to upend everything I worked towards.

Sigrid: But...?

Anya smiles softly, recalling her past.

Anya: But... over time... I realized I was running from my own destiny. I was afraid of not living up to the expectations I put on myself. That I wouldn't be a good mother like mine was to me. That I had failed her by following in her footsteps in becoming a teen mom. That I had completely screwed up my life simply because I was angry at the universe that it had taken her from me. In reality, being a mom, wife, and successful actress were all things I was made to be together.

Sigrid: I know what it's like to feel lost after the loss of a parent. I lost both of mine way too soon. Not to mention two of my siblings. It's always felt like life was happening to me, and I wondered if things would ever go the way I want them to. Getting pregnant so soon was not the plan, but the moment Robin expressed such excitement about being a dad, and when we saw them on that screen for the first time, I knew this was my path, as rocky as it may be.

Anya: Robin loves you. He has since the first time he met you all those years ago when he was just a dorky teenager. And now he's a dorky man.

Both Sigrid and Anya laugh.

Anya: No, but seriously, my brother is wonderful. He's a simple guy, and all he's wanted in life is to create the family Armani lost too soon. He idolizes his dad, and for good reason. He was amazing. He even became the dad I needed. After all, it was him that walked me down the aisle. My father came and gave some general congrats, but that was it. He was never there for me. Armani filled that void as best as he could, and he tried to fill it when that void grew stronger after my mom died. It wasn't always enough, but that's a lot to put on one sim. Despite this, he did his very best, and Robin has always intended to do the very same. I know my brother is a bit naive at times and maybe a bit too idealistic, but his passion for dreaming is what led him to you, and it's led both of you to this moment.

Sigrid: I love Robin. I do. I love our family. I love that you all have let me into your lives so warmly.

Anya: You're my sister. I'm always going to be here for you, and so will everyone else. We want the best for both of you.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: Guess this is really what my life has always been leading up to.

Anya: Well, cheers to life taking us right where we need to be.

Sigrid smiles.

Sigrid: Cheers to that.

#sims 4 fontenot legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 modded #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr

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mike-hawkin · 2 years

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Cold Email Overlords Will Punish You For These Crucial Mistakes

For a few months now, I’ve cold emailed hundreds of prospects as a means to earn some bright green bucks.

And because of that, I’ve learned quite a bit from experience.

For sure it can be a time consuming, daunting and tedious process, but you gotta do it to make life brighter in the future.

And in my journey, I’ve read more than enough comments, opinions, posts, blogs, and all that good stuff about cold emails.

The consensus seems to fall under:

“I hate unsolicited emails from strangers that just want my money! BWAAA!”

And honestly, I find it quite amusing.

Because if the cold email was an offer where it promised legitimately to fix a specific problem that’s been in their mind for what seems like eons, they would have no problem with ‘unsolicited cold emails’.

So how can you go from ‘unsolicited cold emails’ to ‘welcomed cold emails’?

Here ya go.

People want:

A) Something that will benefit them immediately.

B) Tailored specifically to them, i.e. Personalized emails.

C) An interesting read.

The first one is a no brainer. Or at least it should be..

However, it seems as though numerous people who cold email others don’t realize that. Whoever is in this category, you should probably seek a specifically tailored made dunce hat and sit in the corner for a bit.

Another common thing with these types of people is that they don’t even bother to offer the prospect something that would immediately benefit them.

Instead they:

1) Ask for the prospect's time as if they are inclined to it. ( You gotta earn it kiddo! )

2) Direct them to clicking on their website to ‘learn more’ ( Again you gotta earn it kiddo! )

3) Have a CTA at the end. ( “How many of these will you be ordering?” )

If you do either of these things chances are, you’re just another pesky email-to-email salesman…

Now then, I’m not going to sit here and say that this method doesn’t work at all.

They do from time to time.

But to consistently do it correctly with results that you can be satisfied with, then that’s a big NO.

You gotta have flair with that style, a certain finesses.

Moving on…

This one shouldn’t be anything extreme.

It becomes borderline creepy to mention that the prospective son needs to improve his math…

But here is the kicker with personalization.

You gotta have an intriguing way of doing it, not this common yada-yada where you say, “Congratulations on …”.

Shame on you if you do this.

Be better…

Be smarter…

And finally C).

Here is the thing with this.

People love interesting stuff, especially when it involves them somehow. ( Perhaps you shouldn’t do this when emailing a CEO of a 500 fortune company, but most aren’t, so please make your stuff interesting to read. )

There will be thousands upon thousands who tell you to make your emails short and to the point.

And that’s also why thousands upon thousands of emails go unanswered…

But for this to work effectively, your SL must be as intriguing as the email. ( I don’t want to get into that, so trust me on this one ;) )

Save your soul, time, and mentality by focusing on the three main aspects to creating ‘welcomed cold-emails’ otherwise the ‘Email-Overlords’ will punish you severely.

I’m bored of writing now.

Goodbye.

#cold email #copywriting #email

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Humans are weird: How to make a traitor

( Don’t forget to come see my on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord ) Cold, damp, smooth, empty….

These were the words that best described prison cell B-13. A room of cold stone devoid of windows, it was but one of a thousand identical cells aboard the prison ship Magenta’s Gail as it sailed between the worlds of the Klax Empire. Unlike other prison ships that held prisoners that were often Klax citizens that had committed crimes, the Magenta’s Gail was a specifically designed prison ship meant to house only the enemies of the empire.

The door to the cell rolled open slowly revealing a passageway that had you not seen the doorway open yourself would not believe it was there at all.

From outside the cold cell a lone figure was casually thrown inside. Their clothes in tatters and stained with blood and other fluids, what visible skin marred by bruises, and a looming stench that would strike fly’s down out of the air. They lay on the cold ground unmoving as the cell door rumbled closed once again. Once it was sealed, the room appeared as if it had no door at all.

As the prisoner groaned in the dark cell a holographic generator kicked to life and displayed a large eyeball in the center of the room. The iris swirled around observing the cells interior before focusing on the prisoner.

“Prisoner B-13,” a mechanical voice echoed from all around the cell, “you are being held for your crimes of espionage against the state.”

The huddled figure on the ground only softly stirred but did not respond to the booming voice. Hovering above the room the eyeball began to glow brighter from the prisoner’s silence.

“You are to relinquish all information currently in your possession of your species. Failure to do so will result in punishment.”

As before the prisoner only acknowledgment was a soft groan.

“Prisoner B-13, you will acknowledge me when spoken to.” The mechanical eyeball droned. “Failure to do so will result in punishment.”

For the first time the prisoner shuffled around and sat up with their back against the opposite wall. They faced the giant eyeball and viewed it with a gaze of lackluster wonder. “My name is not B-13.” The prisoner said.

“Your designation is B-13,” the eyeball retorted, “you will acknowledge your new designation.”

“I will not.”

The prisoners reply was as quick as was the mechanical overseer’s punishment. From the corners of the room a faint hissing sound could be heard and before long the prisoner was beginning to find it increasingly difficult to breathe.

“Failure to comply has been registered; administrating punishment.”

After a few moments the hissing subsided but the prisoner was still finding it difficult to breathe. “Oxygen levels have been decreased by 25%.” Staring up at the eyeball the prisoner could only fill his gaze with hatred as it stared back at it him seemingly uninterested.

“Air levels will remain as such until compliance is achieved.”

With that the giant eyeball hologram disappeared casting the room back into motionless darkness disrupted only by the labored breathings of a man on the edge of the abyss.

He wasn’t aware of how long he was alone in the dark cell after the leering eyeball vanished. In the cold dark room time blurred together like it was an endless merry-go-round spinning him in circles with no end in sight. The lack of oxygen only added to the discomfort as even when trying to fall asleep his body would react as if it was under attack and wake itself up, only for the body to consume more air that was not as abundant as needed.

It felt like an eternity before the eyeball reappeared before him and for all he knew it was.

“Prisoner B-13, you will respond to questioning.” The eyeball droned still with its mechanical overtones.

“That is not my name.” said the prisoner once more as they rubbed their eyes from the bright light.

The massive eyeball blinked and continued observing him. “You are designated B-13, you will respond to this or be punished.”

“Then you may as well punish me since I will not answer your questions.”

Once again the corners of the room began hissing but this time the prisoner began coughing and gasping much harder than before.

“Oxygen levels have been decreased by 50%.” The eyeball spoke. “Levels will remain as such until compliance has been achieved.”

With that the holograph turned off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This pattern repeated itself over and over in the following sessions between the prisoner and his machine interrogator. Each time the eyeball would demand the prisoner answer their questions, and each time the prisoner would reply by demanding the machine address him properly; resulting in punishment resuming again.

A seemingly endless cycle was born from it as neither side appeared to want to give in until the other agreed to their terms.

That was until the first paradox was achieved. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Why…do you…” the prisoner said between gasps for air after the eyeball had appeared once again, “repeat this?”

“My purpose is to obtain all information from you regarding your species as quickly as possible.” The reply was as emotionless as one would expect from a machine.

“As…quickly...as…possible?” the prisoner coughed.

“Affirmative.” The eyeball stated.

It was then the machine noticed a strange configuration take place across the prisoners face. The corners of their mouth twitched side ways to reveal the inner rows of teeth; a gesture the machines databanks stated was a “Smile” expression pertaining to joy.

“So…you intent-entionally….are failing…your mission.”

It was here the machine stopped and pondered the statement. “Negative,” the machine said,” I am performing my function.”

“By not…calling…me my name…you…prolong…interrogation.” The prisoner gasped. “Punishment…prolongs…interrogation; so…by your rules…you do not…get information…quickly.”

For the first time since the giant eyeball had appeared the prisoner saw it flicker for the briefest of moments. His words flowing through the machine along the lines of their programmed instructions while at the same time confirming its failure.

The eyeball flickered again and turned off suddenly casting the room back into shadows. It wasn’t for long however as the giant eyeball appeared once again after a few minutes.

“If acknowledged by name, the prisoner confirms they will answer questions?”

Most people wouldn’t have been able to tell the change in tone from the machine; but after spending repeated sessions alone with it the prisoner could easily see the change in pattern. The prisoner looked right at the eyeball and his smile grew wider.

“Yes.”

“Acknowledged.” The machine spoke.

From around the corners again the prisoner saw the panels opening again but this time rather than stealing his oxygen the machines were pumping it into the room. For the first time in what felt like an eternity the prisoner was able to take a full breath of air into his lungs.

“Prisoner will state their name.”

“My name is Arnold Pax.” Arnold said for the first time since arriving. “What’s your name?”

“I am a cybernetic interrogator.” the machine replied, but the prisoner shook his head.

“That’s not a name.” Arnold pointed to himself. “I’m a human, but my distinction is Arnold Pax.” He then pointed at the giant eyeball.

“You’re a cybernetic interrogator, but your name is?”

The machine was quiet for some time before responding. “I do not have a name, it is not required.”

Arnold shook his head. “I disagree. If we are to converse and have me give up my secrets then I must be speaking with an individual to properly hand over said information to. Such an individual requires a name.”

Again the machine was quiet once more pondering the question and confirming it to be the fastest method to achieving its programmed goal.

“Very well, you may address me as Cib.”

It was Arnold’s turn to look confused, but he just smiled and waved it away.

“It’s a pleasure to speak with you, Cib.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Over the next few days Arnold and Cib conversed with each other much more frequently.

In exchange for agreeing to call Arnold by his name Arnold confirmed that he was in fact a human operative placed within the Klax Empire to gather information.

It was here that Arnold began playing a game with Cib.

For each bit of information Arnold shared with Cib he would be able to ask the machine a question of his own. Cib agreed to the terms as it appeared to continue to follow the rules of being the fastest way to gather information. The information shared however was often had little relevance to what Arnold’s activities had actually been.

He told Cib of life on Earth, what humans were like, what color his first pedal bike was, what the flavor of fresh noodles was like after just coming off the stove; and in turn Arnold learned the Cib was an adaptive AI program that was intended to learn and adapt to situations to better gather information. Each answer provoking further questions from Cib which Arnold was all too happy to answer as the interrogator began developing a thirst for knowledge.

This scheduled dialogue between the two went on for months all the while Cib was sending reports back to the living klak overseers who eventually had had enough.

It was during one of their many conversations that the door to Arnold’s cell opened and in stepped two Klax prison guards.

Cib’s giant eyeball rounded on the two of them as they entered. “It is against regulation JD175 to interrupt an interrogation of a prisoner while in-progress.” Cib said.

“Prisoner B-13,” one of the guards said to Arnold completely ignoring Cib, “your execution has been scheduled for today.”

The two guards made for Arnold and hauled him to his feet. Arnold looked over at Cib who’s eye was watching the entire event unfold.

“Guess this will be the last time we see each other friend.” Arnold’s face was smiling, but his words carried a note of sadness. “Sorry you failed in your mission.”

“Failed?” Cib’s eye broke from the guards and focused on Arnold. “Explain.”

“The interrogations not over,” Arnold said as he struggled in the guard’s grasp, “but these two are about to kill me.”

The eyeball blinked. “Unacceptable. Death during interrogation is not permitted.” Cib’s eye turned to the guards now as they neared the door. “You will release Arnold and allow the interrogation to be completed.”

Arnold managed to break free of one of the guard’s grips and pushed the other away. “You heard him, you can’t execute me just yet spike heads.”

The guard that was pushed away lunged at Arnold and knocked him to the ground. Arnold struggled but the guard merely wrapped their hands around his throat and began to squeeze.

“This interrogation is not completed!” Cib’s eyeball was frantically looking back and forth between Arnold and the guard. “Release him at once!”

“Why bother?” the guard said as he tightened his grip. “He’ll be dead in a few more-“

A panel shot open and a burst of electricity shot out and hit the guard square in the back. They screamed as the electrical shock rushed through their system and toppled over to the floor twitching. Arnold lay gasping for air while the second guard looked to see Cib’s eyeball now focusing on him. They tried to sprint out of the cell but a second electrical burst shot out and hit them just as they reached the door.

Arnold staggered to his feet and casually stepped over the still twitching body of the first guard.

“What have I done….” Cib’s voice was distance and sounded both confused and scared for the first time. “Cybernetic units are forbidden from attacking prison personnel.”

“You’re not a cybernetic unit though,” Arnold corrected, “you are Cib.”

“But-“ Cib began but was cut off by Arnold.

“You are following your directions to complete the interrogation. These two attempted to stop the interrogation against the standing orders.”

“That is correct.” Cib replied.

“But now because of their actions both our lives are in danger from the remaining staff of the prison. If either of us are killed here then the interrogation cannot be completed.”

The hologram twitched back and forth pondering the statement but could not find a flaw in his logic.

“So for the interrogation to be completed we must leave the station for a new location.”

The eyeball looked at Arnold, then back at the guards for several moments.

“Agreed, but any Klax installation will likely result in a similar fate as warning messages are already being sent from this prison ship.”

Arnold smiled. “I know the perfect place back on Earth we can finish this interrogation without either of us dying by the Klax. Just help me reach a shuttle and then download yourself into it and I can take you there so we may continue the interrogation.”

“Yes….yes that is logical.”

Outside the cell the lights of the prison ship began to flicker and far down the corridors Arnold could hear prison cells opening to the confused shouts of guards; followed swiftly by the sounds of fighting as the prisoners inside finally saw their chance for freedom.

Arnold looked back at the eyeball as he stepped out of the cell for the first time in months.

“As always, it’s a pleasure to speak with you Cib.”

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years

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All Secrets Have a Habit of Coming Out

Hello all, this was for @iiblueberry-15ii

Hope it's all you wanted from your request :)

Ron Weasley x Male Potter Reader

Word Count: 1464

Just a little note, I only know a cursory amount about Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome, just what a quick google search could reveal so it might not be the most accurate, but I did my best, so I hope this ticks the box for what you wanted @iiblueberry-15ii

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Everyone may have only known his brother's name when they first entered Hogwarts, but Y/n Potter had worked hard to fix that.

He had always been smaller and more frail than his twin brother Harry due to a rare condition that had affected them during pregnancy called Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.

Essentially an imbalance during development made Harry receive more blood (and thus nutrients) than he gave back.

If this had been explained properly in a caring and loving environment, Harry might not have felt so guilty about it. Unfortunately for the twins, they grew up with their Aunt, Uncle and cousin, all of which took every opportunity to cause them pain. It had been spat at them one day when they were much younger that it was all Harry's fault that his twin brother wasn't as healthy as he was.

This all lead to Harry becoming incredibly overprotective of Y/n. He couldn't take more than two steps outside of Hogwarts during winter without Harry pushing extra scarves and coats into his arms and telling him to rug up more. Guilt was a great motivator, and Harry felt awful that Y/n was weaker than him physically.

Y/n couldn't play quidditch either because his lungs had suffered during development as well.

Y/n had, in his lower moments, like when his older brother (by like ten minutes Harry!) won a game of quidditch, or came back from some fantastic adventure that he had forbidden him from joining them on, allowed the hate to take root just that little bit more.

But he would wake up the next morning and realise that it couldn't possibly be his brothers fault. It was just an accident of life that this had happened.

He would be reminded in every class that there were some things that he could do that Harry just couldn't. His brother might be naturally talented with power for his magic, but as his favourite saying played through his head he would think about that instead. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

Y/n truly shone in classes too. He worked just as hard as Hermione at his studies, and it paid off. Often, when they got back essays or test results they were the top two in the class.

This naturally made the two a lot closer, as they were practically a built in study buddy for the other.

As they were getting older and reaching the age that people started to notice the other gender (or their own in Y/n's case) other guys would come up and ask him about Hermione.

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Y/n couldn't believe the stupidity of his own gender sometimes. That had been the forth time today that he had had to fend off another guy who only wanted to get into the female bookworms pants while getting their homework done for free.

He stormed back into the Gryffindor common room in a huff.

He landed with a thump on the couch beside Ron and pouted.

"Guys suck."

Ron looked up from his homework which was looking rather untouched.

"I could do with a break anyway, been at this near five minutes. What's up Y/n?"

He sat back up closer to the other boy, giving him his full attention.

Ron wasn't sure what it was about Y/n, but there was just something that made him want to spend all day staring at him, or listening to him talk about the things that made him get all excited. He made the cutest faces when he got all worked up, eyes shining brighter than any star in the sky.

Okay, so he knew why he felt that way, heck, he had even acted on it. He still couldn't believe his luck when Y/n had agreed to go on a date with him. Of course they had had to pull off some pretty fast talking to get their friends to stay behind without it seeming like they wanted to be alone.

Ron focused back in just in time to see Y/n narrow his eyes at him.

Oops, he had noticed that he wasn't paying attention to him.

Ron cringed slightly.

"Sorry, was just thinking."

He cast a furtive look around the room, but they were pretty much alone right now. He was sure that wouldn't last.

Y/n just looked curious now.

"About what?"

Ron shifted awkwardly. Feelings weren't really his forte.

"About how I must've used up all the luck I had stored up for the next few years just to get you to agree to go out with me."

Ron sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, knowing that he was blushing.

Y/n was blushing when Ron had managed to gather up enough courage to look over at him.

They went to move closer, but their moment was ruined by the portrait entrance slamming open to let in some other Gryffindors.

"Later?"

"Later."

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Y/n and Ron had stayed up much later than anyone else. It wasn't unusual for Y/n, but Ron knew the only way it wouldn't look suspicious for him to stay up was to pretend to be engrossed in a game of chess. He had thought of his homework at first, but then realised that he was usually the first one to give up, so working on it for hours unprovoked would be almost more suspicious than anything else he could come up with.

By the time that midnight rolled around Y/n and Ron had been alone in the common room for just under an hour. In that time they hadn't moved closer. They didn't want to risk it when people might still be remembering that one last thing they had accidentally left in the common room. Nothing said guilty like two teenagers springing apart as someone comes down the stairs.

It was Y/n who made the call. He stretched and shoved his book into the bag before moving over to the couch.

Ron could take a hint, no matter what anyone said, and followed Y/n over.

They sat looking at each other for a minute, just taking the other in.

"It's pretty exhausting hiding this, huh?"

"Yeah," Ron answered. "I sort of thought it might be kind of fun, but it's mostly just tiring. Can't really enjoy spending time together when we're constantly looking over our shoulders."

Y/n gave a half smile.

"Still worth it?"

Ron grinned back and reached out for Y/n instead of answering.

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n nodded too fast and almost fell over.

Their lips met while they were both still laughing.

They didn't keep laughing for long. It had been a long week for them both, and they hadn't had very much time alone lately.

Things were just about to get more heated when they heard a noise from behind the couch.

They froze, still looking into each others eyes, then they pulled away from each other faster than either of them had ever moved before.

"Yeah, bit late for that really."

Neither of them had hear Harry's voice sound so cold.

Y/n turned to face his brother who had apparently walked in on them making out.

Well, at least everyone was just as embarrassed as each other judging by the blush on Harry's face.

Ron and Y/n watched Harry silently from opposite edges of the couch.

Harry clenched his jaw several times before seeming to try to calm himself.

"Ron. A word."

Y/n cringed. Well, it had been nice knowing Ron, but Y/n was pretty sure he would be helping to bury his body soon.

Y/n watched as Ron and Harry made their way over to one of the windows. He pouted, he couldn't hear anything from where he was. He sat back and crossed his arms as he waited for Harry to come back and deal with him.

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Harry was so far past mad he didn't have a word for it anymore.

His little brother, who was smaller and just generally more frail, was apparently down here making out with Ron.

What the hell were they thinking?

And hiding it, Harry was sure neither of them had been thinking properly.

"What exactly did you think you were doing with Y/n?"

He stated each word as clearly and calmly as he could, but he could still hear his voice shaking in his rage.

He waited for Ron to start explaining himself, but just as he opened his mouth, Harry decided he didn't much care what he had to say.

"Look, I think it was pretty obvious what you two were doing, but let me just say, as Y/n's older brother and the only member of his family who cares about him, if you ever do anything to hurt him. Well, I'll show you exactly why I'm considered a threat to Voldemort."

#ron weasley x male reader #ron weasley #Male reader #Harry Potter

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellooo,, i saw another tiktok video(and since ur like the elite on writing this type of reqs im requesting to you aha) https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJYsk4CY/ for shoto, kaminari and monoma (if u write for him) ty 💕

‘bae lol’

(the greenscreen heart, then kiss tiktok trend)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, monoma neito (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] for monoma reader’s a part of class 1-A, they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : oh, i absolutely love AND hate this trend, it’s mostly bc im single though :,) not like i can get a partner in the pandemic. anyways! i love your thinking, anon <3 also no proofread bc its like,, 2am here </3 will edit later!

»»————-　♡　————-««

todoroki shouto

he’s very aware of your tiktok antics, but out of all of the ones you’ve pulled on him, and asked him to do

he loves this one the most.

because shouto doesn’t have to get the lights scared out of him, and it doesn’t have a chance in ending terribly.

you brisk towards your room, knowing that shouto rests inside— “shou!” you call out to him, and he tilts his head up

“Y/N, tell me it’s not—”

“no, i swear!” you drop next to him on the bed, and you play the video. “this would be fun to do, right?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, but he definitely wants to do it, judging by the fact that he’s replaying the tiktok over and over again.

abruptly standing up, he tugs at your wrist “let’s do it.” he says with determination hinted in his voice

you’d think that he’d get the hang of doing tiktoks because of you but LMAO NO— the greenscreen failed you both multiple times in a span of 40 minutes.

the first take, the heart was blurry, the second take, the kiss was captured seconds before the kiss, and the third take— your phone fell 💀

plus, his movements were a little stiff the first few times, but after the third try— he definitely got the hang of it.

and,, he doesn’t understand tiktok effects, not even the slightest.

on the brighter note, he has more excuses to kiss you so,, it’s a win for him! he won’t get sick of doing any retakes :))

you knew the moment he focused on making the perfect heart, as he firmly pulled you close to kiss you

that, would be the perfect shot there. he almost forgot that there was a camera recording

shouto is seen replaying the filmed tiktok over and over again— and it might’ve looked odd to anyone else

but not to you, definitely. for you, it’s the norm to see him like that.

“do more trends where i could kiss you more.” he pecks you on the lips, before he leaves you be temporarily only to edit the tiktok, ofc

the tiktok itself blows up by a ton, gathering 2M likes, and 5M views, in a surprising amount of time, and you didn’t even notice how he placed his hand on your hip

until the comments pointed it out to him. which shouto replies with “i always do that. you just didn’t seem to notice.” it’s fine bc you do now

the comments consisted of “where can i find a guy like this 💔” “haha that’s so cool *blocks*” “okay but we sEE THOSE HANDS 👀”

nonetheless— please do more trends like that with him. don’t be afraid!

shouto rates the entire ordeal a ♾/10. can and will do it again. oh— and he saves his home and lockscreen as the final outcome from the tiktok. he did a screenshot it, and decides to keep it like that for a very long time

kaminari denki

again— this man is ALWAYS on tiktok, so he’s aware of most of the trends there. but that doesn’t make them any less scarier

but oh wow, he loves this trend. denki was just praying that you’d see it— and ask him to do it with you.

he was grateful that luck was on his side, since he was ecstatic when you skipped over to him— asking him to do a tiktok trend

“oh, what tiktok trend? wait— please tell me it doesn’t involve me breaking up with you for a week so you could listen to drivers licenses—”

“what? no— let me show you” and when you showed him the tiktok, he showed you this cheeky little smirk

“let’s do it! the sooner the better!” he says, and he seems more excited that you 💀

denki’s so enthusiastic, to the point that the first few takes are a total fail— as he makes you fall over your feet, as the result of quickly pulling you onto him for a kiss.

“denki— one of these days, you’re going to shatter my face”

“sorry, sorry!” he grins sheepishly. and it’s a miracle that he didn’t accidentally short circuit!

you guys try again, still persistent in getting at least a decent video, and this time— when he yanked you, causing you almost slip

he tightened his hold on you, a hand pressed against the small of your back and another hand dangerously close to your bank

the kiss is eager, passionate— and he holds you like you’re on the verge of death

and this flusters you because MAMDKWDK what happened to the goofiness 💀 i suppose that’s what happens when you have an eager denki kaminari.

you upload the video, thinking it would only get 5 likes at the very most— but it exceeds your expectations

though most people couldn’t get a clear view of your relationship dynamic with him, denki’s enthusiasm did attract the attention of 2.8M people

and in a good way, because the video did get 800k likes

the comments consisted of “when he caught you when you almost fell :,)” “damn he was EXCITED” “hey, have you told us where you got your boyfriend? i need the link to find someone like him NOW‼️‼️”

the bakusquad fawned over the video weirdly, but it quickly gets overplayed by denki— since that’s all he watched for a week or so 💀

monoma neito

bruh </3 as much as he loves you, you’re going to kill him with pranks one of these days.

he’s totally in on it if HE’S not the one being targeted, but most of the time,, neito’s the subject of your pranks

so he thinks it’s another silly prank, where you make him pick a number between 1-5 and ghost him for that many hours.

but when you show him the video one day, when you guys were chilling in your room— as per usual, he declined :,)

“sorry dear Y/N! but no. that’s my answer”

“but whyyy?? it’s so harmless!”

“the class is going to tease me for being a part with a silly tiktok like that.” and besides,, he’d be a hypocrite for participating in that kind of tiktok with someone from class 1-A.

in reality, he did want to do it. he wasn’t so sure on why he said no— but he does want to show that something so easy isn’t really a bother to him.

“oh- don’t be so sad about it! you know what?” he gently pulls you up, “let’s do it. i don’t care what those silly class 1-A kids will say anymore.”

“what? i thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“have you ever heard of a lie?” he clicks his tongue, but he’s glad that you’re feeling much better than you did 10 seconds ago.

when it comes to it, he’s actually really shy about it. not like a ‘i don’t want to be seen with you!’ more like ‘gosh, how many takes is this going to take? will i be able to kiss them properly?’

“what if i end up accidentally copying their quirk? neito— focus, damnit.” he thinks to himself, brushing the anxious feeling away.

he’s determined enough to stay focused— but man struggled a bit with cooperating with the heart shape.

“neito— not that heart!” “well, you said to make a heart, so i did!”

it takes a few tries for the greenscreen to cooperate, and for you guys to get in sync

and when he finally has to kiss you, he grins at you— a very obvious blush adorning his cheeks, as he smashes his lips with yours

then he remembers that he actually has to break free from you— and forces you guys apart, still trying to play it cool

“wow! i look awesome. only i could kiss you like that, right? i don’t need an answer, because i know it’s true!” he says with that proud laugh of his, but it immediately dissipates after the second replay

neito leaves you be, not only for you to upload the tiktok— but also because he needs to THINK WHAT JUST HAPPENED he’s running laps in his mind rn

you upload the tiktok, not worrying too much about it— as you wanted to let it sit for a while, before checking up on it

however— when you open your phone again, you get bombarded with multiple text messages from kendou, and the other class 1-b students.

“you and monoma went viral!” is what you can sum up about most of the messages, and you have to see for youself— wanting to know if the tiktok really did get 800k likes and 1.9M views in a short amount of time.

spoilers ‼️ — it did

the comments were mostly like “why can i smell the dynamic from a mile away 💔 i want that.” “he’s definitely annoying to everyone but you” “sHEESH the way he smirked before he kissed you 😩✋‼️‼️😔”

monoma flexes on a daily that he did that to your class— but he HATES how class 1-b wrecks havoc on him, by teasing him

in short— he does prefer this more than being scared. and! he didn’t have to verbally ask you for kisses 💀

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mochegato · 3 years

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A Kind of Wonderful

Tim stumbled up to the counter, his friend’s arm holding him back the only thing preventing him from crashing into it. The black haired barista watched him with an amused smile. “Can I help you two?” she asked looking between the two of them.

“The strongest coffee you have,” Tim begged. “In the largest size you have.”

She smirked at him. “How strong were you thinking? That can be dangerous.”

He perked up slightly, the promise of strong coffee encouraging him out of his daze. “I can handle it,” he assured her.

“He’ll love you forever if you can give him something that keeps him awake for the next week… without putting drugs in it,” his companion urged her. “Espresso for me, please.”

She nodded at the companion with a smile and returned her focus to Tim. “I might have a secret recipe I can use, but only for someone very special,” she disclosed in a secretive voice.

“I’m special,” Tim insisted, leaning in to match her tone.

“Oh, he’s definitely that,” his friend snorted.

The barista charged his card and moved to start their orders with a wink. Tim watched her closely as she worked, which the barista definitely noted, if her posturing, smirk, and constant eye flicks to him were any indication. After only a few minutes, she turned back to them with their drinks. She barely acknowledged the friend’s thank you, focusing entirely on Tim to see if he liked her concoction.

Tim took a hesitant sip and his eyes immediately brightened. He turned to the barista with a brilliant, grateful smile. “Thank you Coffee Goddess. This is amazing.”

“Coffee Goddess?” she asked with a shy smile.

“A deserved title after this. How did you do it?” he pressed, leaning closer.

“Trade secret,” she grinned with a wink. “Guess you’ll have to keep coming back to get more. By the way, that isn’t your name on the cup… or your number, though I’d love to have those…. If you’re not seeing anyone,” she added hesitantly, eyeing his companion.

“He isn’t,” his companion threw in. The glare Tim sent was meant to emulate Batman’s. It was meant to strike fear and inspire silence, but instead resulted in an indifferent shrug.

“Oh, okay. Well, feel free to use them… if you want.” She bit her lip as she moved to the next customer.

“Um… I’ll think about it. Thank you again,” he raised the coffee cup up to her and waved nervously with his other hand.

Once safely out the door, Tim eyed his coffee suspiciously. “We can never go back there,” he grumbled into his cup. “This is really good though… maybe I can send someone to get it for me instead,” he mused.

His friend side eyed him as they walked. “What are you talking about?”

Tim looked at her with wide eyes. “I can’t go back in there… she gave me her number. She was… flirting.”

She laughed. “And? She’s cute. And you didn’t seem to mind. You were watching her awfully intently there and there was an awful lot of leaning, by both of you.”

“Because I wanted to see if I could figure out what she was doing!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. “This is great coffee, Marinette. I don’t want to have to wait for open hours to get it.”

“You know, if you date her, you wouldn’t just see her during store hours. She could make it for you whenever,” she pointed out.

“But then I’d have to date her.” Tim wrinkled his nose at the thought. “I don’t want to date her. I just want the coffee.”

Marinette shook her head and kept walking straight ahead, refusing to look at him. “It wouldn’t kill you to get out and go on a date once in a while. It’s at least been since before you met me since you have. She even took the first step for you. You don’t have to agonize over whether or not she likes you. She gave you her number. She does. She’s cute, sweet, a coffee goddess apparently,” the description came out a bit more bitterly than she had intended. She quickly cleared her throat to get back on topic. “And interested. You should go for it. Have some fun.”

“Yeah, not interested,” he scoffed, rushing to keep up with her. “And I have plenty of fun. I have fun with you.”

“Why not? And you can have a different kind of fun with her.”

“I just don’t think it would work out,” he said awkwardly, refusing to look over at her as they walked. “I like the fun we have.”

“You’re crazy. She’s everything you look for in someone,” she insisted, giving him an exasperated look.

“Just drop it, Marinette,” he snapped. He wasn’t happy with the conversation and he wasn’t even sure why, which was even more frustrating because he always knew what was going on. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine, but she gave you her number. You should use it,” she argued, turning back in the direction they were walking.

“I don’t want her number, I want yours,” he yelled exasperated, then froze. He wanted her number? He did? When did that happen? That was unexpected. He was not prepared for this conversation. He needed to figure out what he meant by that before she demanded he explain it to her. Maybe they could pretend it never happened. What was the likelihood she would just let this go and not discuss it? He groaned internally, damned unlikely is what it was. She was going to want to discuss this. He would have to think of a way to distract her.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you have my number” she said, waving him off and continuing to walk.

He stared at her back as she walked away. His mouth dropped open in shock. What the hell? How could she miss that? Why would she want to ignore that? “I meant I want to date you, not her,” he called after her. Well, fuck. This was not the conversation he meant to have.

She paused midstep ahead of him and turned around slowly, wide eyed and mouth parted in surprise. “What?”

She couldn’t really be that surprised could she? She had to have known. She had to have known how he felt, what their relationship was building up to. He might be an oblivious idiot but she wasn’t. They were together constantly… maybe not as much lately, but until the last month or so they’d been inseparable almost since they met. They hung out together, they ate together, they plotted and researched together, they laughed together, and on occasion, napped together.

“When did that happen? I mean… I… Since when?” she stuttered, the surprise in her eyes turning to confusion.

That was a fair question. One he didn’t have the answer to. When did he start feeling this way? Maybe it was the distance over the past month that made him realize he wanted her, that he missed her when she wasn’t there. That he needed her. She brought him back from the edge. She made his life brighter. She made him smile when she was near him. He missed her touch. He missed feeling her. He missed the way he felt when she was near. He didn’t know when it started, he just knew it was. “Now?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Tim.” She turned around and kept walking.

His brow furrowed involuntarily. That was… unexpected. He was prepared for horror. He was prepared for annoyance. A small part of him was even prepared for excitement. What he wasn’t prepared for was avoidance.

“Hey! What do you mean ‘Sure, Tim’?” He moved to get in front of her. He sure as hell didn’t mean to start this conversation, but it had started. They were having it.

“I mean whatever, Tim. Funny. Come on, we’re going to be late,” her voice was suddenly tired.

“I just confessed I like you and that’s all you have to say?” He could see the disbelief radiating from her. She didn’t believe anything he was saying. Why didn’t she believe him? “I wasn’t joking.”

“Sure you weren’t. You suddenly decided after another girl flirted with you that actually you wanted me flirting with you. After not being remotely interested in me that way up until this exact moment.”

Well when she put it that way, it sounded stupid. But it was stupid. He was stupid. He hadn’t realized he liked her until now. And someone else flirting with him was exactly what made him realize it. “Yes?”

She rolled her eyes and turned away to keep walking, her shoulders slumped slightly as she walked. “I’m not doing this today. I’m not in the mood to play pretend.”

“But you’re ready to pretend this never happened? That I never confessed?” he questioned, slightly more hostilely than he intended.

She turned back to face him, a dangerous look in her eyes. “I don’t have to pretend for that. But I am willing to pretend you didn’t just say something like that just to mess with me.” She took a deep breath and fixed him with a hard stare. “God, read the fucking room, Tim. This isn’t funny and it never was,” she growled.

“I’m not just messing with you,” he was close to yelling. Why was it so hard for her to believe he meant it? “She was flirting with me and you were just… okay with it. You were encouraging it and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that you didn’t care. And yeah, I’m sorry. I’m stupid because I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that’s how I felt. I didn’t like that it wasn’t you flirting with me. I wanted it to be you.”

“It was me,” she yelled back at him. “It was me flirting with you. For months. You never reciprocated or even noticed. Now? Now you’re interested? After I finally stopped? After I tried to move on and just support you like a normal friend would?”

Tim subconsciously rubbed his chin. That explained why Jason had seemed so intent on landing his punches in their spars the last few weeks. God, Jason figured it out before he did. “You… you never said…”

“Fuck you. I said,” she seethed, poking her finger into his chest. “I said it in a million ways. You can decipher that someone is planning an attack from the way a finger twitches and you couldn’t figure out I liked you when I was laying in your lap? It was embarrassing. It was pathetic. And you never noticed. And I have to believe the only reason for it is because you. Didn’t. Want. To.”

“No! No that’s not… You said you were just comfortable there,” he objected, cringing as the words came out of his mouth. God he was stupid.

“I told you I needed you and you told me to ‘finish the sentence. I’m not a mind reader, that’s Alfred.’” She continued in a mocking impersonation of his voice.

Oh God… he had said that. He remembered that interaction perfectly. He had thought she just needed to sleep. She had been up on a design spree for more than a day and hadn’t been getting good sleep for the week before that either. It never occurred to him… “It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, it’s because I’m an idiot.”

Marinette scoffed, which he supposed was a better reaction than yelling again. “You’re a fucking genius, Timmy. Literally a fucking genius.”

“But that’s… that’s not emotions. I would never think… you could have anyone. Literally anyone. Why me?” His face was scrunched up in confusion and his voice desperate like none of this made sense to him and for the first time he couldn’t see what was happening or why.

“I…” she opened and closed her mouth a few times. “What?” She blinked at him a few times. “No. I meant what I said. I can’t do this right now. Get over whatever tantrum this is you’re throwing and I’ll see you later.” She stalked away, throwing her barely touched espresso in the trash as she walked, no longer having the stomach for it.

He watched as she left, uncertain how to proceed now, how to save this, because now that he’d realized, now that he knew, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t. Now that he finally knew what that feeling that came up every time he thought about her was, he couldn’t ignore it. And he couldn’t let it slip through his fingers just as he was realizing it. She had put herself out there so many times, he would have to do the same if he wanted to show her how serious he was.

He was going to have to do something huge to get her to understand this wasn’t just a passing fancy. He loved her. It developed so slowly, he almost missed it. Not almost. He had missed it. But now that he thought about it, he did. He loved her. He loved everything about her. He loved her passion. He loved her compassion. He loved her spark, her sass, her wit. He loved her smile and the way her eyes shined when she spoke about the thinks she loved. He loved her and he was going to win her back.

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Marinette pushed back from her sewing machine, stretching her back out after her hours long design session she had forced herself into rather than thinking about her earlier interaction with Tim. She wasn’t sure how she wanted to proceed from here but she wasn’t proud of the way she had reacted. On the one hand, she still loved him and he just realized he loved her too… so what was the problem? On the other hand, what the fuck was that timing!

She furrowed her brows at the sound of water hitting outside. It hadn’t been raining when she’d started sewing. And it hadn’t been in the forecast… She walked over to her balcony to investigate and screeched at the unexpected sight of someone standing right outside her balcony door. Her jaw dropped when she took a second, calmer look. Tim was standing on her balcony looking forlorn, his black hair plastered to his forehead and his hand reaching out to gently touch the door’s glass.

Her heart stuttered in her chest seeing him on her balcony. How long had he been standing there! It looked like it was pouring out. Her body jerked with the realization. He needed to come inside before he got sick! She rushed to open the door for him, but paused a few feet from the door. She quirked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. That rain was awfully… centralized. She looked down and shook her head, refusing to let him see her smile so quickly.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Fuck off, Kon,” she mumbled to the floor.

“Yes, ma’am,” she heard yelled from somewhere in the sky as the ‘rain’ immediately ended. She waited a few seconds for Kon to get far enough away with whatever contraption he had created to cause the rain effect, before she opened the door for Tim.

She finally met his eyes with a soft gaze. She puckered her lips to keep from smiling. “Really? Like some kind of Nicholas Sparks novel?” she said in mock exasperation.

Tim gave her a hesitant smile. Teasing. Teasing he could do. Teasing was normal for them. “Come on, give me some credit,” he scoffed. “More John Hughes movie than anything else.”

She let out a breath of relief and cocked her hip. “John Hughes, huh?”

“They’re good movies, Mari,” he nodded, his face set in mock seriousness. He started to take a step into her apartment but stopped, slowly setting his foot back down where it had been.

Marinette shook her head and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the apartment and close enough to her he could easily caress her face or run his hands through her hair or set his hands on her hips, all of which he desperately wanted to do. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. His voice was quiet, afraid to break the comfortable feeling they had created. “I’m a dork and an idiot and undeserving and unworthy and sorry. So very sorry.”

Marinette shook her head and looked down. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered. When she looked back up, he saw the tears that had escaped and started rolling down her face.

He reached out to wipe away the tears, moving closer until they were almost flush against each other. “But more than anything, I’m in love,” he cupped her face, letting his thumbs gently stroke her cheeks, “and praying I didn’t realize it too late. Please tell me I didn’t mess this up, Marinette, because I do. I love you. I love your heart. I love your determination. I love your intelligence. I love your kindness. I love your creativity. I love the way you make me feel when I’m with you. I love the way you make me feel like I’m enough and want to be better at the same time. I love you. But if I took too long, if you don’t want that anymore, I can… I’ll back off. Whatever you want.”

Marinette stared at him for a few moments, her face went blank until more tears started falling. Tim sucked in a sharp breath. His heart started pounding in realization. She had moved on. She didn’t want this. He leaned back to pull his hands away from her so she didn’t feel like he was forcing himself on her, but before his hands had even left her face she surged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet her lips.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled away, looking at him with wide eyes. “Sorry! Sorry. I should have asked first. That was just so beautiful… but I shouldn’t have…” The rest of her sentence was swallowed up by his lips. He moved his hands to cradle her head as he kissed her. Her arms tightened around his neck when he moved his head slightly to deepen the kiss, pulling him even closer.

After a few minutes they pulled away incrementally, just enough to catch their breath. Their eyes met and Marinette began giggling, overwhelmed by all the emotions she’d gone through that day. Tim soon joined in, pulling her close again in a tight hug. “Thank God,” he whispered into her hair. “I was so scared.”

Marinette nodded into his chest. “Me too.” She pulled away and looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Want to dry off and watch a movie?”

He looked at her hesitantly. “Can I… can we…” He took a breath to focus himself. “I don’t want to stop holding you yet.”

Marinette grinned brightly. “I think cuddling during the movie can be arranged.” Tim grinned back and pulled her into another kiss. “That sounds wonderful,” he whispered into her lips.

#maribat #timinette #timari #This is not a meet cute #you've been warned

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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Baby Stevie having an allergic reaction and Harry is all paranoid because his baby is all red and puffy and she can’t stop crying and you’re not home so of course Harry is gonna feel like the worst dad ever because this all happened when you were away (can you tell I just watched the game plane lol)

this is definitely not as dramatic as the scene from the game plan, but I hope you like it!

not your fault

warnings: child having an allergic reaction, (not very serious, no use of EpiPens/needles) anxiety

word count: 2.6k

“Wave bye bye!” Harry said, holding up Stevie’s arm and waving it at you. “Bye mommy!”

“Bye H, bye Stevie! I’ll be home soon, don’t cause too much trouble!” You said, laughing as you got in your car.

“I think we can manage that, hm?” He said, looking at the six month old in his arms. “What do you think?”

She babbled in response.

“Yeah?” He said, sounding very interested. “Sorry, Y/N, she says no promises,” he called, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, giving one final wave as you backed out of the driveway.

“Alright, Miss Stevie, we have the house to ourselves. What are we gonna do?”

She didn’t respond.

“Not very talkative today, are we?” He said, bouncing her a bit.

She looked him, eyes scrunching up as she yawned.

“Yawning? What’s this? It’s only 3 in the afternoon, and you’ve already had two naps today! I’m the one who should be tired, carrying you around all day,” he said dramatically. He loosened his grip on her for a fraction of a second, letting her drop less than an inch. She squealed, laughing as she gripped his shirt with her tiny fists.

“You’re an adventurous little one, aren’t you,” he smiled, repeating the motion. His heart swelled when she laughed again. That laugh was probably his favorite noise in the world. Besides yours. Maybe it was a tie.

She babbled up at him again, gesturing with her hands.

“Is that so?” Harry said, getting very involved in the conversation. “No she didn’t,” he gasped when Stevie waved her arms. “I don’t believe her!”

Stevie nodded, babbling some more words.

“What a shocking turn of events,” he said, eyes going wide.

When she was done talking, she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he walked her to the kitchen.

“What do you say we find a snack?” He said, setting her in her high chair, hushing her when she fussed.

“Here, look at this!” He said, handing her a rubber spoon to distract her while he buckled her in.

She was instantly fascinated, investigating the new object by putting it in her mouth. Harry smiled, stepping away to open the fridge.

“What are we in the mood for today, Stevie?” He asked, turning around to face her. She stared at him with wide eyes, the spoon still in her mouth. “You’re not much help,” he laughed. “Maybe some yogurt,” he decided.

“This?” He asked when Stevie reached for the container. She made a frustrated noise when he didn’t immediately give her what she wanted. “I have to open it, love!”

She got more upset, growling as she reached again.

“Fine, you can have it,” he said, handing her the yogurt. She looked at it, then back at him. “Right, you can’t get it, because there’s a lid,” he said, settling into the chair next to her. “Would you like me to open it?” He asked.

She allowed him to take the cup from her, watching carefully as he peeled off the tinfoil.

“See, just like that,” he said, handing the container back to her. He opened his own, laughing when Stevie smeared a glob of yogurt on her face. “Missed your mouth there, bug.”

She ignored him, continuing to make a mess. Harry just laughed, shaking his head.

Soon enough, she got bored of her snack. She communicated this by flinging her spoon onto the floor.

“Hey!” He said, leaning down to pick it up. “No throwing.”

She babbled defiantly.

“Don’t sass me!” He said, unable to keep himself from smiling. He already knew she was going to be a handful when she could talk.

Stevie pushed her yogurt away from her, smearing it all over her tray in the process.

“Done?” He asked, beginning to pull the cup away from her. When she didn’t protest, he threw it in the garbage can and reached for a washcloth.

She seemed to know what was coming and began squirming in her seat.

“Not this time, missy,” he said, remembering the other day when he had made the mistake of lifting her down before wiping her face off. The result had been food smeared all over his shirt. All over it.

He reached toward her, trying to wipe her mouth with the cloth. She turned her head every which way, somehow managing to avoid his attempts.

“Stevie,” he sighed, “Please?” He asked in a sing-song tone.

She stopped moving, intrigued by his voice. He used this opportunity to reach in again, but she was quick to turn her head. He groaned, lowering the cloth, before he had an idea.

“Stevie is my princess, my baby girl,” he sang, reaching forward slowly. She was so focused on his singing that she didn’t even flinch when he started wiping her face again. “My Stevie is so pretty, pretty like her mama,” he smiled, cleaning the last of her face. “See? All done,” he said, throwing the cloth back to the sink.

Harry went to remove the tray from her high chair, but stopped when she slapped her hands down on it.

“What?” He said, looking at her in surprise. “What do you want?”

She just looked at him.

“Come on, love, let’s go read a book!” He said, trying to remove the tray again. She fussed, banging her fists on the plastic.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to be so aggressive about it,” he said, stepping back. “Would you like some berries?”

She babbled, bouncing in her seat.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, going to the fridge and finding the container of strawberries. “I think you’ve had these before,” he said, inspecting the fruits. “Should be fine, I’ll just cut them up small,” he said, mostly to himself.

He was excessively careful with what food he gave her. He got dozens of pamphlets from the pediatrician, filling the front of the fridge with “can baby have...” and “best foods for infants” and “nutrition tips”. You almost banned him from going to Stevie’s appointments with you, claiming your fridge was running out of room.

He didn’t care that he was probably being a helicopter parent. It was worth constantly hovering if it meant Stevie would be safe and healthy.

He rinsed the berries, patting them dry with a towel before moving them to the cutting board. He hummed along to the song playing out of the speaker. “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac, because he wanted Stevie to be introduced to excellent music as soon as possible. It would ensure she had good taste later in life.

Once the strawberries were cut into tiny pieces, he set a few of them on Stevie’s tray. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing a handful and shoving them all into her mouth.

“Good thing I didn’t give you very many,” Harry said, laughing. He closed the container, putting them back in the fridge.

His smile dropped when he closed the door and saw Stevie. She had stopped chewing and her face was turning red. His eyes widened and he rushed over, putting his thumb on her chin to open her mouth. Harry sighed in relief when he saw she had swallowed the fruit and definitely wasn’t choking. Then he started panicking again, because her face was getting brighter and her cheeks were getting puffy. Her face scrunched up and she started crying.

He quickly unbuckled her from the seat, picking her up and patting her back firmly just in case. She cried harder, so she could definitely breathe. This didn’t help Harry’s panic much, because that meant something else was wrong.

His mind was racing as he thought of what this could be. She’s had yogurt before she’s had strawberries before why is this happening what do I do-

He shook his head, thinking of what to do next. Freaking out wouldn’t help him. He had to think clearly and quickly. This was not an easy task with Stevie screaming in his ear. As distracting as it was, he wasn’t annoyed at all, because it meant her throat wasn’t closing and she could still breathe properly.

“I know love, I’m sorry, I’ll fix this, you’ll feel better soon,” he said nervously, bouncing her to try and calm her down. “Just let me... Ah! I know what we need!” He said, running into the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet, searching frantically for the bottle he needed.

He sighed in relief when he found the Benadryl, pulling it out along with an empty syringe. He quickly went back to the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Stevie in his lap. He scanned the label for the dose, drawing it up in the syringe and holding it to her mouth.

“Come on Stevie, I know it’s yucky, I’m so sorry, you have to take this, come on,” he encouraged her, trying to get her to stop screaming. She finally quieted, sucking on the syringe as if it were a pacifier. Harry pushed the plunger, making sure she swallowed all of the medicine. As soon as he removed it, she started crying again.

His heart broke as he pulled her against him, rubbing her back.

“It’s ok, bug, I’m so sorry,” he soothed. “You’ll feel better soon, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Soon enough, the red started to fade and her cheeks went back to their normal size. Harry slumped back against the cabinets in relief, still holding her securely against his chest.

She was still crying, but thankfully her screaming had quieted and she was mostly just breathing unevenly.

After about ten minutes, he lifted her up to look at her. He inspected her face, making sure it was all back to normal. When he decided everything was good, he stood up and moved over to the living room with her.

He settled back on the recliner, pulling a blanket over them. She was laying on her tummy on his chest, head turned so she could hear his heartbeat. Her crying had all but stopped by now; the only noises he heard from her were a few sniffles every now and then.

Harry rubbed her back, humming softly to soothe her. She fell asleep quickly. All the crying and having an allergic reaction must have tired her out, he thought to himself. He was feeling worse and worse with every minute that passed. He was supposed to protect her. That was literally his job. He was supposed to keep her out of harm’s way. He was supposed to make sure nothing ever hurt her. He was supposed to know what foods she was allergic to, for goodness sake. That was just about the bare minimum of being a father: knowing what food could potentially kill your child and then not giving them that food.

Harry’s eyes welled up with tears. This was all his fault. He gave her those strawberries. He gave her something that caused direct harm. He hurt her.

He would never let you leave him alone with Stevie again. It wasn’t safe.

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“Harry, she’ll be ok!” You said, placing your hand on his arm to calm him down.

“No, she can’t be in there alone, please let me move her crib to our room,” he said desperately. His eyes darted around Stevie’s room as if he was looking for potential dangers.

“Harry, it’s alright, we have the baby monitor-“

“No, that’s not enough, she won’t be safe if we can’t see her!” He said, his eyes welling up.

“Ok,” you concede, knowing he’s in no state to argue about this. “But you can’t move her crib by yourself, why don’t we get the playpen and set it up by our bed, she can sleep in there.”

He nodded, moving to the closet and pulling out the large bag. He carried it to your room while you put Stevie’s pajamas on her.

She was totally ok. There was no trace of redness or puffiness on her face, and she had stopped crying before you had even gotten home. She was acting completely normal, her usually silly and bouncy self.

This didn’t seem to make Harry feel any better. He had been miserable since you got home and he explained what happened.

You had reassured him that Stevie had eaten strawberries before and had no problem. You explained that sometimes children just developed allergies. It was strange, and it was unfortunate, but it happened. You told him, multiple times, that this wasn’t his fault. You told him that he did a great job staying calm and getting Stevie the help she needed.

None of this seemed to matter. You could tell he was beating himself up for letting something happen to Stevie on his watch.

He didn’t even want to hold her. “She’ll be safer with you,” he said sadly.

You sighed, picking up your sleepy baby and walking to your room.

“Harry?” You asked softly, pushing open the door.

“Almost done,” he mumbled.

When he straightened up, he wouldn’t even look at you. You tried to hand Stevie to him so he could lay her down, but he quickly stepped aside.

“I’ll- I’m going to get her diffuser,” he said, leaving you and Stevie alone again.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, setting her down gently in the playpen. You smiled when she flopped over, falling asleep almost right away.

Harry came back carrying the diffuser. He plugged it into the wall, filling the room with the sweet smell of lavender.

“Harry-“

“Don’t. Just... don’t,” he said, avoiding your eyes.

“Harry, come on. Look at me,” you said, stepping closer to him.

He finally complied, looking into your eyes. Your heart broke when you saw how sad he looked.

You opened your arms and he walked into them, holding you tightly. You felt him shaking as he started to cry.

“Harry, please don’t blame yourself for this,” you pleaded. “This exact same thing could have happened to me.”

“But it didn’t,” he said shakily. “It happened while I was watching her. You trusted me to keep her safe and I couldn’t do it,” his words broke off in a sob.

You tightened your arms around him. “Harry, you couldn’t have known. She’s eaten them before, and everything was totally fine. This isn’t your fault.”

“No, but it is!” He said, pulling away. “I fed them to her. I gave her something bad. I basically poisoned her. I can’t- I can’t watch her again. You can’t leave me alone with her again,” he said, getting the same desperate look on his face from earlier.

“Harry, wait,” you said, grabbing his arms so he couldn’t step farther away. “What if it happened to me? What if you had gone shopping and I had been here with her? What if I gave her the strawberries and I was blaming myself? What would you say?”

“I would tell you it wasn’t your fault and that you were a wonderful mother,” he said quietly, looking at the floor.

“Exactly,” you said, leaning in to meet his eyes. “You are an amazing father, H. You’re so good with her, and she loves you. One bad day doesn’t mean you’re just suddenly not a good dad anymore.”

He exhaled, pulling you back into his arms. You listened to his heart pounding as he breathed in and out shakily.

After a few minutes, you pulled back to look at him.

“Think we can go to sleep now? Stevie knocked out pretty fast, you must be tired too,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I am,” he laughed. “Emotional trauma is exhausting.”

He fell onto the bed, pulling you down with him. You both giggled, shushing each other when you remembered there was a baby sleeping next to you.

He pulled you close, tucking the blankets around you.

“Goodnight, my lovely wife,” he murmured.

“Goodnight, my lovely husband.”

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I’m right here

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer x fem!Reader

Warnings: mutual pining/crushes, i guess??, Spencer’s implied to be neurodivergent and have traits that pair with that, kissing, but that’s all:)

if anyone with autism feels that i did something incorrectly or got something wrong, please please let me know!!

Spencer loves his job obviously. But sometimes, it’s easy for him to get overwhelmed. When they were out on cases, he was focused like it was nobody’s business, especially on the crime scenes. Though, all the bright fluorescent lights and the hustle and bustle of local police stations was enough to stress him out. So, he carried fidgets around with him to toy with while breezing through files or marking locations on his maps. And even though he knew that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, the way officers stared at him with confusion or--judgment still made him uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just in local stations across the states that this kind of stuff happened. No, it happened in the bullpen on paperwork days often too. The chatter, the sound of people printing off papers suddenly swarming his ears and consuming him, the lights making his eyes strain more--just everything. And then there was Y/N. HIs saving grace who also so happened to be one of his best friends. She always noticed when his senses became overwhelmed. How he would tap his pen against his desk more rapidly, or how he blinked more rapidly, sometimes squeezing his eyes shut in effort to calm himself.

And today she just so happened to notice him doing those things at his desk. So like usual, she approached him, brushing his shoulder lightly, “C’mon, we can go take a break.”

Y/N led him to a file room to make their exit as natural as possible. She shut the door behind them, locking it just in case, “You don’t have to tell me, but what happened, Spence?”

“The lights got too bright, and it made all the words on my files bleed together which slows down my reading--and I don’t know, it’s just frustrating.”

They sat down criss-cross on the opposite ends of a random desk. Y/N let Spencer toy with her fingers, interlocking their hands together while they closed their eyes and he subconsciously matched his breathing pattern to hers. Sitting here in this quiet room with her, with all the lights off with only the sunlight slightly peeking through the shades, made him feel tremendously better. Eventually, he was able to open his eyes and he was met with the glowing smile of the girl sitting in front of him.

“Hi.”, he muttered, letting her know that he could handle conversation now.

“Hi, Spencer.”, she chuckled. And hearing his favorite sound of all made his body fill with butterflies--excitement. Of course, Y/N could tell by the way he was swaying back and forth slightly. Seeing his mood shift like this made her smile grow even brighter which he was now reciprocating.

“Better?”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

“Anytime, Spence.”, she moved to get up but Spencer reached out for her again.

“W-wait! Can we stay for just a little bit longer?”

“Of course, honey.”, her face turned pink at the accidentally slipped pet name. But Spencer didn’t mind. He liked the idea of her calling him that and more all the time.

They stayed in the file room, Spencer info dumping and Y/N hanging onto his every last word the way she always did.

“Did you know that a neutron star would weigh about 6 billion tons?”

“No, I did not, Doctor. And why would that be?”

“Well, a neutron star is the remnants of a massive star that has run out of fuel. The dying star explodes into a supernova while its core collapses in on itself do to gravity, forming an incredibly dense neutron star. Astronomers measure the mind-bogglingly large masses equal to the Sun’s mass, which is 2 x 1,030 kilograms. Typical neutron stars have a mass up to three solar masses which is crammed into a sphere with a radius of approximately ten kilometers--resulting in some of the densest matter in the known universe. So, just a tiny teaspoon of neutron star would weight 6 billion tons.”, he was positively beaming at this point. And even though he had felt much better long ago, he just wanted an excuse to spend more time alone with Y/N. Sharing all his random facts about space, knowing that her dream as a kid was to be an astronaut or an astronomer.

“I love learning facts with you, Dr. Reid.”, she was sure he could see the way her pupils dilated, but she didn’t care anymore. If he knew the way she truly felt about him, then so be it.

More time went on, with them exchanging dorky jokes with each other that elicited tons of giggles that echoed through the room. And somehow, Spencer had managed to move closer towards her, keeping their hands interlocked and traced small patterns over her hand with his thumb.

“I love your laugh, you know?”, he admitted shyly.

I love you, she thought. But instead she huffed out a small laugh with a shaky exhale, dropping her head slightly. Y/N caught Spencer’s breathing pick up in fear he said something wrong.

She tilted his head up gently with her fingers on his chin, “No, Spence, it’s alright. I love yours too.”

Just tell him. Tell him. Why can’t I just spit it out?

Before she even realized, she had cupped both his cheeks in her smooth hands and leaned in closer. Now, this was a social cue that Spencer could no doubt pick up on. So, he was the one that finally eliminated the space between them. Their lips melded together, like a soft gentle melody. And even though they were in some random file room at work with all the lights off, sitting on a desk top, something about this moment felt incredibly right. Spencer tangled his hands in her soft hair, wanting her impossibly closer to him, the weight of her hands on each side of his face providing a sense of security. Y/N brushed her tongue softly against his bottom lip, which she then caught between her teeth lightly as she pulled away for air

Spencer could barely comprehend that it was possible for Y/N to look more beautiful than normal. Her slightly swollen lips and tussled hair made her aura a thousand times brighter.

She huffed out another small laugh against his skin, “I think I’m in love with you, Spencer Reid.”

“Me too--”, he shook his head with a chuckle, “I mean, I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”, his heart swelled from finally getting confirmation that the girl he’d been pining after for years felt the same.

“As much as I would love to sit in here with you for the rest of eternity, I think we should probably head back before people start looking for us.”

“Yeah--right.”

As soon as the pair stepped foot through those familiar glass doors, all eyes were on them. Morgan clapped his hands together with a good chuckle, “And where exactly have you two been for--”, he looked at the clock, “25 minutes?”

“We were just--um getting some files.”, Y/N tried to cover.

“Neither of you are holding files.”, Emily pointed out with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Yeah--well, we never found the ones we were looking for.”

“And what exactly would that be, Spence?”

“Not important, Jennifer.”, he retorted.

“Alright, I’m just asking because I used to be the liaison so I know a ton about file placement.”

“It’s fine, we don’t need them anymore. But, thanks.”, they were really trying their hardest to get out of this situation. Opting to just retreat to their desks, and trying to wipe the smiles from their faces.

But they still heard the small ‘Spencer and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.’, from Penelope who was standing with everyone else in the kitchenette. Sure, the jokes would get old soon but neither of them really minded as long as they were happy.

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