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Animation

Reinvention in story telling

Three Blind Mice, Epic/Historical, Space Age (1957-present)

Week 3, 22-28/04/24

Monday

Did a zine workshop during the morning, I made a sad little zine with some bits of rough potential visuals for the project.

I then jumped straight into creating concept art and trying to figure out how to combine natural cave formations with architectural features. What I ended up doing that day was creating this rough pencil of some stalagmites and drawing arches and doorways on top of it.

Using this as a starting point I went off and photocopied it a few times, which I then cut up and collaged together on a page to gain a rough idea of what this metropolis could look like.

This is what I ended up with. I love how the buttresses came out but the perspective of the piece looks completely wrong, making it look cluttered without purpose. I tried colouring parts blue and pink to separate it a small bit, but I think the main issue is that all of the structures are the same size even at a distance, in future I'll have to make the ones in the back larger and more hazy looking whereas the ones in front smaller and more detailed. This was just an experiment so its not too important.

Later that evening I did a colour study of scenes from Akira to develop my understanding of cel shading, I also watched a few videos on the production of Akira. It ended up being very useful and I found myself very surprised with Akira's colour palette. I quite literally colour dropped the colours from the scenes and and did rough drawings of the scenes using them, I was really surprised to see that the colour I dropped was the same as the one in the scene. It was absolutely fascinating.

Tuesday

I further looked into combining architecture with cave structures by doing a quick study on Antoni Gaudi's building designs and did a study on different stalagmites.

Looking at Gaudi's designs was interesting as he uses lots of organic shapes that almost look like they're melting in a way, and in other works like the Sagrada Familia he has lots of towers with unique features.

I tried combining these features to the stalagmites I studied to gain unique structures that would be believed to have belonged to an underground metropolis. I ended up with some nice designs, I worry a small bit that they might be too detailed but overall I'm happy with them, I still think these designs would have to be further developed but I don't have the time to do so.

At the moment my plan is to individually recreate these digitally and then photoshop them together in different ways to gain the illusion of having more designs than I do.

The photo is a small bit fuzzy but this was the first structure I recreated digitally. This took me around 6 hours to do, which was mainly because I've never done a proper digital piece before, so it took me a bit of time figure out what worked best and what short cuts I could take. I actually drew on top of a picture of my original paper sketch instead of redrawing it.

I created this solely using the air brush tool, and I love how it turned out, it looks so drippy. The only thing I can say really is that I wish I got it done a bit quicker, and that the values were much darker on my personal monitor.

I used the background from Akira as a reference for the colours.

Thursday

I made 4 more structures, significantly much more quicker too. While I spent too much time on the first one it gave me the experience needed to bang these ones out quickly and more efficiently. These were also done using the airbrush tool. For the backgrounds we actually made it a point to solely use airbrush as a way to commemorate the animations from the 70's/80's.

Since most of my pieces were done I got started on piecing them together. I tried making the buildings further back bigger and transparent and the ones closer to the viewer bigger. This was as far as I got on Thursday. If I'm being honest I'm not happy with the layout. I was using the Akira background as a reference but then realised it wouldn't work as the light source in the background is from behind, in my background the light source is from the front. I knew I definitely had to redo the layout.

Friday

We did a pitch workshop with Paul and Yvonne and then as a team discussed how we would go about our pitch . We discussed who would say what, what we thought a funder would want to know before investing in a project, we worked out costs, how many episodes, how many animators it would take to animate it in a year and ect...

We also did a few rehearsals in the studio improvising our lines and timing ourselves to get a feel for it. We decided that I would open and close our pitch, introducing our Nursery rhyme, genre, & time period while also setting the scene for our animatic.

Before work I managed to redo my background, I thought this one turned out way better. The perspective looked way better than last time too. I feel like with more time I could develop this further but I don't have that time so this is what I have and I'm happy with it.

Sunday

youtube

I made the presentation for our project, and the team went on call to rehearse our pitch. We did this twice.

#mice3 #Youtube

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boltedfruit · 9 months

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if you don’t mind me asking, what area is the graft taken from if not the thigh or forearm? I’ve wanted phallo for years but i’m terrified of getting either because i dont like how visible they are (i wear shorts and short sleeves a lot).

another q- with the method you got, is it still possible to get a “smaller” result? I’ve never wanted a large result since i find smaller packers more affirming and in line with my ideal body.

no pressure in answering at all if you don’t want to, I’m just possibly looking at starting the process for getting approval for phallo and sort of exploring all of the options out there. I wish you so much luck and joy post-op!

Hi! I don't mind at all! I am the second person to get the kind i got, and if you contact me off anon, I'll be happy to tell you the place and the doctor who did it. I'm in California and I did get it done in San Francisco.

I got a single scar phalloplasty taken from the abdomen, where a tissue expander was put to make the extra skin needed for the phallus. I didn't want to risk hand/arm PT for the rest of my life because I'm considering going to med school and didn't want to risk not being able to do surgery. And the thigh ones always turn out so large, and I didn't want that.

I'm the same really! I asked for a smaller result of 4-5 inches, and you can always push for exactly the length you want. My surgeon typically does 5-6 inches and it just leaves extra room so that if there is some kind of infection or loss of tissue, then it allows for that bad skin to be removed. He also told me once it is healed, it can always be taken down as well. So don't let a surgeon say you're stuck forever with a larger length than what you want, but the safest option might be to start with something a little longer that can be sized down in the future (because the loss of the entire flap is not great). The clinic I go to also offers a ton of nonbinary options, and their galleries are full of different sizes, even offering nullification.

Ultimately, it's what you as a patient wants! Never let a surgeon bully you into something way out of your comfort level. I love that my surgeon is very respectful of what I want.

Also, they do a nerve graft at the first stage, so technically this was my last big one I had to do. The rest is cosmetic/smaller procedures that will include forming the head/glans of the phallus, and further down the line insertion of an erectile device.

Aesthetically wise I think my surgeon makes really realistic looking phalluses, and at the end of the entire process, the single scar where the tissue expander was just leaves a single scar from below my belly button and down to the mons pubis area.

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the-friendliest-freak · 2 years

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I love your Poppy Playtime art! I was wondering now that chapter 2 is out, is there anything you changed about your headcannons/AU?

Design-wise, I wanna update them a little bit - since Stella’s now been working at the company for a few years I might make her look older, might do the same with Avery, too.

Might add some more muscle to Rich (was somewhat tempted to make him shorter but then he’d get way more Wolverine comparisons then he already does). Might make the shadow cast by his hat darker (I have…an embarrassing amount of Rich art at the moment that I haven’t posted, let me know if anyone wants to see that).

Speaking of headcanons, I was actually surprised by how on-the-mark I was with “When Rich gets incredibly pissed it appears as joviality before slowly turning into outrage”. That…I was not expecting.

In terms of personality interpretations:

Rich has practically been confirmed to be a massive dork with the messages you find in the Rejected Toys Area (I got these from a compilation vid)

Also Avery’s surname might be Fri, either that or “Fri” is short for “Friday”, so the note is actually saying “Lunch with Avery on Friday”. Fun fact: Fri is a German surname, and my head canon surname for Avery was Walkenhorst - a German surname.

Stella…I’m unsure about. I thought she was going to be the one to become Poppy but now I’m not too sure. Future design changes might reflect this, maybe I’ll make her look less like Poppy. I don’t trust her after reading what she did, though my headcanon that her longing for reliving her childhood came from her having to “grow up too quickly” during WW2 still stands until new information is revealed.

Patty Hall is Rich’s workplace crush. She gave him her number.

Marie Payne was a worker for Playtime Co who joined the company because she liked the idea of being a “mother” to countless children by making them toys

Ages: Avery is 24, Stella (by the time of her chapter 2 tape) is 35, Rich is 32 but everyone thinks he’s in his 50s (stress does things to a man so he does look like he’s in his 50s)

Avery and Rich go out to lunch every now and then, once every two weeks or so.

I like to think that Rich either becomes Huggy or 1006 - Huggy because I’m more used to that theory, and 1006 because the idea of this guy that everyone considered worthless becoming the one to kill them all and eventually take full control of the factory…it’s a good concept.

The regular-sized toys are usually those made from children, while the larger ones like Huggy or MML are made from adults

Elliot Ludwig lost his daughter, and after that he and his wife divorced. His daughter became Poppy.

The weird calorie intake mentioned in this poster consists of the same “portions” that were fed to Experiment 814:

Still not sure how I interpret the human-to-toy transformation but here’s a hunch: the human is fed portions of the mysterious food, the human is killed and subsequently submerged in the poppy gel - and a toy is submerged with them, the human and the toy become one (for those who know TMNT 2012, think of how the mutagen worked from that show)

One headcanon that I want to change: Rich can spell and read and doesn’t struggle with grammar unless he’s stressed. He’s actually incredibly eloquent…when he’s not frazzled.

You know the “he asked for no pickles” meme? Rich and Avery. Avery’s got social anxiety.

Kathy/The Player was a scientist. I’m still inconclusive about wether they feel guilt about what they’ve done, and if they reacted at all upon MML’s death.

Kathy/The Player is an action figure. It takes them a bit of work to pass off as human, but they’re lucky to be more human-shaped than the other employees.

Rich’s autistic there I said it. He’s undiagnosed. The chapter 2 tape is him having a meltdown

There are probably more but I’ll likely make a much bigger post later on with the new characters added like Marcus and Marie.

Thank you for the question! I love questions like this!

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au-starss · 1 year

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DAY 1 - CHRISTMAS EVENT

༄ synopsis… first day of christmas means finding the best tree! and that's exactly what you came to do

༄ characters… thoma x gn!reader

༄ tags… christmas event day 1: 'christmas tree shopping w/ thoma', comfort, angst slightly, petnames

༄ words… 985

༄ author’s thoughts… day 1 of the event welcome! look forward to all the pieces coming! masterlist.

The second Thoma steps from the car, you’re already dragging him towards the entrance of the tree farm. He nearly loses his footing, but you don’t seem to notice. You’re way too excited to do this with him.

“If you drag me any faster we might have to spend our tree money on medical bills instead, darling.” He jokes, convincing you to slow down.

You give an apologetic look. “Sorry. I’m unbelievably excited!”

Christmas was a holiday that you absolutely adored. All the festivities were so much fun, and you loved decorating and spending it with the people you love. Spending the holidays with Thoma has always been special to you.

And the first part to begin that joy is by, of course, buying a tree to decorate.

“Come, come! I’m sure we can find a really good one this time around.” You speak, pulling on his arm.

The two of you stroll into the farm, Thoma’s arm moved to be draped across your shoulders rather than in your grasp. The trees at the entrance were small, normally ones that are just for display or have already been sold. But those weren’t the best ones.

You make your way to the back of the farm, seeing tons of families and couples picking out their own trees. You watch a happy father pick up his daughter, his partner coming up next to them as they all laugh. It makes you smile, wondering what the future would hold in store for the both of you.

“Oh, look at this one.”

You snap from your thoughts, looking at the tree suggested by your boyfriend. It was a medium sized tree, with some dead branches he must have not noticed.

You give a small laugh, kneeling and lifting one of the branches. “With these branches? Let’s look some more, darling.”

Looking around, you notice a tree across from it. “Ooh! What about this one?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little small, my love?”

You frown, looking around for a different tree. In all fairness, he was right. The place you had just moved to was bigger than your old shared place. But you both finally had the money to get somewhere bigger. Now, you felt slightly embarrassed. You wanted this tree to be perfect for the both of you, that was your goal here. You were sure Thoma would appreciate it.

Thoma watched as you gave a determined look, searching for a larger Christmas tree. He found you so admirable. Spending the holidays with you was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. Your excitement just from the small things made it all worth it.

Thoma followed you through the rows of trees, occasionally pointing out some trees he thought were nice. But they were always never good enough, even if it seemed like it in his eyes. It was almost as if even a little mistake on a tree was just not up to your standards.

“Okay okay, slow down, [Name]!” Thoma laughed, grabbing your hand in his own. “We have plenty of time to find a good tree for us. Let’s look together.”

You frown slightly, glancing around. “But what if someone else is already taking it right from under our noses?! That’s why we have to hurry!”

“We’ve got all day to find it, I promise.”

You take a deep breath, nodding along with his words. You spend the next thirty minutes looking at all kinds of different trees.

Yet none of them were perfect. Too small, next. Too dead, next. Too skinny, next. Not enough branches, next. On and on, it seemed like finding a good tree was hopeless.

“How about this one?”

“We already saw this one..” You sigh with a frown.

Thoma noticed the change in your demeanor, turning to face you. “Is there something wrong, my love? You seemed really stressed over a tree.”

“I don’t know, I just..” You glance down as Thoma takes your hands into his own. “I just wanted this to be perfect. We can finally afford something better than before. Our Christmas together can finally be better than just some small dinky tree with hardly any ornaments.”

“Oh [Name]..”

You sigh again, feeling bad for ruining the trip. Maybe you should have kept the concerns to yourself. Thoma shouldn’t have to bear going on knowing that this of all things is bugging you. Of course he would be annoyed by it.

“I’m sorry..” Thoma spoke, reaching your wide eyes. “I’m sorry if I made you feel such pressure. Our holidays in the past have always been magical to me. Even if we don’t ever find this so-called ‘perfect’ tree, my Christmas is already perfect.” He speaks on, bringing your intertwined hands up and kissing your knuckles. “It’s perfect because I’m spending it with you, my darling.”

You smile at him, soaking in the intimate moment. “You did nothing wrong, Thoma. It’s me and my head. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t let you down at all. And I’m sorry for that. But your words made me feel so warm inside, and I’m glad to know that’s how you feel.”

Thoma pulls you against him into a hug as your eyes close. It’s gentle and calming to have him hold you like this, especially after his beautiful words. He plants a small kiss to your forehead, holding you even closer in the cold. It all stuck to your heart, like a silly crush that could never go away.

You open your eyes, seeing a tree next to you both. Upon looking it over, you notice it seemed to be the perfect height. No dead branches, and the perfect size.

“Thoma! Look!”

The boy glances up from your head to see what you saw. His eyes lit up, and he looked down on you. You both nodded to each other with the same love-struck smile.

“It’s perfect!”

༄… taglist: @cloudyuna @deffenferofjustice @scaramouches-beloved @scarasbaby (link to be tagged here!)

#༄ order up!#genshin impact #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #tohma x reader #thoma genshin impact #thoma

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ddrv · 7 months

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roguestarsailor · 8 months

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It’s just..that I’m turning 28 soon and it’s like this looming dread is going to eat me up alive. I am not ready for 28!! What a scary fucken number. I still feel like I haven’t done enough and I’m still not confident. Im so panicked that I haven’t even been close to meeting typical growing up metrics and it’s too soon!!!!!!!! I’m so behind and the future I see for myself is an aloof and lonely one..

But I know I’ve done a lot. I’ve been doing something pretty much 97% of my weekends since I’ve moved here! But of course it’s the romance. It’s the lack of romance and the overwhelmingness to be alive. My god I cannot keep living on my own?? I have to make bigger, larger financial decisions?? It’s who’s going to stay? How many goodbyes will I have to see? Am I constantly going to be yearning for some mysterious love? How does anyone find anyone to be in a relationship with anyways? The idea that I can ever find this person who I would even want to spend an afternoon with sounds so far fetched and so left field that I am filled with sadness because I’m going to have to be alone forever?? I genuinely think that’s it? That I have to carry myself forever and im not feeling good about this.

And it’s just this feeling of shame too! This guy I have this stupid crush on teared into me more than I can really explain to anyone. I know he’s not the one and we didn’t even date so why do I feel such strong feelings towards him (this is what EVERYONE asks when we talk about my dating life and when I’m trying to be honest and “open up”). I think I feel massive shame for even thinking I’d have a chance; that it’d be different than the disgust the boys growing up had for me. Since I’m in a new place and I can be a new person, that person would find love much more easier and with men who doesn’t harbor that disgust. He might not feel disgust but it wasn’t admiration either. It’s also embarrassing too. I couldn’t read the signs and I am so naive and I lack so much male attention that he’s genuinely the only one who I felt I had a sliver of a chance because he invited me to hang out with his friends a few times and who actually did make me excited to spend time with him….so stupid so so stupid. So like where do I go from here?? These days if I get an inkling that I am excited to talk to a guy especially if I think he’s attractive I have to squash that feeling IMMEDIATELY. None of this shit with that guy. And if my sample size is any indication, they all have girlfriends and sometimes wives…and so, where do I go from here??? It’s hard not to compare and wonder if men like them could ever love someone like me? Like it must be sooo nice to be someone desirable and who wants to be with you and build a life with you or even be lovely to just be sexual.

How can I be 28 and still lack all of this?? Can’t read the signs, can’t understand these dating etiquettes, can’t underhand men and it’s like minesweeper out here. And the idea that I have to afford these massive expensive on my own in the near future……is a lot. My body.. is another story.

#amandathoughts

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expertfood · 1 year

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hinrichsenedmondson7 · 2 years

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Interior Design Made Simple With These Easy Steps

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#ull #3d renderings

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earthnashes · 3 years

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And finally, to complete the set... the ZORA! owo

Link is once again there for size comparison, but I also added one with him not there just so you can have a full look at them all together. uwu Anyway, the headcanon blurbs for the characters and the Zora as a race!

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-Mipha is the beloved princess of the Zora, the future Queen of her people, and Sidon's older sister. Mipha is actually a bit shorter than the average Zora, but what she lacks in size she more than makes up for in her strength, bravery, and compassion. Despite her prowess in combat Mipha is a healer to her core and loathes to engage in combat, even when it's necessary; she doesn't relish the idea of hurting anything even her enemies.

Mipha is by far the best magic user the Zora have to offer, her ability exceeding the typical Zora and almost matching that of a Hylian Mage. Her specialty is healing, "Mipha's Touch", though she also has great control over the waters, able to create whirlpools and miniature hurricanes at will. Currently, her father has been giving her more and more of his responsibilities as monarch, his way of easing her into the position and making the transition of power between the two go smoothly when it's time for him to step down. As a princess and future queen, Mipha has attended many important meetings with the neighboring governments and leaders, which in turn has allowed her to meet Zelda; the two of them are good friends.

-Sidon is the crown prince of the Zora, second in line for the throne, and Mipha's younger brother. He's known as a bit of a heartthrob in the kingdom due to his good looks and personality; he's charismatic, enthusiastic, and polite to a fault, and likes to use his own self confidence to lift others instead of being boisterous. He's turned down many an attempt at courtship graciously, which has done nothing to lessen the hearteyes thrown his way.

Sidon and Mipha are both well known across all of Hyrule not because of their royal status, but due to a feat they managed years back where they both rescued the crew and passengers of a sinking vessel ship from drowning during hurricane, having fought against harsh waves and blistering winds to succeed; they didn't lose a single person. It's in part of this and his capacity to be a good leader that lead the Zora Domain to choose him for the role of Champion; the king allowed it to be to a vote among his people instead of him choosing, and Mipha endorsed the idea that Sidon would be a great fit.

-Ruto is the mortal form of the Zora's Patron Deity, and like many of her fellow deities her true identity is unknown by her people. Her unique appearance is due to a rare birth condition that Zora could get, where their headtails are short or non-existent and instead they grow a traditional tail. This birth defect could be harmful to the Zora's swimming capabilities depending on how strong the tail is and how long the head-tail turns out, but in Ruto's case, she has no worries about it. Partly because, had she actually been affected she'd be perfectly fine to swim since she was "balanced" as a healer would said, but mostly because she is divine, and the mortal form is merely a disguise of sorts, therefore she isn't actually afflicted by the condition.

Ruto works, ironically, as the high priestess of the temple of the gods in the Zora Domain, one temple dedicated to her specifically. As a religious figure, she serves the additional role as pseudo advisor to the crown, where her word holds quite a bit of weight due to how spiritual the Zora typically are.

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-The Zora Domain is located in the Faron River, which is the largest river in Hyrule, a river that connects to almost every lake in the kingdom before it eventually leads out into the ocean. The domain sits dead center of the huge river, which is surrounded by tall tree-covered cliff faces with running waterfalls cascading down into the water, a natural protective barrier. To reach it, visitors must either by air or by foot, and if foot they must traverse a long bridge that leads to the domain. The Zora Domain is a largely popular location to all of Hyrule, hailed as one of the most beautiful locations in the kingdom, something the Zora take great pride in.

-The Zora are one of the larger races of Hyrule, clocking in on average of about 8ft tall, but it's common for them to grow much larger depending on their ancestry; King Dorephan is one of the largest Zora to live

-The Zora hold moderate capability over magic, especially hydro-based magic, though their magical skill typically don't reach heights seen in Hylians or Gerudo. That said, they take a page from the Gerudo's books in that they combine their magic with their physical combat (unlike Hylians, who typically master either magic combat or physical combat), making them extremely diverse warriors. Their weapons typically lean to tridents, spears, and scythes.

-The Zora are not mammalian, and do in fact have ancestry in ancient fish. Despite it, they do give live birth instead of laying eggs, though mothers are unable to produce milk and so baby Zora will usually be fed blended and soft foods before they're able to eat solids. Typical baby formula for baby Zora involve fish, veggies, and some fruits blended together. The kids love the stuff.

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AND THERE YA HAVE IT! That is the final race for the Hyrule headcanon set! I might do some super rough concept work for the locations and such but outside of that, keep your eyes open for the next bit of content! Coming soon is a cute little comic about Link and how his rivalry with cuccos started (WIP of the full thing now available on my Patreon) and after that, I'll either continue with the next kingdom in the AU or start doing some more character-driven sketchdumps; I think I'll ask ya'll about it later!

Other than that if you have any questions please feel free to ask!! owo

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to have and to hold, chapter 4

A/N: Babes, my loves, my darlings, my birds – I’m so happy that you guys like this amazing piece, commissioned by @snackycake1975. It’s becoming one of my favorites to write, and I’m just so glad you guys like the raw fluff in this!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus sized!Reader (Rachel)

Warnings: fluff, all the fluff, a little language, mutual pining, Henry being a romantic, lil’ flirt, a little angst (but like barely)

Wordcount: 3.303

Romance

“Hen! Where’s the…” You stopped yelling and looking for the very specific coffee-cup, you always used when you were visiting, because it was dangling in front of your face from a thick finger. The owner of the finger grinned at you and winked. “Thank you, I’m desperate.” You mumbled, grabbing the cup from his finger and trotted to the coffee-maker for the nectar of the gods. It had been hours since your swim, and you were still feeling tense. The proverbial line of do and don’t had somehow been crossed, and now it was blurred in sand; you felt like you were walking on a tightrope, and either side of you was a deep abyss filled with the unknown.

It wasn’t because you didn’t want him – you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted in your entire life – but you were terrified that he didn’t. the show in the pool had brought you to your knees, because a small part of you wanted to believe that he might actually feel the same, but another, larger part of you reminded you of his previous relationships and how they looked. You were not comparable to them; perfect bodies that were round in the perfect places, not at all like you were. Maybe the thing in the pool was just a reaction to having to be pent up in the same place for God knows how long.

“So, I was thinking something.” Henry’s voice cut through your brain’s rambling thoughts and you turned to him, sipping your coffee. He was leaning over the counter, his button up uncuffed and rolled up, which made you want to whine – the sight of his forearms did something unspeakable to you. You cleared your throat. “What’s on your mind?” you asked, trying to steady your voice and not look too closely to that damn vein that was currently popping out along his wrist. “We’re stuck here for the foreseeable future, right?” “Right.” You answered a little hesitantly. He smiled his crooked smile, the corner of his lip curling and his fangs caught on his lower lip – you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. “And we wanted to do some things, right?” “Right…” Now you were getting nervous.” “Do you trust me?” You nodded. Never in your life had you distrusted him. He beamed at you. “Okay. Can you meet me in the dining room in…” He looked at his watch. “Two hours? Wear whatever you want.” You smiled, while looking at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes. “The last time you said that I ended up at a VIP-party in jeans.” He chuckled a little and walked to you, his hand cupping your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, just a little, and look up at him. “Alright, then wear that dress I bought you last time you came.” You sucked your teeth. Damn him. “Okay.” The dress was beautiful, and the idiot had surprised you with it after you saw it and moaned at the price. “I will say, you looked amazing in those jeans.”

You chuckled as he ran up the stairs in long strides, doing whatever he was planning behind closed doors. This was either going to be disastrous or wonderful.

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An hour and a half later, you were staring at the soft, rose-colored dress that lay, very unassuming, on your bed. You scowled at it, as if it had done you a great dishonor – which is hadn’t. It just existed in the same way as you did; but you couldn’t exactly stare at yourself like this, so the dress became the receiver. It was dumb. Silly. Stupid, even, to be this anxious about anything with Henry. The man had driven you to the ER after a particular bad date, where a certain something got stuck in you – there really was no going back to just careful friends after that. Still, you kind of wanted to retreat into yourself, simply disappear, because it felt so much like the pre-date-jitters you wanted to die. You sighed and grabbed the dress, quickly putting it on, and glanced at yourself in the mirror – you didn’t look like you, not really. Eyes glazed, cheeks red and chest heaving a little. The dress fit perfectly, even though you scowled at your stomach. Why were you nervous? You briefly wondered if he felt the same nerves as you but shook that idea right out of your head – no matter what happened in the pool earlier, it shouldn’t have such an effect on you. He didn’t mean much by it – you knew he had been touched-starved for a while, because you had talked about it over facetime before you came over, so it was probably just that. Right?

You shook yourself back to a semi-normal state of mind, plastered a smile on your face and went downstairs, where Henry waited with a bright smile and looked absolutely illegal with his navy-blue Henley and dress-pants. Unbelievable that he could look like he just stepped out of a magazine, and you just felt frumpy. “Wow.” He breathed out, his eyes roaming your body, mouth slightly open. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks under the scrutiny of his eyes, and you squirmed a little – the way he looked at you reminded you of that one time, you had given him a rare set of Warhammer figurines. “You look absolutely stunning, love.” He whispered, grabbing your hands and led you to the table, where he handed you a bouquet of handpicked flowers. You grinned. “Lavender and daisies?” You asked, holding them tightly with a smile on your lips, that made your cheeks hurt. He grinned, a little shyly, and winked at you. “It’s all I had in the garden.” He said and kissed your hand gently. “Come, I have a vase for them.” He took the flowers and carefully put them in a small vase (another gift from you) before grabbing your wrist, sending a current of electricity through your body, dragging you to his home cinema. “What are we doing here?” You asked, a giggle in your throat, as he sat you down in one of the soft chairs and placed himself next to you. “Well, we couldn’t go to the museum, so I brought the museum to us.” He said with a smile and turned the screen on. You gasped, your eyes following the video of the entrance to the museum and turned to face Henry, who only had eyes for you. “How did you do this? I didn’t know they did virtual tours!” You exclaimed happily. “They don’t. I just happen to know someone who works there, and they agreed to film a tour for us.” “Oh, Henry, that’s… Thank you.” You said sincerely, grabbing his hand and squeezed it lightly. He weaved his fingers in between yours. His hand was shaking a little. He smiled at you and you felt your heart speed up and stutter at the small, sincere smile he gave you; you returned it, and his thumb began rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. You couldn’t breathe right anymore – what was breathing even, at this point? – and you forced yourself to look away from his eyes. You both turned to the screen, watching the tour with unseeing eyes as tension grew from where your hands met.

When the tour mercifully ended, you exhaled a shaky breath and tried to level your voice. “What now?” You asked, feeling flushed and very hot. He grinned and pulled you to your feet, and you stumbled a little, tumbling into his chest. Your eyes met as he steadied you with a hand on the small of your back, both of you breathless. You could just inch up on your toes and your lips would meet. It would require nothing of you, but you stopped yourself from doing anything, simply breathing out a thank you. He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “No problem.” He didn’t let go. His hand was burning into you, his eyes still on yours, and it was the smallest of movements, but it was there.

He pulled you just a little bit closer and lowered his face just a little bit more, the small space between your lips seemingly so incredibly close but yet oceans apart. His breath was hot on your face, and it stuttered a little bit, his fingers digging into your soft skin on your back, his eyes trained on yours. You were burning, literally burning for him, as the tip of his tongue darted out and wet his lower lip. An alarm went off, and you separated quickly, you straightening out your dress and tried desperately to steady your feet, breathing and brain, while Henry turned off the alarm from his phone and ran a hand over his face. “Er… Dinner’s ready.” He said with a cracked voice, and you nodded. “Cool, yeah. Uh, good.” You felt awkward now, your palms sweating. He walked in front of you, his shoulders tense, until you reached the dining room, where he pulled a chair out for you and grinned at you with that trademark smile. You sat down happily. “Wait for one moment.” You didn’t get a chance to respond before he had left the room, and you had a moment to yourself to just gather yourself. What the hell had just happened? You swore he had leaned in and held you tighter, but now you were questioning yourself – what if he hadn’t, and you were being an absolute asshole thinking he was? Maybe your mind was finally cracked, fully gone off the rails, because there was no way. No way, he’d want you in the same way as you wanted him.

There hadn’t been any inklings to it, either, not since that one night on the roof in your teens – you were too different in life, you supposed, and even if you could somehow leave your own worries at the door, it never could happen, anyway. The stars didn’t align for the two of you, despite how much time you’d spent together; it wasn’t meant to be, just because it wasn’t. Fate has and will always be, cruel.

“Alright, dinner…” Henry stepped out with a tray in his hand. “Is served.” He set it down in front of you and placed himself in front of you. “Oh my god, it looks amazing.” It did – he had made one of his own favorites, a thai-salad with beef and peanuts, which made your mouth water from just looking at it; he grinned at you and raised an eyebrow, before you both got to it.

“Do you remember your 21st birthday?” he asked out of nowhere, sipping his wine and ran a hand through his hair in the most sensual way, you had ever seen. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was him, but you were almost quivering in your seat and rubbed your thighs together. Goddamnit. “Uh, yeah. We had too much tequila and Marcy Jacobs threw up on the bouncer.” You said with a smile. “Exactly.” He leaned forwards, his elbows resting on the table. “And you got a concussion from knocking your head into the bar after your… 7th tequila-shot?” You groaned. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I felt horrible for weeks.” He chuckled a little and bit his lip. “Do you remember anything before that?” “You mean other than Marcy Jacobs throwing up on the bouncer and Tom twerking? Not really.” He nodded and drew a deep breath, clearly withholding something from you – he grabbed the bottle of wine. “More wine?” “Hey, wow, stop that. You’re deflecting.” You accused; eyes narrowed at him. “Is there something I should remember?” “Erh… No.” He stuttered. “Liar. I’ve known you for far too long for you to think you can lie to me.” He chuckled and sighed a little. “It’s nothing, just something I remembered a few days ago. I mean, if you don’t remember, we don’t have to…” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Henry.” “Rachel.” He mimicked. “Don’t try me, I know your weak spots. You cannot get out of this, seriously.” “I can damn well try.” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, just tell me. I promise, I won’t be mad… Unless it’s very embarrassing, then I’ll have your head.” You said with a grin. “Fine, but you asked for it.” He took a deep swig of his wine before finding your eyes. “Do you at all remember the reason, you fell in the first place?” He asked. “I think we’ve established that I remember nothing but Marcy throwing up and Tom twerking.” You repeated deadpanned, your heart speeding up; there was something lingering in the back of your mind, just like a sneeze, that teased your nose; almost there but not quite. “Well… Er, I was kind of the reason.” “How?” A fuzzy image full of red, purple and blue lights began slowly coming to life in your mind’s eye. “Er, well, I, er…” You narrowed your eyes at him, the mental image becoming clearer by the second – his face swimming in and out of focus along with flashing lights. “Henry…” You hesitated. The memory of his lips nearing you must be fake, brought on by the almost not-really-maybe kiss earlier. “I may or may not have kissed you and you slipped. Hence the concussion.” You fell back against your chair. You had kissed? And you didn’t remember? “Oh, shit.” You murmured. “Why… You… Have… Uh…” “I don’t know why I remembered it after so long. I mean, it’s always been in the back of my mind, but it didn’t really come… Well, I just remembered.” “Why?” you asked, suddenly feeling very hot and very flustered. “Why did you kiss me? Because I was there? I know that Annabelle turned you down, so was I just…?” He frowned. “What? No, no, not at all!” He leaped to his feet and sat down next to you, his eyes wide and earnest. “You… Were there. Yes, but you always were. Always is. I mean, I’m not making it sound any better, but… Yeah, you were there. And I was. Because I wanted to be. I did it because I wanted to and you had looked at me with these eyes and I just lost control, I guess.” He bit his lip. “Truth be told, Annabelle didn’t turn me down, I turned her down.” He whispered. “What?” Your voice came out small and squeaky. “Uh, yeah. Well, first and foremost, she only became interested because I began to be in movies. Secondly, she was cruel to you and there was no way I was going to stand for that.” You swallowed thickly, one part of the back of your throat still completely dry. “Henry, I…” “No, it’s fine.” He shot you a small smile and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Pay it no mind, really. You fell and hit your head, which was a lot more important than me kissing you. Besides, it’s years ago, there’s no reason we should even talk about it.” You frowned. “What if I wanted to talk about it?” He frowned right back, the cute little wrinkle that formed right on the top of his brow appearing. “Why would you? It’s years ago.” You shrugged. “Well, I’m curios if that’s the only time you’ve kissed drunk me.” You said with a smile to hide your nerves. He chuckled and you realized that he was so close, you could count the hair on his chest, that stuck out over the top of his shirt. “I haven’t. I’ve wanted to.” You almost choked on your own spit. “I’m sorry?” You squeaked. He did that thing with his tongue again and you wanted to melt. “I’ve wanted to kiss you. Several times in fact. I mean, several times over the years, but also several times over the last two days. Several times during the last hour, even.” You didn’t know what to say and he sighed before he began rambling.

“You know, we’ve been dancing around this for a long time, haven’t we?” He asked. “This thing between us, that… Has just been there forever, but we’ve never spoken about?” Your eyes were trained on his. “I do believe I’m tired of hiding it away. Not that I was doing a great job at it before, but at least you never saw through my pitiful excuses and lies.” He chuckled. “I’ve wanted to have my lips on yours since the moment you stepped inside this house. Just as I have every time, we’ve been near each other. I’m always gravitating towards you, always finding you. You’re like… A lighthouse in a storm, really. You’re always there to guide me safely to shore, shining a bright light over an endless, roaring sea.” He drew a breath, and your heart skipped a beat. “I’ve been yours for as long as I knew what that meant, and probably even before that, darling. There’s a reason my relationships never lasted, because they were tired of competing with a person, who cannot compete themselves. Or, rather, had already won the competition.” He glanced at you. “I know it probably doesn’t make sense and I know that you probably aren’t feeling what I am, but I cannot keep it back anymore. There’s no reason, logically, why I should. I love you and that’s that, simple and clear. My love for you is as vast as the universe and as bright as a star.” He finally finished, and you were reeling, trying to grasp – truly understand – what he had just said. “But… I’m… Not your type, Henry.” You whispered. “Darling…” “No! I mean, I’m not. I’m just me and I’m pudgy and lumpy and not fit for cameras, I am literally anything but… I am not someone one would expect you to show up with, and you deserve more than that.” You said, pushing your chair back and standing. “I am nothing but merely… This.” You gestured to your body. “And it pains me every day that I’m not what you deserve or want, because I want you, I would… I can’t…” Words failed you. “You can’t say these things, because it’s all based in the fact that we’re locked up here, and you’re already going stir-crazy because you’re used to people around, it has nothing to do with a kiss, that came about years ago.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Darling, did you hear a word I said?” He stood as well. “Yes, and it was very… Picturesque.” You mumbled. “It was true. Not because we’re stuck in here, not because you’re next to me and there’s no one else around, but because you’re you and I have wanted you since you gave me a crooked smile and handed me the last gummy bear from the bag, you’d snuck inside the school.” He said, stepping closer to you. You took a step back, trying desperately to keep your distance. “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” You both moved again and your back hit the wall. “Don’t say those things and then come close to me.” “Why?” He asked earnestly, stepping closer again. His chest was against yours. “Because I don’t know what to do with myself.” “You could tell me if I was alone with those feelings, love.” He said slowly, his hand cupping your face. You looked at him with wild, open eyes. “What would happen if I said you weren’t alone?” He smiled a dazzling smile. “Then…” He stood flush against your body, his other hand cupping the other side of your face and his hot breath fanned over you; he smelled like summer rain and vanilla. “I want to ruin our friendship.”

And then his lips touched yours.

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dangercocktail · 3 years

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Late Night Television

Tossing and turning for the better part of the night, Isaac glanced at his phone with the dryness of an insomniac’s eyes. Somewhere after 3 am and he was failing miserably to fall asleep. Sighing in annoyance mostly at himself for not taking edibles or something stronger before bed, he roused himself and threw a pair of basketball shorts over his underwear. Isaac wandered out of his bedroom to the rest of the house.

Stopping briefly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, Isaac scratched his relatively flat stomach as he made his way to the couch, scrolling through images on his phone. Flipping on the TV, he began highlighting his favorite streaming service when the screen distorted and the input changed. The television had switched to basic cable channels.

“These still exist?” Isaac thought as he took a sip of water. The flashing lights of the television illuminated the room in brightness that almost hurt Isaac’s eyes. On screen, a workout video demonstration was in progress as an extremely fit man insisted viewers call as soon as possible to order the program.

“No thanks,” Isaac said out loud, pressing the input button on his remote. The flashing lights disappeared and the cool black of streaming channel icons returned. Guiding the remote’s button through them, he began to select one when the screen distorted again. The fitness instructor was back and the volume on his TV began climbing up on its own.

“You there at home!” the man bellowed. “You’re thinking to yourself, how did I get like this?”

Isaac looked at the remote in growing frustration and muttered, “No, I’m thinking what the fuck is wrong with my TV?”

“Well I’ll tell you, it’s because you’re always on that couch,” the television fitness instructor said. “Lazy, feet up, never going for the goals you know you should be!”

As the man said ‘feet up’, the recliner in Isaac’s couch sprang open, leaning Isaac back into the couch and suspending his feet in the air with such speed that it made him audibly gasp.

“The fuck?” Isaac uttered, slightly unnerved. He chalked most of the weirdness he was feeling to being exhausted. As he started to lean forward to push the leg rest down, he heard the man on screen continue.

“And that’s why you’re soft, you’re practically glued to that couch. You lack the discipline that my program can provide. Sure, sure, it started with a few pounds, some extra cookies here, another slice of pizza there, and you started getting soft in the stomach,”’ the man said as other fitness models behind him began doing pushups. Isaac stopped attempting to close the foot rest and immediately leaned back into the couch. It physically felt impossible to not do so. As he sank into the cushions under protest, his stomach began slowly swelling, starting with his lower belly pushing out then wrapping around his belly button like a doughnut. In the span of about ten seconds, he had gained fifteen pounds of belly fat.

“What the hell?!” Isaac panicked, grabbing at the small ball of fat in his lap. The man on the screen continued.

“But it didn’t stop there, did it? Bad habits breed more bad habits, they’re like rabbits that way,” the man said, his onscreen fitness models moving into sit ups. “Those extra cookies and slices of pizza turn into daily routines; you found yourself seeking out the worst kinds of food that turned that initial fifteen pounds into fifty.”

While Isaac still marveled in shock at the small belly doughnut of fat in his hands, it began swelling through his fingers. The doughnut blossomed and spread around his sides as it moved like a bag filling with pudding. Love handles wobbled into existence and began inflating as the fat moved up his ribcage laying a foundation of frosting-like fat across his torso. It reached his chest where his nipples, tingling with the movement, widened slightly and became puffy. His chest itself developed a slight pudgy layer but then the growth stopped.

“How is this happening…” Isaac murmured in mounting disbelief, looking down at his larger body. His legs and arms were slightly thicker and his belly now rested like an overinflated basketball in his lap. He grabbed his belly and shook it, the jiggle and wobble of it shaking his love handles and sending slight vibrations through his chest. He tried scooting forward with force to escape the couch but couldn’t get the momentum, his tubby belly making it harder than before to lean forward.

“And ladies and gentlemen, I know it didn’t stop there for you. It’s all too common. Once you’ve gotten a little weight on, you feel like the game is over. That you’ve lost. And that’s when you really binge, because why not? That’s when you become one of those sad people at the buffet, plate after plate after plate, because you’ve given up completely…”

“No…” Isaac uttered as he heard his stomach gurgle again. With a strain and then tear, he felt his ass inflate rapidly, ripping through his underwear and then his oversized basketball shorts. Isaac felt his body rise on the couch several inches as his butt grew, expanding beyond the expanse of the one cushion he was on and starting to lap onto either side, one cheek wedging up against the armrest. As he felt the growth of his behind begin to slow, the mammoth momentum picked up in other areas.

Isaac’s belly began inflating again, his lower belly stretching and swelling as it began overlapping his crotch, deepening his belly button as it rounded further from Isaac’s view. As his midsection grew to the size of a bean bag chair, Isaac’s chest also began inflating, his nipples puffing up further and widening in a circular motion as his chest jiggled into their own bags of teardrop shaped pudding, rising in the air atop his belly and wrapping around under his armpits. Isaac frantically grabbed at all parts of his body in some vain attempt to hold the fat back but everything was growing unrestrained. As he grabbed and prodded, his own fingers swelled up, the knuckles and individual portions of his fingers disappearing into swollen hot dog like appendages. With a final glance before his belly swelled too big, he saw his feet begin taking on a bee stung appearance as they filled with fat as well.

As all the rest of his body settled into its now obese proportions, Isaac felt a heaviness enter his neck.

“No no no…” he exclaimed, putting two fat hands on either side of his face. Isaac’s cheeks inflated with fat, merging with a roll that had already started on his neck. As he moved his hands all over his face, he could feel his jawline slowly disappearing as it officially merged with his still rounding neck roll.

The man on the TV continued.

“Now I don’t want to alarm anyone right now. But I seriously believe that if you don’t call this number right now and start this program, there’s no telling what your future may hold. You might end up one of these people so lazy and big they can’t get off their couch, a huge caricature of the potential they once had, a literal ball of fat,” the man said as Isaac looked on in horror. The man seemed to be staring directly at him through the TV screen.

Isaac scrambled to grab his cell phone and call the number. Casting about wildly with his eyes for his phone, he saw the edge of it wedged between his thigh and belly, almost completely obscured. With a heavy huff and a push of effort, Isaac leaned forward to grab it.

His hand fell over a foot short. Issac couldn’t reach the edge of his now massive belly nor touch his own belly button, much less the phone resting on his thigh. And that was when what the man had said fully sunk in. With another gurgling in his stomach, Isaac’s eyes went wide as his body began expanding again, the couch creaking under his massive form as he felt himself expanding in all directions, the fat of his neck melding into his shoulders as he began to grow into a human sphere. His thoughts turned quickly though, as his brain underwent its own change as his body inflated. The horror of his bodily change slowly drained from his mind as a new thought began to take over...‘I’m hungry.”

“So act fast folks, this offer won’t last….”.

With that final statement, the TV clicked off.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Minor spoilers for Xiao’s and Diluc’s backstory.

Yes, more xiao content. Oh and Diluc. Diluc is there too. I wonder who my favourite child is? Honestly, it’s probably Childe. Every time I write “child” I end up misspelling it to “childe”. It’s consumed me. But yes anon I love the opposites attract trope. It’s so nice having person A be this cute cinnamon roll and person B is the ew don’t touch me go away I hate you, just mwah 💕

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ]

Diluc HCs

[ Comfort HCs ] [ Relationship HCs ] [ Being Fathers HCs ] [ Jealously HCs ] [ Unrequited Love HCs ] [ String of Fate [Soulmate] ] [ Fainting ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Xiao

It occurs to Xiao one day that despite being alive for centuries, he doesn’t know a lot of people. Xiao has only known Rex Lapis and his fellow adepti and only just recently introduced this life to others such as Verr and Ming. It never bothered him and still doesn’t, he prefers his life to be peaceful and in solitude since it’s safer that way, but when you crash into his life with all your unrestrained energy. He’s a bit of a loss for words. The only other person he knows that acts similar is Guizhong, but it’s still a bit of a troubling memory but either then that, he’s never interacted with someone so...open with their feelings. Though he supposes that Hu Tao was somewhat similar but in a different way. Unlike the craziness and exasperated actions that Hu Tao brought, your presence was a breath of fresh air and sometimes he found himself caught up in your antics.

When Xiao thinks about it, if he were to ever find love he suspected he would prefer someone who was calm and independent. He wasn’t the most affectionate so he wouldn’t want a partner that relied on that and he liked the peace and quiet the inn provided. That was until he saved you one day and you felt it was your absolute responsibility to return the favour, even though he told you many times that you really did not need to. If you wanted to return the favour you could leave him alone. Simple as that. Which didn’t work and in hindsight he was glad you were so stubborn to hang around until you managed to find out his favourite food was almond tofu.

The moment that set in stone Xiao’s love for you is when he told you his past. When he was named Atalus. How he had been possessed and forced to kill against his will. How he devoured dreams and lived in agony before he was saved by Rex Lapis. He was scared that you would fear and leave him, only for you to slowly lace your hands with his and wept for his own misfortune. He’s never had someone cry for him and he realized that he never wanted to see you upset like this again.

At first your larger than life personality put him off a bit, how could someone run through life as if nothing was wrong? What would happen if you finally faced loss? Wouldn’t that make things worse? It wasn’t until he spent more time with you that he saw your point of view, that while he couldn’t adopt the same idea, he respected it and began to appreciate it. It was nice having some sort of solace in his day even if it was just for a few minutes. Something to get his mind of the darker things while you start chatting about this really nice old lady with a domain sized teapot.

Though, there was a bit of a downside to this. Since you bared your heart on your sleeve, perhaps in Mondstadt it would seem normal but here in Liyue, everyone hid behind some kind of mask so people found you a bit naïve and would try and hassle you. It always sent Xiao into a worried state when you left the inn to go out on your next adventure. Verr likes to compare him to a cat waiting for it’s owner at the door, but as soon as they return he acts so moody as if he wasn’t waiting at the balcony trying to see if he could see your clothing peak over the hill. He has no idea how she comes up with these ridiculous ideas.

Another “downside” Xiao discovers is that you have mini bursts of affection. You describe it as a those anemo slimes that pop when you shoot them, morbid as that description is, you’re not wrong. Your bursts of affection always manage to startle and embarrass Xiao, especially when he was with others. He wasn’t going to tell you to change yourself, never will he do that, but when you clasp his hands and tell him with all your love and shining eyes that he’s “doing such a good job” and “you’re so proud of him”. He wants to melt because wow, he never noticed how much he values your praise and how it sends his heart flying. But he can’t because Childe and Zhongli are right there.

Zhongli smiles pleasantly while Childe looses his absolute shit, which causes Xiao to kick his spear at Childe because he refuses to let go of your hands and hisses at him. Even when you try and scold him it doesn’t last long because this has become a weekly occurrence. Only now Xiao will give you a quick kiss before he goes off to gut Childe while you and Zhongli wave pleasantly and talk about how the weather is faring. Everyone that isn’t a native to Liyue think’s you’re all insane as they hear Childe’s screams as Xiao attempts first degree murder.

It interesting to see you both interact to outsiders. Xiao has his piercing yellow eyes and reserved demeanor while you’re this sweet and bright person. Before Xiao met you, people could never get a good look at the mysterious man that stays in the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn. But now if they came at the right time, they could spot a soft smiled man in green listening to a very animated talk with someone else, using their hands with a dramatic flair. That is until the man notices them trying to eavesdrop and the softness in his eyes drops and goes to irritation as he glares at them, curling a hand around his partner’s waist, and he let’s off a warning growl. His partner never seems bothered, only turning around to give a small wave in greeting, smiling as if the dangerous aura radiating behind them didn’t exist, before giving the man a small kiss as they go back to their conversation.

While you live a larger than life way, you also enjoy the small moments with Xiao. Xiao prefers to spend his time sitting above the inn and overlooking Liyue which you enjoy too. Resting near each other as you watch the sun go down is calming and takes the stress of life away. But sometimes you just want to bring Xiao out and have some fun.

Which ends up with you dragging him off to the pond near the Wangshuu inn, you wanted to catch frogs for whatever reason. Weren’t you both a bit too old to be playing with frogs? But he stands by and watch's you chase around the poor animals, tracking mud all over your clothing and skin, he can’t help but let a small smile slip. It isn’t until you end up falling into the pond after slipping that he’s on alert mode that he runs over worried.

Only for you to pop up and start bursting out into laughter. Xiao is stunned for a few moment as he watches you laugh at your own mistake, mud scrapped all over your face and clothes, the fact that you’re still in the pond with a frog on your head. He can’t help but feel his face fall as his mouth twitches into a smile as he chuckles along with you. He reaches over to try and scrub the dirt off your face but it only ends up smearing it more but you appreciate the effort. He carefully lifts you up as he carries you back to the inn. He thinks back to when you both first met, how he spent so much time worrying over his life as an adeptis and you as a human, but now those thoughts have been flung out of his mind. He wants to take your approach, that why worry over the little details of the future when you can enjoy the bigger moments you have now.

Diluc

On days that Diluc works as the bartender for Angel Share, if you come at just the right time when the sun was still high in the sky, you might be able to catch the ever distant man smiling and engaged with a conversation with one specific patron. Of course, this silly “rumour” was made up by the ladies of Mondstadt with too much free time on their hands but given Diluc’s reputation and demeanor it did make some travelers curious. Only for them to write it off as this special patron to be a green bard or cunning captain. One that Diluc surely did not crack a smile at. In fact it seemed to be the opposite. But the tavern isn’t so bad, there’s this nice individual that will listen to all your sorrows with kind eyes and a gentle heart.

As soon as the last customer leaves and Diluc locks the door, does he let his shoulder drop and he breathes a sigh of relief. Before turning and walking to you as he let’s himself relax in your embrace. He listens as you re-tell on the woes of a jewelry saleswoman from Liyue to how Venti is still getting ID checked at the Cat’s Tail as he basks in your warmth. He’s glad that this is what’s troubling the people of Mondstadt and not anything incredibly dangerous relating to the Fatui or the Abyss Order. He asks if you’re doing alright to which you grin and nod that everything was perfect, before placing a small kiss on your forehead and he leads you out back and into the night and ready to return home.

Kaeya finds a lot of enjoyment going to up to you and discussing his “concerns” about Diluc. It always leads to you fretting over his health and if he was working too hard and he should take a break. Diluc is whipped and cannot say no to you so he always begrudgingly let’s you lead him away as Kaeya smiles and waves him off. It’s gotten to the point that no matter what Diluc is in the middle of, unless it’s of the upmost importance, if he catches Kaeya anywhere near you he’s swooping in and leading you away.

Diluc has always been straight to the point, non-nonsense idle talk, but when you drag him away to simply lie down at Starsnatch Cliff just because you were worried about him, he can’t help but feel his heart warm. Watching you blow on dandelions and enjoy the peaceful winds of Mondstadt does he let his hectic life standstill.

When Diluc first met you, it was during his three year long journey to discover the truth of his father and the Delusions. You had saved him during his escape from a Fatui stronghold and explained you were apart of a third-party observer from the North. A vast underground intelligence network that approved of his actions and wanted him to join. Diluc, still deep in his anger and untrustworthy state of anyone, declined the offer but you still hanged around him. He didn’t understand why, and frankly did not want you anywhere near him, but you did save him. Something you very much liked to bring up, even after returning to Mondstadt. He couldn’t necessarily push you away and despite leaving the Knights of Favonius, he still maintained the same chivalry that all knights had.

From then on it had just been the two of you, him looking for the next Fatui base while you travelled with him as an “observer” despite helping him and being overly chatty. Asking where the next destination is like you’re some sort of overeager kid. At first, he really disliked your presence. A lot. In his mind you were a second Kaeya and after the events of what had happened, he might have been far colder to you than he should have been. He thought you were hiding behind the same kind of mask Kaeya did and that you were secretly some Fatui agent sent to kill him. But that never seemed to deter you, even making fun of the idea that the Fatui would seriously try and send an agent to con him rather than try and kill him outright with all the information he had on them.

You both had your clashes when it came to certain things, especially when it came to taking breaks and sightseeing. He felt that you were way too relaxed for something so important and you felt he was way to uptight and needed to stop running through life. But overtime, he found that he actually somewhat enjoyed your personality and quirks. While you could kick a Fatui’s guard head off if you tried hard enough, you would also drag him to feed the ducks by a pond. He had come to learn that you and Kaeya were different, you didn’t wear a mask and bared your heart to the world. He thought you were a bit foolish for doing that since you can never really trust anyone but you instead offered that not everyone was a bad person, that if he spent every waking moment trying to backstab someone would that really be a life worth living?

It’s during the lantern festival in Liyue does he really come to understand his goals in life. Writing down wishes for the new year to send off in paper lanterns is when he acknowledges his shortcomings and finally agrees to join the underground intelligence network. You offer him a bright grin as you cheer that he finally finally got off his stubborn self and you’re now officially partners in not-really-but-still-technically crime. For the first time since Diluc started his journey, he gives a small smile and let’s himself relax as he watched the golden lanterns fly through the sky beside you.

When he decides it’s time to return to Mondstadt and take up his position as Diluc Ragnvindr, he tries to not so subtly ask if you would want to join him. He knows that you still have ties to that secret organization and you probably have your own agenda but Diluc has gotten used to your bubbly personality, he doesn’t want to live without you. But his worries are quickly squashed when you tease him for a bit but slip your hand in his and ask where the next destination is.

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Gripping my writing hand, I went overboard and ran with it. I really want to write pre-hcs of how you met Xiao and a continuation of young Diluc and you. But I must finish my inbox. Also my joke of Xiao beating things into submission started all the way back to my first Xiao HCs of friendship. I did not know this lol. I just think it’s funny to imagine xiao doing it. I’m about to high five my past self.

By the way, should I break up my hcs more? I feel like they are actual paragraphs and that might be annoying to read.

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tiesthatbind-tf · 3 years

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A lad finally gets some of that coveted spotlight!

Benjamin Bane (just Ben or Benji, thanks) may be the youngest of the active Autobot team as their sprightly scout who’s got a chip on his shoulder he wants to hurl into the next Functionist or Decepticon picking on him for his size, and who’s been through quite a bit despite his age, if the burn on his left arm, the slide bite on his right hand and the multitude of old cigarette burns he’s reluctant to explain are anything to go by.

When not on the field, he’s an avid dancer (with a love for ballet, something he could only pursue in secret until recently, and something which forms the core of his offensive style) and a good enough artist that he, alongside Mirage, are the two assigned to decorate armor for the team.

His smiley, chirpy facade hides quite a couple of issues, including PSTD and self-esteem issues, anxiety attacks, and an urge to please those he trusts even if it comes at his detriment.

More to his story below. (TW for child abuse)

Benjamin Bane (Bumblebee) would be hard-pressed to come up with a single good memory concerning his biological family during his childhood, and not for the lack of trying.

Born to an upper middle-class family in New York comprising a bullish, hot-tempered police sergeant father and a housewife mother, he grew up in the shadow of the son his father, who came from a family of law enforcers, wanted him to be in order to carry on the family legacy.

That he was a gentle, bubbly, sensitive child who loved following his mother around in the kitchen and spending his free time drawing did not bode well for the image his father wished to portray, and it didn’t take long for the discipline intended to mold him into a ‘man’ to become horrifically physical when he was barely five.

His mother, already used to his old man’s temper and quick hand, would often step in to take the punishment meant for him whenever he did something undesirable, though she couldn’t save Ben from the man’s wrath completely, and by the time he was nine, he was never seen without a hoodie in school and had perfected every excuse he’d been told to repeat when asked why he could not take it off or why he would come in on some days with a split lip.

He was small for his size, quiet, and took great pains not to be noticed, which had the opposite effect of making him the target of every other larger child looking to blow off steam, and he became good at running.

Really good.

There was no running from home however, home where the walls were insulated so neighbours wouldn’t hear what was happening within, and while some days would be better than others, there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t break into a cold sweat whenever he heard his father’s footsteps approaching his room.

With his mother unable to bear more children due to an illness, his father furiously continued with the campaign (sometimes the carrot was used though mostly it was the stick) to mold him into the son the man wanted, so he could make the cut during the streaming process prior to high school where students would be sorted into their future occupational classes.

What support he might have had from his mother in his young years also evaporated, as she pushed him to be the son his father needed him to be to keep the peace, putting the weight of the household’s sanctity on his slight shoulders.

He was forced into marksmanship lessons (where his first attempt to fire a gun went awry and left him with a deep slide bite wound), multiple self-defence classes to toughen him up (helpful for bullies whenever they didn’t come in packs), and a series of workouts to encourage a growth spurt so he could catch up to other potential cadet candidates.

The little sliver of hope that he would be good enough to make the junior police cadets went up in smoke when he was assigned to the manual class instead, owing to his size and his visceral aversion to handling firearms.

Branded as worthless and only good for paying off the ‘debt’ accumulated from the classes his father had earlier forced him into, Ben entered high school with his self-esteem scrapping at topsoil and digging deeper, and had it not been for a chance encounter with another boy who was evading a group of military-classed students intending to instil a lesson about talking back to those higher in the hierarchy, it might have dug itself into a grave.

The boy, who introduced himself as Guillermo ‘Memo’ Gutierrez after Ben dutifully sent the bullies scattering, was also assigned to the manual class and both of them decided to stick together for safety in numbers.

Ben had ruefully accepted his lot in life after years of being broken and beaten down. Memo, however, had a loving and supportive family; this kept the spark of his defiance to the system alive and he kindled it in Ben’s by giving his friend a safe space to escape to whenever the situation at Ben’s home became too intense.

Among Memo and Memo’s family was the first time where Ben opened up about his interests, could speak freely and found acceptance for what he liked and who he was.

The desire to reclaim the things he loved pushed him to seek out part-time work, which he eventually found after befriending a girl, Charlie Watson, who had helped put an end to the harassment he and Memo endured at school by playing the hierarchy to their favour and wielding her Navy ‘prime-pick’ status.

That she actually wanted nothing to do with the class she was pushed into (Navy) and wished to pursue a career in automotives despite parental objections was something that she and Ben bonded over, and she brought him to the scrapyard her uncle ran where he found work sorting out car parts and helping perform repairs.

He began to pursue art and dance in secret with part of his pay (keeping his sketchbooks and supplies at Memo’s place and taking dance lessons under the guise of after-class study sessions), while saving up the rest and planning for the day he would eventually break free of his father, ‘debt’ or no ‘debt’.

During this time, he subtly packed away important items and was careful not to anger his old man more than his mere presence already did on a good day——something which would become increasingly hard when the Clampdown began.

He would hear his father rant over the dinner table about how ungrateful the protesters who were made up mostly of the Manual Class were, how they weren’t worth the safety net they were demanding for the job they were doing, how they needed to know their place.

He would hear, as time went by, about how his father would beat the ones who were arrested, and more than once, how he would be killed if he, as the man’s son, ever did something as stupid and insolent as that.

He bit his tongue through all this and reluctantly refused Memo’s offer to join a peaceful protest for better wages and workplace compensation.

The protest turned violent after police assaulted those taking part however, and as he watched the news hoping to see if Memo was alright, he saw his friend among those who were tossed into the dreaded black vans to be brought over to stations for interrogation.

His father, fielding a call from a colleague about the batch of protesters being brought in, told them to separate the adults from the teenagers, who would be easier to break, and it was at this point Ben’s spark turned into a bonfire.

As his father got dressed for work, he crept into the man’s study and managed to figure out the combination to the safe where the man’s gun was kept, retrieving it and aiming it at the police sergeant who came in and demanded for him to stand down.

Ben, in turn, demanded for his father to call the station and have Memo released, and when his father laughed at his audacity, mocked the way his hands shook while he was holding the gun and threatened to beat him senseless once this was all over, he shot the man close enough to the head to clip an ear to prove a point, before repeating his demand again.

This time, his father complied and called the station to order for Memo’s release; Ben’s relief however was all the momentary lapse of guard that his father needed to rush in and attempt to wrest the gun back, and in the struggle, he accidentally shot his father in the knee.

Under the hail of threats on how he was going to die once his father got hands on him, Ben flung the gun where the man could not reach, grabbed one of the bags he had secretly packed and ran out of the house to the screams of his mother.

He called Charlie and explained the situation to her, as both of them made their way to the station where his father worked to pick up Memo, who was confused about the state of affairs.

At 18 years, Ben was now a fugitive who could no longer go home; Memo brought him to the manual class district where Ben could hide among allies, and it was here that he spent a few months in hiding, disguised as a manual worker.

However, still fully terrified at the thought of his father eventually hunting him down within the confines of the city, he made plans to leave and head to the West Coast, far away from any chance that he would meet his old man by accident on the streets.

To his surprise, Charlie and Memo elected to join him in the move, and the three of them left together on a Greyhound bus; Him to escape his father, Charlie to escape her future with a military complex which her father died for and Memo to protect his family after he was named a person of interest in the protest.

However, they were forced to stop in Texas when police were inspecting passing buses for runaway Cold Constructs. Here, they met Ian Hart (Ironhide), a rancher secretly helping Cold Constructs escape ownership by crossing over into Mexico to start new lives.

Ian, seeing how they ran from the bus, assumed they were young Cold Constructs and immediately took them in and offered them shelter; when they explained their situation, he kept his offer, letting them stay until they had their plans sorted out and paying them for work done on his ranch in the meantime.

All three of them grew fond of him and spent a month working on his ranch, helping out equally between his longhorn cattle and the Cold Constructs who would come in scared, starving, and seeking refuge from bounty hunters looking to bring them back to the establishments they were assigned to.

Someone however, had gotten wind of Ian’s clandestine operation, and the man was arrested during a midnight raid, though not before he flung Ben, Charlie and Memo into a secret basement with three Cold Constructs who he told them to help cross the border the next day.

They did as they were told, but decided to return to the ranch to figure out how to help Ian, and when they came back there, it was to come face to face with two strangers who were also seeking Ian after seeing him on the news.

These strangers introduced themselves as Omar Parvez (Optimus Prime), Jace Zayden (Jazz) and Preston Wan (Prowl), members of a rebellion that had sprung up in the UK, and upon hearing that they had been with Ian for the past month, requested for their help in tracking the man down to save him from a terrible fate at the hands of government interrogators.

Realising that they were now caught up in something bigger than they ever imagined, Ben nonetheless accepted the request, unwilling to stand back and do nothing while a good man suffered.

Youth, size and a lifetime of abuse would not be an obstacle to him helping someone else, especially with his best friends by his side.

#Maccadam #Humanformers #Bumblebee #Optimus Prime #charlie watson #memo gutierrez #Character Art #tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: gun mention

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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 years

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Life Without Colour {Steve/Plus Size Reader/Bucky}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Inspired by a tiktok trend lmao. i don’t usually enjoy love triangles, i find it unfair but couldn’t get this idea out of my head.

i might make this a series??? what do we think??

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

Life with Steve was a comfortable life. It was a good life; full of love, affection and happiness. You’d always felt like something was missing and something was missing. You hadn’t seen colour yet. When you met Steve, you knew that you weren’t soulmates yet he asked you out anyway and you said yes despite knowing that. You almost hated the life of soulmates and the fact that you had one soulmate, what if they lived miles and miles away? What if they were dead? What if you never met them? There were too many questions and not enough answers. You knew of some people who never met their soulmate and their vision was always in black and white. You also knew of some people who had been in large crowds or had been drunk, met their soulmate or at least glanced at their soulmate and either couldn’t find them in the crowd or the next day didn’t know who they were and there was no telling of who it could be because their vision was already colourful. So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the soulmate thing.

Steve had met his soulmate, it was Peggy Carter. The moment he met her as he stood in the line up in the army and she scoped them out, his world flooded with colour and so did hers. He hadn’t hidden this from you at all and you admired that; you admired his honestly. He smiled on your first date when he noticed you were apprehensive, “We’re not soulmates, it’s okay.” You relaxed then, “I like to think that there’s more than just one person out there for me. I like to choose my own destiny.”

It wasn’t long before you were in a committed relationship with him. He was like a breath of fresh air, so caring and kind and you had never been in love like this before. Steve was the closest thing to a soulmate as you’d had. You wished that he was your soulmate, it would ease your mind so much and it would have made your life so much easier. People didn’t think you and Steve should be together, you were regularly met with comments like, ‘You’re just setting up for heartache when you find your soulmate.’

You and Steve had spoken about what would happen if your world flooded with colour and you met your soulmate. Honestly, you’d expected a fight to break out but Steve was so kind about it and so level headed, unlike anything or anyone you’d ever seen before. ‘It would hurt me but I said on our first date that we weren’t soulmates. I love you, (y/n), and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I trust you. I would trust that you would be open with me and let me know what you want to do. I can’t stop you from being with your soulmate so if you wanted to get to know them and see where it goes then I wouldn’t stop you. I just want you to be happy and I don’t want to hold you back from it. Just know that I love you and I believe in us.’ You told him that no matter what, you loved him first and he meant everything to you.

Life with Steve was good. You’d been dating for the best part of a year now and things were going good. You’d met most of the team and regularly met up with Sam and Nat, two of Steve’s closest friends. Steve told you all about his past, he told you all about Peggy and all about Bucky and you loved hearing stories of his past. The way Steve spoke of Peggy made you a little jealous but you couldn’t compete with his soulmate besides, he loved you. He was with you, planning a life and future with you, so you didn’t mind when he reminisced. You hadn’t met Bucky yet but you’d heard all about him. He was laying low in Wakanda, Steve told you, to try and undo the mind control that HYDRA had done to him.

‘I can’t wait to meet him one day,’ you said with a smile, ‘I can’t wait to hear all of his stories about you growing up.’ Oh how you would grow to regret saying that.

It was at Tony’s birthday party that your whole entire world changed and that is where this story begins.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Steve as you walked out from the bedroom. You wore a dress that was a little tighter than what you’d normally opt for, it showed off more curves; hugging your larger stomach and your back rolls.

Steve grinned at you, “Beautiful, sweetheart. I love that dress on you.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” He was so handsome, with that gorgeous smile and his hair styled to perfection. He wore black suit and tie, “My god, my boyfriend is the hottest man alive.”

Steve laughed as you approached him, planting a kiss on your forehead, “My god, my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl alive.”

You looked up at him, wishing that you could stare into his blue eyes and see the shade of them, “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, too.” A large part of him wished that you had seen colour when you saw him, in fact the majority of him wished that. Deep down, he worried what would happen if you met your soulmate. He trusted you, god he really did, but it worried him. He hadn’t loved like this since Peggy and when he lost her, it almost broke him and he didn’t know if he could do that again.

He kissed you softly and pulled away all too soon. People didn’t understand your relationship, they always questioned whether or not you could be in love with someone that wasn’t your soulmate and the answer you told them was always yes, you can be in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate. Soulmate didn’t mean romantic, soulmate could be platonic too. You told them that you got butterflies whenever Steve kissed you, you missed him every time he was gone, you thought of him all the time and you knew; you knew that he was made for you. People just didn’t understand.

“Let’s go, love,” Steve said as he pulled away, “I gotta show you off and tell the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” He just always knew exactly what to say, always knew how to lift you up and make you feel confident. Being a plus size woman dating Steve Rogers, America’s hunkiest superhero, it always made you feel a little insecure. When reporters or tabloids took a photo of the two of you together, the comments would always talk about you not being good enough for Steve. The media was a toxic place, that favoured white skinny people and hated everyone else. Your weight did not define your beauty or your worth. You were beautiful and you demanded respect. Steve was good for reminding you of that fact. He had been the one to tell you to wear this dress, he had told you that you looked like a Greek goddess and that Aphrodite herself would be jealous.

You had been to a few of Tony Stark’s parties before and each was always grander and wilder than the previous. This time though he had promised that it would be more intimate than the previous ones. Usually, half the city piled into the Stark Industries turned Avengers Tower and partied until dawn so you didn’t trust him when he said that it would be a more private event.

Low and behold, Tony Stark had been telling the truth! There were maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty guests, which was still a lot but it was a lot of people you knew. A lot of SHIELD employees were there, Maria, Fury, the guy that played Galactica (you really should learn his name). Tony had invited the team, family, friends, reporters and even... “Is that Paris Hilton?”

“Yeah,” Tony said, appearing at your back, “I built some tech for her dog Tinkerbell so that she could talk to her years ago. She’s pretty cool.”

“My god.”

“Welcome,” Tony grinned, “Champagne?” He asked, snapping his finger and suddenly, a waiter came to you and offered you and Steve two glasses of champagne. You took one and sipped at it, “Love that dress, (y/n), love the colour.” Tony winked at you before getting caught in a conversation with Pepper.

You looked down at your dress, “Yeah, love the colour,” you muttered sardonically. Steve glanced at you, feeling a pang of sadness for you, before pointing over to Nat and Sam. Natasha smiled at you, complimenting your dress and your hair.

“Steve said the colour goes well with my eyes. He said that it’s red.” you said with a smile.

Nat looked at your sadly, “Still nothing?”

You shook your head, “No. I mean, I’m half hoping that I’ll wake up one morning, look at Steve and it’ll happen. I wish it could’ve been him.”

You and Nat had become close over the year, she was funny and kind and she always made you feel better about anything that was going on. She could also be stubborn and sarcastic but she was such a good friend, “Anyway, enough about me,” you said with a smile, “Bruce made a move yet?”

Natasha smiled as she looked over to Bruce, “Uh, yeah, actually.”

“Shut up!” You grinned, taking another sip of your drink, “When? What happened?!”

“He asked me on a date.”

As Natasha spilled the beans on her and Banner’s painfully slow budding relationship, you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to Steve who stood a few feet away and hugged him. You didn’t notice Steve’s laughter and comment of, “It’s so good to see you, man.”

After a few minutes, Steve interrupts you and Natasha, “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s someone really important that I want you to meet.”

You cock your head, “Sure, who is it?”

You can’t see them, Steve’s figure hides whoever it is. Steve grins and you can tell whoever it is is super important to him, “(y/n), I’d love for you to meet my best friend. (y/n) meet Bucky and Bucky meet (y/n).”

Steve steps to the side and your eyes look up and suddenly, you’re staring into the most intense blue eyes, “Bucky...” You whisper as colour floods your senses. The black and white fades from view and instead, colour floods into your vision. There he is, Bucky, the best friend of your boyfriend and apparently... your soulmate.

Oh, fuck.

Bucky’s smile falls as colour floods into his vision and he finds himself staring into your eyes, the first colour that he saw; the first face he’d seen in colour; his soulmate. The two of you stare at the other, unable to move or speak. Steve watches the two of you curiously, “You two okay? Don’t tell me you hate each other already.” You didn’t know what to do. How could you tell your boyfriend that his best friend was your soulmate? You couldn’t. You knew that it would crush Steve. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

It’s Bucky who forces himself to look away from you and clears his throat, a smile plastered on his face, “No, just surprised that you never mentioned how beautiful (y/n) is.” He’s handsome, you’d known that for ages by all of the photos that Steve had shown you but he’s really handsome with a tanned complexion and short dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of (what you would soon learn to be) blue and they were lovely. They looked sad; haunted almost and had such intensity that it made you feel self-conscious the longer you stared at each other. He wore dark pants and a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his metal arm glinting in the light. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate.

Steve’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve heard so much about you,” you say, forcing a smile, “Steve talks about you all the time.”

Bucky extends his hand, almost unsure whether he wants to make physical contact with you. You look at his hand and up to his eyes before extending your own hand and shaking it. He has a firm handshake with calloused hands from years of dealing with weapons and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. There wasn’t a spark or that electricity that people talk about. People described touching their soulmate like being shocked yet it was just a hand and it was just for a second.

Bucky smiles as he drops his hand, “I hope it’s all good stuff he’s been saying.”

“Of course,” you say, “I thought you were Wakanda though.”

“I was,” Bucky nods, “but I’ve been free from HYDRA for a few months now and I felt confident enough to come home again.”

“Even got a new haircut,” Steve grins, reaching out to ruffle Bucky’s newly cropped in hair.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “You remember when you were the five foot four scrawny kid that could barely reach my head if you reached up? I miss that.”

Your head hurts from all of the bright colours; so many bright colours all around you that made you wince. You didn’t know how people just adapted to the bright colours. There were so many and you didn’t know what their names were, “Excuse me, I’m just going to get some air.”

You turned on your heel and left, trying to ignore Bucky’s eyes that bore into the side of your skull and instead walked towards Tony’s balcony. You could feel your breathing quicken as your heels tapped on the marble floors as panic rose in your chest along with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Turning the handle, you opened the balcony doors and slipped out. Thankfully no one else was here so you were free to express whatever emotion you wanted. You looked out at the city, away from the party, as you let yourself feel. The city was beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Your hands trembled as they clung to the railing, terrified of what was going to happen next. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, was your soulmate. Out of the seven billion people in the world and your soulmate just had to be your boyfriend’s best friend.

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm down your sense of panic as bile rose in your throat. Squeezing your eyes closed, you breathed in deeply through your nose, “You’re okay,” you whispered to yourself, repeating the mantra over and over.

You were so focused that you didn’t realise someone else had stepped outside with you and were approaching you, “Look at the sky,” the voice said; the voice that made a shiver creep down your spine, “It’s okay, just look to the sky, (y/n).”

Opening your eyes, you looked to the sky. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Bucky, “The night sky is the same as it always was; still dark with white stars. Slow your breathing down and focus on the stars.” You did as he instructed, forcing yourself to breathe slower and deeper and forcing yourself to look only at the stars. It was minutes later when your breathing was slow that you felt confident enough to look out at the city, “How you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” was all you said.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the railing and looking out, “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He asked, sparing you a glance, “Colours, I mean. I have no idea what each one is. I don’t know what’s blue or red or green but they’re beautiful.”

You nodded, “Yeah... What colour of eyes do you have?”

“I’ve been told blue, why?”

You pointed, “That colour. That billboard that’s talking about pizza. That’s blue. It’s the same colour as your eyes.” It was a lovely shade of blue actually; a deeper, more intense blue.

Bucky pointed to a flashing light across the way, “That’s the same colour as your dress.”

“Red. Steve told me that this dress is red.” You looked over at the light, “I’m too scared to look at the dress. It doesn’t feel right. He bought me this dress, he compliments how well it suits me and I’ve just discovered colour with his best friend.”

“I know... It’s the last thing I wanted or thought would happen.”

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred my soulmate be Loki, no offense, but that would’ve been much easier than this.”

Bucky laughed slightly, “I’ll drink to that.” He drained the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the ledge, “Steve told me all about you. Whenever we’d call, all he wanted to talk about was you.”

“All Steve liked to talk about was you,” you said to him, “I suppose we’re the greatest loves of his life right here, Peggy aside.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Told you about Peggy, huh?” You responded with an ‘of course’. Silence falls on the two of you and it’s Bucky who breaks the silence a minute later, “Look, it’s gonna be awkward. We can try and pretend this isn’t there but we’ll always know but... I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Shouldn’t we tell him?”

Bucky shrugs, “If that’s what you want.” I don’t know what I want right now. I want to have never met you, Bucky Barnes. I want to go home and to curl into bed with my boyfriend. I want black and white vision back, “This would... destroy him. I don’t know if I’m prepared to tell him, not yet at least. Could you?”

You thought about it, going through scenarios in your head, “I want to but... I don’t want hurt him.”

Bucky nods and looks out towards the cityscape again, “So, it’s decided. We keep it a secret and don’t worry, we can try and avoid each other and pretend that nothing’s happened... Deal?”

You nod, “Bucky... I’m sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologised but you felt a pang of guilt that you’re his soulmate and nothing can happen between the two of you.

Bucky laughs but you notice that it seems a little forced, “If only I’d met you first, doll, eh?” You laugh with him slightly, only quiet and only for a second, “I’m sorry too. This isn’t easy so I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to avoid me like I’m the plague,” you tell him, “I don’t want Steve to get suspicious but he’ll get suspicious if we’re never around each other...” Bucky nods and tells you that he understands, “My god, it’s all a bit complicated.”

You feel a pang of guilt again that you’d be hiding it from Steve but it’s for the best. At least for just now until you and Bucky kind of understood everything and got a hang of the new world in front of you. You didn’t want to lie to him but you couldn’t tell him this... not yet anyway. Bucky mirrors you and sighs, “It’s for the best.” He nods, “We’ll tell him eventually...”

Bucky gives you one last smile before he turns and leaves. He pauses and walks back over to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n).” He says sincerely, “You really are beautiful, Steve’s a lucky guy.”

You look up at Bucky and you know that anyone would kill for him to be their soulmate, “It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky,” you say, voice barely louder than a whisper, “It’s nice to finally know who my soulmate is even if it can never happen.”

He takes a breath before going inside and it’s then that you finally look down at your dress. The colour surprises you, it’s bright yet dark and deep and rich and it’s beautiful. Steve had done a good job picking this one out. You lift your head and notice Steve approaching from inside.

You turn your back to him, taking a deep breath, before he’s beside you, “I saw the two of you talking,” he says happily, “You like him?”

You turn to him, about to say something when you falter. His eyes. His marvellous blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Bucky’s, brighter. You find yourself melting into them. You love them. Steve says your name, snapping you out of your trance, “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head. Uh, yeah, he’s lovely,” you say with a quick smile, “He thinks really highly of you, Steve.”

Steve grins, “I’m so glad that the two of you get along, I was so worried in case you didn’t. I was even worried in case it turned out that you two were soulmates because Bucky sees black and white too!” Steve laughs and you want to cry. You want to blurt out the truth; you should have told him. Dear god, you should have told him then and there but you don’t. Instead you force a laugh and laugh with him. Steve notices nothing.

You talk for a few more minutes before you tell him that you’re really tired and have a migraine coming. It’s not a lie. “Can we go home?” Steve nods, shrugging his suit jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

“Let’s go.” He leads you back inside and you find yourself unable to look at anything other than the floor, “Let me say bye to everyone first, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple before weaving through the crowd to find the team and say bye. He’s back barely a moment later and as your leaving you accidentally bump into something hard; really hard.

“Jesus!” You hiss, grabbing your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry-” It’s Bucky. Of course it is. Of course. You can barely look him in the the eye longer than a second, “You okay? I promise the other one isn’t that hard.”

Steve mimics his question of asking if you’re okay, you nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve got a migraine, didn’t see you.”

“You know, I have a migraine coming on too,” Bucky says, rubbing his head. That was what finally seeing colour did to you, you supposed. “You two heading home?”

Steve nods, “Yeah... What about hanging out some point this week?” He asks Bucky, “You could come for dinner... Sunday?” Steve looks to you, “We’re not busy, are we?” You shake your head.

Bucky glances at you almost looking for your approval before he answers. You give the tiniest of nods and Bucky relaxes, “Yeah, sure. Sunday sounds great.”

Steve grins and the pair hug, “I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll set it up.”

As the pair say their goodbyes, you look up at Bucky, meeting those blue eyes. God, you just need to go home and sleep. Maybe this is all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and everything will be black and white again and the guilt will be gone. You muster up the strength to say goodbye to Bucky before Steve leads you out of Stark Tower.

It’s a long car ride home and you’re only fifteen minutes away in a car. The drive is long and all you can think about is Bucky, nothing romantic but more you couldn’t believe that your soulmate is Bucky. The universe is fucked up; getting off on causing the biggest love triangle of the 21st century.

Steve asks if you’re okay and all you can say is, “Tired.” He frowns at you, knowing something’s bothering you. He knows you the best out of anyone on his planet so he knows exactly when something’s wrong. He puts it down to the migraine and tiredness but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind as he drives you both home, something that makes him think that something else is wrong and bothering you.

As soon as you get to Steve’s apartment, you kick off your shoes and ask him to unzip you. He does and immediately, you step out of your dress and go to put some pyjamas on. He picks up your dress and follows you into the bedroom, “Are you sure that nothing is wrong?”

You sigh, “I’m fine, really. This migraine is just doing a number on me and I’m tired. I think I just need to sleep.” Steve lets you get dressed and brush your teeth. When you come back into the bedroom, he’s in bed waiting for you with a bottle of water and some migraine tablets, “God, I love you, Steve Rogers.” You take the medication and the water and set it down on the bedside cabinet.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead once you’re settled into bed, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Something you always envied about Steve was his ability to fall asleep quickly. He always said that it was a perk of the super solider serum. Within three minutes, Captain America is snoring beside you, arms wrapped around you tightly. You try to sleep but all you can think about, all you see when you close your eyes is Bucky’s piercing dark eyes staring into your soul. When you do get to sleep, those blue eyes haunt you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky can’t get your face out of his head. He lays on the floor of his apartment, the cold wood cooling the heat of his body. He can’t stop thinking about you. After years of wondering who his soulmate is he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it’s his best friends girl. Bucky sighs and rolls over.

If only I met you first, doll, eh?

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A Year of Glitter

Part 6- teen rated

Glitter series

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Marinette had not been expecting a knock at her window. It was late and she should already be in bed but she had kept herself up playing the newest version of Ultimate Mecha Strike. Luckily she didn’t have to work tomorrow. She did have some errands to run and at this rate if she didn’t finish up soon she would have to struggle to get them done during the open hours if she were to get any sleep. She shuffled over to the window with a bit of a smile. She had a very good idea who was there. She only wished she was wearing something cuter than her ratty old tee and leggings. Her hair was probably a disaster too.

When she opened the window it was very clear that Red Hood would not care about her appearance but she was very worried about his. He struggled to get through the window being careful not to bump what she suspected were many injuries. Last time he climbed through the window she had been impressed with the ease with which he slid his large frame through. Now he struggled to get through the opening and he seemed to be in pain no matter which way he moved. She looked over at her couch. It was perfect for her. It fit in the space and had been a good price. She could fit on it laying down if she curled her legs up. He would not fit on it; she instead made the quick decision to get him into her bed.

She was very happy she had not gone for the twin bed. It would have been fine for her, she was not very big but that size frame would have broken under the weight of his larger frame. He was barely helping her remove his armor. She was worried about how injured he might be if he couldn’t even remove it. She found one spot on his arm that had been slashed through the armor and would possibly need stitches. She finished removing the armor from his chest and moved down to removing the armor from his legs when he finally moved to remove his helmet. He smirked at her as she looked up at him.

“If I had known a little cut was all it took to have you push me into your bedroom and undress me, I would have done it sooner,” he said.

Marinette’s face burned. She shoved him into the bed harder than was necessary or was probably wise, considering his injuries. But he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her down with him. He groaned loudly when she landed right on top of his chest. She tried to move off him but his other arm went to her hip and held her there. She had definitely imagined herself straddling him on her bed as she was now, but in her scenario he hadn’t been injured and bleeding in her bed.

“I’m hurting you worse. You are going to have to let me go so I can help you,” she said.

“I think a kiss will make it all better.”

“You are bleeding and probably need stitches. Kissing won’t help with that and you clearly have other injuries that will need to be treated.”

“Trying to get me out of the rest of my clothes, I see. I’ll let you look at them if you try my way too. Kiss it all better.”

She could tell it was still hurting him when he pulled her arms so she was against his chest but she moved closer and kissed him anyway. He used one hand to wrap around the back of her thigh and hold her close and with his other arm he lifted himself up on his elbow to meet her. She pushed herself to him but she tried to keep her weight off since she didn’t know where he was hurt under his clothes. He pushed her closer with the hand on her thigh so she slid up, pulling herself to him by his shoulders. She held his face in her hands and returned his kiss. After a moment he shifted to get off his elbow so he could wrap his other arm around her. She could feel his lips make a wince as he went flat on his back and she shifted on top of him again.

She tried to move off him again but he turned to the side so he was on his arm that wasn’t still bleeding. She couldn’t get herself to care enough about his injuries while he was so focused on kissing so she moved into a better position and returned her focus to his kisses. She loved the feel of being against his side without the armor. She gasped as he slid his hand up her back and rested his thumb just under her breast. She forgot all about the possibility of hurting him when his thumb moved back and forth. She jumped a little at the touch and that was the final movement to get him to groan and suck in a breath.

“Oh, I hurt you,” she said, jumping up. “You were already hurt and I made it worse.”

“It was my idea to test if kissing would make everything better. I did forget about how much I was hurting for most of the time.”

“I never should have gone along with it. I’ll go get my first aid kit.”

She returned quickly and nearly dropped the kit when she saw him. He was still wearing his very flattering jeans, but he had removed his shirt. She would like to pretend the shock was from the bruising down his back and across his chest to the hip on one side but it was definitely not what had rendered her speechless. He seemed to know that as he smirked at her and walked right up to her.

“To get a proper test of my suggested healing method you will have to apply the kisses directly to the affected area. Are you up for it?”

“I think your arm needs stitches. I’ve only done them once. Do you have someone who can do it for you if I bandage it?”

“I probably do, if it isn’t something you are comfortable with. Are you going to help me with the bruises?”

“What if you have broken ribs? You just want me to kiss you all over.”

“I’m almost certain I have at least one cracked rib but it isn’t so bad.” He stepped right up to her again and whispered huskily. “I absolutely want you to kiss me all over. I think it would help me feel better.”

“Let’s take care of that cut first. Do you want anything for the pain? I have ibuprofen.”

“That is probably for the best. I have a feeling you are about to hurt me.”

“I will have to clean it pretty good, but I will kiss it and make it all better.”

“With a promise like that I can handle anything.”

He leaned over to kiss her one more time before turning so she could clean and bandage his cut. Marinette knew it was probably hurting him but he didn’t make a sound. He just watched her carefully cleaning it. He held still except for his hand that he reached over to place on her leg. He just left it sitting there but would move his hand across her knee periodically. She didn’t know if he was just enjoying touching her or if he would do that when the pain was sharp. She closed it with butterfly clips and then covered it with a bandage. When it was covered she leaned down to his arm and kissed it carefully.

He moved his hand to her hair and pushed it away from her face. After the third time she kissed along the laceration he pulled her to him and gave her a heated kiss. She returned the kiss enthusiastically but pulled away quickly. She had him hold her makeshift cold packs made from various frozen foods that wouldn't be too harmed from melting a bit, to his bruising on the side as she turned him around to reach his back. She cleaned the skin first to make sure there were no abrasions but then she started at the top by his shoulders and kissed her way down his back. Almost the entire thing was bruised. It was very dark in some places and she hated to think about what had happened to cause it. When she got to the bottom she slowly folded the top of his pants down slowly so she could kiss the very bottom of the bruise. She was delighted at how he sucked in his breath when she did it. She was fairly certain that she was the cause and not the pain.

They adjusted the ice packs to his back and he laid on them and a pillow so she could get started on the front. Red Hood held her still this time for several minutes to kiss her before letting her get along with her healing kisses. He groaned when he released her and Marinette had to catch her breath before she continued. She took a moment to run her hands down his bare chest. The man had to have been forced into a life of crime because every bit of him she could see was absolutely criminal.

She did the same with his chest, cleaning and checking for any broken skin. There were a couple small cuts on his neck that she didn’t bother with bandages but she kissed very thoroughly moving across to his shoulder and his chest. She moved with her hands and mouth down his whole chest and to his side. He was getting restless. She didn’t think he was acting like he was ticklish, more like he was trying to stop himself from stopping her and taking charge. She didn’t know which way she preferred but she was enjoying taking her time. Being still was what he needed to heal so it was for the best.

He looked as disappointed as she felt when she finished. She collected the bags of frozen foods and moved them to the fridge. She would have to find a way to use them pretty quickly. She turned back and he was right behind her. He pushed her against the fridge and had his turn to take charge. Marinette clung to him trying to only hold the places she knew weren't bruised. They were both breathless when he pulled away. They spent a moment just standing there against each other before he shifted.

She knew that signaled he would be leaving now. She wanted to ask him to stay but it was probably a bad idea. Even if he just slept here it opened a whole new level to their interactions that she was not ready for. The kisses were nice. But at the end of the day even amazing, passionate kisses were just kisses. She wasn’t ready for more and he wasn’t pushing. They didn’t even know each other’s names. The one thing she knew about him for sure was that he was a crime lord. She wasn’t one to judge, but she wasn’t really sure if she could see a future there. Even any sort of relationship without a future could be complicated.

She helped him get his armor back on and he kissed her soundly before he put his helmet back on. She could no longer see his eyes when he looked back at her through the window but she knew he was looking in hers. She also knew she was fooling herself by even thinking that they didn’t have a relationship. Even with no names and no strings there was every possibility of this being complicated.

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