#to 'I am going to ship them with each other AND a roller coaster in so many AUs in defiance of man and God'

[victorluvsalice]

Valice Calendar: Happy "Started Thinking Of Fanfic" Anniversary!

Hi everyone! We're back to acknowledging the final few important dates on the Valice( r) Calendar, and today could be seen as a real doozy -- it's the first date I could find in my old LiveJournal entries where I mentioned wanting to write Victor/Alice fanfic! Again, the entry itself is probably fairly incomprehensible if you weren't already familiar with me and my quirks back then (like talking to myself about my day in the guise of chatting with my fifteen million AU versions of Doc Brown -- yes, the whole "how many fucking AUs do you have" thing was well-established even then), but the gist of it was that I'd just completed NaNoWriMo, and was looking for a new writing project! And because I was already considering how to add versions of Victor and Alice to this LJ RP game I was part of at the time ("Beyond The Rift," where people from other worlds were falling into an alternate Chicago full of magic-users and demons and angels via "rifts" that gave them weird superpowers -- it was a bizarre, if fun, game), I found myself thinking a lot of how I might get them to meet in a way that didn't involve chucking them both into another universe. This was BEFORE Alice: Madness Returns was a thing, remember, so I didn't have "Victor getting chucked off to Dr. Bumby" as a crutch! I ended up just skirting the issue for my first few fanfics (such as the very first one, "Suffocating"), and then came up with "maybe Victor and Alice met as kids once" (leading to "By The Riverside"), and then started doing stuff with Alice having an uncle, Charles, who was a solicitor and thus might be involved with the Van Dorts (this is the origin of the Uncle Charles and Aunt Susan who show up in the Secundus Verse, which itself was prompted by me getting into steampunk and having what I thought was a cool mega-crossover idea for NaNoWriMo one year), and then A:MR came out, and I came up with the "hey, what if Victor got sent to Dr. Bumby because his parents didn't believe him about Emily?" idea (leading to the Forgotten Vows Verse) and then --

Um. Well. We can see how far I've come, can't we? ^^; (Though admittedly, the "fanfic" tag on this tumblr also includes non-Valice fanfics from me (generally gift fics for friends), and fanfics from other people, Valice-related (like "Beneath A Broken Sky") and non-Valice-related.) But yeah -- I think I've gotten over whatever mental hurdles I had before regarding finding a way to get them together for fanfic purposes. XD

[tweed-tune-on-friday]

Here’s my opinion on feanger

☆Since inside out 2 is coming out in June 2024, and we just got the trailer. I wanted to talk about one of the of the popular ships in the inside out, fandom which is feanger now I’m going to be stating my opinion and my personal thoughts on the ship  now before you go in the common section and say “ didn’t anger beat up fear in the movie” yes I am aware so there’s going to be some major character development and improvement on anger side.

☆now my opinion is that they both have giving and receiving qualities that will could keep their relationship healthy and good for instants fear could teach anger how to handle his emotions in a healthy manner. [Yes, I said his emotions] and anger could help fear learn how to stand up for himself, and be a little more confident [Yes, I noticed that fear lacks a little bit of confidence] now the big question is how would feanger work and how would it start? well, the simple answer is their dynamic is how when they would work think about it a hothead who’s all about fairness and they scared safety freak it would be interesting to see their dynamic more if the writers let us see more of their dynamic and how would they would interact with each other now it would just have to be the way of them, incorporating it now how would it start? It would most likely have to start with anger, apologizing to fear about the way he was treating him and fear understanding they start slowly building a friendship with each other until they slowly start developing feelings for one another, it confuses the both of them. They’ve never felt this feeling before a mixed in with their dynamic then it would be a roller coaster for both of them. I could definitely see fear keeping his feelings to himself Meanwhile, anger just straight up denies the fact that he has feelings for fear, and it would most likely end with them both confronting the fact that they have feelings for each other they would choose to take it slow,this is new to them, but if they want to have a good relationship, they’re going to have to learn how to navigate this new path that they’re now on.

[snootlestheangel]

Another SoapGaz Bromance Rant

As many of you should know by now, I am like the biggest advocate for the SoapGaz Bromance, but that also means Ghost and Gaz having a bro-ship. Not a bromance, but more like brothers in a way.

I have a couple other posts about this here and here; the second one being a short fic

ANYWAYS

What I'm trying to get at is I need more Ghost and Gaz bonding. There is no way in hell that either one of them is going to have the relationship they do with Soap without being more than just teammates.

The first post I linked does a much better job putting this all into words, so I suggest you read it first. It is late, my brain is fried from stress, and I am determined to get this out.

So now I'm thinking about all the times Ghost and Gaz have done something together, just the two of them, to get to know the other better. Yeah, it definitely starts out being just for Soap. They start out bonding and getting to know each other all because of Soap. Because Soap clearly loves both of them so much and he shouldn't have to choose. So they fix that. They start to get more comfortable with the other for the sake of Soap.

But then they realize they just enjoy each other's company. It's definitely nowhere near the same as Ghost and Soap's relationship, nor even Gaz and Soap's relationship, but it's definitely now more than "just teammates that became friends simply because of a third party".

It's a brotherly relationship.

It's Big Brother Ghost feeling those same protective feelings he had with Tommy. Seeing the innocence still there in Gaz and deciding to do anything in his power to protect that innocence; to protect Gaz. It's Ghost seeing that Gaz is stressed out and making sure he still finds the time to take care of himself. It's always brushed off with an excuse about how he doesn't want one of his men compromised because they skipped lunch or some shit. But they both know and understand that it's because Ghost cares about him.

It's Little Brother Gaz freaking out over something and seeking comfort/safety in the presence of Ghost. It's Gaz realizing he still has so much to learn when he watches Ghost train/teach recruits. It's Gaz helping Ghost get out of his shell by teasing him about his "crush" (ie teasing him about his relationship with Soap). It's Gaz being so annoying about it that it actually makes Ghost smile when he can tell Gaz off because "he's my boyfriend, dammit!".

It's Gaz dragging Ghost to various places (with or without Soap) to help heal his inner child because the last thing you want goddammit is for your best mate's boyfriend to not know what it's like to ride a fucking roller coaster. And yeah, Ghost grumbles that he's been in plenty of helicopters, isn't that the same thing? And Gaz just being absolutely floored because "No, it isn't!". What kind of friend would he be if he let Soap continue to date a man that's never had fucking cotton candy?! That's never watched the classic Disney movies?? That's never built a pillow fort?? A horrible friend is what!

It's Gaz helping Soap get little things for Ghost when the man spends too long looking at them in the little shops in town nearby base. It's Gaz helping Ghost figure out how to word properly so he can express his undying love for Soap (read as Gaz trying desperately to stop being the middle man because for fuck's sake they're already together, why does he still have to put up with this shit??)

It's Gaz and Ghost getting into intense prank wars because Gaz thought he was tough shit and decided to mess with Ghost one day and it just escalated.

But ya know what else their relationship is?

It's Ghost coming back to base one day and finding Gaz alone in a room, shaking and crying. It's Ghost sitting there with his friend, offering a hand just in case. It's Ghost helping Gaz get through a really bad panic attack because if anyone knows how to cope with those, it's him.

It's Gaz staying up with Ghost on the nights Johnny isn't there and he's having trouble fighting back the nightmares. It's Gaz keeping him distracted with stupid memes because of course Ghost is "such a boomer, how do you not know this meme??" And it's the laughter that makes Ghost feel good enough to fall asleep on the couch, even if he gets an earful from Gaz in the morning about falling asleep on his leg.

And at the end of the day, it's Soap watching quietly from the doorway, having gotten back early, watching as Ghost and Gaz trade insults towards the awful movie they're watching together. Soap is smiling, never having been happier. Cause yeah it's a little fucked up, but that's Simon's family right there, laughing and sharing a bowl of popcorn with him.

[cross-my-heartt]

thoughts about the finale from what I can remember right now:

[SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT]

They finally did it. They finally put their foot down about rescuing Crosshair and if there's anything that's gonna tide me over until season 3 it's THAT SINGLE CONVERSATION

We got a quality moment with Tech and Phee, so quality that I think I actually ship them now. (HAHA BUT FRICK ME BECAUSE THAT WAS ACTUALLY FORESHADOWING) I was worried when they didn't show her last episode because I thought they were just going to tease a fun comic relief kind of ship instead of, you know, having the characters be there for each other during important moments. As it should be You can't just put Phee in a side pocket and expect her to disappear when stuff gets serious.

That moment where they all look at Wrecker in sync is something I'll tuck under my pillow and look at when I feel like crying. This show has no right to be this funny before taking a sledgehammer to our hearts.

I was begging any god that would listen that the other infiltrators were clones, like I wanted it to be Cody so badly in that moment. I even think I heard DBB's voice when one of the commandos spoke and my pulse skyrocketed But no it was Gerrera. Which, okay plot reasons, and good plot reasons but still 🥲 Man but they really outdid themselves with the plot, it's actually crazy good. Such a roller coaster.

Kudos for actually letting one of the officers defend the clones. That's good writing. Realistically it makes sense and you don't get the feeling that they're all one dimensional psychos. As a side note I was impressed that one of the baddies (the one responsible for surveillance) had an accent other than posh British. And then I realized it was German 😂 like... c'mon guys

TECH. TECH MY MAN. YOU ABSOLUTE AMAZING INCREDIBLE BREATHTAKING LITTLE DUDE. I'm sorry guys but he stole it. Gave Crosshair a run for his money. I salute our little nerd for being the biggest bamf tcw has ever seen in that moment. The sass, the style, the one linery of it all. Of course he's not dead. You can't kill a character like that, you just physically (and metaphorically) can't.

I literally don't know how they'll recover from a trauma like that. They think he's dead. They watched him plunge to the ground. I am unwell (on their behalf).

So glad that AZI was incorporated back into the plot. The little dude deserves it and we love to see him.

'I liked goggles' 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 girl you better know how to perform miracles because that's the only thing that's redeeming you now

Wrecker was wiping tears when they talked about Tech. They were trying so hard to be strong for her. They were in agony on the inside and they still tried so hard for her. Wrecker was shaking his head when Hemlock offered Hunter the exchange, they are ready and willing to die on the spot for her I-

'who knew clones could be so... paternal' *cue shot of Hunter's face* *cue me being deceased on the floor*

AHFSEGFHJRDGHARDGRHGR that's it, everything that happens next is just AHRJHEASGFHJEGFHFRDGG. don't expect me to be more coherent than this

I didn't know they could animate Kaminoans to emote but dang they did a good job with Nala Se.

I'd given up hope of seeing Crosshair's face these episodes but we got him and Omega in one scene together and I guess that goes to the 'help me survive until season 3' pile.

I know we'd already clocked Emerie as a clone and fishy but there's nothing more satisfying than good foreshadowing paying off. This show doesn't give us cheap subversion but actually good plot twists where it's appropriate and they don't make the audience feel like fools by feeding us false clues. Mad respect for that. I don't think we realize how rare that it these days.

Finally, I'll need all of you to hold my hand after this, please-

[akalikai]

Hello! I just finished reading "Are You Mr. Schadenfreude?" on Ao3! And dare i say it is the best fic I've ever read yet, LIKE I'M NOT KIDDING the amount of suspense, thriller and horror.. I was at the edge of my seat and not to mention how well written the whole story is and the lore itself is just so 😩😩😩.. I am not familiar with vocaloid and even the music video (sorry!) itself but I did watch it just after reading the fic and how impressed I was that you came up with your own version and even wrote it in a MONTH 80k words and all, kudos to you <3.

I was having goosebumps throughout reading the fic! I LOVE the dynamic between wonhan and especially I've been addicted their 'This Man' album since it was released and how they were stuck together like glue and the moments they share together was adorable and as a jeonghan biased myself (i have 6 biases actually hehe) i love every bit of it and I fell in love with the characters and the fic itself. Another thing I'd like to point out is the way you portrayed their relationships that can be interpreted as romantic and/or platonic so that readers can enjoy more of the story. Aside from wonhan, i also adored the dynamic each members have with each other and then there's verkwan VERKWAN FOR THE WIN! I was devastated when both of them died and I was awestruck to find out that seungkwan did it to avoid vernon from suffering the same fate with the others and that my friends is love and if that's not love I don't know what is. I was saddened that all of them have met their deaths whether they were murdered or have ended themselves BUUUUUT HELLO THE PLOT TWIST??? I was clearly not expecting for wonwoo to wake up and then it goes back to beginning but then I understand it was his turn to break the cycle like wonwoo was the real mvp here, basically the whole story was supposed to be in hoshi's timeline but man's was sidetracked and ended getting killed earlier in the story (still love him tho but a huge facepalm for him). At the beginning of the fic I was caught off guard that jun had died immediately like it was so sudden but I was pleasantly surprised to find him still alive the end and was working below the church to try and help his friends and speaking of the devil... I really can't put my finger on it but since the beginning I've been very suspicious of minghao, but I did suspect either jeonghan or wonwoo to be the devil but I was more suspicious of minghao and the scream I let out when it was actually him who the was the devil though I have to admit it was pretty conflicting but in a good way lol.

It was fun spotting easter eggs all throughout the fic that connects with gose and for real though the fic was definitely a mix of bad clue, don't lie and ego as the og lore is similar to a mafia game and I absolutely ADORE how you came up with your twist. I'm gonna be honest it was the BEST read, I've been so invested in a fic before like how invested I was in the fic and not to mention the endless roller coaster of emotions I've read throughout, you really did pour all your hard work on this one and I really really appreciate it!!! ('appreciate' is an understatement) There are a lot more words to say but I think I'll stop here, I've been rambling too much lol. Please excuse my English as it's not my mother tongue.

HELLO???? OMG THIS IS SO SWEET IM GONNA SCREAM

I'm so flattered oh my lord I was kicking my feet and giggling as I read this you're SO sweet

I'll be totally honest, there was one specific scene that really made me want to write this and I actually drew it here. This was the catalyst for this whole fic I saw this scene and I was like "wonhan. i need to draw wonhan like this" and yeah here we are. honestly I was NOT expecting it to be like 88k, I thought I'd have barely enough for 30k 😭😭

Wonhan has been a new recent obsession for me (same as you, This Man really made me go OH HELLO WONHAN) their dynamic reminds me a lot of a ship I like (wangxian from MDZS, jeonghan reminds me of wei wuxian and wonwoo reminds me of lan wangji). I actually wrote a wonhan fic based on wonhan (and I'm gonna add a chapter to it soon as well ehehe)

Writing their relationships as ambiguous was so nice as an aroace person who feels strong feelings that aren't entirely romantic but not platonic either. Jeonghan-biases unite, as I was writing it I literally went "if I'm in love with him, everyone is in love with him". Verkwan are sooooo they're so soulmates (in whatever way)

Wonwoo being the one to figure it out is kind of like him in Ego because he figured out almost everything but he just got caught by the time limit. If it weren't for that, I think Wonwoo could have figured it out.

As for Jun, I really love seeing his caring side because he cares SO MUCH for the members. That's why I wrote him quietly helping his friends because that reminds me of him in the early days, even when he couldn't communicate, he was always silently helping everyone.

As for Myungho, I wanted to channel the energy he had in Bad Clue because the final confrontation between him and Mingyu was sooooo like it had me SWEATING. But at the same time, I couldn't make him ACTUALLY want to hurt his friends, Myungho would never do that. Hence the binding ritual ending I came up with. But I'm so glad you like my plot twists!!

The Easter eggs were my favorite part everytime I wrote one I was giggling a little bit.

Thank you so much, seriously, I'm so glad you enjoyed it so much, especially since I think this was probably one of my favorite fics I've written, so it makes me so happy that you like it so much!!

(Idk how much svt I will write other than my ongoing kpopfic Only You and adding a chapter to my wonhan fic, but I'm glad you enjoyed this!)

[nerd-artist]

tag game (Horizon)

Thanks @singingkestrel for tagging me! This was fun!

1. ride or die ship (your otp):

Ereloy. When I first played HZD and Erend made his first appearance I didn't like him a bit because I prejudge him as the alpha male stereotype, but then the writers began to unwrap his layers, revealing the cinnamon bun inside him and I ended the game by being in love with that big Oseram and his mohawk. I shipped them then, when they had the two minutes conversation, but my obsession started with The Daunt reunion in HFW when he couldn’t avoid being upset because she left without saying goodbye, and then Aloy closing his wounds by defeating Asera in First Forge by his side, and Singularity with all those flirty lines and the side hug. I’ve always thought they were going to be end game (and I still hope we can choose that in H3). They care for each other so much, I can see them living happily together and I need to witness it.

2. most annoying ship: Ship and let ship. We’re all here to enjoy so if your ship makes you happy, there’s nothing wrong with that (unless they are sisters, that's it, that’s the annoying one for me).

3. second favourite ship: the second ship involving Aloy that makes more sense to me is Hawk and Thrush, and also involving the Sunhawk there is Kotalanah that has a special place in my heart (what can I say, they have chemistry).

4. favourite platonic relationship: I love the friendship between Erend and Varl there was so much complicity between them, makes me so sad that we only could enjoy it for a short time and now I hope we can see Erend having a similar relationship with Kotallo. Also Aloy and Zo, I need to see that friendship evolve even more in the next game, Aloy is going to need her wise advice.

5. underrated ship: This one is underrated mostly because it only exists in my head: GAIA/Gildun. Just imagine them having daily long-distance calls and then Gildun going to the base to meet her. The calculations GAIA is making at that moment let her know she is experiencing love and we can see her smile for the first time…

6. overrated ship: I don't know, I don't think there is one.

7. one thing i would change in canon: A lot of us agree, Varl’s death was unnecessary, Aloy had already lost Rost, she didn't need to lose a friend too to know how important people can be for her. Also, the way they wrote some characters in HFW and some plots in BS. But what I think is the big mistake is to have wasted the opportunity to make Aloy and Beta bond in Burning Shores, she could have been helping Aloy a lot more from the distance, giving us some cute sisterly moments. I hope they fix this in the next game.

8. something canon did right: A lot of things! That’s why I love these games! HZD is almost perfect, that game made me go through a roller coaster of feelings and I’ll never forget that.

Aloy’s personality evolution. You can clearly see the difference between HZD Aloy and herself at the end of HFW but it’s not forced, she learned through the way to get there.

The lack of prejudices. Obviously there are conflicts between tribes, mostly because of the different religions, but the Horizon world is showing us how humanity would be without racism and without homophobia, Guerrilla is doing a great job there.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I am very proud to be part of the Focus On The Heart team, a visual novel fan game. It is a huge project that I believe a lot of Horizon fans are going to enjoy when it’s done.

Also I’m proud of my Horizon’s characters as Greek Gods series of fanarts. I got distracted by other illustrations I needed to draw, but I plan to keep on doing them at some point.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Gildun! He is a light in the darkness, but I want to talk about Zo because she is also perfect and she is very underrated. She is fierce but she is also lovely. She joined Aloy although that meant to deny all her beliefs. She confronted the Utaru chorus in the past and she doesn't hesitate to do the same when it’s needed. We meet a very interesting character and I hope that the fact she is pregnant doesn't mean she is not going to have an important role in the next game because that would send a very wrong message.

11. the character I relate to the most and why: I never thought about this until now, but I guess I can relate to Beta, all the traumas of her past aside and I’m way more social than she is but... I work remotely and my hobbies are almost the same as my job so I’m always indoors in front of a screen, like she is (using her focus constantly). She is also afraid of a lot of things, which is essentially my everyday mood. I can relate to Erend sometimes because I tend to make fun of myself to hide my insecurities.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: AMADIS, but also, The Quen as a tribe (not talking about individual characters here), they have the best outfits and they are sailors, and that is great… it is their society which is very disgusting, nothing good could come if it’s inspired by a start-up structure. I also don't like Carja. Anything imperialist makes me wanna puke.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: I’ve learned what to be in a fandom means, this is the first time in my (long) life that I join one, I’ve been screaming about other games and series before but mostly to myself and to friends that didn't fully understand me, to be able to talk freely about blorbos (a word I didn't knew existed until last year) with the lovely people I’ve met it’s truly a relieve. Also I think (and I hope🙏) being in this fandom and this obsession is helping me improve my English.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, it’s not unrequited they’re just dumbasses (and some others I don't want everyone to know 😉).

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I come with knives by IAMX, I can see Aloy singing it to herself to stop her from having meaningful relationships.

tagging: You don't need to answer if you don't want to (sorry if you have already been tagged) and everyone is welcome to do it although you haven't been tagged @sorbetowl @meg-noel-art @chloefraazers @kittleskittle @hartlesshart @emtazer @xxxhellfireravenxxx @bookmancer-legendarium @boobaloof (edit because I wanted to tag @artekai too and I forgot 🥲)

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Summer Ship asks for TyHil (because a) if i reblogged this i wouldn't get a single ask, b) who's stopping me lol)

🌼 Who likes to go outdoors and who prefers to stay inside?

In the summer Hilary prefers to stay inside, have late-night at-home movie dates or bake/cook together. Tyson is a beach person through and through (am I ever letting go of my surfer hc NO) and in order to get Hilary out and about, he has to make a lot of promises about doing extra chores or studying. But it's all worth it in the end when Hilary steps out in a bikini.

👙Who got a new swimsuit that the other can’t stop looking at?

Hilary 🧜🏻‍♀️ Tyson 😳

🩴Who breaks their flip flops?

Oddly enough, Hilary and Tyson finds it annoying since when they do go to the beach she just curls up in a corner with a book and doesn't move about, so how does she manage to break it every single time 🧐

🐚Who likes collecting shells?

Tyson, and then he gives the best ones to Hilary. Which isn't a great idea since she's a hoarder so by the time they're old, she just has jars and jars full of shells given to her by Tyson.

Sometimes Tyson keeps the really good finds to show to his father whenever they meet.

🌞Who handles the heat better?

Tyson, Hilary complains a lot and never lends her handheld electric fan to anyone.

⛈Who’s afraid of thunderstorms?

Also Hilary, but she wouldn't exactly be scared of it, but just that they maker her uncomfortable and she prefers not to be alone when it's happening.

🌈Who enjoys the longer days the most?

I think this would really depend on the phase of their lives. When they're in school together then both of them would love longer days because that would mean being able to spend more time in each other's company. When they're in uni or when they start working, then they just want the day to get over so they can get home and see each other again.

⭐️Who likes to look at stars?

Tyson because he has a faint memory of his father pointing out the constellations to him when he was little, Hilary also becomes interested in astronomy after Tyson mentions this. And then she becomes the person Tyson goes to with all his questions astronomical questions.

🌊Freshwater or saltwater?

Tyson would love saltwater because he likes to swim/surf in the ocean during summers, Hilary likes freshwater because she enjoys sitting by a pond on a spring morning.

🍉Which one loves watermelon? Who spits the seeds like it’s a sport? Or who hates the seeds?

They both love watermelon and they definitely compete over who can spit the seeds out faster. Every now and then Tyson lets Hilary win so he can see her celebrate unabashedly.

🫐Do they like to go berry picking? Who picks the most berries? Who eats more than they pick?

This would be something that Hilary would plan for the two of them just so they can avoid going to the beach for a day. Tyson will obviously eat more berries than he picks and then sulk when Hilary finishes off with a larger amount than him.

🥩Who’s grilling? What are they grilling?

I can see Tyson as one of those guys who're really particular about their grilling equipment and techniques. They probably bring out the grill for cookouts and beach parties so Tyson would probably choose to grill some meat.

🛶Who’s never been on a kayak/canon? Do they tip over?

Hilary's probably never been because Tyson keeps teasing her about how he will tip her over.

✈️Do they travel over the summer? Where to?

I think when they're in their 20s they'd travel during every vacation they get, especially during the summers I can see them making plans to visit Max in America, or Rei in China. But when their kids are born, they prefer to do more domestic trips and save international travels for special occasions.

🎢Are they amusement park people? If so, what’s their favorite ride?

They weren't really until they decided to have 4 kids with wildly different personalities who can only ever agree on doing one activity together, riding a roller coaster. Hilary sits this one out though.

[everysongineverykey]

kris and/or noelle?

ooough i don't wanna choose. i'll do them both💙

sexuality headcanon: well noelle is a lesbian obviously. kris i've never really thought about much in that regard! i'll go with aroace because projection babey

otp: suselle for noelle obviously. don't really ship kris with anyone

brotp: hmm. kris and susie OBVIOUSLY. as for noelle... yeah okay she and berdly are great besties. burnt out gifted kids held to impossible expectations support each other <3

notp: uhhh just. kris and anyone i guess? krerdly is funny sometimes though. i've never liked kris/elle either. dunno why, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth

first headcanon that pops into my head: noelle and kris were both made to take piano lessons when they were very young but kris was the only one who really stuck with it and enjoyed it. noelle found it too hard with her hooves and dess, who could play guitar with her hooves just fine, always made fun of her for this

favorite line: ooohhh noelle has several good ones. "i... guess? maybe that's... why i couldn't stop watching?" (in response to susie asking if she's scared of fireworks) and "you're the... GOOD kind of scary." and "even with my eyes open, there were times when i wasn't even sure we were friends... but there, with my eyes closed, it felt like a concert just for me." they're all soooo. 💙 unfortunately kris has no lines as of yet. big fan of dialogue options like "i am going to touch the cheese" though. the quiet resolve :)

secondhand embarrassment: not really anything? noelle's awkward conversation with susie on the roller coasters is never fun though

way i relate to them: i am literally a noelle-coded kris girl (gender-neutral) this is perfect for me. for kris there's the emotional instability and the autism and the reserved nature and the trouble really connecting with people and the inability to really recognize oneself in the mirror (helloooo trans-coded possession arc) and with noelle there's the people-pleasing and the chronic need to repress all your emotions to make other people happy!

cinnamon roll or problematic fave: i hate unironically describing characters as cinnamon rolls lol. anyway imo both of them have done unkind or dumb things but they're teenagers with weird lives and i forgive them and i know they will grow and change💙 faves :]

[takeariskao3]

I just reread tpfy and I’m honestly so obsessed with this story! Your writing is just incredible!

Also, who do Ron and Hermione ending up with in this universe if not with each other?

I am personally not a huge Romione fan in canon. I get it, I do, but I also don’t know if I could see them actually working out…

so when i originally started this i wanted to write a three part fic and they were going to be ten chaps each and they were going to be the most self-indulgent stories & tropes of plot lines i really wanted to see for my fav hp ships but i wanted to tie them all together into one au universe.. now obviously the whole ten chap thing didn’t work out but i’ve still got parts 2 & 3 very much in mind as i’m writing and finishing the path from you.

just to qualify this one more time: i am a multishipper. i enjoy many pairings of the same characters (ron & hermione included) so with that being said

the path from you was always going to be harry/ginny centric but also setting the ground work for potential follow up romances

part 2 (tentatively titled ‘before our time’) will feature ron/padma and neville/pansy

part 3 (tentatively titled ‘all i’ve yet to be’) will be draco/hermione

tpfy harry and ginny will weave in and out of these stories heavily as active side characters to tie it all together. i realize i’ll have different audiences for each fic but if you come along for the whole roller coaster ride that’d be really cool too 💜

[tiaopadeiro]

LA PETITE MORT

The Master and the Doctor were standing in front of each other, well, they were a little time with their tongues mute and dry throats. Who was the first to suggest that meeting? They couldn’t tell, it was a good idea that morning. By the way, she was thinking about one billion things at the exact moment and him as well. He took a long look at her, he loved to look at those silly green eyes and her pinkish cheeks and her insolent pose.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said. “This time I am not lying.” He almost looked like an angel when he smiled that way.

“How can I trust in you?”

“Not trusting.” He opened a cynical smile. “C’mon, if you came it means that I still have some credits with you.” He offered his arms to her as an English gentleman.

“I must watch you closely.” She put her left arm on him.

“Look at this little pretty place, Doc.” He takes a deep breath. “The rain it’s almost coming, the good or the bad omen, it’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“I’m almost sure that you cheated when we planned the place.”

“You cheated first, so I got you before you got me.”

“I let you win, sweetie.” She contemplated the place, her hearts was getting warm as she walked, the wind was in fact refreshing, the sky was a pink watercolor like a flamingo with two beautiful moons lighting a silver halo and in the horizon was possible to see the bridge that connected that planet with its twin planet. They were in the Andromeda Galaxy on a planet called Eros. “I let you in, because it’s a pretty charming place.”

“Hm, you’re pretty too.” His mouth was faster than his thoughts.

“Are you flirting with me?” She provoked him.

“Of course, I am.” He looked at her lips.

“Ok, I got it.”

They were still walking together and in a comfort silence, the streets were like being on Earth, in East Asia, everything was so welcoming - the people, the birds and the light of the first stars after the twilight. The air was announcing the rain, the petrichor smell was filling their lungs. They saw an amusement park, there was a charming carousel, a no danger roller coaster, an ordinary ferris wheel, drop tower and photographic box, claw crane and arcade, ride and pirate ship. It was a very human place with visitors from the entire universe.

The Doctor and The Master had a fun time in every attraction, they forgot for a while their rivalry, the lies and the hate. Eros was a planet made to comfort any broken heart. It was a place made for hopeless and dreamers. They were 3001 years away from the future and that was superstitious and special.

They were standing under a big digital clock that was making a countdown for the next lunar year of the planet. When the countdown ended, the rain would come and everyone would make a wish. The rain was called Eros’ tears, it looked like diamonds, that fenomen occurred at every end of a lunar year cycle. the people used to say that every wish made under that rain would come true.

“Where’s your Tardis?” she asked, unpretentiously.

“Close to yours.”

“Do you wanna wait for the rain?”

“No, do you?”

“Hm, no.” Now, she offered her arm to him and he accepted the invitation to go back home. “We got ten minutes till- no, nine minutes till the rain.”

“Then, we should run, honey.”

Of course that they weren’t superstitious, Eros’ rain wouldn’t make a dream come true, nevertheless, they were afraid of what kind of wishes were hidden inside their hearts.

They walk faster and run, but the rain got them on the way.

They got surprised when the first drop of rain fell over their heads, then another and another, rose and lilac water.

They stopped breathless, looking at each other, laughing at themselves and their foolish plan, why are they running away at all? They were soaked and sincerely happy.

He held her hand and stopped in front of his tardis, she could see hers on the other side of the street. They lean on the wall of the O’s house, tired of the run, contemplating the bright torrential rain, the omen, at that point, it could be a bad thing.

“What did you wish for?” she asked, before a time in silence.

“Honestly?”

“Don’t forget I know you by heart.” They turn around their heads contemplating each other's eyes.

“I thought you wouldn't come and find me.” He fixed his lok at the rain. “I wished not to feel lonely for one day.”

For a moment, the only thing they could hear was the beating of their hearts and the Eros’ tears whispered something, the omen, it was getting close to turning into something good.

“Can I in?” The Doctor asked, finally.

“For five minutes,” The master answered after a little time thinking.

“Ok, we can fancing a tea then.”

She got in really fast, taking off her boots and soaked soaks.

“There are some dry clothes in the room between the lab and music room, if you want it.”

“Mind if I go there?”

“Actually, yes. I’m gonna take them to you, I’ll be back in a minute.”

She put the tea kettle on the stove, while she snooped on the place.

“I gotcha.” He appeared behind her back. “Please, go to the bathroom,” he said, ignoring how pretty she was, giving her a t-shirt and pajama pants.

“Oh, you dress up fast.” She looked at him, he was with comfortable dry clothes.

When she came back (after snooping everything she could), the tea was ready to drink.

The air was taken by the smell of apple, cinnamon and a little bit of vanilla.

“It’s vanilla tears, darling.” He gave her a cup of tea, she sat down on the kitchen counter and he leaned on the stove close to her. “Did you like what you saw there?” He drank a small sip of tea.

“Very cool in your music room”

“I know you weren't there, any sign of an evil plan?”

“For my sake, no.” She sipped her tea.

“Well, what about your wish for Eros?”

“Hm, I don’t know if I made one, I was distracted at the moment.” They were in front of each other, appreciating their tea. “I was thinking of a poem, perhaps, count as a wish.”

“A poem about what?”

“Humans,” she replied, thinkful, while the vapor warmed her nose.

“Shame.” He was a bit disappointed.

“The words were like the light of a candle inside one of my hearts, did you feel the same?”

“I can’t relate to that, darling.” The Master looked bothered. “You don’t love humanity, you love the adoration they give to you.”

“I feel you will spoil things in the next five seconds.” She was getting annoyed.

“Yes, I will, but before you go, tell me the opening stanza of the poem so I can judge you and your poet.”

“I read on tumblr, once.” They laughed till falling onto the shoulder of each other. She recompense herself, preparing herself to recite that ridiculous poem. “Come and being human with me,” she said. “Eating nothing that means us both leaving this house. Sit on the floor in strange places. And sleep in familiar beds.” They were looking at each other in a considerable distance. “I will make art, not for you, but about you. Speak truths while your sleeping and wake you with hands. We will dive deeply into one anothers.” He got close to her, he supported his hands on the counter. “And stay out of own weary heads.” They stood quiet, studying their souls through their iris.

“Your aspirations look like an invitation, darling.” He said almost whispering.

“If it was in fact, would you do it?”

“How’s your home?”

They were unconsciously so close, it was like the old days, talking with a breath to distance.

“I don’t know, perhaps, made of yellow bricks.” She had a sad smile in her voice.

“Wrong answer.” He allowed himself to put both of his hands holding her face with sweetness and she allowed herself to get closer and closer. “Home is where your heart is, where are your hearts now?”

“They are craving for some human feeling, do you remember when we were young and used to learn their good feelings? The way they got the rapture, the pleasure, the love.”

“We’re two steps to try something that we might regret later.”

“Why not,” she whispered.

Their eyes were closed and they were involved by an inebriating feeling, they kissed one slow kiss with cinnamon flavor. Then another one, more intense between moans. He pressed her close to his body and she crossed the legs around his waist. The tip of his fingers slided on her back inside her blouse. Intense, lascivious, personal.

Intensely, she dishing out kisses on his chin till his neck, taking off his shirt. Then, he held her on his lap till the room, where they got undressed and consumed by the passion, the frash and butterflies on the stomach.

Lascivious, he devoured her breast in a wet kiss dishing out little kisses on her halo, then her belly and her intimate part. She pressed the sheets between moans till he went back to his lips, feeling her flavor in his tongue.

Personal, they were breathless, their hearts were close to exploding, that was fire and ecstasy in their veins. They were wet from sweat, rain water and of themselves. She was swinging on him till the moment of the orgasm, when she felt all her body shiver and got soft, her eyes rolled and her head fell over onto his shoulder for a while it was like her brains had been blackout for some seconds.

“Darling,” he whispered close to her ear, dragging his nose on her neck softly, trying to get his breath back. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, in a weak voice.

“What happened?”

“La petite mort,” she answered.

He smiled in satisfaction with his lips on her skin, feeling her sweet smell.

“La petite mort et réellement mourir.” He kissed her shoulder.

She raised her head and led her forehead on his.

“Do you wanna know the last stanza?” she asked, appreciating his heat.

“Hypothetically,” he said back. “A fob watch, a house made of yellow bricks, and a ridiculous and pathetic planet, what would you say?”

“Come.” She said with a bright smile. “In your time and human be.”

[lexenharte]

Introducing my WoL (plural)

This will be a long one. To begin with, a little context. While I do not roleplay my characters, I enjoy exploring their stories. My characters are pretty much my babies and I am awfully fond of them all. Back when I first started playing XIV, like any seasoned altoholic, I spent hours in character creator before I emerged from it with several new characters of different races and backgrounds.

After a few days of running around as miqo and elezen, I settled on a female roegadyn by the name of Fair Rowan. In my head I imagined her to be an orphan raised by a mercenary company. Although I was tempted to violently retire the mercenaries and make her a sole survivor (in the spirit of the main character of another game), I figured that was too much trauma for my very first adventurer in the world of Eorzea (I KNEW NOTHING, OK). And so the mercenaries retired "peacefully" due to old age and the last fledgling of theirs was left to fend for herself. My lady roe was strong, beautiful, full of life. Her voice boisterous, her grip strength smashing... I digress. In some ways she was my emotional support during a rather difficult time in life, where I myself also needed to be strong, both physically and emotionally. Her adventure lasted all the way to SHB, during which I had to take a break for about half a year due to irl commitments.

Upon my return, for the first time in years I felt that it was time to make some changes. After many hours of agonising and staring at the fantasia potion, I finally convinced myself with "worst case I'll be buying another fantasia" and soon my main was reborn as Remi, a gorgeous elezen lady with a charming smile. I imagined her to be well-read, skilled both in magics and martial arts, and stalwart in her convictions. While I originally intended for one to pick up the adventuring and all that Warrior of Light business after the other, I did not have the heart to retire Rowan permanently and settled on pretending each of them existed in their own version of this universe. A promptly created alt with her appearance softened the blow.

For Remi, the backstory was a little more elaborate. Having completed HW, enamoured with Ishgard and its many characters, I liked the idea of Remi coming from a minor destitute Ishgardian house, which she would have fled from with her parents and older brother prior to the events of ARR. After a terrible accident at sea, Remi was then picked up by a Limsan pirate ship and brought to the marine city-state. Suffering partial amnesia, separated from her brother (who ends up in the Shroud but that's a story for another day), and not even fully aware that their parents are already dead - she drifts around until she becomes entangled with the Scions.

What I loved about Remi's character the most was that my headcanon was slowly beginning to overlap with the characterisation of the WoL in SHB/EW, in particular during the MSQ cutscenes. I remember feeling amazed by how well animated and alive the WoL seemed during the latter part of the SHB cutscenes. The facial expressions where like nothing we've seen before! And with each cutscene the animation was getting better. It fit so well - as she progressed through the story, Remi was beginning to piece together her memories - rediscovering herself, becoming whole again. The roller-coaster of EW that followed took her to places and people she wouldn't dare to forget. It was truly a beautiful journey, full of regret and longing. And at the end there, right after the cutscene in Revenant's Toll, I had a faint feeling that Remi, too, was getting ready to retire.

I loved her so much! How could I even entertain the notion of retiring her? After nearly a month of agonising and listening to a friend who kept encouraging me with something along the lines of "go bun, you'll love it" I finally caved in. Honestly, viera weren't even on my radar at first. They were pretty, for sure, but somehow did not strike me as particularly interesting. Until one night when I sat down to seriously think about what kind of character my WoL would become this time. I didn't want to simply use fantasia and call it a day - I wanted to know their background and purpose first. The result of this mental exertion was Soren, a mild-mannered quiet viera male who smiles mysteriously and laughs under his breath a lot.

He's gone through a few updates as far as the colour scheme goes, but in terms of story he came out pretty solid right off the bat. While the painfully limited viera lore left a lot of room for interpretation, I wanted to give him a lore-appropriate background but also a valid reason to be outside the Skatay Range. I also wanted to incorporate the fact that I myself am no longer a novice player into his backstory. I have about a thousand words written expanding on his background, which I will share another time. Soren came to Aldenard after spending ten years living in seclusion as a Wood-warder. Although it wasn't a decision that he made lightly, he left his birthplace in search of his exiled mother, hoping to fulfil his father's promise to her in his stead. This search eventually leads him to her last known place of residence, the city-state of Limsa Lominsa, where he later learns that she died during the Battle of Carteneau. Now, this is a very brief summary and it may seem like pretty standard fare, but the extended version contains more details, in particular with regards to his parents and their motivations. I'm hoping to expand on his story through a series of short memory recollections. Sort of, him looking back at the journey so far. A chapter on his youth, a chapter of his time spend in solitude, another on his journey to find his mother's whereabouts and several more during the ARR-EW timeline. I'm planning to go through new game+ just to relive those with him as the protagonist.

It's pretty obvious by now who the favourite child is. While I've only known him for about nine months, Soren grew on me so much that I am even considering throwing out all those unwearable hats that are taking up so much space with my retainers. No, I haven't gone mad. Don't look at me like that. This will be the first time I'm sharing anything about my characters outside a small circle of friends. I keep wondering, will I have the courage to share the stories when they are ready? Or will I keep stashing them away into folders with dubious names in some forgotten corner of my hard drive as usual? Would anyone even be interested in reading this? As much as I like to write because I enjoy the process, some vain part of me wants to share the results hoping someone would find them curious or entertaining. So if anyone manages to get through this post, do let me know your thoughts on the matter.

[victorluvsalice]

Happy 15th “Very First Mention Of Valice” Anniversary!

Though, admittedly, it does feel weird to celebrate this anniversary, given that “very first mention of Valice” was me berating myself for even HAVING shipping thoughts about Victor and Alice. XD Yeah, what happened basically was this --

-->I was playing in a LIveJournal RP game at the time, Beyond The Rift, with a version of Doc Brown mixed with Changeling: The Lost (poor guy had ended up as a steampunk cyborg while stuck in Faerie, then escaped into an alternate universe Chicago with angels and demons and various other ridiculous shenanigans -- he at least got the ability to control his personal weather out of it?). I was having fun, and thinking about other characters that I would like to play with if given the chance -- most notably, Victor and Alice.

-->That same day, I ended up on TV Tropes, and in my travels, ended up in the Shipping Tropes section. I don’t remember if I ended up on the Crossover Shipping page precisely, but I was definitely in that general vicinity.

-->And -- well, I was already thinking about how Victor and Alice shared a love of drawing, and how they were from the same time period, so if they DID both end up in that Chicago, they’d be able to commiserate with each other and suchlike. . .

-->And thus, cue me thinking about shipping them. And then cue me going “WTF??” at my own brain, because I was absolutely convinced at the time that they’d make a horrible couple, and that my (supposedly-joking) desire to ship Victor with both Victoria AND Emily was weird enough.

. . .we see how all THAT turned out! I wonder what 2008 Vicky would think if she could look forward and see me now -- having written freaking novels’ worth of Valice fan fiction, having embraced not only shipping Victor with Victoria and Emily at the same time, but throwing Alice into the mix too, and currently being obsessed with the OT3 of Victor, Alice, and a roller coaster. XD Hopefully she’d see how happy I am with all this nonsense and be glad that she didn’t talk herself out of it. (Even if it took me until December of that year, after I’d made Victor and Alice RP journals, to let Alice call Victor her boyfriend. But we’ll get to that later.)

[judgementdaysunshine]

🌲 Sorry in advance if this is too long lol, here's the emoji 🧐

Fandoms; marvel, dc, stranger things, (and if possible Pedro Pascal characters)

Here's a bit about me :)

I'm almost 19, I have curly brown hair, blue and green eyes (heterochromia), I'm 5'-9", and I'm bi. I am pretty introverted, and it takes me a very long time to warm up to people irl. I sort of dress in whatever I feel comfy with, hoodies, leggings, sweats, t-shirts, and my black converse, or boots.

I love too many fandom and fictional character to count. I am like full-blown obsessed with some of them. In a perfect world, most of them would be real.

My likes: cats, snakes, chocolate, 80's music, pop, metal, rock and roll, Metallica, Fleetwood Mac, Selena Gomez, Ben Platt, Charlie Puth (just to name a few of my favs), singing, reading, writing fanfiction, reading fanfiction, art of any kind, plushies, pop figures, Red Guy from DHMIS, sharks, manga, anime, rocks, collecting rock, manga, pop figures, plushies, cute figures, pictures, and candles, and I love ice cream, strawberries, and Indian food.

My dislikes: heights, getting dirty, people, gossip, bullies, tap water, roller coasters, loud noises, (I hate marvel movies but I love most of the characters), death, liars, and I HATE the Loki Series.

Hope this is good lol!

Oooooh first I ship you with Steve Harrington! ❤️

Anytime he goes to see you whether he goes to your house,you go to his house,both of you meet up near school,or at your secret spot beside a big tree he is always carrying chocolate bars to give to you knowing your love for chocolate

When loud noises are happening he covers your ears with his hand or headphones with your favorite songs playing until it's quiet again

He always gets you strawberry ice cream when the two of you get ice cream together and when he gets taken out he always gets a strawberry milkshake adding fresh strawberries on top before he picks you up

He always gets you candles of a wide variety of smells from vanilla,strawberry,raspberry,and oranges to roses,pomegranate,sage,cherries,and rainwater

Whenever he's in the comic book stores with the younger kids he manages to get you a new chapter of your favorite anime manga or issue of superhero comic books from X-Men,Batman,or anything of superhero origins he gets for you

He always can't help but smile and stare at your eyes loving how one eye was as blue as the ocean and the other green as an emerald which together made the most beautiful color he had ever seen and all he had to do to see it was look at you

He always thinks of your hair like milk chocolate mixed with cinnamon and he also couldn't help but run his fingers through it

He always loved hearing you sing and hopes that you follow your dream of being a singer when you are older

Next I ship you with T'challa! 💜

Every time you bring foods that weren't in Wakanda such as strawberries he would make wakandan desserts with strawberries in there making the food even more better than it already was

His soul would stop and then feel like it was floating in the air when you would be singing making him think you were an angel sent to him and his people

He would always cook you your favorite meals in wakanda when you were depressed and watch your favorite movie with you

He always has Shuri get mangas,comics,and books when she goes to the Avengers tower to see Peter and always comes back with a bag full of them for him to give to you making you smile at the two siblings

He loves how curly and soft your hair is whenever he runs his fingers through them and especially when it's all down over your shoulders flowing freely

He has you look at him and follow his breathing patterns when you're so anxious that you feel like you can't breathe well and he does that and stays with you until you're breathing normally again

He loves that your eyes are a different color each making him think that it made you rare and special also making him think of the clear green and white ocean near his home and the blue sky that is always shining above Wakanda

He always gives you the best smelling candles he knew of in wakanda giving them to you making sure the smell isn't too strong or overbearing at all

Now I ship you with Jack Whiskey Daniels! 💙

Your eyes make him think of being in the forest walking as the sky lights up above you changing colors as you go on

He loved how wonderful of a person you were even with the smallest moments you held to heart and cherished dearly

He always made sure that he had strawberries to put in desserts from cake,ice cream,and milkshakes whenever he made them or got them from somewhere

He always holds you tightly when you're depressed making sure to remind you that he will not leave you and to have you in his arms

Your hair was always being touched or played with by him whether he would mindlessly caress his hands through it or fix your braids when they were loose

Every time he saw a candle that was a scent of one of your favorite smells he always gets it and lights it for you later that night

When he heard you sing oh god he thought that you were Adele for a minute until he walked in seeing you sing someone like you making him smile kissing your forehead

Anytime he saw mangas or comic books on missions or anything he would get them and put them on top of you collection box ready for you to read

He always sings to you when you're anxious holding both your hands until he finishes the song holding you while you both lay on the couch or in bed

And finally I ship you with Clark Kent! 🤍

He always gets your extra copies of mangas and comics if somehow one of them got ruined or lost and always makes sure to get them in english and the original copy

Any candle he finds with one of your favorite smells or a smell that reminds him of you he is getting it and having you light it for half the day

He always grounds you with warm showers or just holding you in a blanket gently talking to you when your anxious having you feel his chest vibrate calming you down

Anytime he gets a chance to hear you sing he looks like a little kid in a candy store with a sparkle in his eyes

He liked running his hand through your hair which helped ground him when he had a hard day of being superman

He knows how exhausting living can be and how depression gets to people so when you get that way he just tells you how much he has loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

[4056-pau2]

Exercise 1 - Immersive World-Pictures

I miss the Guardians of the Galaxy Cosmic Rewind.

It's not just that I have spent my past summer going as much as I can into this ride before I have to take two buses to get to my workplace, it’s that sometimes I feel I'm still there. It's not just the adrenaline of a normal ride but as a Marvel fan it hits different, as if you actually were part of a movie, just imagine this you get up at 6:58 am to make the virtual queue that’s exactly at 7 this will determine if you get into the ride in time for work or not, anyways, you make it and after checking with your friends today´s plan you go back to sleep. Later that day you arrive at Epcot after almost ignoring the ball and all the people around chatting and laughing just trying to take pictures and enjoying their vacation. Running through Connections Eatery only smelling the pizza and coffee because you don’t have time to waste you are only there to take a shortcut, finally, you get to the entrance. As you step into the building a refreshing air and a strange but pleasant futuristic scent welcomes you, of course, it is Disney they have a smell for everything you just don’t know what it is. But then you see it, the most insane projection up in the ceiling it’s all about the big bang and cosmic explosions and nebulas and color-changing lights with a soft robotic woman's voice that tells you are now visiting the pavilion of Xandar (the planet where the ride is set) simulating to be one of the countries.You get involved in the ceiling show the music, the story, the futuristic scent that goes all over the line, the galaxies, the oval shape of the room but the line is moving and you have to continue, you walk up in the middle of the metal cold handrails that serve as dividers of the stand by and the lightning lane. Talking to your friends about which song each one hopes to get, they explain to the newbie (the one friend that never got in the ride before) there's 6 different songs that makes the ride feel unique each time, most of you are trying to get them all. Passing through the setting you see the encapsulated screens with the Xandar landscapes and its people telling you about their lives, a scale model of their city, where everyone gets to lean just to rest a minute before the line pushes you to continue. See the replica of the spaceship obviously you need to take pictures with your friends, a few steps and there's the MILANO ship replica is necessary more and more pictures, suddenly a giant screen with the real actors in character giving an interview made just for the ride, at this point you only want to hear them. Finally, you pass to the room where Terry Crews welcomed you in the preshow and security skit, how did they even get him for this. Your friends tell the newbie to prepare as the doors opens and all of you rush to a specific place in the next room, to be ¨teleported¨ into a ship, this is it, the real pre-show you see all the Guardians in a screen at the other side resembling their ship all of a sudden, the villain attacks and the Xandar Captain needs to evacuate all the people visiting. But the guardians have a plan and are going to use you to follow the bad guy through the jump points, the atmosphere, the story, the visuals, the epic music, and the ambiance it's mind-blowing. The doors open and everyone runs and shout trying to be the first on the next line, I always say the running is part of the experience, there’s only a bridge between you and the most amazing ride, the newbie finally gets to see the cars finding out it’s a roller coaster, getting excited because it does look and feel like an evacuation port. Your group is finally asked how many, but you ask the cast member to go in the back, and they put you aside, after all you have waited what is two more cars, then you finally see the roller coaster approaching, moment to take the video for your stories showing which song you get the ones your missing, at last, you step into the car put your stuff on the side, you wish, cross your fingers and shout for the song that you want, as you feel the first impulse of the ride.

[hereliesanotherfic]

MtP: Little Tease

Ship: Albert James Moriarty x Reader Show: Yuukoku No Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) Rating: Pg 13?? Warnings: Teasing, flirting, suggestions Prompt: “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

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You let out a soft yawn as you headed towards your living quarters in the manor, the Moriarty Manor to be exact. It was a long day of basic duties, but it never bothered you, quite the opposite- it was a pleasure working for the Moriarty men. William, Louis, and Albert were all incredibly generous, especially Albert. Over the couple years you have worked for them, he grew incredibly sweet towards you. He’d allow you lifts home in the carriage when out in the town, he’s aided you in the kitchen while you cooked or did the dishes, he allowed you some days off here and there just to rest. Not to say him or his brothers didn’t do this with other servants, but you and the other help noticed Albert did it most often for you.

But when he’s been alone with you, it’s been a bit more.

Moment One:

“Master Albert!” You exclaimed stepping out of the tailor shop, his carriage parked in front with him standing outside it.

“Hello (y/n),” he smiled softly. “I noticed you about town and wondered if you were finished? We could go home together,” he hummed, his voice as smooth as velvet. You choked down the frog in your throat, his choice of words made you sound more intimate with him in public which made your pulse race in embarrassment…or…excitement? Nevertheless, you nodded.

“That’d be nice! Thank you, kindly Master Albert!” You smiled, following his wave to come towards the carriage. The driver took your tailored dress and stowed it away and you stepped into the vehicle. Your heart bumped as you felt a light graze on your lower back as you hopped up. He was spotting you while you stepped inside, he probably didn’t mean to touch you. Albert stepped in after and took a seat besides you. It was a bit odd to sit next to him, but his presence was oddly comforting too.

“You know you do not have to call me Master, (y/n)” Albert spoke, his emerald eyes turning to contact yours.

“…I know you’ve said it before…though it feels too strange to say it while in town…”

“Do you think I have not noticed you still do not call me Albert at the manor as well?” You broke eye contact and bit your bottom lip, but he knew he got you before that. “I’d like to hear it.”

You slowly looked back up to him, confused by his request. “Wh-what?”

“ ‘Albert’,” he grinned slyly at you, closing the distance between you two a little bit. You heart started banging against your chest and you felt your cheeks flush a bit. The space in the carriage was small, the distance between you both was now small, and there was no way out from his eye contact. Albert tilted his head slightly. “Please?” Oh, he was absolutely trying to kill you with kindness (and your internal crush on him). You swallowed a bit heavy.

“…A-…Al..bert…” You said his name slowly, the foreign feeling of no honorifics was strange, but it also left a good tingly feeling on your tongue and in your heart. You saw his smile grow large and pure as he sat back into his seat properly.

“That made me happy, (y/n), thank you,” he said, staring out the window now. It took a moment for you to take your eyes off him. You didn’t think that’d make him so happy.

Moment Two:

“Preparing for our guests tonight (y/n?),” You glanced up from your cutting board to see Albert standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was dressed in his clean white button-up and blue slacks. For a moment, you wondered where his jacket was, but the way his shirt hugged his figure, you were glad it was missing. You looked back down to the pepper you were cutting before you mind and eyes began to wander too far.

“Yes sir, there’s a lot to do before they arrive.”

“Ah, then I am sure I can be of assistance!” He stepped to the closet and pulled on a fresh apron.

“Master Albert, you don’t have to worry yourself with that, I have plenty of time.” He stepped over next to you on your left side as he finished tying the apron, pulling over another cutting board that was on the table.

“It’s no worry, if anything I am sure this will be enjoyable to cook with you.” Albert picked a clean knife from the rack, so thankfully he missed your light blush. “What else do we need to chop?”

“Uh, some onions are next, they are on the right side of me under the counter,” you stated, motioning your head to the side. Albert nodded as he stepped behind you and leaned down to reach for the onions. Suddenly, you felt his large, left hand placed firmly on your waist, which caused you to feel his balance shimmy. To catch himself and pull himself straight up again, he pulled up directly into you, his chest flush against your back, hand still on your waist, the bag of onions in this other hand. You could feel his breath just ghosting over your neck and ear, it was so light but it was there. “A-Albert?!” You quietly exclaimed in the moment, staring in random spots on the table to try to gain some sanity.

“I’m sorry (y/n),” Your body tensed as his breathy words breezed over your ear—when did his face get that close?! “I slipped, I’ll be more careful,” he finished. With that, he stood besides you again and began chopping onions like nothing happened.

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It was small events like that, but your heart was about to explode every time. So at this late hour, the last person you expected to see outside your living quarter was Albert Moriarty, standing beside your door.

“M-master Albert?” You questioned, gaining his attention, he looked up from his thoughts and smiled to you softly.

“(Y/n)…” He hummed. Albert’s eyes glanced you from head to toe, and very subtly licked his bottom lip. You missed both of those. “I’d like to have a word with you, but I figured you’d be tired from the long day, so it’s best to speak inside.”

“Oh…okay, yah, sure,” You nodded quickly and stepped over to the door to unlock it. You didn’t think there was anything else to do, but the idea of Albert in your room sent you down a roller coaster of emotions. He requested to speak with you privately in your room, you were a person of no place to say no, even with the Moriarty generosity. You pushed the door open and stepped aside for him to walk in. Albert looked around your room, simply decorated, the queen bed was nicely made, curtains open and a soft lilac candle burning on a small desk you had. Closing the door, you slowly walked up to him while he was observing. “What can I do for you Master Albert?”

“ ‘Al-bert’,” he looked down to you, an amused smile on his lips. You eyes widened for a moment before glancing away again.

“I..I can’t get use to it sir, you’re of a nobility family, I’m just here to serve you no matter the generosity you share. I still have to respect you.”

“Respect isn’t solely based on a title, I know well that you hold my brothers and I in high regards,” the brunette confirmed, turning to fully face you. “However, I really want you to call me by my name (y/n).” Your cheeks flushed a light pink, hoping that the light of the candle in the room and low moonlight weren’t enough for him to see. He was only two feet away though…

“Is that what you came to talk to me about?” Your voice was hesitant, and he caught that. He let out a little chuckle.

“No, I understand how it will take some time to get use to that. I came for another reason.” You stared up at him, Albert was thriving on your full, undivided attention. He wanted your (e/c) to stare at him all the time, your voice to play its tune all the time, he had fallen for you a while ago, but you never seemed to notice the small attempts he made. Or, what he truly believes, was that the social hierarchy made you believe he couldn’t be attracted to someone ‘like you’. And the more he observed you, the more he knew he was right, and you were just afraid to openly fall for him. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

Your heart immediately smashed against your chest at that request, and now you couldn’t stop your face from turning as red as a tomato. Did he really, I mean REALLY, just request to sleep in your room tonight? His green orbs continued to stare warmly at you, waiting for an answer. In truth, Albert was loving how red your cheeks were, how flustered such a simple request got you. He knew you liked him, but he wanted you to admit it for yourself and not be afraid of others stupid opinions.

“(Y/n?)?” Albert spoke, stepping slightly forward and tilting his head closer to you. The proximity snapped you out of it and you jumped back slightly.

“Ahh-hh,…um…isn’t there-..I mean…b-but there are…” Your brain tried to think of multiple reasons at once why he shouldn’t and scrambled them all out at the same time. Albert let out a small laugh.

“(Y/n), please relax. The guestrooms are taken by Moran and Fred right now, and I could never ask such a favor of another servant.” He stepped close to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and guide you to look at him. “You and I know each other well, you’ve worked here long. We trust each other. I’d prefer to share a room with someone like you.” His free hand reached up and brushed the hair away from your face as you stared at him in awe and disbelief. That hand joined in cupping you free cheek as the distance between you two grew smaller.

“Please?” Albert spoke barely above a whisper, his eyes half lidded as he stared into yours. You could feel his breath on your face as the gap got smaller. You internally panicked. Wherever this was going it couldn’t be good. It just couldn’t—he was a noble, the head of the Moriarty family! Sharing a room, no honorifics, aiding you, it couldn’t mean anything good for you. You had to cut it off…move…MOVE DAMMIT!

The voices screaming in your head all stopped the moment you felt his lips press to yours. Albert’s lips were incredibly soft, his fingers grazing your cheeks as he held you gently. It was light against you, his lips nicely encasing your top lip. He barely separated your lips as he turned his head slightly to the other side and kissed your bottom lip with a bit more firmness. The cologne he was wearing was aiding your high, it let out scents of soft sandalwood, some amber and something in it gave it a bit of a musky scent. For a kiss that only lasted under a minute, it felt like 10 years just went by before he pulled his lips off, hovering from your face at only two inches. It was then you realized you closed your eyes, because opening them to see Albert smiling softly sent you to heaven.

“Albert…” you barely whispered, staring at him in awe. The fact that he kissed you and broke so many social standings (again). Albert’s smile changed into this larger grin.

“You said it,” he gleamed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, glancing at your lips thinking when to go back in for more. But he wanted to give you time to understand he was sincere.

“S-said what?”

“My name…” He rested his forehead against yours, staring lovingly into your (e/c) orbs. “I care too much about you to let something as trivial as social status stop me from telling you. And I am happy I was able to show you too.” You noticed Albert’s cheeks were dusty pink which made you smile a bit and giggle. “What?” He chuckled lowly.

“Nothing…” You muttered, glancing down at your feet. You would have never believed it if anyone else told you Albert cared for you. You still weren’t one hundred percent sure to believe it. But because of your strong love for him, you couldn’t fake the happiness you felt from his words. He was scaring away your insecurities and fears one action at a time. One word at time.

“Cute,” he hummed and kissed your forehead. “You can go change and prepare for bed, I’ll wait for you.” You felt one of his hands hold your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hand.

“Okay...but this stays between us for now and you leave before the others wake,” you stated, your cheeks still a bit pink from the kiss and confession. If he was truly to stay with you the night, you were worried about the rumors that could spread, but so long as he left before other servants woke, you figured it’d be fine.

“Of course, my darling,” Albert nodded and watched you turn to head towards the ladies room. He had been in his robe and prepared to sleep well before he arrived at your room, so all he had to was wait. When you returned out of your bathroom, Albert had already made himself comfortable in your bed, the sheets covering half of him and pulled open ready for you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, you never thought you’d be sleeping with Albert, literally. You took a quiet, deep breath and walked over to the bed and set yourself into it, pulling the covers over you, blowing out the night candle right after. He began to lower into the bed and sheets and you followed in motion. Before you got too comfortable he spoke to you. “Good night, (y/n),” Albert’s voice hummed right next to you, causing a tingly feeling in your body.

“..Good night...Albert,” you replied softly, cheeks flushing and quickly turned on your side, your back facing him. You heard him chuckle and felt the bed shift as he got comfortable too. And when you woke up, you found his arms wrapped around your waist, your back to his chest and his soft breathing in your messy bed head hair. It was so comfortable...it was worth the risk of getting caught.

__________________________________ A/N: I had fun writing this, these gentlemen are adorable to write for! I’m just getting random inspiration off prompts right now, but if you have any ideas I may certainly write them too!

[let-me-luve-you]

Overlooked and Overworked

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s little sister was great growing up, but after his success she’s a little left behind. Y/N Holland is willing to do whatever for her family because she loves them.

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, rude Tom, overworked, sleep deprived

A/N: I don’t think Tom or any of the members of the Holland’s would allow this to happen to any member of their family or friends, I just had this idea and wrote it. Also I wrote this back in like January and just now got the guts to post it!

MASTERLIST    BUY ME A COFFEE

The past couple of years for you have been an emotional roller coaster. You’ve been so excited and happy to see your brother succeed in his career. It’s always fun to see him on the big screen as someone else. But it’s also been tiring and sad because you feel left out. You don’t get to go to set often, you don’t get to travel with him, and you aren’t a part of his charity. The Brothers Trust is just him and your 3 other brothers. Given you help out way more than all of the brothers. Since you went to school for business, you help your mum and dad with both of their businesses and then run The Brothers Trust.

Tom is the oldest, then it’s you, the twins, and then Paddy. You’re only a year and a half younger than Tom. You were very close growing up, but once he started doing movies, you slowly grew apart. Him and the twins then grew closer. You loved him dearly but it just wasn’t the same since you never felt included. He took Harry to sets with him and on press tours. Sam would join along when he wasn’t working at the restaurant. Paddy would join during school breaks. But every time you would try to join him, he would say no. That he was too busy or too tired. You didn’t want to fight him but you were always crushed.

When he got the role of Spiderman, he decided then he wanted to move out into his own apartment. You offered to help him find a place since you had been looking for yourself. You offered to share a place and split rent but he said he wanted to be completely on his own. But shortly after he moved into his new 4 bedroom apartment, he had Harrison, Tuwaine, Sam, and Harry move in.

“The twins are moving in with Tom. Can you help pack and move them this weekend?” Your dad asked.

“What? They’re moving in with Tom? I thought he wanted his own space?” You asked him.

“He said he wanted to be around people because it was too lonely and quiet. Did you ever find a place? If so, you may want roommates too.”

“No I realized I can’t afford a place in a nice area to live alone. All my mates have moved off to continue their education or they have jobs else where.” You said sadly.

“Tom should of asked you then. I’m sorry y/n/n.”

“It’s fine. He hangs out with all four of them all the time. I would of just been in the way.” You said as you got up and left the room.

It’s been a couple of years and you still can’t afford to get your own place. Between helping run three businesses, you don’t have time to get a part time job. You pay your parents for rent and help pay bills so you are doing adult things. Plus it helps your parents financially. It’s busy season since your mum is picking up gigs for photoshoots, your dad is on tour for standup and his new book, plus you are planning a movie event through the trust as well as trying to get all the merch bagged and shipped. You have been working 14-15 hour days for the past 3 weeks without a day off. You are feeling the tiredness mentally and physically.

Tom has time off from the movie he is filming now. They gave him a month off for the holidays. Him and Harry have been home but all they have done is hung out with friends and go to the pub. You have been holed up in your office/bedroom for 3 days straight. Only to go out to the bathroom and kitchen to grab food.

“Where has y/n been? I haven’t seen much of her since we got home.” Harry asks Tom.

“She might be finalizing the Spies in Disguise event and getting things ready.” Tom responded.  

“Oh good. Y/n is great at getting a head start on things so I’m guessing she’s done with all the prep and souvenirs.” Harry smiled. Tom laughed in response.

On Christmas Day, you only came out of your room for breakfast and lunch and then went back in your room to work. No one noticed the bags under your eyes that you tried to hide with makeup. No one noticed you almost falling asleep at the table. No one thought twice about why you spent most of Christmas alone in your room. But you were behind. You still had a lot of orders to fulfill and send out. You still had get all of the souvenirs together for the event that was in two days. You still had to finish sending out your dads orders for his book as well as finalize his January travel plans and stand up dates. Your mum had booked 12 more shoots and you had to finalize times and dates. And everything was supposed to be done in the next week. You finally caved and decided to ask Tom for help since it was his event after all.

“Hey Tom can I have you help me out for a little bit?” You asked him Christmas evening.

“Do you need me tonight?” He asked.

“If you can that would be great.”

“Sorry y/n/n. I can’t. I’m meeting to boys at the apartment.”

“Well maybe they can help too.” You sounded hopeful to get more help to lighten your load.

“No can do. We have drinks and plans.”

“Well then can you come tomorrow morning or early afternoon?”

“Can’t. I have a meeting with my manager to discuss everything that’s coming up and then all of us at the apartment and Paddy are going into the city. Maybe I can help you after the event?”

“No it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” You said sadly as you turned to go back to your room.

“What about Paddy? Or mum or dad?” He asked.

“Paddy has football that mum is taking him to before she does a shoot tomorrow. Dad is working on some other stuff for his January shows.”

“Sam or Harry?”

“Well both will be with you tonight and tomorrow.”

“What about in the morning?”

“Sam has to work remember. And I think Harry is meeting with some mates to catch up with them or something along those lines. It’s fine. I’ve got it handled. Have fun tonight and tomorrow. Be safe. Love you.” You turned and almost ran back to your room. You wanted to break down in tears from being overwhelmed and for not being included in any of Tom’s plans of hanging out and catching up. You’ve barely seen Tom in the past year. Only when he’s in London. You shook the thoughts of your brother out of your head and pulled out a sheet of paper. You wrote down everything that needed to be done. Then on your white board, wrote them down in most important the least important.

First up was getting all of the brothers trust bags done. You went to the storage closest and pulled out everything you would need and set the boxes on your bed. Then you went and grabbed a tote to put the finished product in. It took you until 4 am, but you finally finished putting them together. You went into the kitchen and made you some tea. You went back in your room and marked the brothers trust goody bags off of your list. Next you started finalizing plans for your mum. That just involved organizing times and dates. You finished that around 1030 am. You marked that off the list as well.

Before you emailed all of the clients their dates and times, you went to the kitchen to grab and snack and drink. Your mum was in the kitchen.

“Morning love.” She smiled at you.

“Morning.” You said back waiting on your tea.

“So I’m going to drop Paddy off at football in 20 minutes and then Tom will pick him up to go into the city. I have to go to my shoot. Do you have the invoice I can give them?”

“I do.” You rushed to your room and grabbed it from a folder then went back and handed it to her. “Everything is on there. The deposit has been paid and it shows that as well as the price for the shoot and the editing. It also gives the timeline of when they will get the pictures.”

“Great. This is wonderful. Thank you. Also the theater called and said we can set it up today at 3 pm. Are you okay to handle that on your own?”

You sighed but answered, “yes I can handle it. I finished the bags last night. I just need to print off the papers to put on the seats as well. Plus get the itinerary finished which I will have by tonight so Tom knows what’s going on.”

“That’s great. I’ll be there to take photos as well as Harry but the boys will all be busy with fans and making sure they all feel special.”

“Sounds good. Have fun on your shoot.”

Your mum smiled as her and paddy left the house. You went back into your room and emailed everyone for your mum. Then you printed the brothers trust sheets that said what the event was supporting and how we were thankful for their donations. As those were printing you forgot you had to pick up an order of pictures so Tom could sign them for the guest coming to the screening. You looked up and saw that it was 130 and if you were going to be on time you needed to leave in the next 15 minutes.

After you loaded the goody bags into your car, you drove the 20 minutes to the print shop to pick up the pictures. You then went to the theater and set everything out. It took 45 minutes to lay everything out and make sure it was perfect. You then snagged some photos for Instagram and posted them. By the time you got home it was just shy of 5. You went straight to your room to finalize the itinerary. At 8 pm your mum knocked on the door.

“Hey baby. I’m back. How did everything go setting up wise?”

“It was good. Took longer than expected but wasn’t too bad for being the only one there. Also here is the itinerary for you and dad. I also have one for each of the boys.”

“Wow. This is detailed perfectly.”

“It kind of had to be since Tom has an event to go to tomorrow night and he can’t be late. I figured the more detailed, the less things can go wrong.”

“Fair point. Love I’m not sure if the boys notice the work you put in, but I do. Have you slept yet?”

You looked at her shocked, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that I can tell you are exhausted. I woke up at 2 am last night and heard you in here and saw your light was still on.” She paused and looked at your long list on the white board. “And by the looks of it, you have a long to do list. Do you need help? After we get through the event I can help. I don’t have a shoot for a couple of days.”

“I appreciate mum, but this list needs to be done by then. And everything you can help me with will be done already. But thank you.”

“Did you ask your brothers to help? I mean this is there thing. They should be helping you. Not leaving it to you to do yourself.”

“I asked Tom to help so I could have him do the goody bags for tomorrow but he had a guys night with Sam and Harry and them last night. Then they were all busy this morning and then went into the city. But it’s fine. I did the bags last night. That’s what you heard when you woke up.”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to have a talk with him. Have you had a break to just hangout with Tom. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen him.”

“No he’s always in a meeting or with the boys. But if Tom wanted to see me, he’d make time but when I try, he can’t. But with all this work, I haven’t really done much outside of this room in a while so it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You both used to be so close. Almost like you were twins. Weirdly enough closer than the twins have ever been. I hope you two can work whatever this is out.”

“Me too mum. Me too.” You looked at her as she slowly walked out.

After your mum left the room, you got back to work finalizing your dads stuff. Thankfully it was only 12 am when you finished. Deciding to pack all of the orders so you can drop them off to be shipped in the morning, you went and grabbed everything you would need from the storage closet and got to work. You stayed up all night working. You finally finished all the orders at 9 am. When you realized the time you rushed to get dressed and cleaned up as best you could. By 10 am you were out the door to go to the post office to ship the orders and then you were off to the theater to make sure everything was set. By 1pm the rest of your family showed up. And by 2 the theater was full of people who were excited to see the brothers and the movie.

People knew who you were. Everyone knew Tom had a sister. But you did great staying out of the eye of people. None of your brothers posted much about you on social. Your dad mainly posted about Tom and the brothers golf adventures. Your mum would occasionally when she made you model when she was trying something new. So when people arrived, they walk past you and straight to the four brothers who were ready to greet everyone.

When the event started, you weren’t really needed so you went to a back room they had set up for your brothers to relax away from people and sat on the couch. Not sleeping since Christmas Eve was starting to catch up with you but some how you forced yourself to stay awake.

“Y/n we have a problem.” Your youngest brother said as he came in the room. “The movie hasn’t started yet and it was supposed to 15 minutes ago.”

“Okay I’ll go see what’s going on.” You went to the manager of the theater and she explained to you how the light in the projector went out and it was going to be another 20 minutes before it started. She apologized multiple times.

“Hey Tom. Can you do a q&a for 20 minutes or so?”

“No the movie is supposed to be on.”

“They are having technical difficulties and it’s going to take 20 minutes to fix it.”

Tom got annoyed because he knew this was pushing the entire timeline back and it was now be pushing it for him to be on time for his event tonight. “Sure.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know when we are good to go.”

After 30 minutes. The movie was finally ready to go. Every one was enjoying it and all four of your brothers moved around the theater so the kids felt like they were watching the movie with them personally. When it was over everyone was ushered into a lobby where there was a meet and greet with photos. By the time the boys were done with everyone, it was 20 minutes until Toms next event.

“Great. I’m going to be late. Thanks for that y/n. Why didn’t you have them check everything yesterday?”

“Because I didn’t think of it.”

“So stupid. How could you not think of it? It’s literally the first thing on the list of things to check when prepping the theater. Do your job better. Thats what you are paid to do. I’ll see you later.” Tom rolled his eyes and stormed off. You just stared feeling humiliated since the theater staff and your family had witnessed that. You were holding in your emotional breakdown until you could do it in private.

“Sorry guys. Y’all can go ahead and head out. I’ll clean this up and bring home whatever is ours.” Sam, Harry, and Paddy saw this as a get of jail free card and booked it out of the theater. Your dad came by and kissed you on the head and said I have to finish up some work and headed out. Your mum looked at you sadly.

“I’ll help you baby.”

“No it’s okay mum. Go edit the photos so we can get them sent out.” You smiled at her.

“It’s okay. I can do them later tonight.”

“Mum seriously. Go home. I got this. I’ll be home later. You kissed her on the cheek as you walked back in the theater. You thankfully left the tote yesterday which made it easier to put everything in. You put the tote in your car and headed back in the theater to sweep and clean up the mess. By the time you got home, it was 9 pm. You had been up for 61 hours straight. You were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. But Tom was home and he was livid.

“What the hell?” He asked.

“What?” You asked back.

“You know I got yelled at by my manger for 30 minutes about how I was irresponsible and immature for being almost a hour late to the event tonight?”

“Why did you get yelled at? You were doing stuff for charity. He should get over it.”

“He was mad because SOMEONE told him I would be done with our event in plenty of time to go to this other one. And when I told him there was technical difficulties because that same SOMEONE didn’t do their job, he got even more mad.”

“I get that I probably should of checked but things happen Tom. Okay? Things I can’t control. Things the theater can’t control. I did this entire event by myself. Sorry for not checking but other than the delay the people loved it and we raised money which is okay because our charity now can help so many more.”

“You didn’t do this by yourself. We all help. And our charity? Our? You mean mine? Sams? Harry’s? Paddys? It’s our faces that make that charity. And when something goes wrong we are the ones that look bad. Not the person behind the scenes that only does some of the work.”

You looked at him like he was a stranger. What he said broke your heart. That’s what he really thought? You just shook your head lightly and walked to your room. You shut the door and locked it.

“Really Tom?” Your mum asked as her and your dad walked in during the argument.

“Yeah mum. We do all the work and she’s trying to take the credit. We’ve all noticed and it’s getting out of hand. You do more than she does.”

“Tom I’m extremely disappointed in you right now.” Your dad said.

“Tom she does all of the work. The planning, the scheduling, the packaging, social media, distributing the money, and figuring out all the ways we can make money to help those smaller charities.” Your mum added.

“She does?”

“Yes Tom. On top of helping me and your father with our businesses. We’ve seen you more than her this past month because she’s been so busy.” Your mum said.

“Wow.”

“Did you know she was up until 4 am on Christmas night so she could finish the goody bags before we had to prep the theater. That she had those pictures printed so you could sign them for the guest. That she made an itinerary so detailed that nothing could go wrong. Except she didn’t account for technical difficulties. She set up the theater and cleaned the theater all by herself. None of us helped her. We just showed up for the event.” Your mum said.

“Tom have you not noticed how exhausted she looks? It looks like she hasn’t slept in days. She’s trying her best to handle everything so we can have everything run smoothly for us. She even mentioned your event and how she needed to get you out of there so you wouldn’t be late. We’ve all been horrible to her by letting her do this by herself.” Your dad said.

“I... I didn’t know. I’m going to go talk to her.”

Tom got up and knocked on your door. He couldn’t hear anything so he tried opening it. He noticed it was locked and went to his old room and found the key you gave him years ago. When he unlocked it he noticed the mess around your room of boxes, plastic, mail bags for packages, and stacks of papers. He saw you on your bed and saw you were asleep. He went over and tucked you in. He went to your desk and saw the white board with everything marked off under the to do list. He then looked on your desk and saw how your mum and dads plans were finalized. He knew you mentioned everything when you asked him for help Christmas night and now you were done with it. Even all the orders were done and he saw the receipt from the post office proving the orders were shipped. He felt horrible knowing the only way that you got everything done was by staying up all night.

He turned and walked back to you and finally noticed the bags under your eyes. As well as tear stains that he knows he’s the cause for. It broke his heart knowing he was the cause. It also broke knowing that you asked for help so you wouldn’t fall in the deep end, but by saying he couldn’t help, he pushed you in and watched you drown without even realizing.

He gave you a kiss on the head and got up and quietly walked out.

“What time did y/n wake up on Christmas Day?”

“From what we know, maybe around 8 or 9.” Your dad said. Tom sat there quietly while doing the math in his head.

“61 hours.” He suddenly said.

“What?” Your mum said.

“61 hours. That’s how long she went without sleep. She asked me for help and told me why and I said no. She’s finished the list. She’s organized both of your stuff. She’s packed and shipped out all of the orders. She did everything for the event. She hasn’t slept. She’s asleep now but it was 61 hours. How could I let my sister do that? How did I not see it?” Tom asked his parents. They looked at him in shock.

“My poor baby” your mum said.

“We will talk to her tomorrow when she wakes up.” Your dad said.

“I want to be here when she wakes up so I can apologize. I’m going to go see her again.”

He got up and walked to your room. He quietly started cleaning up the mess left from packaging orders. He then laid on the other side of your bed thinking about how he messed up so bad. Shortly after he fell asleep too.

-——————

Around 7 am you woke up still exhausted but you needed a glass of water. When you went to throw the blanket off of you, you saw Tom asleep in your bed still in his clothes from the night before.

You were confused as to why he was in your bed, but you chose to ignore him. You stood up and went to the kitchen. Your mum was already cooking breakfast.

“Morning baby. How’d you sleep?” Your mum asked.

“Alright. I’m probably going to catch a few more hours. Just needed water.” You said. “By the way, do you know why Tom is in my bed?”

“He felt bad about how he has treated you lately.” She said. “He figured out you went 60 something hours without sleep.”

You looked at her shocked and sat down. She came over and gave you a hug.

“Why did you do that to yourself? Why didn’t you ask for help?” Your dad said as he joined both of you in the kitchen.

“You were working on new stuff. Mum had shoots and a house to run. I asked Tom and thought maybe him and the boys could help but they had plans. It needed to be done before the new year and definitely needed to be done before the event.”

“We appreciate you so much baby girl. I hope you know that. You do a lot for this family and this family isn’t great at giving back. We do love you.” Your mum said as she gave you a kiss on the head. “Now please go get some sleep. Sleep all day if you’d like and I can bring you food later.”

You smiled at her and walked back to your room. Tom still hadn’t moved. You sat your water on your bedside table and crawled back under the covers. You turned your back towards Tom. You were still really saddened by his words last night, that you didn’t want to face him yet.

“Y/n/n are you awake?” You heard Tom whisper.

“Go back to sleep or get out.” You said back not opening your eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n. What I said last night was wrong. I didn’t realize you do everything for our trust. I thought mum and dad did it all. I know you’ve been killing yourself to try and catch up then get ahead, but you can’t do that to yourself. You need proper rest. I’m going to make sure you never do the 61 hours straight again. I’d rather myself do it before I let you do it again.”

“Tom it’s okay. But seriously. Leave or go back to sleep.”

“No it’s not okay. I’ve royally fucked up. I’ve let us get so far apart we are almost strangers to one another. I have a charity that doesn’t even have your name on it and you do all the work. You make sure my fans are happy as well as making sure we help other small charities. You’re absolutely amazing and I’ve treated you like shit for the last few years. I don’t even give you the time of day. I promise you this, I will do better. We will be like we used to. Even if I have to kidnap you and take you with me different places. I love you and I don’t want to be the one hurting you anymore.”

You rolled over and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your brother finally recognized you for you. He finally realized what he’s done.

“Thank you Tom. I love you too.”

He smiled at you and leaned over to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“It really means a lot that you said that. But can I please go back to sleep. I’m still exhausted.” You said.

Tom pulled you to him so your head was on his chest and shoulder. And he cuddled you so you felt protected from all the horrible things that can go wrong for you.

“Get some sleep and when you wake up, me and you will hang out. Just the two of us.” Tom said. You smiled as you drifted back to sleep.