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luvring · 2 months

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hi!! I’m not the anon who rq’d the ais falling in love with reader/mc but I would love if you could do a similar post for vere! big fan of when smooth talking pretty boys catch feelings and get mad about it…

VERE FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | here we go everybodayyy!!!

gaining vere's genuine affection and trust is tricky. you can entertain him, you can flirt, he can help you out or make deals, but seeing the 'real vere' takes work

so more than the others, there's a big danger of it getting messy. you could think it's going fast, but it could all be undone just as quickly if you step over a line or push him too far too fast

anyway. a lot of distrust in the beginning. obviously. he isn't surprised by this either. somehow, he says, you'd be just as dumb to trust him as you are not currently trusting him. you might think this doesn't make sense but it does

take him somewhere new, or try something new. he knows the city much better than you, so you have to think outside of the box. you aren't going to wait in a long ass line to get into that restaurant, you're going to make the meals yourself or sneak your way in. take him to a place that he's never gone because he thinks it looks and smells like shit, just because you heard a band was going to perform. go around daring each other to do things. maybe it all ends terribly, but vere tells you that it was enjoyable anyway (but let him pick the place next time, he's really questioning your taste)

if you're not much of a daredevil or thrill seeker, more just someone whipped going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE that's fair. it works for softer or fluffier ideas too because he's not used to that, is he! say Let's go on a picnic with what few things i can afford, and we can draw each other, sit down and enjoy the sun on a roof or something. just ask him if he wants to grab dinner. nothing crazy or weird, you just want to go get ? pasta

^ with your luck something crazy happens, probably because of the guy you're with. vere apologizes after (doesn't really mean it) but, maybe to his surprise, finds himself endeared by your exasperation and looks forward to next time

scratches head. i was like why do i feel like i've thought these thoughts before. Um. my vulnerable vere headcanons. everyone feel free to check those out. truly because they fit here and i don't want to repeat them all LOL.

some other moments... standing up for/protecting him. he says he doesn't need you to help him, but you roll your eyes and say you want to, so shut up. no one should talk to him that way, y'know.

giving vere a genuine compliment too. saying his hair looks especially nice when the sun hits it, or that despite being an annoying asshole, you really enjoy his company and you're grateful you know him. he doesn't know what to do. he glitches a little. know that he'll be thinking about it for a While.

vere falling in love is threats growing empty, taunting pet names growing endearing, letting you touch him rather than the other way around, helping you when he gains nothing in return, sudden serious reassurance or advice, secrets and vulnerability he hates all exposed to you

like in the vulnerable hcs, whatever sets your relationship off the deep end for a while is probably some involuntary exposure. fear, regret, dread, an expectation of such.

the messiness of it all.....vere is avoidant, but he can be more aggressive, and won't falter as easily as someone as mhin for example. (sorry mhin. both of these guys may want genuine connection but mhin's emotions feel... more raw? more willing, more hopeful)

^ if he mocks you for thinking it meant anything, you need to say more than a "fuck you, you liar," to catch him. his walls are higher, he's been here longer—you have to hit hard. but also ?? Somehow not Too hard. he can kill you in the demo after all. and you're too close now for him to think of killing you (which is incredibly annoying to his avoidant brain), but he might do some (emotional?) damage he'll come to regret later.

the others notice quickly when they see both of you in bad moods and avoiding each other. i don't put it past leander to try making a joke like Where's vere? The both of you usually show up together, lovers' quarrel? and then going ...! Ah.

you might want to talk to ais, honestly. he already expects you when you walk in. and you try to ask for help and he's like. ? you sure you need my help, sparrow? i'm pretty sure you know what he's doing just as well as i do.

so kind of fruitless but hey you get a complaint buddy who fr gets you! he wishes you luck (you'll need it)

if/when vere falls in love it's Serious. he doesn't just open up to anyone. You are Not Just Anyone. This is it. he didn't think he'd let this happen, think it could happen, yet here you are. the level of trust and loyalty he has with you is .??!?! off the charts.

if you doubt how much he cares about you at this point, vere is genuinely confused because ?? After Everything? He knows you're smarter than that.

he really isn't trying to invalidate you though. he does his best to reassure you and remind you of all the things he'll only do for/with you!

Saying I love you? ............. guh

vere thinks about how he dealt with his feelings before, and he realizes he needs to get himself together because he doesn't want to project and hurt you again. < feels guilty for ages if he knows it hit deep

.. i just remembered his blushing smiling sprite while talking about ais and the luvring in me wants to think about vere taking that step before you. R U JOKING really go look at that sprite again. R U JOKING.

sigh. yeah yeah feels ooc leave me alone. ok. he's scared Because of what happened with ais. you tell him you love him and you stare at each other and his tail is unnaturally still and he tries to play it off. you tell him he doesn't have to say it back and he laughs because of course you're being annnoyingly (/affectionate) understanding even now

moving on. what if . established relationship with vere where you say "i love you" and he says "of course you do" and when you hit his arm and complain about him hating you he rolls his eyes and kisses you and says of course he loves you too.

and it's with a nickname like love you too, darling. love you too, hon. whaattt who said that ?!

what if vere is actually sooo whipped and gets mushy when he feels super safe and happy and while he's being doted on. his tail wags and his ears flick when he hears you and he can't believe you were gone all day, leaving no one around to give him attention Guys let's think about this. you compliment and kiss him and he tries to act annoyed but leans in because Who is Vere to Reject Attention From You. vere who's so endlessly amused by and in love with you that he keeps grinning while you banter with each other. who blushes when you kiss his nose and tell him you love him before finally getting out of bed. RAAHH!!

well. whatever. btw feel free to hold whatever he said and did during the messy break over his head. Fair Shot. like oh, might i remind you that you trapped me against a wall and pointed out a deep insecurity i shared with you because you were scared and angry, vere. You're going to deal with putting on these stupid matching outfits or else i'm getting back-up.

guys i'm being so serious about the affectionate vere thing. Walk with me. please. somebody walk with me....

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gabriel-xander · 6 months

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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 2

[Scaramouche x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 2: You Get Slapped Twice

You sigh quietly when you knock against Scaramouche's office door.

The other Fatui agents had looked at you with some sort of judgement when you entered the building with Kazuki. You always made the effort to separate yourself from everyone else, so your reputation with the others was pretty shit. It's not like you were hated (hopefully), but they probably wouldn't go out of their way to save your ass if they saw you getting attacked.

That being said, they were all openly praying for you when you made your way to Scaramouche's office. Kazuki even hugged you before you left??

"I didn't tell you right away because I wanted to spend one last moment with you," Kazuki had told you, "Out of everyone I have ever met, I've always hated you the least."

You're gonna die for sure. <3

Scaramouche's voice snaps from the other side: "What."

That was the cue and permission to enter. Just his special way of showing he cares or whatever. You open the door and step inside, immediately feeling the overwhelming presence of the Balladeer. You close the door behind yourself, getting on your right knee to show false respect towards the Harbinger.

"My Lord, you wanted to see me?"

You kept your voice flat and bored, your expression was half hidden by your mask, though it was for naught as your face is devoid of emotion.

"Where were you during the meeting?" Scaramouche asks, not looking up from whatever paperwork he was completing.

"Reviewing the reports from my last deployment," You keep your response short, as you learned that Scaramouche hated the chatty ones, "I apologize for my absence."

"Did something go wrong?"

Why does he care?

"..."

You open your mouth but quickly close it again.

He doesn't care, he probably asked just to tell you to shut up. You see him do that with other agents, and you're not feeling like you're up for his sass.

"Whatever, I don't really care," Scaramouche sighs, "Start packing your bags, we're going to Liyue tomorrow morning with Tartaglia."

"Fuck."

"What was that?"

Ah shit. You didn't mean to say that out loud. The air is tense, there's no going back now. You're going to regret this opening your stupid mouth.

"With all due respect, My Lord-"

You wince when you hear Scaramouche push the chair back to stand up. He's walking towards you.

"-This is a sudden decision and a departure to a nation across Teyvat requires more planning. Not only that, my recent report-"

SMACK!

Your cheek burns from the aftermath, and you thank your luck for not falling over from that painful, backhanded slap. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from yelling in anger, and you dig your fingers into your palm so you don't slap him back.

This is exactly why you never fucking talk to Scaramouche.

"Get ready for tomorrow, [L/n]," Scaramouche smirks sadistically, "I'd hate to kill you so soon. You're the most tolerable second in command I've had so far."

You don't respond, not because you know to stay quiet, but because you don't want to waste your breath for someone like him. You stand up and keep your head low, stuffing your hands into your pockets to hide that your fists are shaking with aggression.

"Yes, My Lord. Is there anything else?" You ask quietly.

"Hm... yeah. Now that you mention it, I was going to do it myself, but since you're here..." Scaramouche walks to his desk to grab a few papers, "Do you know where Tartaglia is?"

You furrow your brows, "Yes, My Lord. He's-"

"-Just take these to him and tell him the plans for the departure," Scaramouche basically thrusts the papers at you, so you had no choice but to get them, "Can you handle that?"

Motherfucker is mocking you.

"Yes, sir," You bite back, "Would you like a coffee with that order?"

"Watch your tongue."

You look down at the papers and frown. You've only spoken to Tartaglia that one time, and you're honestly praying he won't recognize you. He might want to fight you or something.

You bow slightly before leaving the office, jogging down the halls to find the ginger bread man. Scaramouche rolls his eyes at your departure, heading back to his desk to complete the paperwork.

He doesn't like how simultaneously expressive and monotonous you are. You have so much fighting spirit, but your delivery is so dry. It's most definitely a front you display in front of him since you know how to behave. But Scaramouche wishes you can hide that true part of yourself better.

...

He doesn't know why.

——

You lean your back against the wall, watching Tartaglia beat the living shit out of his subordinates in the largest training room. That included Kazuki, so it was amusing to see his cocky ass get ate.

The Zapolyarny Palace was home to many Harbingers and Fatui agents. While there were a few from each group that had their own homes out of the palace they lived in, you unfortunately lived with the majority in the damn palace.

Sure, staying in the same building with the Tsaritsa was epic and all, but... you're not a die-hard worshiper like most people. In fact, you don't really have a favorite Archon. You thought Barbatos was pretty nifty, but that's about it.

Joining the Fatui wasn't to devote yourself to the Tsaritsa and her mysterious plans. You joined because you're curious about the truth behind Khae-

"[L/n]?"

You're brought back when Kazuki calls out to you. Poor Kazuki was laying on the floor and panting with exhaustion. Tartaglia was standing above him victoriously, a sadistic smile plastered his face.

"Kazuki," You nod in acknowledgement, both of you keeping it strictly professional when you're around others.

Tartaglia looks at you and widens his eyes a bit: "[L/n]? Oh, I remember you!"

Ah shit.

"Lord Tartaglia," You bow deeply, "it's a pleasure."

"Hey, didn't I tell you to call me Childe?" The Harbinger chuckles as he steps over Kazuki towards you.

"Oh, yes. Apologies, Lord Childe."

"No, just... ah, we'll work on it," The ginger sighs, "Did you come for your friend here? Or did you finally miss me enough to come find me?"

You see Kazuki in your peripheral vision pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. You almost do the same.

"Oh, how did you know?" You reply humorlessly, showing Childe the papers, "Actually, Lord Scaramouche made me his messenger girl. He wanted me to inform you that his branch will be departing to Liyue with you tomorrow morning. And he wanted me to give you these."

Childe raises a brow as he takes them. You see his eyes move side to side as he quickly reads through the first paper.

"Hm... Well, me and my subordinates were actually supposed to take this ship to Liyue for some business as well. It seems Scaramouche wants to preserve resources and have us both leave tomorrow." Childe summarizes for you.

Which he really didn't need to. Maybe he's just being friendly so you can drop your guard just so he can find a weakness and exploit it.

He then frowns, "That's way too soon for a spontaneous trip. The ship won't have room for all of us if Scaramouche plans on bringing all his subordinates."

You simply stand there with your hands behind your back, listening to Childe's woes quietly. Not that the gossip will help you, but you can never be too careful about observing people for later references.

"What do you think, Wakus Bonkus [L/n]?"

You frown, not understanding why your opinion matters for this.

"I-"

"Ooh! You naughty, Wankus Bonkus!"

"-Actually! Come with me, won't you, [L/n]?" Childe starts walking out of room, "You too, Kuzashi!"

"It's Kazuki," The male in question sighs quietly as he pushes himself to stand.

You wait for your comrade before you two leave the room, quickly trailing after the Harbinger who took long strides.

"You're alive," Kazuki says with wonder.

"No shit, Sherlock," You scoff out a laugh, "Wait, no!"

You skip ahead to walk in front of Kazuki, walking backwards so you can face him.

"Kazuki~! Kazuki~~!" You sing in a low and "spooky" tone, "This is the ghost of [L/n]~! I've come back with a warning~!"

The brunette rolls his eyes, though you couldn't see thanks to his mask. You snicker quietly and spin around to walk normally.

"Lord Scaramouche just wanted to yell at someone, honestly," You said, "He wanted to tell me about the departure to Liyue for tomorrow morning. Apparently, he also wanted us to tag along with Lord Tartaglia and his subordinates. Something about saving the resources?"

"What? But... You guys can't leave Snezhnaya yet. Your recent report about-"

"-Yeah, I tried telling him that but he fucking pimp slapped me into the next nation."

You're pretty sure you heard Childe snort.

"...Are you okay?"

"What, are you worried about me? Don't be getting soft on me, Kazuki."

"Well, fuck you too, then."

"Charming." You tense up suddenly when Childe stops in front of Scaramouche's office, "Lord Childe, why are we here?"

Childe knocks on the door twice before opening it, "I'm coming in, Scaramouche."

God dammit, Childe.

You wait until Childe enters the office before you silently throw a tantrum and stomp towards the office. Kazuki was watching that happen with deep understanding in his eyes.

"What do you want?" You hear Scaramouche spit out before you enter the office with Kazuki.

You almost wave awkwardly when Scaramouche looks at you with, what you believe is to be, disgust. The Balladeer pushes his chair back and marches around the table and towards you. You honestly expect him to beat you up right then and there.

"Did you bring him?"

"What is this about your trip to Liyue tomorrow?" Childe interrupts with a frown, "This is too soon for your departure, especially with the amount of people that will be coming."

Scaramouche frowns, "Deal with it. I have no other business to attend to here, so I might as well head to what concerns me next. The next ship heading to Liyue doesn't arrive until next month, I'm not waiting that long."

You feel Kazuki's eyes on you, you had to bite your tongue to not speak up. Unfortunately, the Archons have chosen you to be their silliest clown for today.

"And you, [L/n]?" Childe crosses his arms as he turns to look at you with expectancy, "What is your opinion on this?"

...

Wat?

You widen your eyes from behind your mask and shake your head, instinctively taking a step back when you see Scaramouche get closer in your peripheral vision.

"Oh, I—don't-my opinion isn't-"

"-No, tell me, [L/n]." Scaramouche was suddenly standing in front of you, causing you to flinch, "You clearly have something to say. Then say it."

Childe is literally dead to you now. If you weren't a subordinate, you would've given Childe a look that read exactly as "I fucking hate you".

"Well... Two months ago I received an "anonymous tip" from a Fatui agent who received that tip from a civilian somewhere in Snezhnaya," You made air quotes when needed, then placed your hands on you hips, "Apparently, a Treasure Hoarder group had ambushed some Fatui and stole not only their equipment, but also the Visions from those who had it."

Scaramouche frowns, "Yeah, I remember that. I sent you out to deal with it."

You nod, "Right. The Treasure Hoarders were dealt with, but we lost a handful of men and their entire beings disappeared. However, those Treasure Hoarders were no doubt killed."

You had made the order for their execution, but you didn't stick around to see the monstrosity you made your soldiers become. You couldn't handle it.

"So, what's the issue?"

"Two days ago, when it was my day off, I got um..." You furrow your eyebrows to think, "I guess ambushed is the correct term, but I wasn't in danger. Anyway, I got a surprise visit from a random civilian. She told me that she was the one who sent that anonymous tip from before. But she had actually deceived us at that time."

Kazuki crosses his arms, "And how did she recognize you?"

"Her son was one of my subordinates, and he was the one who gave me that tip in the first place. He gave a detailed description of my appearance to her just so she could come find me."

"What happened next?" Childe asks with a serious expression.

"Well, two months ago, she and her son, Isaac, were beaten near death by several groups of Treasure Hoarders. They took Isaac hostage and stole his Vision, then they threatened to kill his mother if Issac didn't agree to cooperate and become a supplier. So, Isaac led a group of agents to a false camp site to get ambushed. And that was the version of events we were exposed to."

You had kept your voice monotonous the entirety of your explanation, not wanting Scaramouche to have a reason for calling you emotional or whatever. Either way, it just comes naturally to you when talking to the Harbingers.

"But I guess those agents we thought were dead, are actually still alive and are part of the Treasure Hoarders. They've been using their Visions and equipment to replicate the technology, armor, and weapons. Isaac is probably dead, but it's for sure known that he at least stopped cooperating with them. I haven't heard from his mother since two days ago."

You hold your hands behind your back, waiting in the tense silence for what the Harbingers might say.

"[L/n]..."

SMACK!!

You could barely see the hand coming towards you, the next thing you knew, you were on the floor with no doubt a bright handprint burning your right cheek. Your mask had flown off from the force, causing it to slide against the floor and out of your reach.

This motherfucker slapped you.

Again.

You...

Really hate Scaramouche so fucking much.

Kazuki takes a step towards you in concern, but he remembers where he is and stops. Folding his arms behind himself to preserve his image, Kazuki looks away, opting to just look at your mask.

"Scaramouche-"

"-I deal with my subordinates however I see fit, Tartaglia," The Balladeer says coldly, cutting off the ginger, "I'm staying in Snezhnaya after all. It seems I haven business to take care of."

You can taste your blood pooling in your mouth from how hard and suddenly you bit your tongue. You keep your head down and stay where you are, knowing that behaving like this will make him happy about "making you submit".

"Our business seems to be done now, correct?" Scaramouche starts walking to his desk, "Leave. All of you. I'm getting tired of looking at you."

Well, Childe didn't want to keep looking at Scaramouche either! He grabs your mask and leaves the room without another word. Kazuki was quick to follow while you were just getting up from the floor.

"Come back tomorrow morning after Tartaglia is to depart," Scaramouche says, "You don't want me to be the one to seek you out first."

"Yes, My Lord," You mutter quietly to keep your lips as closed as you could to stop the blood from seeping out.

And with that, you leave his office for the 2nd time that day with a bruise already coloring your face. You close the door behind yourself and immediately turn your head to the side to spit out a surprising amount of blood.

Gross.

You hear Childe telling Kazuki some orders, but you were more focused on spitting out the metallic liquid to actually pay attention to what was said. When you hear a pair of footsteps grow distant, you assume Childe has left you alone. You pull down your sleeve and wipe at your mouth to rid of any red that may have stained your lips.

"Here," Childe's gloved hand (even though the glove looked like it was halfway on) holds out your mask to you, "Is... Scaramouche always like that?"

Childe's eyebrows were furrowed together, a small frown etching his lips. You can't help but notice that his two red earrings compliment his blue eyes. You've always acknowledged that Childe looks pretty, but it was more of a physical thing. His personality is starting to shine through in making him more attractive.

You smile softly, "Thank you... And yes. But you learn to tune it out... Or so I've been told by an apparent liar."

Childe chuckles, "I didn't mean to get you in trouble like that. But also, you did save me from an unpleasant trip with him, so I guess I owe you one."

"No, there's no need," You don't bother putting your mask back, "You're the reason why I was able to get a word in at all. So, I should be thanking you, Lord Childe."

He shakes his head: "Just Childe."

"Lord Childe."

"Childe."

"Master Childe?"

"Childe."

"Sir Childe?"

"..."

"Childe, sir?" You couldn't help the grin, "Mr. Man Childe Sir?"

The blue eyed male rolls his eyes with a grin matching yours, "Alright, alright, wise guy. You should get some rest now, no doubt your boss will run you ragged tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know," You sigh and begin to bow, "Have a g-"

"-You don't need to do that," Childe pats your arm to get you to stand up right, "We're more like casual friends, don't you think? Relax a little."

Uh-

"O-Okay," You smile nervously, your habits yelling at you to stop being so expressive with a Harbinger, "Have a good night, Lor-erm, Childe."

"Good night, girlie."

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muninnhuginn · 6 months

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shima says all this stuff that at face value can seem like good advice ("don't get too hung up on decisions" etc) or does things that make it seem like he doesn't really care (him bunking off school, not interfering when mitsumi is being mocked in front of him). and it means he gives off this chill vibe on a surface level.

but when you understand the underlying reason why he thinks this way it becomes incredibly obvious that these words and actions are more an expression of how unhealthy his mental state is?

he's actively telling himself that stuff doesn't matter because when he *has* let them matter in his head, that's what led to the whole acting-mum-ririka scenarios. so, school doesn't really matter. theatre? he's done with that. it doesn't matter that he once "loved" acting when all he has now is a broken relationship with his mum and bad associations. much easier to not care.

it's a mix of what he tells himself and what he genuinely believes at this point. he's so conflict-avoidant that he pre-empts any possible tensions by being deliberately passive and prioritising (his perception of) others' feelings above himself. his very choice to agree to date mitsumi was a mix of his own unrecognised feelings towards her (which is why he jumped the gun when mitsumi hadn't even properly *asked*) and the idea that mitsumi liked him so he could do this for her and maybe it wouldn't be so bad. he's trying to pacify his idea of mitsumi's feelings without actually examining his own.

and at the same time, for someone so image-conscious, he has zero idea of the red flags he gives off sometimes. his perspective of love being that between a 'person' and a 'lover' it would be the 'person' you 'like' more being the most extreme example. he plain doesn't realise that his approach is atypical and so he doesn't realise he needs to 'counter' it in his image management. when people make fun of mitsumi in front of him he chooses the route he believes will lead to the least tension and is genuinely surprised when mitsumi *doesn't* want to prioritise group harmony above herself.

he's pushed his own feelings down until he no longer understands himself and it actively affects how he reads other people too. generally speaking, he *is* good at reading the social mood, but more specifically, he's good at figuring out *how to placate people*. there's a reason he's so popular. but he keeps individuals at a distance deliberately. most of the people he's closer to and/or more honest with are those who have known him from his acting days, before he started pushing people away. and when he's interacting one-to-one with people who actually know him like mukai? that's when the cracks start to show and the whole illusion breaks down.

#im not going anywhere with this. he's just. a mystery.#and I've not even started on how his avoidance/passiveness verges on selfish at times bc he's so focused trying to maintain peace #that he misses when he's hurting ppl. mitsumi the obvious one but also his whole dynamic w/ ririka. he's so caught up feeling guilty #that he just ends up feeding into ririka's idea that neither of them can be happy. ririka herself is only able to make progress when #shima finally puts his foot down and says he won't do this anymore. he'll let himself live.#skip to loafer #skip and loafer #stl manga spoilers

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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S/O with split personality with a professional assassin

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Nagisa, Karma ] [ Assassination Classroom / Anatsu Kyoshitsu ]

× This is inspired in Toko Fukawa (from Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc)

I know this is not how split personality actually works, but I loved this idea and I just do it for fun

Summary: You're more quiet/introvert and kind, even a little insecure. But you hide the fact that you have other personality more extrover, confident and even proud. You switch personalities when get really scare/surprise

Nagisa Shiota

Nagisa loves you with all his heart, and, even before start dating both of you could always be seen together

While you get your assassin training you always show have good skills for it, but you always brush it off, even getting embarased for the compliments (as if were something you don't like), so he just leave it be

Nagisa is pretty observant and will notice how sometimes you seem really nervous, specialy near Karma and Nakamura (they are the most probable to actually trigger you to switch), he's curious about it but won't really ask

Also, he is a quiet person in general, and know how to read the ambience to know how to act when need it, so it would be dificult for him to trigger you to switch

The moment he had the oportunity to meet your other personality it was while you were hanging out (in school or outside in a date), someone decided to mess with you two

To say he was surprised was not enough, in a moment you practically faint for the surprise/fear, and in the other you stand up, threatening the person who scared you and mocking them for their fearful expresion

Nagisa can't bring himself to understand what happen, so you'll have to explain him. He will ask a lot of things in order to understand better. He's not one who judge, so he will accept it as part of you

It will take him a while to get used to, especially because the huge diference between personalities, but he will

He's loving and caring, he always now what to say to make you feel better, he will reassure you that this won't really be a problem and the class will acept you too, but if you still want to keep it hidden he will support you

After telling him your assassin nickname he will search about what you have done (he's just curious), and he gets surprise for what he reads, and whenever he gets the chance to see your true assassin skill in training he gets mesmerized

Since is like if you were two different persons anybody never really notice your bloodlust, not even the teachers (Koro-sensei is the most probably to know it, but it's not sure), but as a professional assassin they already heard of you

Nagisa probably ends asking you for advice for training and with the assassin plans

He already get flustered whenever you compliment him, and with that confident attitude of yours he get even more blushy. Specialy if you compliment him for his assassin skills, Nagisa doesn't see himself as someone special, but since is coming from you, an actual professional assassin and his S/O, it means a lot for him (his mind just stops working)

Karma Akabane

He ADORES your quiet/introvert personality, he thinks is super cute and, of corse, loves teasing you too (making you blush is one of his favorite hobbies)

For being a little insecure and quiet attitude he gets protective over you, he's the only one with the right to mess with you

In training he notice that you're good in it, but nothing really special so he don't think much of it

Knowing how sadistic he is you stay wary around him most of the time, you love him but you also know him pretty well to know that he's capable to trigger you enough to make you switch

And this, obviously don't go unoticed by him, also notice how you seems to avoid whatever will scare you or how you hate to be surprised. For that Karma make his own personal goal scare you to see what you're hidding

The day he did it finally came, but he doesn't expect for you to faint, he was laughing and ready to help you up when you stand up like nothing telling him that being so handsome don't give him the right to do something like that

It doesn't take him long to get an idea of whats happening, but still ask you right away. Contrary at what may seems Karma is really respectful of the topic, will hear whatever you say carefuly, and after learning all he need Karma will return to his normal self

Karma won't mind it to much, actually he thinks that he couldn't ask for a better partner. Also he gets really interesed in your work as an assassin, and will ask you about it (he actually become your fan), this man can pass hours and hours hearing your stories about your works and past victims

He can easily match you confident attitude

If you want to keep it as a secret he will respect your decision, but will give you a lot of hints and make a lot of jokes about it when you're in your other personality just to tease you (but if this truly upset you he will calm down a little)

Like Nagisa, he really never get to notice your bloodlust before, and even now when you're in the other personality you never seems to show it (he will find a way to take advantage of this)

He's always encouring you to use all your potential in training and in the assassination attempts. And, of course, being the sadistic troublemaker he is Karma will take advantage of your habilities, always inviting you over in whatever he's planing to do (you two are a couple made in hell)

It's almost imposible to get him flustered/blusy, but you always find a way to do it, and he get even more embarased if you do it in front of others

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #anatsu kyoshitsu #nagisa #nagisa shiota #nagisa x reader #nagisa shiota x reader #karma #karma akabane #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Being best friends with Wednesday Addams includes:

Regardless of how you are as a person, even if it's dark as Wednesday herself, you'll still be known as the sunshine out of the two of you.

Either being her friend from forever ago or even once she's at Nevermore and acting like you've known each other from forever ago is a thing.

For a while, you didn't even know just how much she cared for you or your friendship until she either straight up told you or threatened someone for you.

Understanding that her humor is dry and depending on the person, you'll explain that she's joking or if you both don't like the person you'll join in on the dry humor.

Always going to her for advice or if you want a new point of view since she doesn't hold back and is very blunt about what she thinks.

Even if she doesn't care, you'll stand up when people insult her about anything while she walks away, and Enid holds you back.

Being one of the few people that can easily make her smile but knowing not to make a big deal out of it and always shrug off questions of how you did it.

Helping her torment and torture Pugsley when you visit the Addams residence or letting her test things on you after making sure it wouldn't actually kill you.

Wednesday normally picks what the two of you are doing, and once it comes to the whole Hyde and her family past, you stand by her and help her.

Everyone honestly is kind of jealous about how the two of you are, especially when they see she doesn't force you to do anything but actually asks you to do whatever.

She refuses to have secrets and expects the same from you once she even starts to notice how Tyler and Xavier are acting. You are always the first to know.

Wednesday does threaten you granted, not as bad as others, but you always laugh it off knowing she won't do anything to you.

She does not like the thought of you dating or anyone taking your time away from her and will always make it known she doesn't like whoever else has your attention.

You have to be someone who's as weird, if not weirder, than she is, and doesn't care what anybody thinks. You both can have long discussions about morbid topics (or I guess you could consider them more fascinating than morbid lol) and not have to talk all the time. You just enjoy each other's company.

Most times, people think you're not friends or close since she has a tendency to mock you or make fun of you and honestly get a little scared for you when they hear you give her a hard time back.

You both never try to change the other, but she'll stand for you while you normally speak to others for her since she didn't see the point in it.

Exploring different abandoned buildings in the city. Even though it's a bit dangerous, she likes the thrill would be worth it. Then, afterward, you guys would go for coffee even if you poke fun at how Tyler acts around her.

Playing defense for her and distracting Tyler or Xavier away from her, especially when she feels she's busy enough and doesn't want to deal with them.

Poking fun about her date to the Rave'N but also forcing her to dance around with you or attend other school things with you.

Doing your best to help her ease into the 21st century and teach her what she needs to know while she teaches you older things regardless of whether you asked or not.

She would help you in every way possible. Need to get rid of a body? Done! Need a place to hide from your abusive family? Done! Need someone to listen to your darkest secrets without a hint of judgment? Done!. And she would do it in a very loving manner while simultaneously mocking your misfortune a little.

Whenever you two do fight, you're both extremely petty, to which Thing hates it and will make it known while trying to make things better again, but acts like a kid during a custody battle.

Never forcing Wednesday to do any kind of physical touch but doing the same as Mortica where you barely graze her until she either starts doing it or asks for a comforting touch.

You easily controlling the situation and playing mediator for her and Enid when they fight or act petty to each other, but also being very close to Enid and helping her understand Wednesday better.

Playing around in or with her things but also sitting quietly as you listen to her play the cello and give her feedback on it.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday hcs #wednesday #wednsday addams #wednesday addams #wednesday addams imagine #being best friends would include

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le-morte-d-belle · 6 months

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Wow, how have I not posted this oneshot on here yet?

Title: Kiss Me

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Main Characters: Reader/YN; Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Warnings: RomCom

Notes: A one-shot about Y/N's feelings for Gojo and her need for clarity. Primarily Y/N focused and features a female Jujutsu reader but doesn't have any specifying characteristics other than "she." Reader's ability is created by me, but feel free to ask me more about it.

Possibly will turn into a story, but for now, it is a stand-alone story.

Summary: "She hated that her heart was so enraptured at the thought of this man. It disgusted her knowing that one smile would cause her mind to shut down." Gojo was a tease. One minute you could be flirting with him, and the next, he'd have you at arms link. Y/N had been paired with Gojo for months now, and she still hadn't figured him out, yet. There was only thing she knew for sure: She wanted him to kiss her.

"Kiss me."

"Ooo, I like it when you make commands."

"That's not what— never mind. Just...just kiss me, okay?"

"And, if I say no?"

"What? I thought...are you...wait! Wait! God, this is already embarrassing enough. Just, stop teasing me already, Satoru!"

"Man, you're no fun tonight."

"Fun?" Y/N huffed, visibly flushing further in her discomfort, "Fun? Really, that's what you're taking away from all this? I literally just asked you to kiss me and all you can say is I'm not any fun? You know what, forget I asked."

She had made to turn away and leave Gojo to his own devices— there wasn't any point in continuing to go back and forth with him if all he was going to do was tease her. Besides, why stay when this whole interaction, their relationship, was apparently nothing more than some form of entertainment for him. Gojo made her out to be some sort of toy. Y/N was here to perform for her "master" whenever he wished for her to and she was sick of it.

"Aw, come on! Don't be like that." Gojo laughed, "I can't help it. I have this love for seeing you all riled up. Once I catch a glimpse of those flushed cheeks, I can't stop myself from chasing that high!"

Y/N rolled her eyes at that. Gojo was the best Jujutsu Sorcerer and smooth talker in all of Japan. He had a way of making people feel like the most important thing in the world, while somehow still being able to mock them in one way or another. He didn't love seeing her "all riled up," Gojo loved seeing everyone riled up. This wasn't something special they shared. It wasn't even something he exclusively did to her. Y/N had been warned, scolded and harassed for her involvement with him— told numerous times to try and avoid him at every cost. Yet, as much as she tried to apply the advice given, Y/N didn't really get a choice on who she was sent on missions with. That was the fault of all those old, stuffy sorcerers and their compatibility in Jujutsu.

Yet, Gojo was a god.

He was the only man in this generation who could control the space between and manipulate cursed energy any way he saw fit. An untouchable being with the knowledge of just how untouchable he was. Gojo could act like a jester all he wanted but in the end, even a god seeking some fun was still a god when everything was said and done.

Y/N was nothing compared to a god.

Sure, the Elders here in Japan might have deemed her a Special Grade, but back in the States, she barely passed as a Semi-First Grade. There was nothing special about her. The technique gifted to her hadn't done more than allow others to bring up her shitty family as an afterthought in most conversations. Honestly, what was so great about being able to temporarily "dampen" someone's cursed energy usage or completely exorcise a cursed spirit without the use of other Jujutsu techniques? It wasn't worth the "Special Grade" title, not when she was pretty sure the latter part of her Jutsushiki was a common ability among the Sorcerer world.

Nevertheless though, Y/N found herself stuck with Gojo as a partner and mentor who was suppose to be helping her nurture her abilities. Everyone could talk all the shit they wanted about Satoru Gojo, but none of them had to deal with him like she did. And none of them would have been able to stop her from falling for him like she had.

God, she hated it.

She hated that her heart was so enraptured at the thought of this man. It disgusted her knowing that one smile would cause her mind to shut down. Y/N wanted to rip her eyes out so they'd stop seeking him, and maybe sow her mouth shut in the process because it wasn't like talking was doing much for her anyways. How hard was it to not be affected by every little thing he did? How much more of a fool was Y/N to become before she could finally be herself again?

"I hate you."

"Hey, hey! I thought we were having a moment here?"

"So did I but ya' know, no. The only thing that's happening here, is me leaving your ass to deal with that First Grade by yourself. Not that you needed me anyways. Have fun, asshole!"

"Now, now, there's no need to be upset. I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything. However, how does one respond to being told to kiss someone?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, well...I...that's no—"

"Not what you meant? But you did tell me to kiss you, right? And here I thought consent was very important!"

"What? No! Wait! Yes! Hold on! Yeah, I mean yes! Consent is very important but that's...that's not what I was trying to get at and you know it!"

"Do I?"

"You know what? No. Just stop. I wasn't trying to force you to kiss me, okay? I just really, really wanted to stop playing these games with you. God! Like one moment you're flirting with me and the next you're treating like I'm the butt of all your jokes. I don't even know what you want from me half the time! Are we flirting? Is this a thing? Is what I think happening actually happening? Like is there really a thing going on between us or am I just trippin' out? Because let me tell you, I rather it be the latter so I can go ahead and bury these feelings I somehow developed for you and call it a day?"

"Whoa. That's kind of a lot to take in."

It was. It really was a lot to take in and Y/N desperately needed someone to tell her why she thought unloading all this information while the two of them were supposed to be hunting down a First Grade cursed spirit was the perfect time to do so. This wasn't how she had planned to approach the topic. It definitely wasn't what she had wanted to tell Gojo. Or, well, yes? She did tell him to kiss her but Y/N thought the two of them were having another "moment."

What, with the moon full and blooming with light. Or with the gentle breeze that seemed to be pushing the two of them closer. It didn't help that Gojo made her feel like she was the center of all his attention, even though she subconsciously knew she couldn't be— would never be. Except, Y/N couldn't stop herself from allowing Gojo to make her feel that way or allowing Gojo to be the center of hers. For god's sake, the man even saved her from falling flat on her face like the cliché romcom she had thought they'd found themselves in.

But maybe it was all in her head? Maybe she had really imagined things? It wouldn't be the first time, and while she might have been younger when those instances happened, it didn't mean she couldn't make the same mistakes now as an adult. Sure, it would have been a lot nicer and less embarrassing if she could have avoided this mess but, you know, growth. Or some shit like that.

It was probably best to stray away from all these thoughts now, though. Y/N was starting to look like a lunatic the more she continued to let her mind reflect on the situation she found herself in. As well, being crouched on the sidewalk with her head in her hands might have not helped either. She just needed to muster up the energy to pick her dignity off the floor and maybe that would hopefully give Y/N a chance to pull through this all. As of right now though? Yeah, she was going to lose it. Unless the ground beneath her could swallow her up faster.

"Hey," Gojo interrupted softly. "I think there might be some miscommunication here."

"You think?" Y/N retorted quietly.

"Hey," Gojo said once more. "Don't hide yourself from me. If I'm to be honest, the thing I love to see the most— are your eyes."

"What?"

Soft laughter poured out of him then. And when she finally looked up at Gojo, crouched right there before her with his blindfold raised, Y/N couldn't help but believe the sincerity in his words. While there might have been a very high chance this was just another attempt at Gojo trying to be "human", there was that small little tug from her pinky finger urging her to believe.

"They're always so expressive."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes."

"Oh."

They crouched there for a moment longer in silence. A part of her could feel the heat warmly sitting on her cheeks and while her heart was beating up a symphony, everything was so quiet around them. For a moment Y/N thought Gojo might have put up a Curtain to hide them away from the rest of the world, but there wasn't really a moment he could have. There was that nagging fear again that she might have been reading too much into this, yet, there wasn't any way she was, right? He had to feel it too. There was no way Gojo could ignore the string pulling at his thumb. This, this had to be real. It just had to be.

"As much as I love them though," Gojo whispered, "Do me a favor and close them real quick, yeah?"

Another moment passed in silence before Y/N sighed and complied. She kept them closed even though cold hands sought out her burning cheeks. She kept them closed, even when a cool puff of air tickled her face. And as much as she wanted to ingrain the sight of him with her eyes, Y/N still kept them closed when Gojo finally kissed her.

#my writing #my fanfic writing #my fanfic #my work #writings #story #oneshot #story: Kiss Me #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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lucciluvr · 2 years

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with a s/o insecure about their smile ; headcanons

contains : self-deprecating language. scenario like headcanons. no pronouns so gender neutral. comfort. fluff with sanji. grammatical errors probably.

character : luffy, zoro, & sanji

request : “can i request for the monster trio where the reader is insecure about her smile? scenario please <3 also take your time on writing this“ — anon

edited : scenario version

a/n : sorry this took so long anon, hope you're still there. i didn't have the chance to use any pronouns so gen neut it is. hope you enjoy this :].... I'M SO FUCKING STUPID LMAOAOAO IT SAID SCENARIOS I JUST READ IT AGAIN AS I'M WRITING THIS NOTE. I'M GONNA UPLOAD THIS AND... YEAH, REUPLOAD A SCENARIO VERSION BWHAHAHAHAHAHHA. WHOOPS. SORRY!

monkey d. luffy

he didn't notice when you would cover your mouth whenever you smile, thought it was just a quirk of yours.

he was tickling you and holding your arms in place when you told him to stop and actually sounded upset despite the laughing.

immediately stopped and watched as you pull away and face away from him.

asked you what's wrong, genuinely confused.

when you told him about it, he disagreed and seems more confused.

he absolutely loves making and seeing you smile, and you don't even like your smile? :((

deadass asked you if he should stop making you happy.

sometimes you'd think what he says are just words without meaning, but you know luffy isn't the type of man to say things he doesn't mean, and knowing that with seeing him happy comforts you.

he doesn't give you advice but he does make you feel better with his own not to little ways.

roronoa zoro

now, he would notice but wouldn't say a thing unless you bring it up.

doesn't specifically know that you're insecure about your smile, just that something bothers you in moments nothing should, like when you're happy.

the two of you were hanging in the aquarium and he saw your reflection, you were trying to smile differently but frown before shaking your head and sighing.

asks what's bothering you and you said it's stupid, he disagreed and said "if it's bothering you then it's not" but wouldn't force you.

you said that it's your smile and it's ugly. it doesn't suit your face and you look better with a nonchalant expression rather than a smiling one.

he frowned and disagreed, said that "if that's what you look like when you're happy then it's the best you'll ever look."

he wouldn't push it any further and tells you to not sweat the small things, and that you look fine.

even says no one pays attention to your face like you thought they do 💀.

he means well, but he's not the one to emotionally be reactive against.

black leg sanji

before you were dating, you tried to hide your smile or not smile at all, he made it his challenge to make you smile and witness it.

he swooned and told you that he wishes to see your beautiful smile.

"beautiful? funny word, my smile is FAR from beautiful," you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic tone, but sanji noticed the truth in it.

as you started dating, he'll slowly build your confidence. no pressure, just slowly and surely.

first, you'd only smile around him when the others were absent.

VERY happy. tells himself he's the luckiest man alive because only he can witness your smiles.

a little sad because he wants to be special for that smile but of course, he cares more about making you comfortable with your own smile.

praises and rewards you when you make progress, not that he always does that anyways 🙄.

very supportive of your journey to confidence and will be there evey step of the way.

kisses the corners of your lips out of the blue when you grin.

all of them

if the cause of your insecurities is someone, they'll travel the grandline again just to punch, kick, and hack that mf up.

they all smile to themselves whenever you smile around others without you hiding it.

loves you for you and will never let someone make fun or mock you. not even yourself.

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy headcanons #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #black leg sanji #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #op x reader #op headcanons #op hcs #lyn's #monster trio #one piece strawhats #one piece comfort

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sureuncertainty · 19 days

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okay so like how do you set boundaries with an internet friend that you don't wanna be friends with anymore? this is no one here, this is someone i know via instagram and I kinda just realized is actually a dick to me? all the time? and i don't wanna talk to them anymore much less have them edit my book (which they offered to do and I stupidly already said yes)

I don't wanna block them without saying anything, i literally have trauma around being blocked for no reason BUT like is that worse than like? just ghosting them forever? cause that's what I've been kinda doing already

this person CLAIMS to like my book but they've also given me stupid super nit-picky and mean spirited criticisms on it that make no sense that are literally like suspension of disbelief things (also they tried to say that it was "unrealistic" for Cain to not be arrested for tax fraud, which like. buddy you're european and you have no fucking idea what CEO billionaires in the US are fucking capable of getting away with apparently lol)

These criticisms were basically unprompted btw. they were like oh can i make some comments and I said yeah sure thinking it'd be something small and then they proceeded to tell me that my entire story makes no sense and kinda mock it and make fun of it and make me feel dumb

so they made me really insecure about my writing and also literally none of my headmates like them and we get that we can't stop them from reading our book when it's published BUT we just don't want to talk to them about it or have them read it for free

i asked a friend about it and they think they're jealous of me and that's why they say they like my book but are also picking it apart and idk if that's true but I don't think they're like... PURPOSEFULLY being an asshole they just are. i literally dread every message I get from them. OH also they called one of my headmates an ableist slur which like okay fine, it's a common slur that people throw around but it was still hmmmm not great (we are not out as a system on instagram btw)

they send me videos that are completely irrelevant to my interests, they've been BUGGING me about when i'll send them the chapters of silence agenda I told them they could edit (which now will not be happening lol). also our very first conversation was them trying to tell me that studying titanic history doesn't matter WHEN I WAS LITERALLY GRIEVING AFTER THE SUBMERSIBLE DISASTER LAST SUMMER AND VENTING MY FRUSTRATIONS ABOUT IT. and i did snap at them that time and we worked it out and both apologized for making assumptions which was fine but still. like i almost blocked them the moment they sent me that message and now i really really really wish I had bc I feel like i'm in too deep

we also have several mutuals in common and i would worry that if I blocked them on everything, they'd ask one of our common mutuals about it (or a mutual would share my art or something) and they'd realize that I have them blocked, and then i'd have to like. explain myself. and i don't feel comfortable telling those mutuals about it bc i DO NOT want to be that person that's like 'hey jsyk you're following this person who is Problematique' bc i DESPISE when people do that

anyway yeah i just don't know how to handle it and any advice would be appreciated. idk how i've been putting up with this person's bullshit for so long like dear lord i kinda felt like i yanked the wool off my eyes today and realized how fucking awful they are to me

#sorry for the massive vent i just wanted to get these feelings out #and i did end up blocking an ex tumblr mutual once and haven't regretted it but they were a radfem #this is different obviously #but yeah none of us want anything to do with this person ever again. we don't wanna put up with their bullshit #win rambles #vent /

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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MY FAVORITE STEVE & KIDS HC AT THE MOMENT: the kids coming to you (and steve) for relationship advice because even though they would never admit it out loud your relationship with steve is perfect to them so of course they want your opinion on their own love life 😭❤️

omg it's been so long that this has been in my inbox, i'm sorry! but i ADORE this!!!

they always pay a lot of attention to the two of you, and at first you think it's because they're not used to seeing the two of you together, or maybe that they're trying to pay extra close attention so that they have more things to tease steve about. it takes you a while to realize that, while they do ultimately like to give you both hell about how touchy and cheesy your relationship with steve is, they also have ulterior motives. endearing ulterior motives, it seems.

max and lucas come to you and steve separately after one of their many dramatic breakups, asking for advice on how to better communicate and listen to one another. this happens several times, and while it's almost amusing, you pitch the idea to steve that you should try to help them stabilize their relationship and so you try. thankfully, all it takes is a little patience and vulnerability, and the two are down from near weekly breakups to only an occasional argument.

the others seem to take notice of this, of the way that you somehow worked wonders for max and lucas's relationship, and so they're slowly but surely coming to the two of you, sometimes talking to the both of you at once.

dustin typically asks for advice on what to get suzie for her birthday or for how he should dress for their next date. however, after an incident of mismatched patterned shirt and pants, you came into the mix and made sure to give your little bits of input when you could. steve handled most things well, but you still wanted to make sure there were no other huge mishaps. dustin eventually starts going to you for some things, steve for others, and steve always gives you a mock pout of jealousy when he hears that dustin went to you for something and not him. it's all in good fun, though. in reality, it warms his heart to see that you're getting along so well with the kids.

as shy as el is, she comes to steve first about general knowledge about love in general. she knows a lot from what hopper and joyce and mike taught her, but she still sometimes doesn't truly understand things, so she tentatively asks him about it. you don't take it personal that she doesn't come to you often; she seems quite shy and reserved, and knowing how her childhood went has you completely understanding of why that would be the case. steve tells you one day that she says she admires you, thinks you're really pretty and funny but is hesitant to talk to you because she's still anxious about approaching others, and that is enough to make you smile. you try to approach her slowly, a smile here and there and a small conversation every once in a while, to try and show her that you reciprocate her compliments.

mike is an interesting story. he'll come to talk to you and steve at the same time, hiding his issues as random stories and complaints. the first time it happened, you were confused until steve told you that it was his way of getting things off his chest and showing that he trusted the two of you, whether he would admit it or not. so you always played along, almost gossiping with him so that he can have some peace of mind, and while mike could never admit it, he enjoys the way you match his sarcasm. it makes him feel a little more safe around you. (he still wonders how on earth you ended up with someone like steve, however. but even when he tells you that, the little smile at the edge of his lips tells you he isn't being genuine in his questioning).

will is the last to come to you. he's the only one to come to your first other than max, and you feel honored. he's shy and quiet like el, and while he continues to be that way the first time he comes to you, the times after that become more open. it's a little strange at first, because he seems timid and kind of scared, but just asks you on your opinion about whether you think d&d is a kids game or not. you have a sneaking suspicion someone said something rude to make him feel like maybe he's childish for liking what he does, and you're quick to reassure and defend him. he's then coming to you for just little things, such as talking about how his day went, and you slowly gain the understanding that he seems a little lonely. you try your best to help with that, including him in the group conversations and such. there's one night when he's talking to you alone in steve's kitchen after one of their sleepovers, and steve walks in and overhears a little bit of what's being said. you expect for will to freeze up and return to his timidity, but he doesn't. there's a moment of understanding, and you realize that he trusts steve too. it's a night like that, when he asks if he can come over to visit the two of you, that he says that he's different and sometimes he feels like he doesn't belong or isn't wanted, and without saying so many words, you both understand what he means. and so you do what you can, you both give him a hug, express your understanding of how he feels, and then steve suggests that the three of you go out for ice cream together.

#asks #dear anons #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #em speaks #steve thoughts tm #momma steve

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Eddie the Banished part 2 [E. M]

Eddie Munson x Byers!reader

Word count: 5k

Summary: You wonder if you're ready to take the next step with Eddie and when you try it all goes wrong.

Part 1 here and a kind of Part 3

A/N: I hope you like it and I'm sorry I took so long. I didn't want to just focus on the date so I put in some family time and also with the other guys, and Will has a tiny little crush on Eddie but it's not a big deal. Oh, and google “whip spider” before reading this, just so you can see how fucking creepy those things are.

When you least expected it, Tuesday arrived and you found yourself getting ready to go to The Hideout. You had to confess that you were slightly nervous about what might happen since you hadn't seen Eddie since last week and had had a lot of time to think about him. Not specifically on him, but on who you two were. It was obvious that he liked you and of course you liked him too, but a part of you didn't want to settle for just doing business together and kissing on the sly.

The night he had spent at your house had given you an idea of the way he would behave if you were something more. Besides, your family had liked him and they had already seen you kiss him so there wasn't much to hide.

"You're leaving now?" someone asked, from the door frame. It was your mother.

"Yes, it's a 15-minute walk away," you explained, putting a couple of things in your carry-on bag. She didn't say anything, she just nodded, and you thought that if you wanted to ask someone for advice, she was probably the right one "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Do you think it's wrong if… a girl asks a boy to be her boyfriend?"

"Is this about Eddie?" she asked, trying to hide her emotion, while you laughed.

“Ma! That's not the important thing” she murmured, beginning to blush “It's just that… I don't know, it's normal for them to ask and I don't want to scare him away”

"Being normal doesn't mean it's the only option" she told you, approaching you with a smile "If you really like him, you can tell him"

“But I don't know how to do it” you complained “I mean, I just… Shall I say it like that? Should I buy him something? Do I give him a speech first and then drop the question?” you started to ramble. You were very nervous and even a little embarrassed to think about what you would do. Joyce took a moment to reflect, and silence filled the room, giving you time to think, too, "Do you think a note would work?" you insisted Joyce widened her eyes at her suggestion and nodded.

“Yes, that can help, my love. You avoid saying it out loud and give him time to think about it."

"I think so"

“Are you going to tell him today?”

"I would like to. He said we could get something to eat at work and I guess it's a good time, don't you think?” you exclaimed shyly. You hadn't had many boyfriends, just one guy in middle school, and had a date or two with Steve Harrington until you two decided it was better to be friends for the good of the group. But with Eddie it felt different, even though he and you had already… well, shared physical moments, you wanted something serious and prayed to God that he also felt something like that for you.

"Probably yes. You won't know until you try it” she smiled at you. You knew she wouldn't judge you and you were happy you found her to ask her “But if you do, he has to come here and introduce himself as your boyfriend and everything. You're not going to get away from it."

"Oh, of course not," you laughed, finishing getting ready. You approached your mom, you hugged her, and then you stamped a kiss on her cheek "See you later"

"Good luck and don't be late or I'll punish you"

"Understood captain" you mocked, leaving your room and then the house, completely nervous about going to work.

When Eddie walked up to you, he had the biggest smile of all and you felt like you were going to die. Long-sleeved black shirt that clung to his body, camouflage print pants, and oversized black boots that made him look a little taller. His hair was now tied up in a messy bun that revealed a piercing he had done in the upper part of his ear, when was it that he had done it and you hadn't noticed?

“Hi, honeybunch!” he greeted you, approaching the bar and leaning on this "How is the prettiest girl around here today?"

"I'm fine" you answered, trying to hide a smile, while you poured a drink "You played very well"

"You like me?" he murmured, to which you nodded. You were probably acting dumber than usual, but he kind of deserved it for looking so handsome that day. “And what do you want to eat? Is there something special you fancy?" he asked, holding out a menu in your direction of the few edibles you offered. The truth was that the place was not sophisticated and that meant almost no clientele, so there would be no problem if you paid a little attention to him during business hours.

“French fries sound good, maybe onion rings”

“Ugh, no. My mouth will smell ugly”

"And do you have someone to kiss?" you asked without thinking, making him smile widely.

“I don't know, that's up to you” he replied playfully. He didn't miss a single thing, did he?

“So fries and mozzarella sticks?” you suggested and Eddie nodded excitedly. It was obvious that you would have to prepare them so you were away for a while and when you came back, he was absently drumming his fingers on the wood of the counter. You left the food and a beer in front of him, while you took a soda from the refrigerator for yourself.

The two of you began to talk calmly and entertainingly, while he told you about how his day had been and you told him about your work and what you had done with your siblings over the weekend. At some point in the conversation, Eddie reached across the table to take your hand and play with your fingers, while he listened to you attentively.

You didn't want to accept it but every time you were together, he was completely enthralled by you, as if he was under a spell, being all sweet and flirtatious. Maybe that contrast between his appearance and the way he carried himself was what you liked, a sweet metalhead you had in the palm of your hand.

Unintentionally, like almost every time, Eddie turned the talk to one of those metal bands he loved and the new song they had released, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't concentrate. The subject of the note was still going around in your head and you wanted to imagine a way to give it to her without it being awkward, but a slight throat clearing brought you out of your reverie.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't sound upset, just slightly amused.

"Yes! By God, yes. I'm listening to you, Ed. I was just… thinking about something.”

“Huh yeah? And what do you have in that head of yours?” he said. It was a date, you had to enjoy being with him after all.

"It's nothing important. Tell me about that new song, Master of Puppets? you murmured, smiling in his direction. He picked up the conversation naturally, telling you about the notes on the guitar and how difficult some parts were, while you watched him carefully and lovingly.

Eddie was perhaps the most talkative person you knew, so there were never any awkward silences around him. That's why you spent the next two hours talking about a thousand and one things with him, enjoying your food and drinks.

You had to walk away at times and he waited patiently when you cleaned the place up so you could finish your shift later, and once you closed the place up, he walked you to his van to take you home.

"All ready?" he asked, looking at you from the pilot's seat. He reached over to put your seat belt on (even though he never used it) and started the engine, while you clutched with trembling fingers a piece of paper on which you had written the words you wanted to ask him, but you didn't dare.

The road was quiet for words, but the music of Iron Maiden filled the air. You'd gotten used to that by now, though Eddie also kept a couple of tapes in the glove compartment with songs he knew you liked that you played on occasion.

When you arrived he parked in front of your house, turning off the headlights of the car and looking at you kindly.

“Thanks for giving me a ride,” you said to break the silence.

"Always a pleasure," he smiled. You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned into him a little to give him a hug, but Eddie took advantage of the closeness to catch you with a kiss. You were surprised, but you didn't refuse and what started as a sweet caress quickly turned into something a little more desperate.

Eddie's hands rested firmly on your cheeks, feeling your lips brush over his tenderly, while yours held his wrists just to feel his skin somehow. You managed to close the distance as much as possible, with the space of the board being the only thing separating you, and you gasped softly when he lightly bit your lips. You separated to take a breath only when it was vital because the need to kiss him was greater than anything else. He was so passionate all the time that you felt dizzy.

“Ed” you exclaimed, but he just hummed a response “Ed, wait. I have to tell you something” you murmured, separating yourself from him with a lot of effort, while he pulled you back, refusing to let you go “I'm serious, it's important”

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling away at last and frowning with concern that he had done something wrong.

"Nothing, I just… I promised my mom I'd be here early and if she finds us here it's going to be very embarrassing" you laughed, causing him the same grimace.

"I get it. I don't want to lose the points I earned last time,” he joked. You watched him tilt your head a little and hid a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“You look very handsome today,” you said, taking him by surprise and making him blush. You reached for the note in your bag and surreptitiously slipped it into his hand, changing that flushed face to a look of confusion "Don't read it here," you murmured as you noticed that he intended to do so, "Better do it later, okay?" you asked him, to which he nodded.

"Well, mysterious lady" he smiled at you, while he put the paper in his pocket. He reached for you and stole one last kiss from you, before climbing out the door and walking over to yours to open it. He offered you his hand to help you down and he accompanied you to the door, stopping at the portico "Here we say goodbye"

"Have a good night, drive carefully, okay?" you murmured softly, seeing him nod.

"I will do it. Rest” he replied in turn. You hugged him goodbye and then he walked to the van, where he waved goodbye again.

You entered the house trying to make as little noise as possible and with your heart beating a thousand miles an hour. The only thing left for you was to wait patiently for a response from him.

Again the days went by and you didn't get a single call from Eddie. On Wednesday you thought maybe he was thinking about it, but you didn't get anything at the end of the day. On Thursday you couldn't think of anything else during work, but you didn't dare to call him to find out what was going on either. Friday and Saturday you spent in agony and when Sunday came the nerves were eating your stomach.

The group had suggested hanging out at the lake to take advantage of the fact that your family was there and the summer heat seemed to be increasing, so you asked Dustin to invite Eddie as well, which he gladly did.

So you ended up with baskets of food, blankets, towels, floats, and sunglasses in a section of Lover's lake.

“Be careful children! Max don't get up there or you'll fall!" you heard Steve yell, pointing at the boys you were sure were up to mischief just to piss him off. You were lying on one blanket, Nancy and Jonathan on another, and Robin on the third, reading a book and waiting for Steve to finish scolding his foster children. You didn't want to look too desperate for Eddie's arrival so you walked to the lake to see what they were doing and it had your friend so grumpy.

Max was climbing a tree while your amused sister watched from below, Mike and Lucas were splashing a couple of steps from the shore and Dustin was sitting with Will on a log. You thought that the best thing was to go with these last ones, that when they saw you, they showed a smile.

"Make a space for me" you demanded, knowing that you had enough trust with both of them. Ever since you were little Dustin had been your favorite among Will's friends and now he wasn't that different.

"Will told me you brought Eddie over to your house to play D&D, why didn't you invite me?" he rebuked you. Wow, not even five seconds had passed and Eddie's name was already in the conversation.

“I wanted it to be something of siblings”

"Hmm" he complained "But next time you have to invite me!" he threatened you and you raised your hands in surrender.

"I'm hungry. Did you bring apples?" Will asked absently, making you laugh and nod your head.

You were silent for a moment until Will started talking to Dustin about a great movie he had seen and also about an art project he was working on, while Dustin was prattling on about something scientific and telling him about his girlfriend who was grounded. You didn't know how long you were attentive to their talk, occasionally looking at the other young people, until you let out a little scream because a pair of hands came out from behind and covered your eyes. Your hands went to those that were in your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the coldness of some rings, which told you in a second who it was.

"Guess who?" said a kind and playful voice close to your ear that made you smile widely.

"Oh, what a difficult question," you muttered sarcastically, hearing him now laugh at it. Eddie removed his hands from your eyes, but not before pushing you back with them so that you fell lightly on his chest. You had to turn your head to the side to see him and you were much closer than any decent distance from his face.

"Hey," he said casually. He was so handsome and you could see the almost imperceptible freckles on his cheekbones, wishing you could kiss all of them.

“Hi” you whispered shyly. His arms were around you and his hands rested firmly on the section of your stomach. Apparently he had brushed his teeth before he came, as his breath smelled like mint, which made you wonder if he tasted like mint too.

“You two are disgusting!” Dustin yelled, snapping you out of your reverie and making Will laugh.

"Hello to you too, Henderson" he murmured, separating from you to ruffle the hair of the aforementioned "And hello, little wizard" he smiled at Will, extending his hand while the boy shook it with a blush on his cheeks that nobody realized “Would you let me steal your sister for a moment?” he asked politely, to which the boy nodded. That's when Eddie turned to you "My lady?" he murmured, standing in front of you and offering a hand to help you up.

You two walked over to where the blankets were while you held the boy's arm, so you took a moment to look him up and down. His outfit was very summery, but all in dark tones and you stifled a laugh at the sight of his feet in a pair of sandals, because you never had.

“How had you been?” you asked cautiously. You didn't want to pester him with questions about the note from the start, so you'd wait for him to tell you something.

“Okay, sweetie. My vacation days are based on eating, sleeping, and playing the guitar. A lifetime of dreams” he smiled “And you? How's work?

"Went well. Stressful and busy, but all good,” you joked. You lay down on the blanket next to him and continued talking about an article you were writing and he was listening intently.

Each pair of people had their own talks, so all you could hear around you was chatter and laughter. Well, that is until some screams were present.

“STEVE! EDDIE!”

“Y/N!” you heard them yelling and almost fell on your face when you ran towards Will's voice. Eddie and Steve were right behind you when you arrived at a scene that you thought was terrifying at first.

"Take it off me!" Mike yelled. You realized that Dustin and Will had asked for help for his friend who had a huge animal on his shoulder. Eleven and Lucas were sheltered behind Max and you laughed out loud at the scene.

"Don't be a crybaby, Mike" you mocked, approaching without the slightest fear and taking the creature away. The paws of that were about eight inches long so you had to hold it with both hands and when you turned to your friends Eddie and Robin almost climbed on top of Steve.

"You are crazy! Take that away!”

"It's harmless" you laughed. But no one could believe that from an animal that looked like a combination of a spider, a scorpion, and a crab.

"Kill it!" the dark-haired man yelled, but you turned around angrily.

"I'm not going to do that!" you exclaimed, but at the same time the animal climbed up your arm to your shoulder and everyone let out a cry of horror "Okay little friend, there are too many noises around here, where do you live?" you asked, oblivious to everyone else.

You managed to find the hole it came from and carefully took it from your shoulder to put it in there. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was an animal, you would have sworn that he raised one of his paws to thank you.

"Are you okay?" Eddie said, jumping towards you, you just got rid of the threat.

“Kids, that's called Whip Spider. It's a harmless species that probably got lost around here. Hawkins weather is not its favorite. And I'm fine, Ed” you laughed, noticing that he was still holding your face with concern, as if he was looking for a wound “You are fine, nothing bad is going to happen to you”

They were quiet for a while, recovering from the fright, and then you heard a burst of laughter from another pair and then a fit of laughter from everyone.

"From the way you screamed I thought there was a viper or a Demogorgon or some shit like that"

"Demo what?" Eddie asked with a frown.

“Nothing, darling. An inside joke” you said putting a hand on his arm and letting yourself fall against him a little so that he would hug you and stop asking questions about what Steve had just said.

"Mike was almost crying," Max sneered, earning a dirty look from the boy.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks or whatever” he said without much encouragement. You rolled your eyes and began to walk the same way you came, but like a bucket of cold water you remembered that matter that had you so worried from the beginning.

"Those kids are such a mess…" you heard Eddie mutter, as he followed behind you and looked at the floor as if he was being careful not to step on some other animal that came out of nowhere. When he looked up you were right in front of him and that made him smile "Hi!"

"Can we go for a walk?" you just asked. You figured if you didn't do it soon, you'd probably put it off all day and you needed to know what his answer was.

"Of course," he answered calmly. You didn't tell anyone that you were going to walk the other way, but Nancy could see you and laughed to herself as she imagined what you two could do in a more private place.

The path was silent for a couple of yards until you got far enough away from everyone, and you could feel all the nerves building in the pit of your stomach, but Eddie was completely lost in nature, looking around as if he were a child.

"So..." you started to say, managing to catch his attention "What did you think?"

"About what?" he murmured, with all the naturalness in the world. You had spent days tormenting yourself and he was so calm that he almost hurt you.

"The note" you ventured to say. Hearing the mention of this he widened his eyes, probably remembering that matter.

“Oh, that note. Very funny of you” he said with a mocking tone.

Well… that was not the reaction you expected.

"Funny? That is what you think?"

"Of course. You made me think it was something important when it was just trash”

Oh. By. God. You definitely weren't ready for that.

You didn't know what to say or why Eddie was being so cruel when he had always been such a gentleman, but that simple sentence was enough to make tears pool at the corner of your eyes.

"Sure, trash" you stuttered, after a long silence, while trying with all your might not to cry. This did not go unnoticed by Eddie, who leaned toward you immediately.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great," you said, your tone as calm as possible, although it was obvious you wanted to cry "I guess you don't like commitments much, huh?" you asked, trying to laugh even a little but failing miserably.

"What?"

“I mean… it's fine anyway. I understand it"

“I am the one who is not understanding. What is the matter with you? Did I say something wrong?" he mumbled, as if he was genuinely interested, you got a little angry at that change in mood.

"No, you just called my feelings trash," you said sarcastically. As much as you wanted to avoid it, a couple of tears managed to escape from your eyes.

"Feelings? You mean by the receipt you gave me last time?”

"Receipt? He was NOT a receipt, idiot! I was asking you if you wanted to be my boyfriend” you said without thinking. Eddie immediately froze and you were too shaken to notice. There was silence for a long time where he just looked at you with his eyes wide open and you avoided his gaze.

"What did you just say?" he murmured, as he came back to reality. But you were idly still refusing to look at it "Y/N"

"Just forget it, Eddie," you replied. You had sworn that you would take the rejection in the best way but you weren't being very mature.

“Y/N I need you to explain to me what the hell you're talking about. The other night you gave me our food receipt and I thought you just wanted to get rid of the trash, was there supposed to be something written on the back or something?" he murmured, slightly desperate for an answer. Hearing him say that, you turned around with teary eyes to finally see him.

You squeezed your brain to be able to remember Tuesday night and what you had done and as if you flipped a switch in your mind came to the image of what had happened. You had put the receipt that the machine issued when you paid for everything you had consumed in the same pocket in which your note had been and when you took it out you probably… oh, that had to be a fucking bad joke.

"Tell me you're kidding"

“I take it very seriously. I still have it in the glove compartment of the car if you want to see it, but I swear he didn't have anything written on it” he said, raising both hands “Is that why you gave it to me and asked me not to see it until later? Was that what I was supposed to see?

"Jesus Christ! Take me at once” you yelled into the air, feeling your cheeks blush violently as you covered your face with both hands. You were so embarrassed, just what you had tried to avoid through the note, and of course it hadn't worked. You let yourself fall against the trunk of a tree without moving your hands from their place, because you knew that thanks to that misunderstanding you wouldn’t be able to see Eddie's face without crying.

“No, no, wait. Were you going to ask me to be your boyfriend?” he exclaimed in disbelief, approaching you in a hurry. You felt his body leaning slightly against yours as he tried to take his hands off your face, but you were more stubborn and didn't let him. It wasn't until he managed to separate them a bit and caught your lips in a kiss that your breath hitched completely and your cheeks finished coloring.

Eddie didn't give up, so after a couple of seconds you removed your hands to let yourself be guided by his lips. He smiled between the kiss and took your hands to guide them to the back of his neck, while he planted them on your sides.

It was uncanny the ability he had to make you forget absolutely everything when he was kissing you and right now it was no different. Plus, Eddie was a great kisser (something you hoped was born and not experience) so you just needed to let him guide you.

But the churning in your stomach returned when he broke away to speak:

“Now that you are calmer, would you like to explain all this mess to me, honey?” he murmured on your lips. You couldn't explain how his words were so kind, but his tone sounded like an order despite that. It was sweet, but imposing at the same time. You let out a shaky breath, but he didn't move away even a bit, just kept watching you closely.

“On Tuesday I gave you a piece of paper with a question that I thought you might consider during these days. Or at least that was what I had thought,” you murmured. Eddie smiled to himself, more than angry he seemed amused by the situation.

"So cute little Y/N Byers is proposing to me, or am I wrong?" he exclaimed, almost mocking, though you knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. You nodded and he leaned in a little more, seeking your lips "I need you to use your words, love"

"You really are a cocky little piece of shit, aren't you, Munson?" you said, now a little annoyed because he was taking advantage of the matter. But all claim was drowned in a new kiss. You were honestly getting used to Eddie running away from any confrontation like this.

“I'm sorry it took me so long,” he said suddenly, “You know, for asking. Maybe I should have realized”

"It doesn't bother me to be the one to do it, what bothers me is that you've been beating around the bush since I told you and I still don't have an answer" you exclaimed watching him. This time he didn't kiss you, but smiled right from where he was.

"I thought all these kisses had made it clear"

“Words, love” you murmured, mocking him a little at his previous sentence.

“Of course I want to be your boyfriend Y/N. It would be the greatest honor of my life” he replied and although you knew it was going to be something affirmative you did not expect that. So you were almost jumping for joy "Do you want to be mine?"

"I asked first, idiot"

"I just wanted to check" he laughed and you did too. You were more blushing because he had accepted your proposal than because of the way he had kissed you “Probably now we should go back. Those perverts must be wondering what we're doing."

“We came to kiss, Eddie. It's just what they're imagining."

“We came for a walk, actually. The kisses came with the march” he argued, making you laugh. As you said, the others were already looking, because suddenly you heard Steve's voice saying your names.

Eddie pulled away and you missed the warmth of his body on you (even if the day was fucking sunny) but it wasn't more than a couple of seconds before he took your hand and started walking back to your friends.

“Hey, and… how are we going to tell the others?”

“I don't think they will be very surprised. They always say we give each other flirtatious glances, and my siblings saw you kiss me the night we played with Will”

“So now I can introduce you as my… girlfriend?” he said cautiously as if he didn't understand the basic terms of courtship.

"Or as the woman of my life and mistress of my heart, if you wish" you exclaimed, while you heard him burst out laughing.

“My girlfriend” he repeated, as if he still had a hard time believing it “I love how that sounds”

And well, why lie? You were fascinated too.

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thesilverlady · 8 months

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Hello how are you? Any headcanons on Rhaenyra and her sweet sister Helaena? I know that Fire and Blood does not detail much of the sisters' relationship, that their personalities are opposite and that there is a huge age difference between them. But since Rhaenyra refers to her as "My sweet sister" instead of including her under "Half-siblings", it may indicate that they are fond of each other.

a big hug to you for bringing up our girls. 🥺 Let me tell you, I love nothing more than to imagine Rhaenyra and Helaena's sisterly bond,because I truly think the choice to refer Helaena with with an endearment wasn't unintentionally

So let me share some of my fluffy headcanons about these two pre-war because we know what happens in canon and we need some joy in these scenarios

Helaena & Rhaenyra headcanons

1) Rhaenyra is someone Helaena looks up to; her sister is beautiful, bright and charming. And though whispers about her not being as radiant as Rhaenyra has reached her ears, Helaena isn't capable of jealousy. She knows who she is and by the time she's happy with herself.

2) Rhaenyra is an incredible storyteller; she's enthusiastic, energetic, and confident when telling the stories of their ancestors. Helaena has always been her favorite person to tell stories to because she's the one of the younger siblings to not only engage a lot but to also have an awareness of their history. Her favorite stories centered around Rhaena Targaryen because she felt a kinship for being the second rider of Dreamfyre

3) Rhaenyra is the youngest person in the family to have ever ridden a dragon, and because Helaena isn't prideful like her brothers she shyly asks an advice as to how to claim the dragon she feels drawn to.

4) Both Helaena and Rhaenyra share a private dinner with their father because a) Viserys Targaryen is a girldad and he loves nothing more than to have his two girls with him and b) because the boys can be a nightmare and fights always break out. Dinner with the girls is a peaceful, pleasant affair.

5) Helaena has strong gut instincts and has thus always disliked Ser Criston Cole because of his unnerving constant stare at her sister. Her joy of his dismissal is vanquished when she realizes her mother took him under her wing.

6) Helaena is Rhaenyra's favorite sibling not only because she's the less obnoxious of the bunch, but also because she has always wanted a sister and as much animosity may exist between her and her stepmother Helaena is her blood. It helps that she has always had a sweet, calm demeanor. Their dynamic works because Rhaneyra encourages her to be confident and bold and Helaena is a cool water against Rhaenyra's fiery temper and always vocal about her love and affection she feels for her older sister.

7) Both are helpless romantics; so of course they enjoy plays and songs that tell any love story

8) Aegon & Aemond are nasty as kids and Helaena is one of their easy victims. Mocking and terrorizing her is something that has brought the boys closer. Unfortunately for them, Rhaenyra isn't shy about speaking out and she's capable to humiliate them publicly. thisz usually results to them telling this to Alicent who is more than eager to fight with her stepdaughter because her sons can do no wrong. Usually Helaena tries to refrain from ever complaining about what the boys do to her because she doesn't want to be the reason for her mother and beloved sister to fight, but she'd be a liar if she said that it didn't make her feel touched and loved than Rhaenyra is willing to put the boys in their place.

9) Many songs and poems have been written for and about Rhaenyra. But no piece has ever touched her heart as deeply as the music her sister wrote and dedicated to her.

10) After some failing advice she was given by her mother and ladies when she expressed nervousness about her wedding night, Helaena sneaked into her sister's chambers and woke her. While Rhaenyra was displeased and grampy about being awoken in the middle of the night, she did provide better and more sound advice that helped calming her sister's nerves

11) When Helaena promises to keep in touch she means it so of course when Rhaenyra leaves to rule Dragonstone the first letter to reach her is not her father's who has promised to eagerly writes but her sister's. At first Rhaenyra thought she could use this exchange as a way to keep tabs of what's happening at court but she quickly figured that Alicent most likely keeps an eye on their letters so all conversation remained casual and free of political schemes.

Of course Alicent, similiarly to Rhaenyra was also eager to use her daughter's letters to figure out moves and scandals her stepdaughter may do. But she was quickly disappointed when Helaena filtered her questions to genuine concerns and curiosity.

The letters that never stopped going back and forth helped bring the sisters closer.

#my headcanons #rhaenyra targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaena x rhaenyra #I love imagining about their sisterly bond because while they were on opposite sides during war I truly believe they cared about one anothe #also forgot to mention this but NONE OF THIS IS BASED ON HOTD. my headcanons are always connected based on my interpretation of the book #small note: I'm extremely dyslexic so i always go back correcting typos later when I reread my posts so sorry in advance if you find any

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ridiasfangirlings · 10 months

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Ana gets a crush on a "tsundere" guy who teases her. Yata is baffled when he finds out and starts ranting about "how could anyone like a guy who is mean to them?!" All while the rest of homra are giving him a side eye

Aw, Yata should be proud that Anna is taking after him in the love department XD Maybe the guy who tried to attack her in her One Year Later story ends up having a crush on her because she was able to kick his ass but now he's all tsundere about it, claiming it's not like he likes her or anything as he holds her coat and brings her flowers and shares desserts with her. He also continues to tease her too, like not enough that she'd have to beat him up again but he's still basically in the 'pulling her pigtails' stage of the relationship. Anna doesn't understand it because she's aware that his true feelings aren't really like that and she's actually a little amused, like this person has a lot of contradicting feelings and it makes her want to be kind to him.

She's talking to Yata about it and he's immediately defensive of her, like wait do you mean that guy is still teasing you I'll kill him. Anna says Misaki doesn't need to do that, she thinks that person isn't so bad after all. Yata's proud that Anna's such a good person she can even forgive a guy like that but he can't agree with her liking him when he makes fun of her, like you know when a guy likes you he should be nice and treat you like the most important person. He shouldn't be constantly teasing you or calling you names just to get your attention, he should be gentle and not mocking, like it's not good for you to get a crush on someone who keeps being a total jerk to you all the time. It's right at this moment that Fushimi walks in and goes over to Yata like come on you stupid idiot you promised me a date, Yata grins like sure just a sec Saruhiko let me finish talking to Anna. Anna looks between Yata and Fushimi all 'I see,' the rest of Homra just sigh and facepalm like Anna why don't you ask advice from someone else instead.

#sarumi #Talking K #Yata being like he should never call you names or it you #as Fushimi walks up and smacks his head like look at me you moron #do as I say not as I do #it's different if it's Saruhiko okay he's troubled #but now Anna is well versed in tsunderes she just has to observe Fushimi to understand her crush

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: Here we go!! It's gonna get juicy! This is my first time writing this kind of stuff, and I just hope I did it justice.

Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, recounting sexual assault, mention of loss of loved one, intercourse

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CHAPTER 7 -

I CANNOT HIDE THIS EVEN THOUGH I TRY

Oct 1st, 2014

You flew to Atlanta last night after the music video shoot, to get enough sleep for the show today. As much as you like to push yourself in your job, Amelia is still insisting that you take it easy, and you actually follow the advice because you don't want to have to take more time off later.

Amelia puts you in charge of Harry's and Niall's dressing stations again, and you notice that Harry's outfit choices have been very… neutral. Not that he doesn't look good, it's just not as bold and different as you thought he had liked.

[He can make anything look good. No, no… stop]

When he comes into the dressing room, he has a playful expression on his face. He's been in a good mood lately.

"The usual for you Mr. Styles- black top and black jeans?" You laugh.

"Yes, with a side of boots, please." He jokes back.

You hand him his outfit and he starts taking his shirt off.

"Hold on rockstar, behind the curtain." But he just responds with a big laugh.

He immediately pulls his shirt back down. "I'm so sorry love. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just trying to be professional."

He smiles. "Well, you are a stylist, so I'd say it's part of your job… and you have seen me shirtless twice now already anyway." He meets your eyes to gauge your reaction. "But only if you're comfortable."

[It's insane how quickly he can make you feel so flustered and yet so at ease at the same time]

He's dressed and now a mischievous smile appears.

"Hey, umm… so, since it's almost the end of the tour and stuff, I asked Amelia if you could… you and Natalie… could be in the crowd tonight. Would you wanna do that?"

You don't realize that your eyes light up and once you feel it you compose yourself.

"That sounds fun! Yeah!"

"Neat. Umm… what is your favorite song?" He asks. [This punk is mocking me with the 'neat' thing isn't he?]

You're not sure why, but you get nervous to answer his question. You can tell he is waiting.

"I think 'Right Now' is probably my favorite," you admit. "And Natalie's is 'Alive' I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, right." He clears his throat, "awesome, I'll have someone on security take you to a good spot. You and Natalie. Look for me, yeah? I'll be the one in the black shirt and jeans." He winks.

[Oh god. You may get another concussion again, because your knees are getting weak and could buckle any moment]

"Game on rockstar." You squint your nose and he chuckles once more before dressing behind the curtain and leaving the room.

~~~~~

You have actually never been to a One Direction concert, and since becoming an intern, you've only ever watched them on the screen with all the other crew. So tonight is something else.

A security guard ushers you and Natalie to the front of the crowd on the left side, (looking at the stage). You have your 'crew' shirts on, so you get to stand in the crew walkway.

As soon as the show intro starts, the crowd roars! It seems like it somehow gets louder with each new song. Once 'C'mon C'mon' ends, the guys walk to the center of the stage.

You point at him, smile, and mouth 'found you' as he sets his mic stand in place.

Goosebumps form on your arms as soon as the song starts. Your stomach is twisting and turning. You start rubbing your forehead and when you look up you see Harry look at you.

He mouths "what's wrong with you?" but you shake your head. He mouths again, "what's wrong?" and you just point to your stomach.

He puts his hand on his, "feel sick?" But you just shrug. You're not sick, and you know it.

He looks at you a couple of times throughout the song and you swear he tries to sneak some other glances too.

When 'Moments' ends, he and Liam run to the bathroom. A few seconds later you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You check it, thinking it might be Amelia, but you see Harry's name pop up.

[What the hell is he doing?]

:harry: having fun?

:you: yes, get back to work!

[Really, what the hell is he doing?]

~~~~~

The rest of the concert is phenomenal! You and Natalie leave just before the finale to get back to the room.

You are both floating. You're so glad that you could experience it at least once.

The concert ends and the boys go rushing by, and you see Harry tries to look in as he is whizzing by.

As Sarah and Jade join you to pack up, and a few minutes later you hear that *ping* and check your phone.

:harry: you had fun?

:you: so much, thank you!

:harry: i wanna hear all about it! would you maybe wanna meet up when you get back?

[These feelings rising up are familiar, but a lot stronger this time, and harder to avoid]

You subtly get Natalie's attention to show her the texts and get her advice. You feel like this is the type of bold thing you stay away from… and you feel like the last time you let you opened that gate, you ended up actually messing it all up. She looks at you like you're an idiot and whispers back, "I'm demanding that you go!"

:you: sounds good. where?

There's no immediate response and now you're nervous.

:harry: is it too weird to come to my room? just less people.

:harry: like, paparazzi

:you: no, that's fine

:harry: can't wait! i'll have someone come get you from you're room in an hour?

:you: okay!

As soon as you get to your hotel room, you are stumped. You don't know if you should change… or what you should wear.

"Leggings, and a cotton tank top, with that burnt orange off-the-shoulder sweater. It's the 'cute because she's comfy' look." Natalie helps, with a wink.

"What is even happening Natalie?" You stress.

"Good things sweetie, right?"

"Yeah, but why? I hurt him. Twice! At least that's how it seemed. And then he took care of me! I didn't deserve that."

"I think he cares about you way more than you think." She expresses.

You want to argue with her, you don't feel like it's true…. but you want to be ready to go to Harry's room.

[Hanging out in Harry Styles' room. You've hung out with him, and even kisses him, but for some reason that one thought is so unbelievable… like you're living every fan's dream]

~~~~~

He ushers you into his suite and orders some dessert from room service. You sat down on the couch together to wait.

"Okay, so tell me, what'd you think?" He asks.

"I've never experienced anything like that. It was unbelievable!" You exclaim. There's no exaggerating on that part.

He grins so wide. "Did we do 'Right Now' justice?"

"I don't think you guys could ever disappoint."

"I don't know about that." He laughs. "But the song was good?"

"Beautiful, as always. It's such a good song."

The dessert arrives and you start eating some delicious chocolate chip cookies.

You enter into another amazing conversation, like you always do with Harry. It's so easy to be comfortable and open with him. So damn easy.

He talks about his favorite songs to perform, the funniest signs he's seen, and the wildest things thrown on stage. He lights up when he talks about it all, and you can't help but adore it.

[You should stop adoring him, but that feels impossible. Try to hide your feelings so no one gets hurt again]

"You think you'd want to come out again next show?" Harry suddenly asks.

"Umm… yeah. I don't know if Amelia would let me since things are wrapping up with the tour though."

"What if it's just for 'Right Now' then?"

There must be a permanent red pigment to your face now. "That's probably fine. I'll ask her tomorrow."

After a few more cookies and some more tour talk, you acknowledge that you should be getting back to your room.

He offers to have someone take you back to your room but you decline. No one needs to go through any more trouble for you.

As you open the door, he starts to say something.

"Hey, Y/N?" He pauses, but then adds, "I liked hanging out."

"Me too. Thanks for the cookies!"

"Come by anytime you have a cookie craving." He smiles.

You laugh. "Okay rockstar." And you head back to your room.

[You should've hugged him. Wait, should you have hugged him? Maybe not the best idea]

~~~~~

Oct 3rd, 2014

You were questioned a bit yesterday by Sarah, asking where you'd been and implying you were off with some guy. There's no way you were going to tell her what you were really doing. So you just tell her you were winding down in the hotel cafe.

It's the second to last show of the tour and there's an energy in the air that is indescribable. You weren't pulling many outfit choices now so that packing up and storing could be completed faster. It meant your job was a lot easier in that sense.

You visit Dana at the merch tables. They had a lot more inventory out now. While things are getting easier for you, they are getting more stressful for her. You offer to help, which gives you an opportunity to catch up.

She asks how you have been since Vegas. Seems word spread a bit somehow, though that's not surprising in this environment.

She switches the subject for you, focusing the conversation on the guy she's been sort of seeing now. She seems really happy, and you're happy for her. But you're almost a little jealous that she gets to be with and talk about the guy she likes.

~~~~~

A couple hours before the outfit changes, Liam comes in to check on you. You haven't really had a chance to chat with each other and you're glad you're able to talk. You apologize for his broken arm, but he dismisses it, saying he looks tough. He asks about your recovery and you mention everything Harry did for you.

He chuckles, "yeah, not surprised." And then immediately meets your gaze. "I'm glad you're okay darling."

He excuses himself and says he'll be back later to change.

You put your headphones in. You've liked making it a habit as you work, to relieve your stress. You are embarrassingly listening to 'Happily' and singing along when you turn around and see that damn curly-haired boy standing in the doorway.

You take the headphones out. "You really need to stop sneaking in here when I've got music on."

"And miss you bopping around to 'Happily' by One Direction? I don't think so!" He laughs.

You roll your eyes and then you finally notice that his hair is french braided on the side with a bun at the back.

"What's going on up there?" You point.

"It's hot as hell out there." He shrugs, and then he looks at you like he's wanting your approval. "Is it too weird?"

"No! It's fun! And functional!" He starts to smile and you add, "rockstars can pretty much do whatever they want anyway." And he laughs.

"You're coming out for 'Right Now' right?"

"Yeah, approved by Amelia."

"M'kay. Stand on the same side." He winks and walks out.

Natalie walks in. "Harry Styles has a new hairstyle!" and you immediately come up with a fun plan. "Let's braid our hair too! It'll throw him off, and keep us from being drenched in sweat."

~~~~~

You both finish some tear down duties and head to the crew entrance to the show. You decide to sneak in right after the song starts. You see him looking for you two. [You're winning at this round of hide and seek]

You realize he isn't finding you so you and Natalie make up some silly dance moves and he notices it right away, copying them on stage. You belt out the words and head backstage once the song is over.

"That was hilarious" you laugh as you get back to the dressing room.

"What's going on with you two?" Nat immediately asks.

"Huh?"

"Come on Y/N/N, you can't be that naive and I'm not stupid." She sighs, "he asked you to watch the last concert, has you stand out there to sing your favorite song to you, invites you to his room to hang out, then wants you to at least watch them perform your favorite song again tonight… looking at you every chance he gets…"

She continues, "are you going to go after what you want now?"

"We are friends now. It's nice and fun."

"Is that all you want?"

"I just want things to be good between us. And I'm not going to mess that up again."

As if on cue, you get a text from Harry.

:harry: craving cookies?

You smile but instantly try to hide it and Natalie catches on quickly. "Honey, just go for it. Whatever it is, have fun and be happy. You're allowed to be happy."

:you: no

:harry: oh okay

:you: but cheesecake sounds good :)

:harry: done. see you in an hour?

:you: deal

~~~~~

The cheesecake actually arrives at the same time you do. Harry has the biggest grin on his face when he opens the door. "Best thing to open my door to!"

As you're devouring your dessert, he comments, "you surprised me with your hairdo tonight."

"I was trying to throw you off but it didn't work." You joke.

"It almost did. Major distraction, not professional Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" He jokes back.

You feel a bit of a sting. Professionalism is what you strive for, but also the reason you ended up curled up in bed at the rental house, trying desperately not to cry.

He can see your expression has changed. "Thankfully your crazy dancing was the right way to get me focused again, so job well done."

You look down at your plate and nod your head. "That's what I'm here for…" and let out a sigh.

"Hey… I didn't mean anything bad by it." He scoots just a tiny bit closer. "It's good seeing you having fun at the show." He admits.

You don't want to make things awkward, so you stick out your tongue. "Who said I had fun?"

He laughs. "Not invited to the last show then."

You joking sigh of relief. "Thank god, it's hard work pretending to enjoy it. They're so boring."

There's a moment of silence and then he asks, "wait, but do you not want to?"

"I'll check my schedule." You joke.

You both laugh and go back to eating cheesecake. There's a comfortable silence while you finish your dessert.

He hesitantly breaks the silence. "Hey, have you been okay lately? Umm… since Vegas… and since you stayed at my house and stuff?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's not a big de-"

He interrupts, "please don't say that! What happened was not okay."

"I'm really fine."

"You didn't deserve that. You deserve to feel safe, all the time." He asserts.

You start to feel something building up inside.

"I should've been there. I could've done something. That asshole wouldn't have come close to you, and definitely wouldn't have touched you."

You break. You haven't thought about it much at all, and you thought you were handling it. Moving on. But you realize it actually was kind of a big deal. A stranger touched you, grabbed you, tried forcing himself on you… and you couldn't do anything. You felt helpless. Unsafe. Out of control.

Tears start welling up and pouring out. Harry looks a little panicked and scoots right up next to you. He blurts out, "oh god, please don't cry… Can I hug you?" And you nod.

He wraps his arms around you. His safe and strong arms. It actually makes you cry harder, knowing it's the exact opposite of how you felt that night in Vegas.

"I'm so sorry Sunshine. I'm so sorry you went through that and I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

You curl into his chest even more. You can't form words at the moment.

He continues, "I hate that I wasn't there. You deserve so much better." His heart is beating so fast. "You deserve to always feel safe. I always want you to feel safe."

[You do. You do feel safe now, and you don't want to leave this moment]

You've never felt so emotional, and you've definitely never felt so at ease while so emotional. Words are finally starting to form, and your heart is overriding any thoughts that could stop you right now. "Harry… Can… Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course love. You can take the bed."

"No- umm… can we just lay here?"

"Anything you need."

He scoots the two of you so that you are laying down next to each other, still holding you while you're nuzzled into his chest.

You instantly relax and you feel yourself drifting to sleep.

~~~~~

Oct 4th, 2014

You wake up but don't open your eyes right away. You are enjoying the warmth next to you and the aroma surrounding you. [Shit, he feels and smells so good]

Harry starts to stir and you finally open your eyes. He gives you a big squeeze and pulls back to say, "good morning love. Feel alright?" He sits up and adds, "would you like some breakfast?"

You nod. "Yes please."

He calls for room service and checks with you that it's okay for him to take a shower while you wait. While he's in the bathroom, you check your phone.

:natalie: girl… are you coming back?

:natalie: i get it, you're busy ;) text me later

:natalie: ps. if you don't want people knowing, we might need a cover story to tell sarah and jade

:natalie: but i will need all the details

You shake your head and chuckle.

:you: just talked & slept here, love you, & shut up

You send it and Harry walks out of the bathroom. This punk is wearing a pair of skinny jeans. Just skinny jeans. [That's just rude, being so hot]

"You wanna take one now?"

"I would but I don't have clean clothes. I'll take one in my room." You respond.

"Fair enough." He smiles.

Breakfast arrives and you share everything he ordered. You eat, drink coffee, and talk about what tomorrow will be like, since it's the last show. It feels so normal. Not like he is Harry Styles rockstar and you are the intern who picks the celebrity's outfits. No, it's you and Harry.

[You would do this forever if you could]

You meet his glance while you eat some toast, and butterflies rage in your stomach when you see that he looks down and smirks, shaking his head.

"What?" You ask.

"It's just nice doing normal things." He smirks again.

"I'm glad I can make you feel normal." You roll your eyes.

He gives you a gentle but serious look. "I really like this." And you smirk back.

Once breakfast is done you figure you should get back to your room to take a shower and get to the venue. He pouts a little.

He walks you to the door but you stop before you open it.

"Harry, I can't even thank you enough for… well, for letting me bawl like a baby in front of you, and letting me sleep here. I hadn't talked to anyone about it before last night. Thank you for being there for me."

He wraps his arms around you, and then kisses the top of your head. "Always. Never a question Sunshine."

You pull back and look at his beautiful, gentle face with those deep green eyes. You can't help it and lean in for a quick kiss.

You pull back quickly and wipe your lips. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." He winks as he bites his lower lip. He gives you a quick kiss back, but leave it at that, because you know you wouldn't get to work on time.

[Professionalism may officially be out the window now, but you can at least get to the venue early]

~~~~~

Oct 5th, 2014

Since tonight is the last show, you doll yourself up more. You put on your white and rust orange horizontal stripe flared jeans paired with a black crop t-shirt and some white hoop earrings.

Amelia comes in when you all get to the venue, thanking you all for everything you've done on this tour, and surprising you all by letting you watch the entire show, "at the boys' request". You can't wait to get out there again.

You stand in your usual spot. The show starts and the entire venue erupts in screams. Sarah and Jade are overwhelmed.

'Right Now' starts playing. Natalie pinches your side, knowing full well what happened and how good you are feeling. You can't tear your eyes away from him. You can't stop smiling when he looks your way. When he sings his second solo part and grins widely when he glances over, you can't feel your legs. [Best show you've ever been too]

The entire concert is spectacular. It was a great end to a great tour, but you are excited for what's coming next. There's a huge after party and, to be honest, you are more excited for that than anything.

~~~~~

You get ready so quickly and you feel sexy. A black lace plunge v-neck top with black skinny jeans, paired with silver heels and silver earrings. Thankfully the party is in a banquet room of the hotel, so you grab the girls and basically run down there.

The music is playing, and people are mingling. Sarah and Jade make their way to the bar and you scan the room.

"Hey Sunshine" you hear from behind you. You twist around with the biggest smile on your face, to meet the eyes of the guy with the biggest smile on his own face.

Natalie quickly interrupts the staring, "I'll be over… somewhere else."

"You look… wow. You look incredible." Harry professes, handing you a margarita.

You look him up and down, admiring his black button up with white paisley print. Again, maybe like two buttons are actually being used, but you definitely don't mind that style choice tonight.

"Not too shabby yourself there rockstar." You reply.

He puts his hand on your lower back as you walk past everyone to a table in the corner.

"So, last show, what'dya think?"

"Insanely good. I still have goosebumps." You reply.

"The shows are the best part of the job honestly."

You happen to look up, past Harry, and notice someone looking your way. You chuckle.

Harry looks up, "what's funny?"

"I- uhh… I think Sarah is giving me the death stare because I'm talking to you."

"She's… an interesting one." He smiles. "But I think she might not like this either…" He suddenly guides you out to an outside patio, laughing the entire way.

"Ahh" he jokingly sighs, "safety."

You take a couple more sips of margarita. "This feels familiar…" you boldly state.

"Hmmm… yeah… think tonight will end the same as that one?" He asks with a wink.

You giggle but then get quiet.

"Hey Sunshine, what's up? Why're ya quiet?" He questions.

"I…" you need to just say this to get it over with. "I can't get past the fact that you were so kind to me after Vegas, and ever since then actually, after what I did." You pause for a breath. "It doesn't make sense and I don't deserve it."

"What are you talking about, love?"

"We had such an amazing kiss at that rooftop par-"

He interrupts, "amazing, huh?"

"Shush you!" You smile. "But then I put a stop to it the next day." You shake your head. "Then I visited you before you went to London, and we had such an amazing talk, and another amazing kiss… don't say anything, Harry… and I pulled away. And then walked away."

You look at him and realize he is just taking it all in.

You continue. "You said you thought I wanted it too. And I did. I really did. I just thought that it would be a bad idea and jeopardize a lot for each of us."

He's still listening.

"I hurt you, or assumed I did, and hurt myself in the process. I'm not good with feelings. It's hard for me to have them, let alone acknowledge them. So when I hadn't heard from you, I went to Vegas to distract myself and that… well, anyway, you came to me and took me in and treated me so well. I didn't deserve that." You finish with, "and ever since then you've been so… wonderful."

You didn't mean to kill the fun mood, but it actually felt good letting that all out.

"Y/N, I had wanted to kiss you for a while, and it didn't end how I wanted it to, but I don't regret doing it. And I never stopped caring about you after that."

Your head snaps up as he continues, "I probably did back off a bit. It was hard not to want to kiss you again at first." He blushes. "After Vegas I realized I wanted to be there for you no matter what. And if that means just being friends then that's what I'll do. You deserve to be treated right. Please don't say you don't deserve it."

He pauses, looking at you with that tender expression he showed on the rooftop. "What about now? You said you had wanted it too. But what about now?"

He drops his head, waiting for your answer.

Your stomach feels like it is doing somersaults, and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You aren't going to hold back this time. You're going for what you want.

You turn towards him and grab his chin to look at you. "Even more now."

He stands up straight and pulls your waist towards him. Wrapping one hand around your lower back, and one of the back of your neck, he pulls you in as close as he can. Your knees are weak and you are very aware of the yearning accumulating between your legs.

"Hey you two!" Niall yells, bursting through the doors. Harry growls.

"Oh shit, sorry there. I'll just…" he points to the door and walks back inside, laughing loudly.

Harry lets out a frustrated sigh. "Would you maybe want to go to my suite?"

"Yes!" You answer enthusiastically.

He laughs and leads you out of the party.

[Sarah would combust if she knew what was happening]

~~~~~

As soon as Harry shuts the suite door, he pulls you in again, just like before. But this time he doesn't take a moment for anything and plants his lips right onto yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the back of your legs hit it, he breaks away. "Is this okay with you?" You nod and pull him back to your lips.

He can't keep his hands still, running them up and down your back, your waist, and then your ass. He grabs it firmly and you let out a subtle moan. That gets him excited and he pulls you closer into him.

You place your hands on his chest for a moment, and when more bravery kicks in, you undo the two buttons on his shirt, pull it back over his shoulders and down his arms. He tucks his hands under the back of your jeans to grab your ass again, but pulls away from your kiss. "Do you feel safe?" You nod again. "Please say it, love, so I know for sure."

"I feel safe Harry."

He returns his lips to yours and pulls you back in towards him. You can feel how hard he is under his jeans. You remove one hand from his neck and grab him over his jeans. He moans against your kiss. You reach for the button of his jeans but pull away to look at him. You want him to be comfortable too. "It's alright" he whispers.

He kicks off his boots as you undo the button and zipper. You pull them down over his hips and he shimmies them down the rest of the way.

"You're a little overdressed now" he jokes. You raise your arms up and he smirks while he pulls your shirt over your head. He lets out a breath as he takes you in, seeing that you weren't wearing a bra. You giggle.

You sit down on the bed to take off your heels, and slide your jeans off as well. Before you can stand up again, he bends down to kiss you, one arm on each side of the bed, and you scoot back so that he is hovering over you.

"Do you still feel safe?"

"I feel safe." You reassure him, so he grabs your hip with one hand and he lowers himself down to rest on you, the opposite forearm by your head. You grab his biceps and run your hands all over them.

He moves the hand that is on your hip to your panties, running his finger along the hemline. He exhales excitedly, as do you. His fingers slip into them and run down your center. You moan and open your eyes to see him smirk, as you bite your lip.

He slowly pushes them into you and you moan again, louder this time. "Fuck, you're so wet!" With that he moves them in and out, hitting that perfect spot each time. You squeeze his biceps tighter as he picks up his pace. You move your hands to his shoulder blades and run your fingernails across them. He pulls away from your lips and moans loudly.

He goes back down to kiss you but you put one finger up to his lips to stop him. "Do you still feel safe, love?"

"Yes, I do. But I want you inside of me." You confess.

"I just want to make you feel good, Sunshine."

"I do, and it will. That's what I want. Please." You plead.

"Anything you want." He gets up and quickly makes his way to his suitcase, grabbing a square packet and walking back over. "Thank god I just bought these."

"Presumptuous." You giggle.

"Just hopeful." He winks. He takes his underwear off and strokes the condom down himself, then hovers back over you.

You're squirming. You want him so badly. You need him so badly at this point.

He places his tip at your entrance then meets your eyes. "Safe? Ready?"

"Yes, yes! Please!" You plead.

He chuckles. "Okay, okay Sunshine. I'll give you what you want." With that, he slowly pushes himself inside of you.

You throw your head back and gasp as you feel him sliding in. You could see how big he was, but actually feeling it fill you is still a surprise.

"You good?" He asks.

"S- so good." You stutter.

He hums and starts pumping faster. "Fuck Y/N! You feel so good!"

You can't keep yourself from moaning over and over. "Oh god, Harry!" You cry out. "I think I'm about to cum!"

"Let it go baby, I want you to!" He pumps faster.

You quickly reach your peak and come undone. He pumps a few more times and matches your moans as you orgasm together. He stays there as you both come down.

Panting, he manages to mutter, "definitely ended better than the rooftop party," and you both laugh, still trying to fully catch your breath.

He finally pulls out, and grabs some towels from the bathroom to clean up.

He looks at you once he's done. "You're so beautiful, Sunshine." He bends down for another kiss. "I so desperately want to just stay here and just look at you all night… but I think we should go back to the party."

You agree, without question. You understand. You both get redressed and you make sure you don't look like you just had your world rocked by Harry Styles.

Before you grab the doorknob, he gently grabs your arm and swings you back around, bringing you in for one more passionate kiss.

"I'm a big fan of that internship now" he laughs, and you head back down to the party.

~~~~~

To avoid suspicion, you divert to the hotel lobby bathroom to double check your hair and makeup while Harry goes back to the party.

:harry: i came in through the side door. i think you're good to come back now through the front

:harry: i'll be the one talking to some of the crew, looking massively happy

:you: game on

You walk in and find Natalie. She instantly grabs your arm and pulls you aside.

"Where the fuck did you go?"

You basically grin from ear to ear. "I went after what I wanted."

"And???" She grills.

"I got it." You find Harry's gaze, seeing him wink as you subtly bite your lip. "And I'm happy."

~~~~~

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Micah Bell x f!reader

Title: “Possible Benefits”

A/N: Wanted to finally give Micah some attention. But not fully, yet, I might continue this. Also, Dutch is bae so I had to mention him. Not proofread, and my brain is fried from the summer heat so the grammar mistakes might be enormous, my sincere apologies!

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst. A bit smutty in the end. Mocking other members of the gang, aka. Molly, sorry yall. But nothing too bad, I guess. And, Micah being Micah?

Summary: Micah and reader are friends that get drunk one night and talk shit. Micah likes to tease reader about her crush. However, all takes a turn...

Story under the cut!

"You are a fucking asshole, do you know that Micah?" You turn around to look at your friend as you finished tightening up your saddle bags.

"And like you're any better, huh?" He smiles at you, wickedly. "Pp-please don't shoot me! I'll do anything!" with his hands up in the air, Micah mocks the frightened tone of voice of the man you two robbed barely an hour ago.

"And then you shot him. Shame on you. Tsk tsk." You deeply frown as you lift up your gaze from one of the bottles of whiskey you also stole from the stagecoach.

After eyeing each other for a second you both burst into fits of laughter. It was a solid three minutes of Micah rolling on the ground, and you struggling for air.

"He was asking for it, I'll give you that" You point your finger at him, and sit down at the campfire.

"But that little wife of his. God damn…" Micah whistles through his teeth.

"Well, I'm sure she's still sobbing out there, maybe you still have a chance." You wink at him.

"Mhm…" He has that shit-eating grin on his face while staring off, thinking of something. You notice the orange glow from the fire dancing in his eyes.

"She reminded me of someone." He says after a while, when he finally blinked, probably from all the smoke getting in his eyes. "But…fuck her. And fuck this job. Let's drink already." Micah takes one long swig and hands you the bottle.

You do the same and set the bottle down between you two. You look over at your horse with your sleeping bag still tied up. It's cold and dark but sleeping is the last thing you are thinking about. However, you do feel uncomfortable from riding, running, and shooting the whole day. You pull your boots off and stretch out your feet close to the fire, laying back on your elbows.

"Thanks. There's nothing I love more than the whiff of your sweaty socks." Micah looks at you but you just ignore him, grinning from the warmth.

"Talk more shit and I'll rub them over your face when you fall asleep." You sip on the whiskey.

"I ain't sleeping tonight. My blood is still….all fired up." He adjusts his hips and wiggles in his spot.

You roll your eyes at him.

"You horny bastard. I don't think you were her type, but she's a widow now… so who knows…she might be desperate." You bite your bottom lip as you tease him and look away, expecting him to at least hit you in the shoulder. But he doesn't do that, he doesn't do anything, just stares into the fire.

"I ain't nobody's type." He swigs the bottle once again.

He almost gets a sad look on his face but it lasts less than a second, if even that long, his eyes immediately shift to something else, something way more interesting to you. However, you do decide to break the silence with a reassuring comment. He was your friend afterall, the only one that shared your crude humor at least.

"I know you are talking about Mary Beth, she rejected a dance, so what? Don't mean you ain't no body's type."

"Take your own fucking advice." He harshly dismisses your attempt at lightening the atmosphere.

"The fuck you talking about?" You stare him down and raise from your elbows.

He chuckles, still staring at the fire. "Com' on now cowpoke, I saw how you look at him."

You freeze and your grip on the bottle gets tighter.

He exhales through his nose, condescendingly, the way only he knew how.

"Shut up." You snarl at him.

"What? Did I touch a soft spot…. miss?"

"Don't call me that, call me by my damn name like you always do."

"But he doesn't…" He sucks in the air through his teeth, like he just got burned.

"Don't make me fucking repeat myself." Your glare drilling a hole on the side of his head.

"Did you even ask him?" He takes a swig of whiskey. "You know, nicely. I doubt he wouldn't fuck you…at least once." He smirks, turning his head and looking you straight in the eyes.

You stand up quickly and put your hand on your holster.

"Micah. I'm warning you." You point your other hand at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry…You don't wanna just fuck him. You looovee him." He drawls and then giggles. If snakes can giggle.

Your eyes go red. From rage or all the alcohol in your veins, you don't know.

"If you tell him a word. I swear to god Micah…" Your expression goes stern, brows furrowed.

"Reeeelax cowpoke. I won't tell him. It's just fun, watching you squirm every time he goes by." He empties the bottle, down to the last drop.

You shake your head at him, scoffing.

You settle back down, this time, across from him. "You should mind your own business. Why are we even friends."

" 'Cause." His gaze meets yours once again. "You and me, we ain't much different." He finishes his sentence before throwing the empty bottle away.

"Damn. That was low, don't you offend me like that. You cold son of a bitch." You kick some dirt and dust in his direction, a smile creeping up on your face.

"Hey now, settle down, you crazy bitch." He laughs.

A few moments pass in silence, with Micah getting up to search for some more booze in his saddle bags. You hoped he gets back with beer. This whiskey was getting to you. Makes you think of all kinds of things you usually don't dwell on. Like fear or danger. Guess that's one more thing you and Micah bonded over. Not giving a fuck about what happens. Hopefully, no one will ambush you during the night because if this continues you doubt you would be able to shoot straight or even stand. Maybe you should stop drinking? Ahh, that thought quickly passes once Micah finally hands you a precious bottle of…yes. Beer. More relaxed now, your mind decides to drift in another direction.

"You know, both of us just tend to bark at the wrong tree." You state, plainly.

"Ooo, are we gonna get philosophical now? Boss would like that, that's for sure." He brings his bottle to yours, making a little toast before dowing the beer. You notice the white foam clinging to the ends of his mustache.

"Pff. He's with that Molly anyway… I can't fucking stand her." You toast with him once again before standing up on wobbly legs.

Clearly drunk, you grab your bosom over your shirt and push your breasts together, put on a pouty face before speaking in what you thought was a good Irish accent.

"Listen here now, the lot of ya." You try to imitate Molly. Poorly. Which makes it even funnier. "Dotch loves me, he does, I tell ya!" And then you turn around, furiously, pretending to walk away, while swaying your hips more than necessary. You laugh at your own awful acting skills way harder than Micah did. He was probably too distracted by the charades part of your act.

"She's annoying. But has a nice pair of tits on her. You got that part right. Maybe that's why he keeps her around."

"He could have my tits any day…." You burst into laughter once again.

"Ask him then, I'm telling you. Who could say no… to you." He presses the edge of the bottle on his lips but since it was barely any liquid in it, he raises it up and lets the remaining beer drip on his tongue.

You watch him as you sit back down, next to him. A bit too long. He notices. He notices everything.

"So how about we help each other?"

"What do you mean? " You ask, but the flirtatious look in your eyes is giving away your true intentions.

He reaches out and trails his fingers down the side of your neck. You stop breathing. His pointer finger reaches the edge of your shirt and he trails it behind you, rubbing your upper back.

"You wish it was him touching ya like this, don't ya?"

You swallow dryly and raise your eyebrows at him.

"Cat got your tongue?" He licks his lips. "Tell me if you want me to stop, doll."

"You never called me doll before…" You start wrapping your hands around his shoulders, the black leather coat feeling cool under your fingers but you can still feel the heat radiating from the inside.

"You know, I always liked this coat of yours. The first time I saw you in it, I thought about stealing it." Your palm traces the smooth dark leather down to his bicep, which immediately tightens a bit under your touch. You giggle at that.

He smirks. "I'll steal you a smaller one." His other hand is at your waist now, bringing you closer to him. You tilt your head and smile before closing your eyes. His mustache tickles you before you feel his lips on your own, sweetly locking your upper one between his. Eagerly, you grab a bunch of his blonde hair and deepen the kiss. He hums in appreciation before he pulls you in his lap. Sidesaddle, as one may call it. Micah's grip tightens around you as you explore each other's mouths. Playfully and sloppily. Drunk on whiskey, and drunk on affection. You pull away and run your fingers through his long sideburns, holding his face in your hands. With a toothy smile, he looks up at you.

"Where did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"This cute scar." You leave a small peck on his stubbly skin.

"Cute? Don't make me mad now, cowpoke."

"Back to cowpoke are we?" You flick your tongue over his lips, which he retaliates by holding you in place as you laugh when his mouth attacks the side of your neck. Finally, he calms you with his warm hands tracing your sides, going under your jacket. You notice a questioning look in his eyes.

"So, who did you imagine just now?"

"No one. Why would I?"

He scoffs. "I'll ask you again, once you're sober."

You grab him by his chin, making him look you in the eyes. "You really don't know what a blue-eyed, sharp-jawed, handsome fuck you are underneath all that grime…" You scan his face one more time "Do ya?"

He starts laughing, that familiar snarky laugh of his.

"Don't talk like that, doll. I might start being sweet on ya."

"You just might…"

You lock his bottom lip between yours, biting it with no remorse as you pull away from him.

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2, 3, and 5 under general for companion!emrys?also 12 for story-specific and 7 for romance if thats not too many fndhsh. i am so so curious, i adore emrys so much

tav as companion asks! thank you so much!!! reading about TAV was such a delight and. well. I kind of went off the rails in here, but I had fun, SO. thank YOU. <3

5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

-Slaughtering the tieflings at the Grove on purpose (if Arabella dies, she wants to fight Kagha & the druids right then and there, so there's... uhh. leeway here. for druid murder. sadly.) -Killing Isobel or Aylin outright and then doubling down on it, due to what happens to the whole inn (insert wild essay about the dark urge in here), and not by accident or circumstance + not without remorse.

and she won't leave, but disapproval for letting the hag keep mayrina or ditching the grove to be overrun or letting the tieflings be ousted by the druids, harming any of the tiefing kids, unnecessary cruelty toward victims or those weaker than you, generally dislikes conning it up with the zhentarim in act 1 (doesn't mind killing them.....), betraying another companion (so turning over astarion to the gur hunter, or karlach over to wyll, she would Not like that shit.) overall, being forthright with her and honest + be firm and resolute in your beliefs, even if she doesn't agree with you, will win her respect fastest. she's fairly, uhh. Violent? so she guns for smite first, think second, and over the course of the game she calms down more. act 1 she's like "and then I started smiting" at every other turn.

12. Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

See I fucking LOVE this concept & I wish that orin would've taken your highest approval or RO companion ... it would've added so much more tension. Anyways, yes, of course, and her Orin Scene is her leveling a sword either at the player if they've been more ambiguous, or at another companion, stating that her oath demands they all die for what they've done, getting more and more vividly disgusted until of course. Orin mocks her ruthlessly for her oath-keeping. after everything that happens, emrys experiences a lot of internal shame & personal disgust for being taken, for being too weak to stop her; it weighs heavily. orin is someone she really, really wanted to strike down.

and I took the rest for ridiculous dialogue testing so... woe, DIALOGUE be upon ye.

7. What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?

what is her most prized possession?

her sword -- Emrys grunts, looking askance. "Fair enough." but she's clearly not pleased.

her hair -- She runs a hand over her bound red curls, tied at the nape of her neck. "Was thinkin' of cutting it off, actually. Think that answers that question." and she rolls her eyes.

she doesn't have one -- Emrys chuckles softly, nodding. "Aye. No point in gettin' hung up on nonsense like that. Anything can be replaced."

2. where does she feel safest?

in a temple, praying -- Emrys shifts uncomfortably, looking away. No answer. She doesn't want to say no.

when she's impervious to most forms of physical attack -- A hard snort, and she shakes her head. "'s not wrong. 's not right either, though."

when she's alone -- A pause, then she slowly nods, "but I like bein' with you too. Sometimes." she gruffs out, though a small smile sits on her face.

3. what does emrys care for most?

tyr, of course. -- "Be praised." But there's a strain to her words and a flinch in her face.

saving squirrels in trees -- "Is that some kind of joke?" Emrys scowls a little, words biting, her voice losing its usual monotonous level.

protecting others. though sometimes she forgets herself. -- "I remember you." A soft, firm answer, tone low and warm.

3. Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

[ON RECRUITING ASTARION] hmm.... (long pause). 's your neck alright? that was a nasty trick he pulled. don't worry, I'll watch your back around the lad.

[ON RECRUITING GALE] haven't been around many wizards... do you think he'd-- no, never mind. (<- she was thinking about getting "fly" cast on her.)

[ON RECRUITING SHADOWHEART] shadowheart... 'bout as forthright as you'd expect with a name like that, huh. lovely, though.

[ON RECRUITING WYLL] the blade of frontiers, eh? heard of him. be interesting to see him in action.

[ON RECRUITING KARLACH] karlach’s got the kind of strength I could only hope for one day. glad she’s on our side.

[ON RECRUITING LAE'ZEL] I've never met a gith before... I've read of 'em, though. you think she'd mind if I asked her a few questions?

[ON RECRUITING HALSIN] Hm. (<- disapproving silence.) I only hope he left the grove in capable hands. abandoning post like that.... (she rolls her eyes, shakes her head; nothing else to say on that.)

[ON RECRUITING MINTHARA, without grove murder, ideal world] you ever think-- y'know, we've put down a lot of those absolutists... wonder if they'd all feel like she did if they had our--immunity, or what have you.

2. Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

sorry I saw my chance to be REALLY insufferable & test some dialogue voices in the process. woe, DIALOGUE be upon ye.

ASTARION: we've picked up a paladin of tyr. isn't that... quaint. so long as she keeps all of-- well, that on the other side of the camp, I'm sure we'll get along fine. EMRYS: aye. I'll contain myself if you do.

SHADOWHEART: emrys certainly seems... hm, formidable. only time will tell if that code of hers will prove more hindrance than help to us.

WYLL: it will be interesting to fight alongside tarian. she seems to know her own heart, and that's plenty admirable.

GALE: I've known a few tyrrans in my time. they tend to be rather of the stiffer variety, but at least we can trust what to expect from her, and that certainly can't be taken for granted in times like these.

KARLACH: I hope she doesn't get offended at us, y'know, offing the bastards up at the tollhouse. EMRYS: why would I get in your way? they've wronged you, most terribly, and we'll see justice done by sundown. KARLACH: oh, fuck yeah. knew there was a reason I liked you.

LAE'ZEL: the paladin's battle prowess is to be commended, if nothing else. leave her with wyll, I am sure they will get along well enough. (<- intended as an insult toward the do-gooding.)

#oc. emrys #answered #this is horrendously self indulgent... WELL!!!!#thank you for the free excuse to dialogue-write when I haven't forced myself to do that in MONTHS #even if it is very silly in here

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