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Pretty Little Rings - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Cheerleader! Reader 18+ version

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Henderson! Reader

Summary - the story of how Eddie Munson came to wear a pretty dainty little ring instead of his usual big metal one, it also happens to be the unexpected sequel to the Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader but it can also be read as a stand alone

Warning - this is the 18+ version, smut, oral (f receiving), piv, ring fixation, choking, eddie munson being a fucking tease, making out, hickeys & bite marks, if you squint there might be plot

Word count - 4.9k

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This content is 18+ if you are a minor do not engage, all parties are above 18 and consenting

Eddie was infamously famous for his look, the way he presented himself to the world. His clothes, with his classic home made battle jacket denim vest over one of his countless leather jackets. Especially the one with the broken zipper.

But there was one detail he would never go without, the heavy, thick, cheap metal rings that he wore on each hand. The ones that he would fiddle with when he got bored or distracted during class.

Eddie owned more rings than he could probably count, but he had his favourites that he wore almost every single day.

They were always the same four ones, three on his left hand and one on his right. That was until his skull ring seemingly disappeared. He was no longer wearing it. The heavy metal silver colored band had been replaced by a much thinner, smaller, daintier one.

Eddie appeared outside of her bedroom window, knocking against the glass window pane waiting for her to unlock it. He climbed through, trying to be as careful as he could to not knock over the various different knick knacks she used to decorate her room. Finishing off his whole spectacle with a quick bow. And she couldn’t help but laugh at him, despite how he might dress and act, he was an adorable goof deep inside.

Quickly chugging off his jacket and kicking off his boots, leaving them stranded somewhere in her room.

“There you are.” Eddie took the two long steps to close the distance that separated between them. His hands cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss. Letting his slightly chapped lips run over her smooth and soft ones. It felt like forever had passed since he kissed her last, since he had her in his arms. “Here I am.” She whispered back to him when Eddie reluctantly pulled away.

He stood there for a moment, holding her face in his hands for a moment, simply admiring the person standing in front of him. Even in the dark of her room he could still make out her features.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“I have someone who reminds me on a regular basis.” Eddie pressed a quick peck to her lips, savouring the feeling of her lips against his, knowing that each kiss they shared was a luxury.

It had been two and a half months since they had shared their first kiss in the backstage of the theatre department after her first session of a Hellfire campaign. Ever since then they had exchanged countless of quick stolen kisses between classes or in the quiet of her bedroom.

It was fun sneaking around with Eddie, he was a flirt, and spontaneous at that. She never knew when a note would be slipped into her locker, or when he’d pull her into an empty classroom. It was a kind of excitement she had never known before.

It didn’t take long before she found herself being constantly distracted, her mind kept wandering to him every opportunity it got. Eddie was a constant on her mind, she would count down the minutes until she got to be with him next.

Just seeing him around school in passing was more than enough to make butterflies appear in her stomach.

“I missed you today…” Eddie’s words trailed off and he shook her head playfully, making her hair fall in front of her face.

“You say that every time you know.”

“I also mean it every time.” He leaned in and placed another kiss to her lips, letting his hands tangle in her hair and pulling her impossibly close to him.

Their words were exchanged in hushed whispers, no one else should be home at this time, but there was no way they would be risking it. Besides, old habits die hard. Her mother finding out that she had been sneaking a boy into her room wasn’t even the first concern on her mind.

They were both absolutely terrified of her brother finding out. Which is why they usually never rendezvoused at her place, but with his uncle swapping shifts it became a little more complicated.

“Three days without kissing you is too much.” Eddie mumbled to her between kisses, he was kissing like a starved man. No matter what he would never be able to get enough of her. She hummed gently against his lips in agreement.

Eddie backed her onto her bed, not letting his lips leave hers for a second. Gently laying her back down against her soft bed sheets.

“And no one is home?” Eddie pulled away a couple of inches to look at her, his brown eyes gently scanning her face, there was always that little bit of concern still on his mind.

“Mom is working late and my brother is at the arcade for at least another hour.”

“A whole hour you say? I wonder what we could do with all of that time…” His eyes trailed down the length of her body, they almost seemed to darken as he did.

“Oh I do wonder.” She giggled, using her arms to pull him close and into another kiss.

“You smell nice.” Eddie whispered against her skin as he inhaled her scent, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. He trailed his kisses down the column of her throat, restraining himself from leaving any marks where they might be visible.

“Had to shower after practice so I am all clean.” She sighed peacefully, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her skin.

“I can help you change that.” He laughed against her skin as he tugged at the top hem of her shirt trying to access more of her. “This- off- I want it off-” He said, referencing her shirt.

“Mhhh what's the magic word?” Eddie grunted against her and gently nipped at her skin with his teeth in frustration. Hearing her whine he gently lapped at her skin with his tongue to say sorry. “Please can I take your shirt off?”

“That’s what I like to hear, and yes, yes you may.” She loved riling him up, seeing that extra spark light up in his eyes was something she would never be able to get enough of.

“You’re a fucking tease- arms up.” She raised her arms in compliance and Eddie snuck his arms under her back, pulling her up enough that he could grab the bottom of her shirt and rip it off her body before letting her drop back down onto the bed with a soft thud.

“So beautiful…” The words were more for him than they were for her, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to take those extra seconds to admire her, to try and memorise every single inch of her body. It made being apart from her just a little bit easier.

“Love my girls.” Eddie chuckled to himself as he pressed his face up against her chest, not caring that her bra was still in the way. Finally having access to more of her skin. Skin that he could mark up all that he wanted to. There were already fading marks left along her chest and the tops of her boobs. The sight of which only riled Eddie up more.

It had been too long since he had her in his arms last, since he got to touch her. He needed to savour every single moment and touch that he could. But he was also so desperate for her, he needed to be touching every single inch of her body.

Eddie dragged his teeth over her soft supple skin, threatening to leave another mark. “May I please take this off sweetheart?” He had learned his lesson, and she could hear a hint of genuine desperation and pleading in his voice. Eddie tugged on the band of her bra, his fingers inching closer towards the clasp on the back.

She nodded feverishly and propped herself up on her elbows, helping him undo the clasp. Eddie tossed the article of clothing away from them like it had committed a crime. Letting her boobs run free.

“There we go much better don’t you think?” Eddie teased, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, letting his thumb run over one of her slightly pebbled nipples while he latched his mouth onto the other, sucking her nipple gently into his mouth.

Her breathing hitched in her throat and a breathy whimper left her lips, her back arching off the bed ever so slightly to meet his touches.

Eddie’s mouth was roaming every piece of free skin in front of him. Every now and then latching his lips onto her skin, creating new marks to accompany the old ones. He loved leaving marks on her that only the two of them could see.

Their pretty little secrets hidden away by her pretty tops or cheer uniform. Knowing what secrets lingered beneath the fabric always made him smile to himself, and make wicked evil thoughts run through his mind.

“Eddie please-” Her voice was breathy and ragged, her fingers were grasping at the roots of his hair.

“Shh- let me enjoy you for a moment sweetheart, we have a whole hour, remember?” He placed a tender kiss on the underside of her breast. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

She whined in response, grabbing harder at his hair, her desperation for him growing with every moment he continued to tease her, and becoming evident by the growing wet patch on her underwear.

She had only been dressed in her shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts, with her shirt and bra discarded. It left her only in shirts which did not leave much up to Eddie’s imagination.

His hands were grasping at her hips as he painfully slowly kissed his way down her stomach, leaving soft, wet, open mouthed kisses to her skin until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Eddie hooked his fingers around the elastic, and he shot her a look, silently asking her permission to which she nodded, raising her hips ever so slightly to help slide out of her shorts.

She was down to just her panties, the cold air making her shiver ever so slightly. Eddie’s arms wrapped around her back and let his hands slide down to her ass, tugging her to the edge of the bed, so he could kneel between her legs, her ass hanging over the edge just a little bit as Eddie helped her support her weight.

“Someone looks excited.” He ran his knuckle over the outside of her panties, making a soft breathy moan leave her lips. A sound that Eddie wished he could record and play on a loop forever. He applied just the tiniest amount of pressure, and smirked as he saw her clench around nothing.

“Says the one with a tent.” She quipped back at him and smirked to herself. Of course she had noticed the growing bulge in his pants, and felt it press up against her. His arousal being a lot more visible than hers. Without saying anything Eddie pushed her underwear aside to admire her fully.

“Well you can't blame me when you have this pretty cunt for me to look forward to.” His hot breath against her pussy was unbearable, he hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already a complete mess for him down there.

“Can you hurry up and eat me out already Munson.” A frustrated groan left her lips and she fell backwards onto the bed, all her nerves going haywire as she waited for him.

“Magic word?” His eyes were completely fixated on her leaking pussy, her arousal starting to coat her folds and it made Eddie weak in the knees.

“Please hurry up and eat me out.” She whined, resting her feet behind his back and desperately trying to pull him closer to where she needed him most. “Well, I can’t argue with that now can I?”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh before he dove in, his nose brushing against her clit briefly before he pressed his lips against it. Slowly moving his lips as he started to eat her out, enjoying every sound he managed to draw from her pretty lips.

He ran his tongue through her folds, the taste of her on his tongue was driving him wild. She was his own personal feast. Eddie loved eating her out, knowing that he was making her feel good always gave him his own personal high. And hearing all the sounds he could pull out of her made his head spin. Getting to eat her out was as much of a treat for him as it was for her.

She was writhing in the sheets, beads of sweat quickly formed along her chest coating her skin, her hands were grabbing at the sheets, tangling her fingers in them. Eddie knew just where she liked to be touched, he knew how to manipulate her just right.

Eddie sucked at her clit, letting his tongue run over it creating as much friction as possible. Her hips rocked forward, grinding against his face and Eddie groaned into her cunt in response.

She was desperate for anything he would give her. It had been so long since he touched her last and it was just a matter of time before she was going to cum. Eddie so expertly worked her over. His lips and tongue brought her closer to her anticipated release with every passing moment.

Her fingers moved from the sheets and into his hair, tangling themselves in his curly brown locks, holding him in place against her sopping wet cunt. A long string of moans falling from her lips intertwined with the pleads of his name.

The pressure in her stomach was becoming almost unbearable, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back into the duvet. Eddie wanted her to cum so bad. Desperate to hear and feel her release. He hummed gently against her, pushing her closer towards her inevitable release.

“I want to see you cum- please let me see you cum.” Eddie was practically begging against her, just as desperate for her release as she was. His movements sped up as much as he could, turning sloppy as he brought her up to her edge. “Please cum for me…”

Her chest was rising and falling with heavy and hot pants as her orgasm hit her. Eddie never daring to stop lapping at her, carefully working her through your orgasm and making it last for as long as he could. He groaned against her as she released, his eyes completely fixated on her as she unravelled in front of him.

When Eddie finally pulled away from her, her thighs were shaking gently in his hands and she was struggling to catch her breath. He stood above her, gently letting his hand run up and down her thigh as he watched her come down from the orgasm. It stroked some part of his ego knowing that he had been the one to put her in this state.

“You know you’re staring right?”

“Just admiring the view.”

“Good view?”

“Fantastic view.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was a bit ridiculous but in the best way.

“You know you’re wearing an awful lot.” She scooted so she could sit up, her fingers quickly finding their way to the hem of his shirt that was sticking out of his black jeans. Jeans that weren’t doing a very good job at hiding his arousal. “We should do something about that right?”

Eddie’s hands came to rest over hers, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. Revealing his toned chest and arms decorated with his various tattoos. It didn’t matter how many times she had seen him without his shirt on, it was just as exciting as the first time.

“Better?”

“Almost.” She replied and her fingers grabbed onto his belt buckle, fiddling with it to get it open. Eddie chuckled softly at her as she struggled to get it open, his hand caressing her face gently. “Let me help you with that sweetheart.”

She fell backwards onto the bed with a soft sigh leaving her lips while Eddie made quick work of his pants and underwear. Reaching over into her bedside table and pulling out one of the condoms she had started to keep around, just on the chance he might be climbing through her window.

Eddie hissed quietly to himself as he rolled the condom down his length. He stood between her legs, knees on either side of him looking down at her. Letting his hand run up and down the length of him a couple of times for her to see, knowing what it was going to do to her.

“Please-” Despite her previous orgasm still lingering in her body she was growing increasingly desperate for another, he was so close, just within reach. But at the same time too far away.

“What? C’mon tell me what you want me to do.” He swiped the tip of his hard cock through her folds, making her shiver with pleasure. “Need you to ask for it sweetheart.”

“Please, I need you-” She reached her hands out to try and grab onto him, however she came up short but just a couple of inches, whimpering in frustration, only making Eddie smirk more. “Need me where exactly?”

“Fuck Eddie please I need you to fuck me.” Her words were breathy and half broken in her mouth. And while that was tempting, so very very tempting, Eddie had some other plans. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and snuck his arms around her back picking her up. Sitting down on the bed and placing her in his lap.

“Do you think you can manage to ride me?” Eddie pushed a couple of loose hairs out of her face, his hand coming to rest on her jaw and pulling her gaze to his eyes. “Can you do that for me sweetheart?”

He looked at her with those big brown doe eyes that she could never say no to, they had her in a trance and in that moment she was so desperate for him she would have done anything he asked. She nodded in response, letting her legs fall to either side of him straddling his lap and she raised her hips.

One of Eddie’s arms grabbed onto her waist, helping her steady herself. The other grabbed his hard and aching cock, groaning as he felt how her arousal was basically dripping onto the sheets below. He positioned himself just at her entrance, just barely pushing into her.

“Ready?” He asked softly, pressing a couple of soft kisses to her jaw and she nodded in response, slowly starting to lower herself onto him. Both of them shared a moan as she did. She stilled against him for a moment, trying to get used to the size of him.

No matter how many times they had sex she would never get used to the size of him, he stretched her open easily due to the size of her arousal, but it was still a tight fit.

“Eddie can you- can you help me?”

“Me?” He raised his eyebrows at her, a wicked smile forming against his lips. “No no no, you’re gonna have to do this one yourself.”

She whined and pouted at him in vain, desperately trying to gain just an ounce of sympathy from him. But Eddie’s evil smirk never budged from his face for a second.

Slowly she started moving her hips against his, gently grinding against him.

“Is this ok?” She hadn’t realised it but Eddie had moved his hand to her throat, gripping it ever so gently. The cool feeling of his ring against the pulsating of her throat was something she had never experienced before. And it ignited something in the pit of her stomach.

“Yes.” She answered simply, the feeling of his fingers around her throat edging her on, making her move her hips against him faster and with more force. Quickly setting a steady pace, letting her hips rise and fall against him.

“There you go pretty girl-” Eddie groaned as he felt her fully start to move against him, the grip he had on her throat tightening. “Go on, fuck yourself silly on my cock, let me see how much you want it.”

The dirty and slightly sadistic nature of his words edging her on further, the slight lack of oxygen to her brain was driving her wild. The feeling of Eddie splitting her open was making her melt, the pleasure in her core quickly building.

Eddie was murmuring sweet encouragements into her ear, only spurring her on further. “You’re doing so well for me, so so well for me.” He whispered against the shell of her ear, making shivers run down her spine. His voice was low and raspy as he spoke.

Despite his earlier words, his other hand was holding tightly onto her waist helping her move against him. Helping manipulate her body against him just the way he wanted to. The feeling of her slick soaked walls around him was better than any high he had ever experienced and it was taking every ounce of concentration to let her have control.

She looked at him through her eyelashes, her hand grabbing onto the wrist that was wrapped around her throat and holding eye contact with him. Eddie swore he could have cum right there on the spot she looked so hot fucking herself on his cock. It was captivating seeing the way she moved on his cock, how her face scrunched up as the tip of him rubbed against her g-spot, the whimpers and moans that fell from her lips.

Eddie leaned in and captured her lips with his, parting her lips and letting his tongue slip into her mouth. She clenched against him in response, making Eddie groan into her mouth in response.

It did not take long before her movements became erratic and quick, stars had started dancing along her peripheral vision and she could feel her body starting to go limp. Her head was spinning from the prolonged low exposure to oxygen and she was becoming increasingly desperate.

Eddie started thrusting up against her from below, his hips meeting hers with as much force as possible, making her boobs bounce against his chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in her small bedroom.

“You’re gonna cum for me before you pass out huh?” Eddie noticed how she was picking up the pace, how she would roll her hips against his with a little more force and how she was squeezing tighter around him with every passing moment. She could only muster up a couple of soft whimpers in response. Eddie could feel his own high rapidly building.

Her hips were rolling against his and she was practically bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing her orgasm.

Eddie used the hand at her waist to grab onto her, flipping her onto her back and quickly starting to pound into her. Her legs looped around his waist and gripped tightly onto him. His hand was still wrapped around her throat as he fucked her into the soft mattress with a hard unforgiving pace.

His hand sneaking behind their bodies, his fingers quickly finding her clit and he started rubbing fast circles against it, making her hips buck up to meet his and a half choked moan escaped from her lips, by this point the stars had turned into faint black spots along the edge of her vision. She was a total writhing mess beneath him which was only encouraging him to pound into her with more force.

“Come on sweetheart, be good for me and cum on my dick.” His words were almost taunting her, he was frantically trying to push her over the edge that she had been building. “If you cum on my cock I’ll let you breathe.”

His words were the last straw, the tight coil in her stomach finally unravelling and her orgasm hit her with such intensity it knocked out what little air was remaining in her lungs. She gasped for air and Eddie let go of her throat, his hips still pounding into her, still chasing his own high as he fucked her through her orgasm. With her clenching around him it didn’t take long before he reached his own high.

Her body and thighs were shaking as Eddie kept up his brutal pace, gasping to pull air into her lungs, breathy moans and mentions of his name leaving her lips.

Finally Eddie’s hips stilled against hers, but not pulling out of her just yet. His face was buried against her neck. “Breathe- just breathe for me…” His own words were long and drawn out as he tried to catch his breath. “You did so well, so so well for me.”

Eddie pressed soft kisses against her neck and jaw, working his way up, kissing along her cheeks, placing a peck against the tip of her nose, however avoiding her lips, wanting her to recover. He let his lips rest against her forehead for a minute, listening to her breathing.

“Baby I’m ok you can pull out.” She whispered quietly and it took a moment for Eddie to register what she had said. He gripped onto her hips as he pulled out of her trying to be as careful as possible, grimacing a little as he heard her wince, mumbling a soft apology into her skin.

Eddie climbed out of the bed, leaving her still a little short of breath to recover as he slipped off the condom and tossed it in her bin before grabbing a cloth from her dresser and wetting it in the bathroom sink. He climbed back into bed and carefully started to wipe her down. She hissed at the feeling of the cold cloth against her sensitive skin. “Shhh- just let me take care of you.”

Finally Eddie laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her body and cradling her against him. Pulling her duvet over her and letting her rest her head against his chest. He always craved this after sex, needing to be close to her, to feel her breaths on his skin. She tilted her head slightly so she could look at him.

It was in the moments such as these where she felt as if she was truly seeing him, seeing the person that was buried beneath the persona that Eddie Munson had taken on. It was perplexing seeing how different he could be, the person he was at school or in public could essentially be a stranger to who he was right now.

He gently ran his fingers over her throat, carefully inspecting where his rings had made small indents in her skin. Bringing his lips to the marks and placing soft kisses to them. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

Eddie had to ask, he needed to make sure. He trusted her enough to tell him, but sometimes he just needed that extra bit of reassurance to know that he hadn’t taken it too far.

“No- no you didn’t hurt me, I would have told you.” She smiled and placed her hand over his, letting her thumb run over the back of his hand. Her fingers ran over the cold tops of his metal rings. “I’m not sure I ever told you but I really like your rings.”

“Mhhh I might have had just the slightest inclination.” Eddie chuckled lowly, tangling his fingers with hers and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. “Y’know I’ve always liked yours.”

“Really? But they’re so not- metal?” She looked at him questioningly and gently bit down on her bottom lip. She wore a couple of rings, small and dainty simple bands with just some slight variation. “Maybe not, but they are pretty.” Eddie held her hand carefully, pressing a kiss to each ring.

“They look good together don’t you think?” He whispered and held up their interlocked hands for her to see. And he was right, somehow they did. Even with their strange contrast, something about them just fit together so perfectly. “Yeah… yeah they do.”

That’s when Eddie did something unexpected, he unlaced their fingers and removed the skull ring that sat on his ring finger. “What are you doing?” She asked softly, laughing a little at him. “Patience my love.”

Eddie examined the rings on her fingers for a moment before he picked one of her fingers, quickly replacing it with his skull ring and sliding hers as far down his ring finger as he could. “What do you think?”

She took a moment and examined the new addition to her hand, cocking her head a little as she looked at the metal band. “I think it’s too big, I might lose it.”

“I’ll just get you a new one.” Eddie grabbed her face, turning it so he could place another kiss to her lips. “Keep it, it’s yours.” She raised her eyebrows at him, looking at him with big eyes in a mix of questioning and wonder.

“So you can have a little piece of me with you.”

“Then I suppose you better keep mine, just for good measure.”

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 1 month

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So you've mentioned before that Zuko doesn't show any sexist behaviors but I'd like to point out a few scene just to see how you feel about them.

"You have quite the appitite for a girl." A very tropey sexist statement (which, yes, is played for laughs and I don't think he meant it as an insult but it does show that he has an idea of how girls either should be or usually are)

"Nice try Avatar, but these little girls can't save you." I can't really recall him ever saying anything similar about male warriors? I know there aren't really a lot of examples of male warriors that Zuko fights, but it still feels very,,, pointed and focused on the girls part.

"I'll save you from the pirates." "Looks like somebody found herself a master." These are both very patronizing lines that he says toward Katara, but he never says anything similar to Sokka or Aang (Aang I can dismiss bc he's just a prize, not an 'enemy', plus, Zuko tends to go for racist comments instead) or like, any other male, ever?

"I thought girls liked these kinds of things." Once again, is played for laughs at social ineptitude but again, shows a 'all girls are the same' mindset

Him picking at Ty Lee also felt very misogynistic to me? Like he was looking down of feminine behavior.

"What is with you?" As he is frusterated that Katara hasn't automatically forgiven him, yet to Aang he is very humble and genuinely tries to prove himself as well as accepting the lack of forgiveness as just due and offering himself as prisoner. Again, he just doesn't show the same amount of respect to Katara as he does to Aang or Sokka.

Like, any of these on their own, I could dismiss for one reason or another, but when the examples pile up it shows itself as a pattern of viewing women as intrinsically different from men, expectant of 'womanly behavior', dismissive of feminimity, and dismissive of female threats.

I love Zuko, but I definitely see this as one of his flaws and something he's got to get over along with the rest of the bullshit he was indoctrinated with. (Which is one reason I love his and Katara's friendship because like, if there was anyone who's Not Gonna Stand For That Shit, it's Katara ksbdjdnd)

Let me split the difference here

Not sexist, just an asshole

Zuko picked on Ty Lee because, much like IROH, she was a cheery person that was trying to get Zuko to lighten up or at least stop with all the unnecessary rage, angst and aggressiveness. We also see him get pissed at ALL OF HIS FRIENDS and physically attacking Aang in the finale because they're goofing around instead worrying about the war like he is.

When Zuko thinks happiness is not acceptable, he lashes out at any living thing. Boy literally snapped at a frog for not indulging in his angst to confront his current/former enemies and apologize to them. It's really not fair to act like he was picking on Ty Lee in particular, and that the ONLY reason for it was "girly girl" - especially when "The Beach" literally has Zuko himself reach the conclusion that he is lashing out at everyone else to deal with the fact that he's angry at HIMSELF, HIS actions, HIS doubts, HIS conflicting feelings. This is not about Ty Lee at all.

The same can be said about his entitlement to Katara's forgiveness. He offered to be the prisoner of ALL OF THEM when he was trying to make amends, and when they all rejected him, Katara very much included, he accept it.

Then Toph, Aang and Sokka all came around, forgived and befriended him. Everyone was chill with him. Everyone, except Katara. She was the odd one out, the constant reminder that it was not gonna be that easy to let the past stay in the past.

Zuko was trying his best to be a better person, but old habits die hard, and there was a person not doing what was more convenient for him, so he threw a tantrum. There is nothing special about that person being Katara, or any girl.

"Looks like somebody found herself a master" was also not at all about gender. Zuko mocked Aang for being "just a child" and for not having a father. He also humiliated Sokka in the first episode. OF COURSE he'd try to taunt Katara during fights.

And she DID get a master. We saw it happen. Aang was already a master of air (the element he used the most in fights), Sokka only got one in book 3. Their power-level remained the same, Katara's changed, right after she reached the North Pole, specifically to look for a waterbending master - for Aang, sure, but it's her element too, and Zuko KNOWS that she stole a scroll and used to teach herself. Zuko connecting the dots is not him assuming that a woman can only improve if she has the help of a man, it's just him having a brain.

He isn't mocking her for being a girl that needed to be taught by a man, he is mocking her for thinking she could defeat him, even after a power up - typical battle taunt, that Zuko engages in ALL the time, with basically every foe he goes up against.

And that also ties into:

Not sexist, just "Villain Talk"

Taunts like calling the Kyoshi Warriors "little girls" that can't protect the Avatar, or mocking Katara for finding herself in a situation of "damsel in distress" with the pirates, COULD reveal that Zuko is sexist and, much like Sokka and Pakku, didn't believe women could be competent fighters... if we didn't know him.

Zuko literally grew up with AZULA, someone who, in his own words, is a prodigy that is good at everything, does stuff with ease, and can be compared to the freaking Avatar. He and Iroh literally agree that it's less dangerous to risk it all traveling through the Earth Kingdom than risking being captured by her.

He never has any issue or doubt regarding Azula, Mai and Ty Lee as fighters. He doesn't throw a tantrum over needing June's help with his new plan to capture Aang. He SAYS he doesn't respect Katara as a fighter, but he's constantly in battle mode whenever he's around the any member of the Gaang, yes, even Katara, by herself.

Zuko, as a villain, says shit he doesn't mean ALL THE TIME. We see him use Ozai's line of "I'll teach you respect" against a member of his own crew, and say that the safety of said crew doesn't matter - and then go and save the guy's life. He says he'll give Zhao a scar, and doesn't do it even after Zhao tells him to AND calls him a coward.

Zuko thinks he needs to be aggressive, piss people off, and even be downright cruel, because that's what he was taught - but deep down that's not what he wants to be, nor what he already is. The same applies to his lines that imply he doesn't think women can be competent fighters. He knows that's not true, but he thinks he needs to act like that, to "play that role" because he literally was disfigured for NOT being cruel, for NOT treating people as disposable, for NOT wanting to fight, for NOT posturing as "macho", for NOT acting like he was better than everyone.

Sexist VS Sixteen/Clueless

"You have quite the appitite for a girl" and "I thought girls liked these kinds of things" feel, to me, like more of a result of Zuko being VERY clueless about social interactions and kind of relying on "tried and tested" stuff that most people around him tend to say/expect.

If you want to count that as being sexist instead of just said something sexist without meaning to, fine - but then it's time to revoke Katara's crown of "feminist queen." She was super happy when Toph joined the Gaang because she wanted someone to agree with her that some of Sokka and Aang's jokes/behaviors were immature and/or gross. TOPH. The character that is very clearly not all that feminine when she has a say on the matter and is the time to literally spit during a fight to show her disdain for the oponent, something Katara was already supposed to have learned two episoddes before.

And while you didn't mention that line, in the finale, when Zuko asks Katara to help him "put Azula in her place", Katara doesn't snap at him for supposedly being sexist (and I personally don't think this was about gender, just about their bitter rivalry and that idea that he can only truly succeed if she fails, and vice-versa) but a lot of the "Zuko is sexist" uses that as evidence, yet they never seem to care that, according to that interpretation of the scene, Katara is being complicit in Zuko's sexism towards his sister.

Oh, and Sokka, who was supposed to have unlearned sexism after the Kyoshi episode, told Aang not to answer to "twikle toes" because it wasn't manly. He also told him that, to win a girl over, you can't be too nice. It's played off for jokes and meant to make him look clueless, just like Zuko's scene with Jin.

If we're gonna call Zuko sexist for passing comments that are nowhere near as relevant as the way he is shown to consistently not treat women differently than he treats men, we're gonna have to do the same to every character - and reach the conclusion that even Katara is sexist.

Now, onto the inevitable question of:

"Does that mean the show itself is sexist?"

As some of you might have noticed, I tend to place "said something that can be taken as sexist" in a different category to "legitimately has sexist beliefs/behaviors on a very constant basis." I know that's not how everyone looks at these things, but I genuinely think it's the most accurate way to describe the nuances of it all.

I'd say Avatar is a show that has MOMENTS that could be seen as a little sexist, but overall it very clearly, and proudly, took the stance of "women deserve as much respect as men", and fully expected the audience to see the characters as equals, with the things like their genders not mattering to how one thinks of them. For that, I'd say it's unfair to label it as sexist just because of the odd questionable scene. It's taking the exceptions and trying to pass them off as the rule.

And I think the same logic applies to Zuko as a character. He has moments in which he might demonstrate some light sexism (or even intentionally fake sexism to piss someone off), but if you look at the real context and pattern, it's clear that even as a villain he never actually seem to treat women differently from men - it just so happens that when he was a bad guy he, naturally, wasn't used to treat people well. He was a jerk, but he was a jerk to EVERYBODY, all the time, no distinction made.

#zuko #sexism #atla #avatar

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darlingrini · 1 year

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A follow-up to that Info ask, Can I get some info on both Teddy and Kitty, please?

Kathryn "Kitten" Gauthier is a entire package. Prom Queen, College Cheerleader, and the daughter of a prestigous rich family. She is a popular girl through and through, always with a sweet smile and sweet attitude. A perfectionist with a talent for athletics she always is there to lend a helping hand ESPECIALLY if you are the target of her affections. When you are her darling precious love of her life she will do ANYTHING for you. No matter WHAT. Dedicated and loyal she is a ride or die kind of girl who requires a constant need of affection and attention. She's the cute trophy girlfriend you can have on your arm and always will be your #1 Fan and Hype girl. Sadly however behind the facade of her sweet perfect persona is a mirror thats been cracking for over a decade. With extremely strict parents and being raised into the image of perfection Kittens always had a hard time growing up with her family. And with the pressures of highschool and her need for a true connection has led her to latch easily onto the ideal of a fantasy "true love". She's already had three ex's and all three have had disapeared in different ways. Eventually leading to the tragic death of her parents right after winning Prom Queen.

Currently she is your classmate in College, one of the head cheerleaders of the schools cheer squad and is on a veternarian course. As she of course by her name implys absolutely loves cat and cat themed items. Owning two cats herself named Dorothy (White cat) and Toto (Grey cat). The only thing she could possibly love more than you is her two cats. And anyone who messes with you or her cats will be forced into a destroyed social life and slow agonizing torture. She often doesn't prefer to get her hands dirty preferring to deal with her problems with words and the use of other people. However it doesn't mean she won't snap and be bringing her own knife to the party either. While not the strongest she is extremely quick and agile which she uses very much to her benefit. She will absolutely spoil you rotten with sweet words and sweet gifts and is very much the personal space invader type.

Teddy Bauto is a very sweet man, a orphan at birth he was raised by his very kind grandparents. And he is your local pizza delivery boy for a small hometown shop ran by a friend of his grandpas who he calls Uncle. Teddy is a whopping 6'4" and a very soft spoken man despite his size. At least to you. The man can barely mutter a single sentence to you 90% of the time as you make him absolutely nervous and heart racing. However he seems to be the only delivery boy anytime you order from the shop as if the man never gets a day off! Teddy is a fan of musicals and disney movies and his ideal date with you would be to take you to one of those things and to have a chill sweet time where you can both laugh and sing together. He's not a fan of crowds and often seems to get lost in thought and sidetracked. While he seems like a big loveable goof on the outside inside he's suffering due to a supernatural parasite residing in his mind. A parasite that latched onto him as a young boy and essentially lives in a part of his brain coming out like a second personality. The parasite has taken to the name Ted and in apperance seems to look like a rubberhose cartoon version of Teddy. While Teddy himself is very kind hearted, Ted is the opposite often driving Teddy to make bad decisions and fueling the bubbling anger hidden underneath. Often antagonistic and bullying Teddy when he can in any situation. In higshchool guiding Teddy down the wrong path by becoming a thug in a bully gang. Only to inevitably snap on the leader sending him to the hospital and Teddy himself sent to Juvie in his final years thus not graduating school. While Teddy could finish school he seems unsure to and doesn't find himself good enough to go back. Let alone good enough for you.

But that doesn't stop Teddys obsessive personality, the strong desire to be loved and to see you easily overwriting his worries about being good enough or how wrong it is to beat up others who harass you. How mean it is to bully the other delivery drivers to give your address up on any order. To stalk you quietly when he has his days off. He knows its wrong, and often will feel extremely guilty for his behavior. But with the help of Ted he keeps on going and hopes one day to get the courage to properly talk to you. To earn your love. He is a lover who appreciates quality time spent together and honesty in a relationship. He's also a Grade A snuggler~

#yandere ocs #yandere male #yandere female #info dump #darlingrini #teddy oc #kitten oc #college cheerleader kitten #pizza delivery boy teddy #delivery boy yandere #cheerleader yandere #oc ask #anon ask

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wild-houseplant · 1 year

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romanticism asks, 5 10 15 for Rhodri!!

Hi hello thank you for stopping by!! :D :D Ok let's see!

5. What character from myth or fairytale best represents them? I'm going to be honest here: I couldn't find anything especially close to Rhod, either from memory or scouring the oul' internet. Honestly, the best I could get was the Tolkien legendarium. While, on a technicality, it wasn't intended as mythology, two characters strike me as very similar to her: Elrond, who is quite a firm but kind sort who's forever got his head in a book; and Glorfindel, ageless and joyful. And, it must be said, someone who might come across as a bit flippant and devil-may-care to onlookers. >_>

10. What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character? I don't think a moody anything encompasses Rhodri very well tbh, because she's got a pretty sunny sort of personality when all's said and done. But to encompass the moody/sad bit of her, I'll dive into the autism angst and stick in a snippet from the short story "Flowers for Algernon." In this particular part, the intellectually disabled protagonist, Charlie Gordon, has been recently made aware that people he thought were being kind to him were, in fact, mocking him. Rhodri, though not intellectually disabled, has had quite a few occasions where she thought she was fitting in, only to find out the hard way that she absolutely wasn't, and it panned out quite similarly to this. cw for emetophobia

"I didn't know what to do or where to turn. Everyone was looking at me and laughing and I felt naked. I wanted to hide myself. I ran out into the street and I threw up. Then I walked home. It's a funny thing I never knew that Joe and Frank and the others liked to have me around all the time to make fun of me. Now I know what it means when they say "to pull a Charlie Gordon." I'm ashamed."

15. What is a common misconception about your OC? (Alternatively, what do people assume about them which is either incorrect or misconstrued?)

Gosh, that's a good question. I won't rehash the whole resting bitch face/Terrifying Vint thing, because lord knows I do that often enough in the longfic.

One thing I do think people might get wrong about her is that she's inflexible to the point of going to pieces when even the smallest thing is out of order, but I personally don't think that's true. Not entirely, anyway. Rhodri's got a handful of things that should be done in a certain order, but really, if some of those things are mixed around (dinner before washing, for example), she'll keep her discomfort to herself and power through it. Hell, she'll even enjoy herself once she's a few bites in.

It's only when everything else is going terribly wrong that she insists on having order over how she does things. Sensory overwhelm, the rest of the day's plans have gone to shit, had some terrible news... and really, when anyone has a day like that, they need something to bring them a little comfort. Getting things back in the right order is soothing for her because in such an unpredictable world, having control over her schedule means she at least knows how the rest of her shitty day will go.

At the end of the day, I really think Rhod's a rather live-and-let-live person. She won't force anyone to keep to her schedule. She'll even help people goof off-- and do it with a smile. I don't thinks he asks much of people, really.

#thank you for the asks cool bean!! These were great and I really had to think for a while!!#Askin' games #Rhodri Amell

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sohmiya · 1 year

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Seven: Do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? What do you imagine some of their best memories are? What do you think some of Seven’s favourite things about your MC were/are?

Wild card: Tell us something about your MC! Feel free to really just roll us over with an emotional steamroller and crush the souls out of our bodies, if you’d like. (You’re also welcome to choose one of the other questions to answer!)

Development: How did you come up with your character? Is their design still evolving? How do you think they might develop through the story?

hiii thank you for the questions 🥰

seven:

one of andi’s favorite memories with seven was doing “songwriting relay” with him. andi would start writing a few lines before giving it to seven so he could write more then he’d give it back to her to do the same—basically they would take turns writing lyrics until they formed a whole song then they’d try to sing it together only for them to have completely different tunes in mind. they did this a lot when they were stressed out over writing a song for the band and they needed to keep their creativity flowing or sometimes to just goof around

relationship stage (future): they would 100% write songs about each other and would probably start doing songwriting relay again for fun. they would 100% send each other voice memos of themselves singing to each other. seven would definitely teach andi how to play guitar since she struggles to learn it by herself. also, i can imagine seven surprising andi on stage and the rest of the band would be in on it. it would also be some sort of fanservice from seven for the og fans (from back when seven hadn’t left yet) and like any other fanbase, their band also had fans who “shipped” them. seven and andi used to laugh it off but this time, seven would probably bask in the screams of the fans and even encourage it by asking andi for a kiss in front of everyone while andi blushed like hell

i think one of the things seven loved about andi was the fact that his mom likes andi. something like that 😭 i mean she’s a good kid too so it’s understandable. they also get each other in terms of family situation. sure it’s not the same but andi’s parents weren’t exactly present in her life. seven’s mom felt more like her mom than her own mom was. they definitely felt safe in each other’s presence. so yeah. i don’t want to sound lazy but their whole friendship really was built on “why do you like me?” “because you’re you” energy. there really wasn’t an exact thing about andi that made seven befriend her the same way andi can’t exactly pinpoint what about seven made her want him to be in her life always. they were simply each other’s comfort. (slightly unrelated but this is also why andi only realized her feelings for seven after he left. they were pretty inseparable so the platonic and romantic feelings often overlapped that she doesn’t know exactly when she fell in love with him and what made her fall in love with him)

wild card: i wish these were soul crushing but these are just boring facts sjdjsksks

andi used to be her stage name too but after seven left the band, she felt like she needed to “rebrand” because it felt too associated with him so now, andi’s professionally known as rei

she likes to doodle and a lot of her tattoos are her own doodles

one of andi’s hobbies is jewelry making with beads. back when mellow tone inn (her band) was literally just starting out and very short on budget, she would craft whatever she could to spruce up her outfit on stage. she made a matching bracelet for seven and to this day she’s hoping he kept it

development:

would you bully me if i said andi is my most self-insert oc yet? djdjsjsjs but yeah a part of who she is was inspired by who i am because there’s also a lot of components in canon that i could relate to on a personal level. it’s a “she is me, i am her” kind of thing but she’s definitely still a huge work in progress

andi would most likely learn to realize the potential orion sees in her to pick her as leader of the band and maybe she wouldn’t be so hard on herself. it’s not that she doesn’t know she’s talented. she knows she can do shit but she still gets hit with waves of insecurities and self-doubt. i think a part of it stems from the neglect she felt growing up. her parents weren’t very expressive of their pride for her—if they’re even proud of her—so she had to constantly do the work and build herself up. once this bitch starts believing in herself, it’s over for everyone

#oc: andrea chung #seven x andi #nikka answers

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on.

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon.

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!”

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous.

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub!

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself.

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him.

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed.

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen.

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N.

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny.

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl.

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body.

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

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“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her.

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

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“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips.

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

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“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing request #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic rec #harry styles prompt #harry styles x influencer y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles drabble

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the-aggro-crag-car · 2 years

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From what Jesse had been able to tell so far, MT was cool. A real badass, stoic, literally metal person who totally wouldn't look back at an explosion going off behind her. Sure, there were a few moments where they goofed around and laughed together, but even then MT tended to have that air of awesomeness around her that Jesse didn't question.

So, this was a little different.

"This is so cool! Jesse, look!" MT practically squealed, giggling as the weird fuzzy caterpillar creatures slowly crawled up and down her arm. There were a lot of them in this car, which mostly consisted of wooden bridges and homes high up in the jungle treetops. Both Alan Dracula and MT had been pretty ecstatic since they got there.

"I'm looking," he assured her, holding onto the rope as they made their way across one of the linking bridges between the trees. MT giggled as they let one of the caterpillars scoot onto her other hand.

It was kinda weird, seeing MT so... relaxed. But they had gotten away from the flecks and nothing had gone wrong for a while, so it made sense. It certainly wasn't a bad weird, at any rate.

"You wanna hold one?" she asked, turning back towards him and Jesse quickly shook his head.

"Those look like asps? So uh, I'm good," he said. MT just shrugged, turning back to continue exploring the intricate tree houses around them.

"More fuzzy boys for me then," she said, and Jesse couldn't help laughing at that. MT's smile was pretty damn infectious honestly, and it was just... nice. Really nice.

"What's with the dumb face?" MT asked, and Jesse realized he did have kind of a doofy smile on now. He could feel his face darken slightly as he laughed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"I didn't know you liked this kind of stuff. You always seem like such a badass rebel, it's kinda funny watching you giggle," he said, worried as soon as the words left him that it was the wrong thing to say. MT didn't seem mad or offended though, shrugging as she watched as one of the caterpillars carefully crawled from one finger to another.

"I am a badass rebel," she said confidently. A thoughtful look fell over her face as she continued. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, I want to do what I want and what I want right now is to play with caterpillars. As far as I'm concerned it only makes me cooler," she finished.

Honestly, when put like that Jesse couldn't argue in the slightest.

"It definitely does," he said, and he meant it too. If he could be even half as confident as MT, well, he probably wouldn't have ended up on this train in the first place.

"Do you think I can climb to the top of one of these trees?" MT asked suddenly, apparently not bothered to wait for an answer as she started pulling herself up some close branches.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Jesse called after her, looking up to where Alan was having a field day on the jungle brush around them.

"Only one way to find out," MT replied, and Jesse immediately laughed again, already feeling that dumb smile back on his face.

He'd already thought MT was cool. That was obvious, everything about her was awesome.

He might have fallen a little bit in love watching her gleefully play with definitely poisonous caterpillars though. Just a tiny bit.

#infinity train #jesse cosay #lake infinity train #jesslake #we dont let lake be an excited dork enough #remember them in the pencil bank car #they just want to be a goofy kid at heart #it's why they get along with jesse so well #or one of the reasons at least

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hanna-kin · 2 years

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Non Wilmon scenes part 2

As with the last one these are in no particular order

This scene is so heartbreaking but also so beautiful. Wille’s complete isolation and loneliness in his grief is striking both through amazing acting and cinematography.

Best opening scene in any episode in my opinion. I can't say much more. It's an amazing scene that makes my heart ache.

He's so overwhelmed with grief but still not able to let it out. He's lonely while his parents have eachother. His grief his broadcasted for everyone to see, yet he's completely alone.

I've talked about this scene before and I love it so much. It shows so much of Erik’s caring and protective side. He's the one taking Wille for hos first day. Not his parents. Granted Wille is sixteen but he's also moving away from home.

He'd also very anxious and stressed out and Erik notices and reaches out. The smile on his face is so comforting.

When that isn't enough to ease Wille’s anxiety he comes up with another plan for them to escape. It's so precious to see and it always makes me smile. Especially when they fall.

I love this friendship and I love that they stayed far way from tropes and cliches. Their friendship developed so beautifully and the sleep over always warms my heart. Sara longs for a place to belong and she gets it with Felice and Maddie. Yes she's also turning herself inside out but there's no doubt in my mind that they like her for who she is.

I love them laughing together, I love Sara telling Felice about August and that Felice is not angry at her. The whole montage of them goofing around and Maddie doing her thing and Felice doing her makeup and Sara just being relaxed and content. I'm rambling, sorry.

And this. Her giving the hair clips to Sara and putting them on. Felice is such a nice person and I love her character so much. She's kind and warm.

I had to include this scene. Not only for the parallels but because it's so pretty. Sara is essentially telling Felice just what she needs to hear. She's beautiful just the way she is.

I definitely think this is were Felice was like damn it this girl is special. Because Sara is honest and genuine and I don't think Felice is very used to that. She's constantly trying to put up a front because she feels like she has to. But not with Sara

I hope we can see Felice doing the same for Sara next season once she notices that Sara is putting up a front to try to blend in and fit in better. Because Sara also needs to be reassured that she's perfect the way she is and that Felice values her friendship for who she is.

I had to include another sibling scene. They are just too cute. I love Sara confronting Simon and him opening up about his crush. I love the teasing. They have such a good natural chemistry together in all their scenes. I can't pinpoint what it is but it feels real.

I mean look at them! I could have picked any scene with them honestly. I also love her causally hanging out in his room.

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theheraldsrest · 3 years

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“Companions (+Scout Harding and Varric) when they realized they were in love? Thank you, have a good day!”

Heehee, hooho, I’m very tired. We both work with schools and sometimes it gets hectic. Had one kid who knew what Dragon Age was and went on an entire rant about how wrong the Qun is. I’m so proud of him.

-LordLex

Cullen

-Kept brushing it off, could only see it as admiration. How you held yourself through different obstacles, being made the Herald, having to fight off waves of enemies and looking to help the people, it was truly a sight to see

-But then you started coming by to see him more often, even if you just spoke. Why did he keep stuttering? And he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at you. Were you looking at him, just now, as well?

-Tried to keep up his professionalism but couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face when he saw you approaching him or when your voice came out of nowhere.

-And after helping him with his personnel quest, Maker help this man. He can’t help but to look for you whenever he leaves his study, listening for your voice or laughter. Love is complicated and Cullen sure as hell knows nothing about it.

Josephine

-She had lost all hope after the attack on Haven, thinking that all that you did was for nothing and it only ended up with you getting killed. But you saved so many lives and-there you were, alive. Injured but alive.

-Compared to most of the people she meets, you were very well mannered, not trying to gain favor, but honestly cared for her when you asked her if she wanted to talk for a second. Josey didn’t think much of it but started to enjoy the time spent with you, the conversations you’d have.

-At some point, she started to take mental notes about such small things: your favorite food, where you came from, what makes your nose wrinkle and what makes your lips turn up into that wonderful smile.

-She felt horrible about getting you involved in her family business but, when it came down to it, she wouldn’t have any regrets, thinking you two had grown closer through this experience

Solas

-You caught his eye and it wasn’t just because of the mark. You were...different. That’s the closest word he could connect you to. You were strong and powerful but also kind and gentle. Working with those around and yet you’d also be by yourself with a thoughtful look.

- He fell in love when you started asking for his advice Kidding, but he does get very excited when you start questioning about magical studies and the fade and the history behind certain artifacts

-He tries to distance himself from everyo1ne but you always seem to pull him back, pull him into conversations, going out of your way to spend time with him, even when you didn’t even seem to understand what he was saying

-With his personnel quest, he’s completely taken by you. You do so much for others, for him, when you really should care for yourself. He doesn’t want to feel this way, he doesn’t want anything to do with mortals. But you...you’re a different story.

Cassandra

-It’s been a hell of a ride for Cassandra on the rollercoaster of emotions. First she despises you, then gives you an inkling of doubt, then suddenly she values you as a friend. And now...flirting?! How dare you

-When you started to change your tactics and be more direct, she continued to try and brush them off as nothing more than friendliness. Sometimes would humor the idea, but you had more important matters to deal with

-Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast does not fall in love, there’s too much to do and too much to take care of. And with the Inquisitor no less! Preposterous! She could lie to herself but that didn’t change how she’d drop whatever she was doing to talk to you

-Even with her personal quest out of the way, she has more emotions to sort through, including what she thought was admiration for you

The Iron Bull

-Bull doesn’t ‘fall in love’, it’s always just someone curious or someone wanting some company or something new. Never ‘in love’ and he didn’t think that would ever be something he’d have. He’s a soldier, meant to be used

-Started out as admiration. Was impressed with how you handled yourself and the inquisition. It’s not easy being a leader when you’re thrown head-first into war with a darkspawn

-Starts to question his feelings a bit after helping him during his quest. There’s still admiration, but with every touch, with every word, there was something else. Maybe he just appreciated you more?

-And then you brought him the other half of a dragon tooth. He had spoken about it so off-handedly, not expecting anything further from it and yet here you were, wishing to commit yourself to him. It was that moment that he truly fell in love with his boss.

Dorian

-Doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a romantic. He used to picture the perfect life with someone he truly loves, but since the issues with his family, he had basically given up on that life. Until you

-Most of his partners so far were just flings, so you can bet that he thinks he’s sick when he starts feelings butterflies in his stomach around you or looking to you to lend an ear

-He’s not used to someone caring for what he has to say or actually treating him more than that ‘evil magister from tevinter’, he likes it but is so confused

-He wants to accept these feelings but he’s so unsure of himself, so unsure if this is more than just another one of his flings. Gods, he hopes it is

Sera

-She doesn’t much care for relationships or ‘caring’ or ‘feelings’. If someone’s fun, she’s gonna hang around them more often. Nothing more to it

-Except it’s more than that with you. You’re big and important, nobles talk about you like you’re one of them and lower class praise you like Andraste gave birth to you, but you don’t hold yourself like any of that. You’re not a prick, you’re a goof and you actually enjoy Sera’s company

-She’s so excited when she sees you coming, when you look to her, you’re so easy to read and it’s easy to make you smile and laugh and- Sera’s falling for you

-She’s so inexperienced with these things, she doesn’t know what to do and she doesn’t want to screw up what you two already have. So, for now, she’ll lay low, admiring from a distance

Blackwall

-Blackwall respects the person you are. A fierce warrior but at the same time a kind leader. And he knows you respect him as well, as a person and as one of your companions

-He didn’t know he had more feelings than that till you started to flirt with him. He would have never considered it, not because he didn’t like you, but because he didn’t think he’d ever have that kind of chance with someone

-He pushes them down, trying to convince himself that he didn’t deserve it. You don’t want him, you’d be making a mistake. He could hurt you, he could hurt who you are. But sometimes he’d slip up, let something show

-After his quest, he fully believes that now you’ll truly see he doesn’t deserve you, but he’d forever love you

(Bonus!)

Varric

-Love is a touchy subject. Sure, he knew how to write it and a lot of his readers lapped it up, but that was only from witnessing it and experiencing the worst of it

-Who’d have thunk that he’d become rather attached to the Inquisitor, seeing them as the person they were before the mark, treating them as if they were anyone else, but always offering a shoulder if needed

-He’d worry for you, watch over you, making sure you were ok and not pushing yourself. It wasn’t until he saw you come back from the fade that he realized he cared for you, more than he ever cared for Bianca. Even Hawke would ask if he’s crazy

-Also tries to convince himself that he doesn’t deserve these feelings. You can be so close to someone without them knowing how you feel and it hurts. He had to go through it once, he doesn’t know if he can do it again

(Scout) Lace Harding

-Honestly, she hadn’t planned for you. How could she? She joined the inquisition to help and was made as one of the main scouts for the Inquisitor. She hadn’t planned on the Inquisitor having pleasant conversations with her on the few times they meet, even some playful banter

-She also didn’t plan on seeing you more often when the inquisition was moved to Skyhold. Before now, she had one of the most well-spoken attitude, but with you around she’d stumble over her own words, hitting herself for saying anything embarrassing

-She both hoped she was and wasn’t imagining the flirting, it gave her some hope that maybe you felt the same but also that maybe it was some sort of game.

-She did enjoy your company and, when given the chance, the drinks you two would share. If only you could do this more often, but then she’d be completely smitten with you

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Pretty Little Rings - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Cheerleader! Reader

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Henderson! Reader

Warning - this is the sfw version of of the fic, shirtless making out, hickeys, some slight innuendos, fluff asf

Word count - 1.8k

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