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emilyhufflepufftlk · 3 years

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Missing You Now | Uhtred x OC

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"I talk to you but it's not the same as touchin' you, and every time you whisper my name, I want to run to you.

Thought I was stronger, how could I know, how could I know. I can't take this much longer. It's so hard on my soul."

- Missing You Now by Michael Bolton

Caia had loved Uhtred ever since she had moved to Coccham, however she would never allow herself to admit her feelings. Her aim was to protect herself from heartbreak but all she achieved was to break her own heart.

This fits into my multi chapter fic Touched by Fire but you can also read it on its own. The gifs above are not mine, although I did put them together.

Word Count: 2223

Warnings: ANGST, pining

The hall was warm with smoke from the fires and smelt of ale as the warriors returning home from battle celebrated their victory and reunited with their loved ones. Ever since she had watched Uhtred, her sisters and their friends ride out of Coccham’s gates, Caia had been unable to relax, fear of those she loved not returning and the stress of running the estate in their lord’s absence wearing her down. As the night drew on, the tension within her body drained away, helped by the ale she drank freely, whilst her mind was slowly put at ease at the sight of the happy faces of those she loved around her.

Uhtred found her, as had become his habit in social situations, choosing to spend time with her over that of his men. It was like there was a magnetic pull between them, leading them to one another, always finding themselves by the other’s side. No company came close to that of Uhtred’s, as much as she loved being with her sisters, no one else made her feel as carefree, as happy or made her laugh as freely.

They stayed side by side throughout the night, even when they turned their attention away from the other to talk to their friends and family, or laugh at their drunken antics, they always seemed to return to the familiar and safe haven of the other’s company. She felt like she could talk forever with Uhtred, laughing and flirting – not that she would admit that it was flirting, her and Uhtred were only friends after all.

Uhtred gave her a coy smile as he pulled her from the hall and out into the brisk night air, the shock in temperature and the cool wind against her face sobering her up somewhat. They came to a stop between two of the outbuildings, Uhtred’s hand still entwined with hers as he gave her a soft look – it was almost bashful, which was very unusual for him.

‘I hear you kept everything running smoothly whilst I was away, I’m grateful,’ he said after a moment, not breaking her gaze. ‘You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re a great leader, a great mother, is there anything you cannot do?’

She rolled her eyes slightly, turning away from him to look up at the moon that hung above them, just peeping through the clouds, although her hand remained in his. Uhtred was never shy in giving women compliments and she had quickly learnt that he was a massive flirt, she had long taught herself not to think on his words. However, her eyes still shone with pride and a smile tugged at her lips knowing that Uhtred believed she had run his estate well.

‘I was just doing my best, the same as anyone,’ she replied humbly, making him chuckle.

‘You never let me compliment you, do you?’ he asked with a shake of his head. ‘You are not the same as everyone, far from it. You’re amazing! Just take the compliment.’

She sighed before nodding. ‘Thank you, lord.’

‘Uhtred!’ he corrected with a huff. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Uhtred. You’re my friend, you don’t need to call me lord.’

‘Very well, lord,’ she replied with a smirk. He shook his head and cursed lightly under his breath, but mirth shone through his eyes.

‘You look very beautiful tonight,’ he said after a moment, gazing at her intently. ‘Although you are beautiful every night.’

‘I’m sure you say that to every woman you meet.’

‘Not since I met you, because every other woman pales into comparison,’ he said sincerely, stepping slightly closer to her so she had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the eyes. ‘I know you do not believe me, but it is true. You are the only woman I want.’

Before she had even had a chance to process his words, his mouth was on hers, his hands pulling her body towards his, and her eyes had fallen closed as she relished in the kiss. She clung to his shoulders and relaxed, however she soon came back to reality, her mind catching up with her heart and she pulled away, her eyes downcast.

‘No,’ she murmured, ‘sorry, I can’t… this isn’t…’

She looked up at Uhtred’s crestfallen face, surprise and hurt in his eyes. She bit her lip as guilt flooded over her, having to turn away from him as it was too painful to look him in the eye and see the heartbreak that she had caused.

‘I’m sorry… I thought…’

‘I know,’ she said quickly, not wanting this conversation to go on any longer, wanting to just be alone. ‘I want to be friends, I just can’t be anything more than that. I’m sorry.’ She spoke more confidently than she felt, her voice steady despite her body shaking.

Uhtred nodded slowly, stepping away from her. ‘You’ll always have my protection. And you’ll always be my friend.’

As soon as he had retreated back into the loud hall, her resolve broke and tears appeared in her eyes, unable to hold the guilt and grief inside her any longer.

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She had told herself that she had made her decision, that it been the right decision, the only decision, and yet doubt clawed at her mind. As soon as she had turned down Uhtred, Caia knew that it was something she would regret for the rest of her life. Her sisters told her as much, encouraging her to tell him the truth: the truth that she loved him. She had been in love with him for months, almost for as long as she had been living in Coccham, but she had hidden her feelings, first from herself and then, once they became too strong for her to ignore, from him.

Why? Because she was trying to protect herself from the pain which would undoubtedly befall her when Uhtred fell in battle, whenever that might be. She had been widowed before, had her heartbroken and her life destroyed as she lost her whole world, her children the only thing keeping her from falling into an abyss of despair and grief. She wasn’t sure if she would be strong enough to survive going through that again.

She had almost convinced herself that the pain of not having Uhtred couldn’t be worse than the pain of losing him, convinced herself that she was strong enough to live without him, that friendship was enough. But when Uhtred fell in love with someone else, the pain she felt was unbearable and all consuming, and she realised the severity of her mistake. Being friends wasn’t enough, it could never be, as talking to him wasn’t the same as touching him, of being with him. She thought she was stronger, that she would be alright, but how could she have known the immense pain that seeing him with Aethelflaed would cause her?

He had told her that there was something between them, that him and Lady Aethelflaed had spent evenings doing more than simply talking and discussing strategy and politics. She wasn’t sure why he told her first, before anyone else; perhaps it was simply because she was his friend, although him and Finan undoubtedly shared a stronger bond, or, more likely in her mind, because he wanted to give her a chance to fight for him, to tell the truth they both knew deep down that she loved him and always had. If it had been the second reason, then it made no matter as Caia had simply nodded and smiled and wished him well, hiding her emotions behind a mask of stone until she reached the safety of her room where she could cry unseen.

Her older sister Aaliyah had told her that she should fight, to do something selfish for the first time in her life and take what she wanted, but that wasn’t her. Caia had always put other’s feelings before her own, had always thought of herself last. By the time she had truly come to terms with enormity of her mistake, Uhtred had fallen for Aetheleflaed and she could tell by his eyes that he was happy with her. She loved Uhtred; she would never ruin his happiness, no matter how hard it hurt her.

There had been an awkwardness between them after she had turned him down, however slowly things began to return to how they had been before, Caia glad and relieved to have his friendship once again. However, there were some things that were different, and Caia guessed they always would be: they didn’t flirt like they had done before and there was a sadness behind both their eyes that they hid well from each other.

One thing that hadn’t changed was their living arrangements, Caia and her children still living in Uhtred’s hall. Uhtred had offered her a room when she had first come to Coccham and neither of them had wanted her to move out, so she had stayed. She had considered moving out after her rejection of Uhtred, but by that point she had become like a mother to Osbert and Stiorra, her children considering them almost as siblings, and she hadn’t the heart to leave.

The only issue of living with Uhtred was running into Aethelflaed. She hadn’t walked in on them doing anything, thank the gods, but it still sent a pang of jealousy through her and brought back all the painful emotions around not being with Uhtred every time she saw her. One such time she bumped into Aethelflaed as she was leaving the hall, night around them and her hood pulled up in a small attempt to keep her meeting with Uhtred a secret. She had known that she was there, noticing extra horses in the stable and the ever-dependable Lord Aldhelm in the alehouse, but it still sent a wave of shock though her when they came face to face.

After exchanging pleasantries, they went their separate ways. She respected Aethelflaed, as most people did with the exception of her toad’s arse of a husband, and had never blamed her for the hurt she felt – it had been her own decision to turn down Uhtred, after all. However they weren’t exactly friendly; Caia thought Aethelflaed knew about her feelings for Uhtred, and his for her, and although she was always kind and lovely towards her, there was a weariness in her eye.

She found Uhtred sitting alone by the fire in the middle of the hall, the servants retired to their homes for the night and the children in bed.

‘Good night, Uhtred,’ she said with a forced smile on her face as she crossed the room intending on finding her bed. She stopped when she saw his face, downcast and contemplative. ‘What’s the matter?’

‘Nothing, I’m fine,’ he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

She frowned at him, not believing him for a second, and came and sat beside him. ‘You are a terrible liar. Now tell me, what is it?’

He made a sigh and continued to stare into the fire. ‘I shouldn’t be with Aethelflaed. I am not good for her; it can only end in disaster for both of us.’

‘And yet you are still with her. You’ve had a hundred chances to walk away and you have not, nor you ever will,’ she told him, her tone harsher than she had intended, causing him to turn his attention away from the flames to focus on her, slightly stunned by her tone. She gave him an apologetic look; as much as her heart was breaking, it wasn’t fair to take it out on Uhtred. ‘I know you. You live by your heart and once your heart is set on something there is no way for you to let go, whether it is Bebbenburg, or your men, or a woman, once your heart belongs to something or someone, you will not abandon them.’

‘Who says my heart belongs to Aethelflaed?’

‘Isn’t it?’ she asked, watching as he avoided her eye, knowing she was right. ‘I’m happy for you.’

‘Really?’ he asked, looking up to meet her gaze. She nodded, putting on a smile. ‘Your eyes disagree.’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she answered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to hide her true emotions. She cleared her throat and stood up. ‘Good night, Uhtred.’

‘Good night, Caia.’

She walked from the room and felt her heart breaking all over again. Perhaps if she had, had more courage she would have used that opportunity to exploit his moment of doubt, to make a move and try and get him back, but she wasn’t like that, instead she had put Uhtred and his feelings first.

It was so hard on her soul, to see him everyday but not to have him, to have to pretend she did not love him. She tried to find comfort in his friendship, of having him in her life, however in a way it made it harder – every time he said her name or laughed at something she said, she wanted to run to him, to hold him and never let him go. But she couldn’t. In truth, she wasn’t sure how much more her heart could take.

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sparkles-and-trash · 3 years

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Meet Class 3-A pt. 2

Meet Class 3-A pt. 1 - The League of Revolt - Upheaval masterpost

notes: part of the upheaval au, because this is an au certain canon facts will not be the same in this universe, including, but not limited to: ages, relationships, backstories, motivations and sexual orientations. Please refrain from attacking me over what is canon and not, this does not follow canon.

I i d a

Name: Tenya Iida

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, his friends and classmates

Quirk: Engine

Orientation: one the grey-a spectrum, not figured himself out yet

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: brave, loyal, strong, good and creative with his quirk

Weaknesses: too set on following the book, deep-seated insecurities towards his own abilities, can come across brash without meaning to

A o y a m a

Name: Yuga Aoyama

Age: 18

Allegiance: sparkles (The UA)

Quirk: Navel Laser

Orientation: gay

Relationship Status: single, but dating

Strengths: creative with his quirk, well liked by the public

Weaknesses: easily distracted, short term goals overshadows the bigger picture too easily, can be pretty selfish

O j i r o

Name: Mashirao Ojiro

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, his friends and classmates

Quirk: Tail

Orientation: pansexual

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: resourceful beyond his quirk, reliable, humble, genuinely good

Weaknesses: bashful, easily embarrassed, doesn’t like attention, tends to take the backseat by default

K o d a

Name: Koji Koda

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, his friends and classmates

Quirk: Anivoice

Orientation: pansexual

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: selfless, hard worker, loyal, creative and resourceful with his quirk

Weaknesses: entomophobia, shy, almost too gentle at times, but can and will step up when he has to

S a t o

Name: Rikido Sato

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, his friends and classmates

Quirk: Sugar Rush

Orientation: Bisexual, demiromantic and asexual

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: has built several skills to compliment his quirk, has very good control over said quirk, very loyal and a great team worker

Weaknesses: low self-esteem, scared of making mistakes and may step out of the way when he could have been an asset

S h o j i

Name: Mezo Shoji

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, his friends and classmates

Quirk: Dupli-Arms

Orientation: gay

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: Great control and creativity with his quirk, kind, selfless, loyal, focused

Weaknesses: fear of scaring or hurting others, especially civilians, but also allies

J i r o

Name: Kyoka Jiro

Age: 18

Allegiance: The UA, her friends and classmates

Quirk: Earphone Jack

Orientation: bisexual

Relationship Status: in a relationship with Momo Yaoyorozu

Strengths: a great strategic, creative with her quirk, clever, loyal

Weaknesses: short fuse, self-conscious beneath the surface

H a g a k u r e

Name: Toru Hagakure

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, her friends and classmates

Quirk: Invisibility

Orientation: bisexual

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: creative with her quirk, doesn’t mind taking the backseat to be a team player, loyal, hopeful

Weaknesses: easily manipulated, somewhat gullible

M i n e t a

Name: Minoru Mineta

Age: 18

Allegiance: himself (The UA)

Quirk: Pop Off

Orientation: bisexual

Relationship Status: single

Strengths: great control and creativity over his quirk

Weaknesses: selfish, wants popularity to a fault, weak in direct combat

M o m o

Name: Momo Yaoyorozu

Age: 19

Allegiance: The UA, her friends and classmates

Quirk: Creation

Orientation: gay

Relationship Status: in a relationship with Kyoka Jiro

Strengths: Level-headed, smart, creative, great control over her quirk, loyal and kind

Weaknesses: insecure after failure, can get blinded by one goal and struggle with seeing the bigger picture

Meet Class 3-A pt. 1 - The League of Revolt - Upheaval masterpost

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azucanela · 4 years

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being sokka’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING SOKKA’S S/O HEADCANNONS [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

being zuko’s s/o headcannons | being korra’s s/o headcannons

SUMMARY: being sokka’s s/o from the confession to the marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mild lok spoiler, fluff, kissing, do these count as warnings, yeah this is pretty pg man, blood, stab wound, sokka being sokka

A/N: im sick and dying h e l p, but also interact with me im lonely, become and elusive anon idc <3 also wow i have 500 followers??? idk why you all followed me?? but thanks?? hi??

getting into the relationship

oh god

i see him with a friends to lovers thing where he either flirts with you from the moment he meets you or progressively begins to fall for you and is far to flustered to flirt because woah there why are you so beautiful

if its the former, then he’s probably gonna be ‘joking’ for the most part and you know this, so you two are just playfully flirting all the time until one day he realizes that he wants this to be REAL and panics

when you flirt the first time he’s flustered, because he’s really just not used to the same level of forwardness that he has himself, but after a while Sokka is gonna get used to it and he’ll just roll with it

but when he realizes he wants more? he’s gonna be flustered all over again, and he’s probably gonna flirt with you signifigantly less, which is gonna cause you to confront him, much to his dismay, because oh no he’s alone with you-

“oh! haha.. hey y/n. yeah i need to go sharpen my boomerang-”

“sokka that’s not something you can do.”

when you confront him, he’s probably gonna be honest with you and tell you how he feels because he really cares for you and just wants you to calm down because no he does n o t hate you

“do you hate me or something now?”

“uh.. it’s the opposite actually you see-”

if its the latter, he’s gonna go from really calm and chill around you, because of the friendly vibes and such like cracking jokes and such, to a complete and utter mess

you two are really close as friends and that isn’t something he wants to mess up but he’s definitely gonna confess at some point because he’s not one to bottle his emotions up and hates how weird things are between the two of you now that he’s realized he likes you

in general i see sokka as a mess around whoever he likes, until he comes to terms with the fact that he likes them, and this likely won’t take long, he’s pretty in tune with his emotions

he’s not gonna wanna ask you out at first, in all honesty, i see sokka’s whole confidence thing as a facade, because in actuality he has really low self esteem and genuinely sees himself as the “extra” member of team avatar because he lacks bending and everyone around him is so talented that he sometimes forgets he is literally super smart and makes all the plans that save their lives on the daily

just things you are too good for him, especially if you are a bender

if you start hinting that you like him too, he is initially gonna think it is a joke until you start getting bold and then it’s gonna hit him like everyone hits the cabbage man’s cart

i can see either of you confessing first, if Sokka does, he’s probably gonna be really bashful and flustered about it, but he’s also gonna try and act cool because thats like his trademark

if you confess first, he’s gonna be in shock temporarily, but then he’s gonna jump right into things because you like him BACK omgomgomgomg

he’s gonna wanna kiss you right after the confession, and it’ll probably backfire because he got really excited and ended up headbutting you and now you have a bruise forming on your head and a very apologetic sokka oops

in general, quickly recognizes his feelings and confesses shortly after, because he just hates the weird tension even if he thinks he’s the only one feeling it, even though hes NOT

during the relationship

a really attentive boyfriend, you will never feel neglected, he’s a very clingy person who gets intimate with you all the time, so if you like affection you got it

kissing him is nice, he’s good at it 10/10 recommend, always wants to hold you as close as possible, prefers a hand on your hip/lowerback and another on your face or neck to pull you closer

if you don’t like affection, he’ll express his love in other ways

for example, cooking, i see sokka as someone who can either cook REALLY well, or not at all. there is no in between.

genuinely just really wants to make you happy

the type to bully you if you’re in a relationship, pls bully him back, humble this man. he’s gonna roast you but he doesn’t really mean it okay, he’s just doesn’t want things to change between you

loves that his best friend is his lover, would not want it any other way

probably forgets to tell the gaang you are dating and like aang and toph are gonna catch you two kissing or smth and sokka’s just gonna be like oh hey guys and they are both like ???

"when did this happen?”

“wym lol”

if you two are together during the war, he’s gonna wanna be by your side like 24/7 because he does not want you to die, like this lowkey stresses him so much that he will subconsciously, when developing battle plans either put you in the safest possible spot or by his side, and its because he has literally lost so many people he’s care for and now he’s distressed

remind him that he matters and is important to the team, because he forget that sometimes and falls into a mood, where he’s all sad and stuff and it just makes you sad so like

tell him he matters, because he does, tell him he’s great even if he can’t bend, and tell him he is a fantastic and brilliant leader, this will serve as an ego boost though so be prepared to humble him

steal his hair ties and do all of us a favor okay, just steal them, burn them because no littering, just make sure he cannot find them! he will walk around with his hair down in confusion, searching for them before he starts the day

speaking of starting the day, you always wake up first, this man is not a morning person and needs his beauty sleep, definitely have a 17 step skin care routine, change my mind, he is big on self care and will make sure you participate with him because he cares about you

speaking of care he knows you so well since you are his s/o so if he notices something is up he will not hesitate to confront you, and will ask if you want solutions or just someone to listen to

prefers solving the problem though

back to mornings, um have fun waking up to sokka with his hair down that sounds HEAVENLY um

mild lok spoilers but sokka ends up chief, and gets involved in politics over time, so he kinda runs out of time for you a bit until he figures out how to organize his time better, then he gets kinda sad, but he still wants to take you out on dates as often as possible ok no more spoilers

so speaking of dates, sokka wants weekly dates, this is a must, does not care if it is a fancy restaurant, cooking at home, or a picnic. he loves picnics most though, and please notice how food is the common factor here

sokka would never cheat on you but if he did he would cheat with food

arguments aren’t rare, but they are mostly over dumb stuff and you both know its dumb stuff so for the most part its a joke, but sometimes someone takes things too far so then apologies are necessary

like actual argument arguments are mostly rare because sokka doesn’t wanna pick fights with you and he’s fairly passive unless he feels really strongly about something

he can be REALLY MEAN THOUGH AND PETTY like wow sokka will go days without talking to you because of a fight

he can and will apologize first when he realizes the toll its taking on your relationship, probably will apologize first

if you catch him being a misogynist put him in his place :)

he thinks you are hot when you are angry and might pick a fight with you just for that reason, pls make out with him

marriage n’ stuff

im still waiting for someone to explain what weddings are like guys please

anyways he’s gonna realize he wants to marry you when he nearly dies and is like wow life is really short also lets discuss him losing all the important people he’s loved in his life one more time, he does not want to lose you!!!

ever!!!

so he’s gonna nearly die and then be like i need to propose, like now, i cannot die without being married to the literal love of my life so i should do that literally the moment i get home instead of getting medical attention first

yeah he is the smart one, but he lacks common sense, so i hope you got a LOT of common sense. y’all do be sharing a braincell

stops by a ring shop place, and the moment he just feels like he saw the one, price does NOT matter he has purchased it and is now heading home to you

you on the other hand are PANICKING because what do you mean sokka just ran out of the hospital with no explanation and is nowhere to be found katara

what do you mean you thought he would be h e r e

yes katara went over to your house to see if sokka was there and he is not!!!

yet ;)

there is like a manhunt for sokka and he has yet to notice because mans has tunnel vision and as he opens the door to your shared apartment he does not expect to see a crying katara and oh no-

“SOKKA! YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!”

hes like of course im not dead what the hell

you’re seated standing next to Katara trying to console her when you see sokka and wow you are relieved to see he is not dead or kidnapped

“SOKKA DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS-”

lol he’s kissing you to shut you up how cute, now leave katara you are infringing on an extremely pivotal moment of this relationship

honestly seeing you comforting his sister just makes him love you more and he kinda just wants to marry you 10x more now

you pull away from the kiss looking at him like what are you doing, and katara is like, “Sokka where the hell were you??? you have a stab wound???” and now you’re like WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

“stabbed? sokka you need medical attention-”

“to answer your question dear sister, i was getting a ring for your hopefully soon to be sister in law.”

“EXCUSE ME?” you are so confused, katara is confused and is now realizing that she was probably not supposed to be here

sokka is already dropping down onto one knee and pulling out the just bought ring as saying, “marry me!” now he’s high on adrenaline and pain has yet to hit him and he’s kinda just sitting there beaming up at you despite the blood seeping out of him at a rapid rate

“im sorry what?” thats katara girl be quiet they are trying to have a MOMENT

anyways you’re like, “sokka. hospital.”

and he’s like, “answer me first” and he’s giving you a weak lil smile as he realizes how stupid he was and he’s about to stand back up but you put a hand on his shoulder and just nod.

now he’s back to beaming so brightly, and he’s putting the ring on your finger and oh no- he’s passed out. is it from excitement or bloodloss? idk

he also might pass out before hearing you answer and then at the hospital you’re kinda sitting there like, “ARE YOU DUMB STUPID OR DUMB. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”

and he’s like, “not without hearing your answer” <3<3 heart eyes emojis everywhere

alternatively, he is one of few people i could see having a public proposal, with lots of flowers, a band, fireworks, the whole nine yards

he’s gonna want it flashy

something probably goes wrong and he nearly cries but you say yes anyways and he throws a party after

anyways the actual wedding is preferably public, but if you want a more private one then he does what you want because he loves you most

he is gonna be very active in wedding planning, wants to try the foods and desserts and appetizers and everything especially. wants to do the weird stuff like picking napkins with you and flower arrangements and all that stuff i think this happens idk someone please inform me

this stuff just makes him fall in love with you more tbh, and he’s just so so sure he wants to marry you

his vows will make HIM cry, like he is going to cry when he sees you walk down the aisle, he’s going to cry when he reads his own vows, and he’s going to cry when you read your vows, it doesn’t matter if they are lowkey bad

makes jokes in his vows because he is a nerd but can barely reach the punchline because he is in tears

fr though he is just so happy to be marrying you and wow you look REALLY GOOD in whatever you are wearing um damn okay you really went off

married life with sokka is elite ngl, mans cooks for you, he probably cleans sometimes, but otherwise chores are fairly divided

he spoils you

overall sokka is a real great s/o and he gives you everything you deserve and yeah marry sokka 2020 everyone deserves a sokka

taglists[lmk if you wanna be added or removed via askbox or replies]

atla: @bubblebars @jada-cleo @Art-flirt @the-deli-meat @wemissyou3000 @ajediherowitchrunner

sokka: @iammello

#sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #sokka #sokka atla x reader #atla sokka x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #lok #legend of korra

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ayyyez · 3 years

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Could I request General relationship hcs for Shisui please? There isn’t much for him and I love him sm 😍

a/n: absolutely he would be a massive sweetie/always making you laugh omg I love him warnings: none

This boy ahhhh he is such a fun boyfriend, honestly. He is the mellow one always making sure the two of you are laughing and having a good time. The kind of guy who will pinch your cheeks if you pout and kiss your nose.

That being said he can be serious when the situation calls for it. The ultimate badass in those situations - he is mister calm and collected. He feels deeply but he is good at keeping his emotions contained, if not hidden by his light hearted nature.

His love language is very physical. Hand caressing your cheek, arm around your waist/shoulder, will kiss your head kind of guy. Affectionate as heck. Loves nuzzling his face into your cheek or shoulder.

Talks a lot but also can hold the most interesting conversations in the day and the deep emotional ones at night. Loves him some pillow talk and having those meaningful bonding moments. Lives for being able to open up to someone and have trust.

The thing is though when he is down he will try so hard to hide it. He is really good at comforting others but when it comes to himself he puts on a smile and hopes for the best.

You need to coax the anxieties and fears out of him or he won’t talk about it. If he doesn’t he will eventually explode and the regret he has from that eats him alive.

Gets pretty vulnerable sometimes when he feels he is losing control of a situation. Likes to be reassured and held. Stroke his hair and press kisses to his forehead to help him recharge.

Doesn’t care about big spoon or little spoon as long as ya’ll spooning then he is good to go. Loves those face to face spoons where your limbs are all tangled and you two become one.

Bit of a fidgety sleeper so if you want him to chill and not kick you then you have to pull him on top of you and hold him tight. He also sleep talks/moans a lot in his sleep. It’s pretty funny to listen to even if you can’t make it out much.

If you tell him about it in the morning he will get all bashful and blush a little. Thinks it’s cute you noticed something about him though. Hopes you do cute things in your sleep so he can tease you.

Big old hand holder. He likes the simplicity of it while revelling in its affection. It also shows the world “Hey I love this person.” And he loves that idea the most.

That dramatic boy who throws himself in front of you at the hint of danger. Even if that danger is and overly yappy dog who happened to startle him. He protecc okay don’t tease him too much.

Prefers one on one dates instead of public ones but will take what he can get. Loves simple dates at home or somewhere outdoors beneath the trees. Likes lying his head on your lap. Will fall asleep there too.

He is kind of messy. Clothes on the floor or folded and left on the table (he forgot to put them away) kind of messy. It doesn’t get too bad but theres always at least one article of clothing somewhere it doesn’t belong.

He is also a messy, passionate kisser. Not the gross slobbery kind but the “I just can’t get enough of your lips” kind. It takes your breath away and makes you yearn for more. He always has to touch you in some way too, like a hand on the cheek, shoulder or waist.

Shisui is the kind of guy who is smart but incredibly humble. He has so much love to give and will go to the ends of the earth for you. He is very loyal and over all the biggest sweetheart. 10/10 recommend dating.

#request #shisui #shisui uchiha #shisui headcanons #shisui uchiha headcanons #shisui/reader #shisuixreader #shisui uchiha/reader #shisui uchihaxreader #headcanons #nart shippuden #relationship headcanons #reader inserts #fluff #Anonymous #Ask

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newsatsix1986 · 3 years

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The prop department behind this show are incredible.

Not only did they truly make the magazine which Helen and Dale were doing the photo shoot for - the Australian Woman’s Day, they properly wrote an article to go along with the photos.

It took a lot of very close deciphering, but I was able to write down as much of it as I could. I hope it makes sense to you all. It’s adorable and romantic - discussing the first kiss, their Russell Street worries, Helen and Val becoming close that day, and how they knew that they found the other person quite attractive.

Happy reading, friends xoxo

Page One:

Title: Glamour, News and Romance - The Golden Couple of News.

There’s romance in the News At Six newsroom, and everyone is watching.

They are the celebrity couple that has set Melbourne ablaze.

From their luminous first kiss that eclipsed a comet, to chasing the Chamberlains in steamy Darwin, to their love galvanising in the wake of the Russell Street Bombing - Dale Jennings and Helen Norville’s romance has blossomed before our eyes.

We sat down with the golden couple of news to get an exclusive sneak peek into the lovers’ lives.

Every day as Melburnians wake, Dale is already in the newsroom; focused, primed, combing through the latest stories.

As a part of the hard-working News At Six team, he never quite knows what his day will look like, where he might be sent at the drop of the hat.

The one constant of his working life? When Helen Norville strides into his office, his heart skips a beat.

“It’s always an event when she arrives,” Dale tells me, laughing. “Heads turn, every time.”

We’re sitting on spacious lounges on the hot new cafe in Fitzroy, Arrondissement X. Sitting beside him is Helen, carelessly gorgeous in a mauve and teal blouse with puffed sleeves and a pleated grey skirt. She slaps Dale’s arm, bashful, then nuzzles closer to him.

“It’s true!” Dale continues. “There’s a magnetism about her. An energy. She just lights up the room.”

But for Helen, it’s Dale who has that certain je ne sais quoi. And whatever it is, it’s ruined her for other men.

Dale’s unlike any other guy I know,” she says. “He’s warm and kind, but also driven and strong. And he’s a great listener. When you’re talking to him, you feel like you’re the only person in the world.”

The story is legendary now. Dale was Helen’s surprise date for Geoff Walters’ 60th birthday party the night Halley’s Comet passed overhead.

We were denied a good look at the comet, but partygoers received an even more spectacular view.

It was on that balmy February night; rubbing shoulders with Melbourne’s elite amidst a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event, that Dale kissed Helen for the very first time.

“It was a surprise, to be honest,” Helen professes. “I’d invited Dale as a dear colleague, but when he kissed me something just clicked. It felt totally right.”

And despite how picture perfect the moment was - with half of Melbourne’s press just a few faces away - Dale insists it was completely unplanned.

“It was just a spur of the moment thing,” he tells me. “I mean, I didn’t think Helen would go for a guy like me, but she looked so stunning. I thought, “Come on mate, what are you waiting for?”

So began the romance that has captured the hearts of viewers across the nation.

But what events led to that magical moment? To date, Dale and Helen have been cagey about the origins of their romance...until now.

“It really started when Dale was assigned to produce me.” Helen explains. “It’s no secret that I’ve gone through a few producers in my time, blokes who didn’t take me seriously as a journalist. I knew right away that Dale was different. He wanted to work with me, not over me.”

“Helen had really bold ideas for special reports,” Dale adds. “I was drawn to her passion like a moth to a very glamorous flame.”

Page Two

These reports have now become a Monday evening staple - and one of the biggest ratings draw for News At Six.

It’s clear Melbourne can’t get enough of the romantically-entangled reporting duo - a dynamic that crystallised when Dale reporter live from a scorched Russell Street on 27th March.

Viewers the state over shared with Helen’s fear for Dale’s life, and her relief she felt when she saw he’d made it out unscathed.

“It was one of the most stressful days of my life.” Helen says, clutching Dale’s hand in hers. “Not only did we experience an awful attack on our city, there were hours where I didn’t know if Dale was safe. My feelings for him crystallised in that moment. I knew I loved him. Deeply.”

“Absolutely. Same for me,” Dale echoes. He grows solemn and his eyes glaze over - clearly reliving the horrific events of that day. In a strange way, it was the perfect moment for them to say “I love you.” It was the first time Helen met Dale’s mother! “We’d arranged a dinner for that night!” Helen says. “Of course, that got put aside. But she and I grew close that day.”

So how is our newly-minted media royality adjusting to life in the spotlight?

“It’s been strange getting used to it all.” Dale admits. “I get stopped in the street now - not as much as Helen, but blokes recognise me at the pub.”

But for the most part, it’s business as usual.

“We work hard, we’re passionate about what we do, and we’re passionate about each other,” Helen says.

I can’t help but ask Helen, “Is Dale as passionate in private as he is in public?”

She giggles, as Dale goes red. “Let’s just say we have no issues in that department,” she says, winking. It’s enough to bring the temperature in this cool French bistro up a few degrees!

As Helen steals a kiss from her blushing beau, I’m reminded of the couple’s enduring appeal. Who wouldn’t invite them into their living room of the evening?

While Geoff Walters has announced his imminent return to the desk, his recent health scare has shown the veteran newsreader is not as invincible as he previously seemed. I ask Dale and Helen if we might see them together on the desk, someday soon.

“Oh, we haven’t even moved in together yet!” Helen laughs. “Right now, we’re focusing on supporting each other to do good work and keep Melbourne informed.”

The couple are admirably humble about their ambitions. All the while as I wave them goodbye and watch them walk down Brunswick Street arm in arm, it’s hard not to think of them as the future of news; young, smart, totally in love, and with the whole world at their feet.”

Episode Six - Chernobyl (and a sweet magazine article)

Edited to include the full story! Thank you @dontwanderoff for linking me to the full article on Twitter!

#the newsreader #helen norville #anna torv #dale jennings #sam reid #attention to detail #this was so cute and wholesome #helen is freaking stunning #look at that cover photo!! 😍

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2ndaryreactsandscenarios · 4 years

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NCT 2020 Reaction to: What To Do With Loving You

A look at how the members would do for the one they love or how they might change from loving that special someone.

Taeil (The Manly Man, Yet Power Vocal, Sheesh~)

When Taeil finally admits to his feelings, I feel like there may be some insecurity there. Being around you in the beginning he would never know what to say or how to start a conversation and he would fear that you’d find him not entertaining to converse with. As he gets more familiar with you and talks with you more, he would become more comfortable and you may find that he initiates a lot of the conversations. So by liking you and getting to know you, Taeil would be more comfortable with talking to others and initiating interactions.

Taeyong (Artistic, Passionate Rapper and Caring Leader)

So long as Taeyong didn’t realize there were romantic feelings there, he wouldn’t have too much trouble talking to you. But once he did realize he may feel more for you, he would have these lingering glances and become more hesitant to be touchy with you (like hugs or playful pushing, so on and yada yada). This shift in behavior would probably be the biggest give away to his true feelings. Basically the opposite of Taeil, where liking you would make him act far more careful than he was around you before.

Johnny (The Mood Making, Yet Calm Sir)

Very thoughtful towards you. Not so much in doing things for you or acts of service, rather he would be one to ask how you were doing and take an actual interest in the things you were doing. He would want to actually get to know you if he had an interest in you and would somewhat expect the same of you. A relationship takes two so of course he wouldn’t want the interest to be one sided and would want you trying to get to know him too.

Yuta (The Takoyaki Master, and Politely Keepin It Real, Osaka Man)

I feel like Yuta would make it pretty clear how he feels about you. Yuta does not strike me as the type to give time to those who don’t interest him and he would be the one to initiate a lot of interactions or hanging out between himself and his interest. At the same token, he wouldn’t lie around his crush and he would be very upfront with his opinions. Probably wouldn’t mind a good debate if you are good friends and would enjoy conversation that goes both ways (not just one person talking at another).

Kun (The King of Magic and of Food)

Hobbies are something I feel Kun and his crush would bond most. Even if they weren’t the same interests he would display interest in what you like to do and if he didn’t understand it he would try to. Kun would also be more than happy to explain his hobbies to you and tell you everything he knew about it. May even feel so inclined to look more into things just to have the chance to explain it to you. So in a way, it’s a light form of flexing and showing off the knowledge that he has.

Doyoung (Vroom Vroom; The MC Vocal)

Doyoung would put his crush through the pits. This means that he would do the same wild and weird things he normally does, still have the same wit and sarcasm per usual, but triple that around you. This behavior is Doyoung’s way of testing your limits and getting to know whether you could handle him in his prime trouble making condition. Doyoung strikes me as the type to not shy away from someone or change how he is around his crush (while a good portion of the members do, Doyoung gets smacked pretty much at the top of them all). A big thing for him is having your support for all of his dreams and goals, and so making sure he has that is crucial for him.

Ten (Dancing Devil and Whimsically Cute)

Remember Kun’s reaction? How he was soft flexing and showing off? Well there is nothing subtle about how Ten acts in front of his interest. He knows he is an exceptional performer and he knows where his talents lie. So anytime he intends to put on a show, best believe that he makes sure you are around to see it. This is meant of course in the best way. Ten wants to show the best side of himself to his crush in the beginning, and once you become better friends he would be a little more willing to show the different sides of himself. Ten values the first impression and since he likes you he wants to give you an unforgettable first impression of himself. So really, Ten would be pretty stiff and straight faced around you at first and only later on would he allow you to see his more bubbly and different sides of him.

Jaehyun (Sensitive, Springtime Lover, Mr. Valentine)

Jaehyun would take the time to ask quite a few questions when getting to know you. It’s not so much whether you two would agree or not rather he’s making sure you don’t have too many views that skew drastically far from his own on things that matter (something like you hate plastic beetles and he loves real flies, something like that). Seeing how you talk about your views on things and how you go about disagreement is pretty crucial because he wants to be able to have conversations and healthy discussion with his potential significant other. Once he knows you and gets long with you, he would be very talkative and goofy around you.

Winwin (The Dancer of Grace, The Tough Cutey)

I feel like Winwin would be like some cats. Where the less attention you give it, the more it wants your attention. Winwin wouldn’t want to be smothered or constantly cuddled by a potential crush right away, and would appreciate someone who gives him his space and someone who allows for there to be a comfortable silence. Being comfortable and being able to relax around someone is something that screams Winwin to me. If his crush can read him well and learn to understand him, then Winwin would be pretty happy around them. If Winwin was around someone like that then I think it’s possible he would become clingy to them or ask for more attention from them (AKA a decent fraction of cats).

Jungwoo (Stomach=Abyss, The Pure Vocal)

A big sign of whether he could get along with you or not is how you two would get along over a meal. If you’re picky and don’t like to try new foods or things, then I think it would be a huge damper for Jungwoo. Being able to be open to not just food but experiences would be something Jungwoo would admire in a person and so if his crush had that he would be pretty smitten with them.

Lucas (That Low Low Rap, The Charming Wit)

At first I thought Lucas may be showing off and flirting version 2.0. BUT, thinking on it more, I don’t think Lucas would be that way at first. More than likely, Lucas would be a bit funny and show signs of humor here and there, but save most of his charisma till after he observes you for a little bit. Seeing how you act and behave and take to humor would be a big indicator to Lucas on how to act around you. So as odd as this turned out, Lucas would be an observer and with time and comfort he would be a lot more joking and playful around you.

Mark (The Hardworking Rapper, With An Adorable Sneeze)

If Mark had a crush, it would only become relevant after talking to the person a couple of times and getting to know them. Sure he could look at someone and think “Wow they’re really pretty or they’re really cute or they’re really awesome looking and I wanna get to know them”, but it isn’t exactly the same as liking a person for the person. So only once Mark had gotten to talking to you and hearing a bit of your views on things would he be able to establish whether he actually likes you for you. The only true indicator I can think of that would show change in Mark is devotion of time. If he is putting in time to hang out with you, text you, call you, then he LIKES YOU.

Xiao Jun ( Humble Songwriter Agent Eight )

Xiao Jun would joke around you all the time and be friendly for the most part, but he would be reserved on his interests and what he liked to do. He wouldn’t shove it in your face like other members might be inclined to do, and would hold back on showing you his talents and hobbies out of bashfulness and shyness. It’s not that he was ashamed of them, rather he was nervous to show you that side of him especially since he had only shown you his playful side up until now.

Hendery ( Music On The Go, Cucumber Inventor )

Bonding over music would be so huge for Hendery and his crush. To be able to swap artists and talk about why he liked a song would be something he would enjoy doing and it would be a great way of getting to know you. Now if you weren’t the biggest fan of music (I wouldn’t believe you at first, but if you aren’t jam out to sound of nature my friend) it wouldn’t be a no go, it’s rather that music would be a massive BOOST to the whole crush process.

Renjun (The Loving and Smart Artist, The Virtuous Vocal )

The biggest sign that Renjun likes you would come from him being the one to text you or him spending time with you. If Renjun is the one pushing for you two to spend time together, then that means he enjoys something about your company which means he enjoys you as a person. Renjun would think of you sometimes when you were apart and that would be when he realizes that he has feelings for you. Now he wouldn’t change much behavior wise, but if you are zooming in and paying enough attention you will find a tiny grin gracing his face when you aren’t looking (because life is a movie and the protagonist never realizes the crush people have on them).

Jeno (The Mature, Car Loving Violinist)

I get the impression that Jeno is very much the “I didn’t tell you because you didn’t ask” type of crush holder. Would be the nicest to you and had no problem with coming across as super sweet. But Jeno comes across as sweet in general, so I don’t see it being why he gets away with hiding his feelings as long as he does. When you both are hanging out, pretty big on politeness and manners so he would do things that are polite. Acts of service are something I see as big for Jeno. As well as giving them, he would like to receive them. However he’s not vocal on what he wants, so you would just have to be able to understand after however long you’ve been friends.

Haechan (Sarcastic and Soft, The Lover and The Vocal)

The opposite of Doyoung. ONCE Haechan realized he had feelings for you, he would be the sweetest human on Earth~. But BEFORE? He was an absolute tyrant who would take any chance he could to question everything you do because he could. I think Haechan would have this mentality: he knows he likes you but he has treated you pretty harshly and you were still there. SO, why not be nicer to you? Since he wanted you to like him too, he would hold down his urge to tear apart your silly decisions and become nicer. Now if you did something really really questionable-- then he’s not holding back. Haechan would be nicer to his crush than he was before not only to gain their favor, but also because he appreciated you and wanted to treat you better. This isn’t to say he treated you like trash before, rather he was sarcastic and sassy with you almost to a fault. He didn’t aim to hurt your feelings, and if he ever did (even before he liked you) he would be sure to apologize and make it right. All of this just means Haechan is extra nice to his crush.

Jaemin (Affectionate Nana, Dancing Pianist)

A hundred percent would get as close as possible without crossing a line too far that would make him a flirt. He would have you constantly questioning whether he was just that friendly with everyone or if you were actually something special. And that is a hundred on purpose. He doesn’t want you to know how he feels just yet and this is where it would show. The ultimate way of saying I care, but I’m not ready to tell you everything just yet so I will keep you at a distance.

Yang Yang ( Little Sheep Racer, Mysterious Rose Zero )

Has no trouble telling you and anyone around you that he has a thing for you. The caveat is that he would do it in such a nonchalant and casual setting that no one would ever take him seriously. Honest almost to a fault about his feelings. He’d be such a good friend that I’m certain at some point his crush would tell him, “You’re a really good friend”, something like the ultimate friendzone statement (aside from being told you’re like a sibling to them-- ouch). Honestly, not being taken seriously would really hurt him in the end, and I see Yang Yang eventually becoming less vocal about his feelings because the next time he says it he wants you to believe him.

Chenle (Sweet and Soft, High Vocal)

When they go on tours or are out and about and he sees something that reminds him of his crush more than likely he would buy it. Showers his crush with gifts now and again, and because he invests so much time and thought in them I think Chenle would be the type to go ALL IN and fall for his crush hard. Now yes you are all wonderful people and lovely, but I think it would take Chenle a long time before he commits to a relationship. This is because while he falls hard he’d more than likely fall in love with the idea of being with you rather than you as a person. Thus yes, eventually your shining heart would win through and he’d actually start to see you for you. But the most important part of this is that establishment of a friendship first and foremost.

Jisung (Killer Dancer, The Shy Temporary Maknae)

Saying it now and proud, you’d have to be friends for a while. I see it playing out two ways. One, you are friends for a long time and he develops feelings for you with time. Or two, he has a small crush on you BEFORE you are friends, and he hides it until he realizes he is in love. Just what I picture in me mind. Jisung if anything would just be more shy around you, but he’d still have the same level of sass and hang out and all that. I feel Jisung would probably think too hard about it and overthink the situation, thus it would take quite some time before anything more develops of this crush (like him actually asking them out).

Disclaimer: An important thing to note in regards to these reactions/scenarios is that none of them are based on how the members are in real life and are merely a depiction that fits the fiction (as I don’t know the members personally). These are meant to be lighthearted (aside from the angst that continues to rise on this blog) and I hope they are not being taken as pure fact or reality.

If you took the time to read this reaction, thank you so much for your time. Stay happy and healthy! Make yourself a magnificent morning/afternoon/evening/night whenever in time or whenever in the world you may be and I hope to see you all again soon. Bye bye~

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strayfreckles · 4 years

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all on you.

☕︎︎ hwang hyunjin x reader (ft. ryujin, felix, & yeji); highschool au, friends-to-lovers au, barista au, bulletpoint fic.

maybe you would’ve gotten out of highschool with your emotions (and pride) unscathed if it weren’t for hwang hyunjin and his so-called romantic, obnoxious—and, in your case, unfortunately effective—antics.

includes: fluff, angst (especially in the middle), mutual pining, somewhat slow burn (?), gn!reader, barista!reader, a hefty amount of swearing, the only consistent thing you’ll see here is how utterly terrible this is, fluctuating humor

notes: this was requested by a wonderful anon! before you dive in, i’d like to inform you that this is my first fic of any kind, so please tread gently 😔✋ though constructive criticism is appreciated !! hope you enjoy (and hopefully not cringe too much sdkdnkdks) <33

wordcount: 2.8k

let me be the first to say that you absolutely abhor romance films with every existing fiber and cell in your body.

like, you cannot physically withstand the atrocity that is occurring right before your very eyes and you have to tear your gaze away before you bash your head to the nearest table.

and though you do admit that you’re overreacting sometimes

you also admit that you’re a massive dumbass for falling prey to one of the most common—and one of the most infuriating tropes—that is falling for your best friend.

yeah, hwang hyunjin? that boy holds your heart between his palms and with every smile you fall deeper and deeper

you’ve known that kid since you started eating crayons in elementary, and since then you’d been attached at the hip, clung to each other through all the clownery of middle school

finding each other in places is like a sixth sense; it only takes you both less than a minute to find the other before startling them with a quiet “hey, you”

but time is impatient, and that timid, starry-eyed boy you knew became the dimpled heartthrob come highschool—geared with the smarts and the talents and love-laced words that sent boys and girls running after him

but to you he was always just that kid who nearly consumed clay cakes because “it looked so real!”

until he wasn’t

it just came to you like a blow to the face, in the middle of sophomore year, sitting on hyunjin’s bedroom floor on a weekend trying to cram revise for your upcoming exams

you decided to take a quick break, and made the mistake of looking at hyunjin

and my oh my was he stunning

every laugh that tumbled from his lips sounded like a fucking symphony

and the bastard was just playing with kkami !!

he looked so damn soft as he planted kisses on his coat

every single constellation you knew was embedded in his irises

haha heartbeat go brrrrrrr

and maybe all you wanted was for him to never stop smiling, because he looked the most beautiful when he did, and maybe you wanted to brush his hair away from his face because you couldn’t see his eyes all that well and what the fuck—

you just malfunctioned

because that was your best friend

he noticed you staring, of course, and had the audacity to smirk, and in a second you wanted to set yourself on fire

“y/n, i know i look good, but at least try to be subtle.”

“you look like a low-budget minion, hyunjin.”

“i’d rather be a minion than a shabbier version of gru, thank you.”

(many fists were thrown that day, and hyunjin learned not to pick fun at your clothing lest that he face humiliation)

for the first few months you were in constant denial, even going so far as to blame hyunjin himself for forcing you to watch countless romcoms on your weekly sleepovers

but once you catch hyunjin staring at you with that fond look in his eyes, one he’s carried since childhood, your heart finally has the courage to murmur into the concaves of your chest, i am in love

it gets worse around senior year

the summer after junior year you land yourself a job at miroh café, a coffee shop at the heart of the town bc you’re broke as fuck and you need the cash

and, as expected, hyunjin becomes a frequent patron

he’s armed with a pickup line every single time he orders

and every single time you have to tell your heart to calm the fuck down he’s always been like this c’mon gimme a break

it’s even gone to the point where the regulars mistake him as your boyfriend

and as if your conscience nagging you 24/7 wasn’t enough mental baggage, your coworkers and fellow seniors, felix and ryujin, decided to weigh in

“if that isn’t the look of someone who’s simping over you then i don’t know what is,” ryujin nudges you, and from the repetitive force you’ve sustained from the past week you’re surprised your ribs aren’t bruised yet.

“you act like you’re not in the same dance crew,” you scoff, “ryujin, he flirts with everyone—he even had the balls to hit on chan!”

“let me remind you that denial is always the first stage of falling in love,” felix chirps, cheerful as he replenishes the pain au chocolat in the display.

“and let me remind you that i’m holding a very hot cup of coffee straight out of the machine; ‘accidents’ can happen, felix.”

of course, you weren’t in denial—you’d been past that stage long ago

it’s just that you didn’t wanna give yourself false hope

you didn’t want to lose this beautiful thing with him that’s lasted for nearly a decade because of your stupid emotions

so you’ve trained yourself to remain indifferent to the many compliments and lines he sent your way, hoping that if you could fool the others into thinking he didn’t affect you, maybe you could fool yourself, too

but oh ho ho, do i have some news for you (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

you don’t know how hyunjin’s pulse speeds up whenever he sees a handwritten note on his coffee wishing him good luck

you don’t know how often he forces himself to stop staring at you whenever you’re not looking

you don’t know how stupidly happy it makes him when he sees you smile

especially when he’s the reason why.

maybe everything about you makes hwang hyunjin happy

and maybe if you weren’t so kind and gentle and considerate during the times he lost a competition then maybe he wouldn’t have fallen this hard

but you were (and still are)

during the times you cried from laughter at all his antics

or cracked a smile at one of his pickup lines

he’d think that maybe—just maybe—he could stand a chance

but every time he did, he’d spiral into self-doubt

because there’s no way you would ever fall for him

you’re the kindest, most talented person hyunjin has ever known who deserves the universe

and he’s just… him

even if he did plan to confess, he’d be putting everything at stake; you’re too important to him, losing you would be a loss too heavy for him to bear

so he’s content with playing this role

even if the idea of you being with someone else hurts him so much

he’s content with reminding you everyday—even if it isn’t direct—that your mind is like no other, and that anybody would be blessed to have you

you both think it's always going to be like this

with you struggling to keep your feelings from showing

and hyunjin battling his inner demons

and those left to perceive the “discreet” ogling across the room and the hidden yearning in your voices are none other than (you guessed it!) felix and ryujin 🤩

it was funny the first few months

but now it’s just plain frustrating and they want nothing more than to bash your two oblivious heads together because y’all !! are !! idiots !!

no matter how much they persist, they’re always met with either a sad, gentle smile with a shake of the head or a monotonous “ha. you’re really funny.”

both have considered dropping your asses but they can’t because they love y’all too much

so all they can do is hope for a change

and change does indeed arrive when september rolls around

dance practice has just ended and hyunjin feels hyped because it’s movie night and he can’t wait to cry to kimi no na wa again

and lowkey stare at you for the entirety of the film

he exits his dance crew’s studio and is about to go straight to 7/11 for snacks when he spots the team’s newest recruit by the road, waiting for a ride home

hwang yeji’s only moved here two months ago and in a short span of time she’s already become one of the well-liked kids at school

but she’s a kind & humble sweetheart who deserves all the love & attention !!

so being the good sport he is, hyunjin approaches yeji with the brightest grin, having only talked to her a few times prior

“hey, there! yeji!” when the girl turns to him, her smile looks and feels like liquid sunshine. “waiting for your date?”

yeji turns rosy when he asks, like she does when everyone teases her about her special someone, who she’s been crushing on for weeks and who she finally had the courage to ask out. “c’mon, stop that. i don’t even know if they like me like that—they probably think it’s just another friendly date.”

“they’re a fool if they don’t end up liking you after, then,” hyunjin quips, hoping the bitterness doesn’t seep into his tone and wishing he has half the luck and strength yeji has, and she laughs.

“you know them, actually.”

“oh?”

“yeah! y/n l/n?”

oh.

o h

hyunjin can only blink at her dumbly, feeling like a thousand arrows are digging into his skin

you… with hwang yeji?

is that why you asked about her the other day? because you like her back? and that her feelings are far from being one-sided?

watching a dark cloud loom over his features, yeji thinks about asking if he’s okay when he blurts out an inaudible excuse as he walks away, zooming past the convenience store when he does

when he heads off he doesn’t even look at where he’s going, relying solely on muscle memory

he feels like he wants to grow smaller, biting his lower lip and clenching his hands into fists

he doesn’t even know why he’s upset

you were never his to lose

why would he regret what couldn’t be in the first place?

when his feet instinctively halt in front of miroh café, all he can do is stare blankly at the glass doors, at your figure behind the counter

but he wills himself to move away again, and when he does he clashes with another body

“hey, watch where you’re... hyunjin?”

ryujin stares at him with her mouth half agape, and she flinches when she sees his eyes glistening, his face flushed with the shade of pure heartbreak

“did you know about them?” he’s afraid to raise his voice, because doing so would mean there’s no stopping his emotions, “about… y/n and yeji?”

the lack of response provides the answer, and hyunjin walks away from the block

that afternoon, a cup of coffee with his name scrawled on the front went forgotten on the countertop

that evening, hyunjin doesn’t show for your monthly tradition for the first time in five years

you spend the rest of your evening obsessively checking your phone for text from him, wracking your brain for reasons he couldn’t come

of course, there are multiple reasons: like schoolwork (you are seniors, after all) and the upcoming dance competition

but you know he would text you over the slightest inconvenience, so why isn’t he saying a thing?

you rack your brain for anything you might’ve done, and your chest tightens when you think that maybe—just maybe—he’s finally caught on to you

you try to distract yourself with other thoughts as you lie wide awake in your bed: like your midterm exams, the nearing debate tournament… your date with yeji

bright, splendid hwang yeji who shares the wittiest jokes in biology and has the most colorful personality around

the first time you spent time with her she made you smile so wide it made your cheeks hurt

her laugh is the loveliest one you’ve ever heard; like dewy lavender fields beneath the spring sunshine

but every time you hear it you’re reminded that it isn’t hyunjin’s laugh, that you aren’t with him and every time you realize it you wanna cry

bc yeji’s been nothing but sweet and considerate this whole time and you’re more than guilty at the fact that all her attentions will be wasted because of you and your stupidity

you barely escape the wrath of crying yourself to sleep when you finally doze off when the clock hit two am

the next day at school, you both barely even make eye-contact

even the underclassmen who’ve heard the frequent calls of your names feel uneasy when they don’t hear hyunjin’s high-pitched voice or your shrill tones

felix especially, who’s experienced the trauma of sitting in between you two at history and feeling the tension that nearly chokes him

you’re more than terrified to look at him at him in the eye, terrified that once you do you’ll realize he doesn’t gaze at you the same way anymore

something inside hyunjin aches every time he spares you a glance, because every time he does it’s painfully obvious that he’s always been hopeless

in all honesty, hyunjin wouldn’t have shown his face at all if it weren’t for the tiny thread of patience inside ryujin snapping

so here he is, inside miroh a quarter before closing time

felix’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees him, so he sends a pointed look to his coworker,

“what did you do?” he murmurs. ryujin’s eyes are sharp when she looks at him, and he feels his blood run cold.

“what i needed to.”

no, she didn’t threaten to kill his entire family, if that’s what you’re wondering

she merely gave him… a warning

so one can imagine the surprise you feel when you emerge from the staff room, and felix drags ryujin outside to give you privacy

you both remain silent once they’re gone, neither one of you moving in place

until quiet words escape your mouth, and the familiar greeting makes hyunjin’s heart clench:

“hey, you.”

he doesn’t make a sound, so you continue, the tension heavy

“you owe me three dollars, by the way. i just wasted a perfectly good iced latte with the other day when you didn’t…”

when you trail off, hyunjin opens his mouth to let out an apology, and he realizes with a start that the words tumbling out are completely different:

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“what?”

“why didn’t you tell me about yeji?” hyunjin’s eyes begin to quiver when they meet yours, “we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

your jaw tightens, i told you. best friends. nothing more. “because you worry too much about everything; if i’d told you about us then you’d—”

“y/n, we’ve been together for a decade!” hyunjin intervenes, “we’re always going to worry about each other, whether you like it or not. and this— this is… i…”

every coherent thought vanishes as hyunjin grapples for more things to say. he knows he’s being selfish, undoubtedly so, but he wants you. he wants you so, so bad. the fight in him leaves until, eventually, all that’s left to say is the truth: “please, don’t go. don’t go… with her.”

your heart is close to breaking your ribcage when you stare at his face, you wait for him to say anything, to justify why he’s said it, but when the quiet settles, all you can see is red

“this is why i don’t tell you about these things,” you grit, trembling violently. “when i do, you say— say stuff that make me believe that you feel the same way i do when you actually don’t.

“and i hate you so much but in the end it’s all my fault because i’m the idiot who caught feelings for their best friend and—”

hyunjin doesn’t let you add anything else, because his lips are on yours and you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of him, him, him

the kiss doesn’t leave any room for doubt; he’s shaking, and his legs might give out, but he wants you to know that everything he feels is real

you’re both gasping for air when you pull away, but his hands still linger on your face and he traces the edge of your mouth, and you can do nothing but pull him closer by the waist

“still hate me now?” he asks, and you chuckle breathlessly, putting your forehead on his.

“yes, very much so,” you look at him tenderly, and he yelps when you pinch him gently, “this is all on you, y’know. if it weren’t for your godforsaken romcoms, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“but if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ended up with a boyfriend, amirite? ow, shit— i’m kidding!”

bonus!

“oh, thank fuck,” felix exhales, looking through the windows one more time before ambling beside ryujin, who looks pleased with herself as she places her apron on the crook of her elbow. “so, spill: what did you tell hyunjin?”

she smiles, “i told him not to give up before he’s even tried anything; sometimes, there are people who are worth taking that risk for.”

just as felix is about to commend her for sounding the most wholesome he’s heard her, she adds: “and i threatened to revoke my tutelage—his ass is failing calculus so hard.”

#inkidz #skz #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #hwang hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin scenarios #stray kids oneshot #just when i thought i couldn’t get more inadequate i hit y’all with a bulletpoint fic 🤩#but pls let me know what you think of this! i’d be happy to read your thoughts !!

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crushedbyhyperbole · 4 years

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A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabble Monday prompt by @randomfandompenguin for Blind date Bucky. Thank you ladies, I hope you enjoy

Warnings: probs a bit of bad language, at this point swearing is autonomic, assumed unrequited attraction but with an amusing and happy ending. Mostly just fluff.

Bucky Barnes. Former Fist of HYDRA. The Winter Soldier. Avenger. Team-mate. Friend. And also the biggest crush you’ve ever had, in the history of crushes. Ever. He was the reason you’d been a serial blind dater for the past seven months. The best you managed with dating in that time had been three weeks before you couldn’t take any more and called it off.

Bucky was perfect for you, funny, kind, smart, mostly humble with a cocky streak that lit a fire in you, and it didn’t hurt that the packaging looked all hot and swoon-worthy. The problem was that he wasn’t interested in dating (he never went on dates), and you were fully in the friend-zone. Yes, women could be lost to that infamous place, ne’er to date the man of their dreams.

You sighed as you got dressed for your blind date, a guy called Richard. You had been forbidden from stalking him in advance on account of you pre-judging your dates and they never really stood a chance with you after that. All you knew was where to meet him and when; a swanky restaurant that you’d been to twice before, at 8 o’clock. You didn’t know why you even trusted Nat's judgement after all the failed dates, surely she must be scraping the bottom of the barrel by now?

Dutifully, you made sure you looked amazing before leaving in a taxi that would have you at the restaurant on time for a change.

~~~~~

Bucky fidgeted. The restaurant was far too pretentious to be comfortable but he steadied himself with a few slow breaths. His date would be there any minute, a woman called Rachael, who Steve knew through Sharon. “She’s nice,” was what Steve had told him, “you’ll get on well with her.” Bucky was sceptical, he’d been drowning in his infatuation for you for months, but you always seemed impervious to his charms, and this was his first attempt to get over his feelings for you.

The Navy suit he wore set his eyes off nicely, fitted in the right places, Stark’s personal tailor made sure of it. He felt restricted but he felt good in it too.

The door swung open and Bucky’s heart jolted. There you stood in a stunning wine-red off-the-shoulder number that hugged your hips and pinched in at the knees, looking like all his dreams come true. You spoke to the waiter at the desk who offered to escort you to your table. With a smile you waved him off, instead picking your way across the dining room towards him.

As you neared, Bucky jumped to his feet, grinning big as he pulled your chair out ready. God, you looked so nervous when you finally locked eyes with him, good nerves, bad nerves, he couldn’t tell. You hadn’t seen him until you were right on top of his table. What the hell was he doing here? Was he supposed to be Richard? You looked around, identifying another man sat by himself who seemed very much like a Richard to you.

“Hi, Bucky!” You blurted out, panicking in a moment of uncertainty.

“Thank god it’s you,” he beamed his most exuberant smile as he took your hand to guide you to sit, “I was so worried that Steve had set me up with someone dull from P.R. or H.R. or something R.”

He looked dapper in his suit, delicious even, with his hair quaffed back and his beard neatly trimmed. A pang of jealousy flooded your chest with an ache that wouldn’t subside. He was here waiting for someone else, unless…

“Surprise!” You gestured like it was a big reveal, your grin matching his in size and enthusiasm. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind in the slightest,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, “I had no idea you reciprocated my feelings.”

Bucky helped you sit before sitting himself.

“Oh?”

“I’ve liked you for the longest,” he blushed a little, looking bashful. “I guess it took Steve setting us up on a blind date to get us together.”

“Nat said the signs of me crushing on you were visible from the I.S.S.,” you chuckled, confessing your most vulnerable feeling. “Guess we were both blind to what was under our noses.” You winked at him, making him blush harder.

“I’m lucky Steve is looking out for me then aren’t I?”

This blushing version of him was so endearing that you got lost in his coy smile and the twinkle in his eyes. You got so lost in him that you didn’t realise the beautiful blonde who came to a stop beside your table.

“This is table seventeen?” She said, frowning at you before turning to Bucky. “Hi I’m Rachael, your date.”

You swallowed hard, looking between the man you loved and the girl he was supposed to spend the evening with. When he locked eyes with you it was a look of pity in his eyes that cast a shadow of doubt in your heart.

“I’m sorry, miss, you’re mistaken,” Bucky took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “my girlfriend and I are celebrating a very special occasion.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Oh.” The woman’s face fell at the same time as your heart soared.

“I think your date is over on that table,” you pointed to the man you were sure was Richard, “he’s been alone for a little while.”

Apologies and thanks fell from her mouth as she moved hesitantly away, and Bucky leant in closer to you with a knowing smirk on his face.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” You popped the P, looking smug. “I don’t feel guilty, though.”

“Don’t ever feel guilty, sweetheart,” he kissed the back of your hand again, “not for this. Not ever.”

It was your turn to blush. “So… Girlfriend, huh?”

“Yup.” He popped the P, looking equally smug. “If you’ll have me?”

“Baby,” you leaned in, confidence peaking, “I’d have you all over this damn restaurant if it meant Rachael from P.R. would have to deal with the fallout.”

#hbc drunk drabbles #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #blind date #bucky barnes fan fiction #cloudy's writing

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pcgamepure09 · 3 years

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Extraordinary and Bad in Gaming

Gaming is most likely the best diversion and even livelihoods in the world. People wreck around for amusement just or learning while others record accounts about the games. In this article, I will focus in extra on gaming itself and less the side of how to make gaming accounts. Gamers come in each exceptional age, genders, religions, regions and shapes. The establishments of people who are gamers make gaming extensively more fun.

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royalcordelia · 5 years

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This Home is Vast

Summary: Delphine Lacroix wants to write a tale of adventure and romance, so naturally she writes the story of how Uncle Gil and Aunt Anne fell in love.

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” - Maya Angelou

1908.

Delphine Lacroix had a meager few memories from her very young days of girlhood. There were some things she wished she could recall, like the wide, bright eyes that her mother had and the melodic tenderness of her voice. Sometimes it’s enough for other people to have those memories for you, Aunt Anne had said when she was very small. I made sure I memorized every little bit of your momma so that when I tell you stories, you’ll feel her with you. Close your eyes, chickadee, and I’ll tell you of her wedding day. It’ll be like she’s right here

And it was. When Anne spun her words into yarn of gold, Delphine could close her eyes and imagine her face on her mother’s, and soft arms around around her chest. Dellie would lay with her head in Anne’s lap and listen to all the stories the freckled girl could muster, even the ones that weren’t about her mother - tales of adventure, courage, strength, and grace. She could find pieces of herself in the protagonists that Anne spoke of because, It’s important to see yourself in the people you aspire to, Dellie. I see these traits in you, and I admire you for them.

But aside from afternoons curled up into Anne’s side, the youngest days of Dellie’s girlhood were distant from her. She wished she could write down the things she did remember, tell a story of the home she’d flowered in.

“Uncle Gil?” she asked. From where she stood at the window, she could see Uncle Gil look up from his clothbound text and smile.

“Yes, honeybee?”

“Do you have any empty journals in your study that I could use? I want to practice my writing.”

Gilbert closed his book and leaned forward, always pleased to hear his niece take on new academic endeavors. Even at the humble age of ten whole years, she was as bright as both her mother and father, and had somehow learned Gilbert’s insatiable motivation.

“Of course. Are you planning on writing one of your Aunt Anne’s tales of ‘grand adventure and romance?’”

Dellie turned around and leaned on the window frame, pursing her lips as she considered her options.

“I want to. But I think I also want to write a story that I know, one that I lived through. I haven’t been on any grand adventures.”

“Now that’s not true. Come here,” Uncle Gil replied, pulling her into his lap. Dellie leaned her head onto his shoulder and let out a sigh. Even when she preferred to keep her worries private, Uncle Gil had a way of snagging the truth right from her.

“All the heroes in Aunt Anne’s stories ride to far off places and battle the greatest forces of evil ever known by mankind!”

“You’ve tamed plenty of tempests,” Gilbert countered.

“Like what?”

“You marched right up to the Avonlea school board and demanded that you be allowed in the school with the rest of the kids. I think that was very courageous.”

Dellie frowned, burying herself as deep into denial as she would go.

“That was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing! You’re the first child who looks like you to ever go to the Avonlea school.” Gilbert bounced her on his knee to ease her drooping mood. “What about the time those women in town were saying something mean about your mother? You poured their lemonade down their dresses.”

Dellie’s lips formed into a pout that had her Uncle Gil wrapped around her finger even from when she was a baby. “Daddy punished me for a whole day after that.”

“Because it’s impolite to ruin dresses, not because you weren’t brave. He didn’t want to tell you, but he was so proud. You’re more like you mother than you know.” Gilbert pressed a kiss to her cheek. “How’s that for a story idea?”

Delphine twirled one of Uncle Gil’s curls with her pinky while she considered this, but ultimately shook her head in adamant finality.

“I want to save my story for when I’m older, so I can write bibliography of my life-”

“ Biography , darling.”

“- and make it a best-seller, like Aunt Anne’s book on Avonlea. But I think there’s one story I know just as well as my own.”

“Oh yeah? Which one is that?”

Delphine smiled with trickster eyes she learned from her uncle, then poked his nose.

“Yours and Aunt Anne’s.”

1899.

Back in the days of Gilbert’s apprenticeship with Dr. Ward, the aged man had seen the weary circles beneath the boy’s eyes and cocked a brow.

“Girl trouble?” he asked with a hint of humor. Gilbert fought the urge to shoot a panicked look toward the door, the other side of which held a very quiet secretary. Yes, there had been girl trouble - what with Gilbert trying to figure out the cause of his seemingly endless tachycardia. No, his tired eyes were not the result of his own uncertainty.

“Delphine is teething. Poor thing hasn’t slept or eaten much in days,” Gilbert confessed.

“That’s a simple fix, my boy. Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

This was how the Blythe-Lacroix home had been saved by a simple scrap of paper with a list of safe, at-home teething remedies. Gum massage, a cold spoon, a damp washcloth… At the kitchen table where he always seemed to sit with Delphine, Gilbert pulled a spoon from ice cold water and placed it into the baby’s open mouth. The tension on her tiny forehead disappeared, and her relief seemed immediate.

“Dr. Ward acted like I should’ve known this already,” Gilbert lamented, rubbing Dellie’s back as she cooed. “But the medical journals don’t really report on anything other than bacterial transmission and obscure cases of rare disease. Where’s a fellow supposed to start with the basics?”

Dellie took out the spoon and waved it in Gilbert’s face, before sticking it right back into her mouth.

“I suppose you’re right. I should’ve learned these things from my mother. Not like I would’ve enjoyed asking dad about these things, even if he was still around.” Gilbert paused, pressing a kiss to the top of the baby’s head. “Don’t worry, Dellie. You can always ask me anything. No matter what it is. And I’ll tell you all of my secrets so that we’re equal.”

The little baby could not know then that she would grow to share every little secret with this scrawny uncle of hers. He would know of every fear that clutched at her heart, and he would soothe them with his steady reassurance. He would let her reveal all of her misbehavings, and absolve her of her childhood guilts with forgiveness that came as easy as breathing. He would understand on the day that she’d confess that she’d fallen in love with a white boy at her college, and how desperately she wanted to earn his respect (Gilbert knew she’d already had it). Those days were a long ways away, but he’d know it all.

If he wanted it to be fair, he had to begin the exchange himself. So he did, with his tender words.

“Delphine, I think I’m falling in love with Anne.”

Dellie ceased her cooing, staring up at her apprehensive uncle with understanding eyes. Gilbert peeked up at the doorway to make sure Bash wasn’t eavesdropping before quietly continuing.

“It doesn’t feel like I thought it might. I always knew that I wanted to be around her, and that she was really pretty, but lately…” Gilbert sighed. “She’s just seriously beautiful. And so smart and courageous. And she’s so good with you and never has anything unkind to say about anyone.”

Dellie grabbed his finger with her whole hand and shook it excitedly.

“I know what you’re thinking. What about that blonde lady you met one time? Winnie is...a friend. She’s charming and nice, no one can deny that. But Anne appeals to a different part of me - complements and cherishes it. She held my hand and it felt like she was supposed to.” He scoffed. “I don’t know, I sound absolutely ridiculous.”

“I don’t think that’s ridiculous at all,” Bash interrupted from the doorway. Gilbert jumped, pulling Dellie a bit closer to his chest, then glared at the intruder. “Sorry, Blythe, I didn’t mean to overhear. I just wanted to check up on my daughter.”

“I think she feels better. She hasn’t cried in a while,” Gilbert stated shortly, handing over the girl who’d reached grabby hands up towards her father. Bash settled the baby on his shoulder and sat down at the table opposite of Gilbert. The young boy looked like he was steeling himself for battle, but kept his lips locked together.

“So...Anne, huh? Can’t say I blame you.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Gilbert said sternly, but only half heartedly, the way people quietly cry out I need to tell someone !”

“Why not? You’re not embarrassed are you?”

“Of course I am!” Gilbert snapped. “Or...I don’t know. No, I’m not. At least, not because of her, she’s amazing. It’s embarrassing because I see her and…”

“Spit it out, Blythe. It’s okay.”

Gilbert released a shaky sigh. Then, he muttered, “These days I can barely breathe when she’s around, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from grinning like an absolute idiot. It’s entirely overwhelming and I don’t like it.”

Bash smirked the way he did when he thought he knew something Gilbert didn’t.

“I’ll grant you that it’s overwhelming, but let me give you my advice on something. Look at this darling baby girl.” Bash lifted Delphine up in the air, and she giggled in delight. “Every time I see her, the air gets stolen from my lungs and I smile like a moke. There’s nothing more overwhelming than the love I have for my daughter, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Gilbert, your budding love for Anne with an E? Cherish it. Nurture it. Let it grow. I promise it will be worth it.”

Gilbert turned his gaze down to the table, fighting the rising blush on his cheeks.

“See, even little Dellie agrees?” Bash added, waving the baby’s hand. Dellie giggled as she bounced, causing a little smile to dimple the corner of Gilbert’s lips.

“So, what do I do?” Gilbert asked after a silent moment.

“I don’t know, Blythe. That’s for you to figure out.”

But the realization had been enough excitement for the young lad that night. He nodded, then pushed himself up by the heels of his palms.

“I’m off to get some sleep before another tooth pops up,” Gilbert said.

Bash placed his hand on Gilbert’s shoulder as he passed by, giving it a reassuring squeeze, then shoved the boy off in the direction of his quiet room.

1903.

Five-year-old Delphine saw things that no one else did. The endless orchard in her backyard was a vast kingdom of magical apples, guarded by tree soldiers who protected her against all the evil monsters that lurked past the corn field. Tiny faery people danced around the enchanted apples, and talked to Dellie when she was lonely and anxious for what Anne called “a bosom friend.”

“Do you have bosom friends, Anne?” Dellie asked one day when Anne was kneading sweet bread in the kitchen.

“I do! I’m very lucky to have a few kindred spirits.”

Delphine tried out the mouthful of kindred spirit on her tongue, but was quick to remember to adhere to her point.

“Who are they?”

“Well, for one, your uncle Gilbert.”

Delphine jumped from sitting to kneeling in her chair with a cry of glee.

“Uncle Gil is your bosom friend!? ”

“Of course he is,” Anne laughed. “Bosom friends are people that know you very, very well. They’re kind to you and make you smile. They’re people who belong in your life.”

“What do you mean belong? ”

Anne wiped the back of her wrist across her chin, smearing flower over her starry freckles, and thought about it.

“Remember that Venus Fly Trap I showed you in a book a few days ago?” Dellie nodded, always paying close attention to anything Anne had to say. “Would you ever want a flower like that? Would something like that ever belong in your garden?”

Though Delphine had been stunned speechless by the by the carnivorous flower, her face twisted into disgust at the thought of ever owning one. She shook her head slowly, scowling as if she’d smelled something sour.

“What flowers would you rather have instead?”

“The pretty blue ones from momma’s garden!” Dellie decided.

“Exactly. Just like flowers, some people just belong in your life. They’re the people that you like to see and be around. You sometimes don’t know why you need them, but they’re there. A bosom friend isn’t just any flower from the garden. It’s a friend that makes your heart swell up big like a balloon because you’re so happy to be with them. It’s someone you really love.”

Delphine took in this flurry of information quietly, considering with all the seriousness her young brain could muster.

“So you really love Uncle Gil?”

Anne flushed, knowing that Delphine didn’t know quite what she was asking, and forced a smile on her face.

“I do, Dellie.”

The little girl spun to look in the doorway with the brightest smile she’d ever donned. Anne looked up from her bread, meeting eyes with Gilbert who was gazing at her with eyes heavy with some unnameable emotion.

“Uncle Gil! Did you know that you’re Aunt Anne’s bosom friend because she loves you very much?”

Gilbert’s eyes snapped to Anne, but he was quick to cover up his surprise.

“I did!” he replied easily, though his eyes spoke a message that was much more timid.

“Then is she one of your bosom friends? ‘Cause you love her very much too?”

“That’s right, honeybee.”

But he wasn’t looking at Delphine. For a moment, Anne felt like leaving her doughy bread on the table and running back home to Green Gables. Gilbert loved her as a friend, certainly, but the way he’d say it just then meant more, and that terrified her. But as soon as he gave her a small smile, Anne’s worries melted away. A barely perceivable thought flitted into the back of her mind - What if she didn’t mind the romantic look in his eyes? What if it’s what she wanted? Unable to fight the urge to return the shy smile, Anne’s gaze lingered on him without her realizing it.

Delphine, on the other hand, was entirely oblivious to the moment transpiring between the two blooming adults. She grew bored with the silence, and hopped onto the floor, scurrying across the room to the door.

“Kay! Well, I’m going to go look for bosom flower friends in the Enchanted Orchard,” Delphine said sliding out.

“Be back before supper!” Gilbert called before the door could slam shut behind her.

Later that night, when the sun had begun to hug the horizon in a far off place Dellie wasn’t allowed to travel to - Daddy had told her so - she skipped back to the house with a handful of flowers that she wanted to give Aunt Anne. That way, Aunt Anne could have more bosom friends, since sometimes Uncle Gil was a little serious. But what she found in the living room gave her pause.

There was Aunt Anne and Uncle Gil standing in the middle of the living room, so close together that Delphine was sure they’d hug each other. Isn’t that was bosom friends did? He was tall compared to her, and Anne had to look up to stare into his eyes. They were speaking to each other, but it was too quiet for Dellie to hear. Most of the time they used words that were too big for her to understand, anyways.

She’d had never seen people act like this before. Uncle Gil’s hands held Anne’s, but instead of looking happy, Anne looked like she’d seen something very scary. Surely Uncle Gil didn’t scare Anne. They always smiled when they were together. Dellie had a vague thought that the scene looked right out of her fairy tale books, and Aunt Anne was the most beautiful princess in all of Avonlea. Her prince looked like he agreed.

Just as Gilbert bowed his head and grazed his lips against Anne’s, Delphine broke the silence with her unmistakable, curious voice.

“What are you doing?”

The pair split apart across the room quicker than a stray cat darting from sight. Uncle Gil leaned on the window, hiding his face from Anne with a vengeance. Even Dellie could see the gears turning in his head, but she didn’t know why.

“What do you have there?” Anne deflected, voice shaking.

“I brought you some flowers so you would have lots of bosom friends.”

Anne let out a half-hysterical laugh and leaned over to hug the blessed child, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“These are lovely, Delphine, but I don’t need more bosom friends! Not when I have you! ”

Delphine’s own eyes became misty at that, and she clung to Anne with determined fierceness. Later that night, Dellie told her father all about her new bosom friend and how excited she was to see her again.

But Aunt Anne did not come back to the Blythe-Lacroix house for many, many months.

1904.

Anne once told Delphine that she had a thing called empathy. She’d taken the little girl’s hands in hers and kissed the backs of her palms. It means that when people are happy, you’re happy. And when people are sad, you’re sad. You feel the things they do, and it makes you such a beautiful soul. Empathy then became Dellie’s new favorite word. She explored outside and felt the peace of the trees, and the exhaustion of Uncle Gil’s bees as they labored away. She felt the warmth of the growing flowers and the joy of some of the neighbor kids laughing in the forest. She took on the world’s heart and made it her own, and by the time she came home, she was ready to just be Delphine.

Dellie moved through her quiet house, smiling at the lingering scent of fresh bread Dad had made a few hours ago. Just as she was about to head to her room for a nap, she heard a quiet sniffle come from inside Uncle Gil’s room.

She knocked on the door - as she’d been taught by stern faces - but Uncle Gil didn’t answer. Nudging the door open with worried fingers, Dellie’s heart plummeted to the floor. Uncle Gilbert was lying on his bed, a few tears dripping from the corners of his jaw. His eyes were blank, but when he saw Dellie standing in the doorway, he turned his face away and quickly wiped away his tears.

“No, it’s okay, isn’t it?” Dellie rambled. “You always tell me it’s okay if I cry. You can cry too...if you want.”

She couldn’t see his face, but she did hear the quiet sob that escaped his lips. For a moment, Delphine wasn’t sure what to do. Uncle Gil always had an explanation, a reassuring word, but this time he was the one crying. It would’ve been easier if he said that he was okay, because then the utter sadness blooming in Dellie for her uncle would’ve disappeared. Suddenly, she didn’t like having empathy anymore. She just wanted Uncle Gil to feel better.

Climbing into the bed, Delphine hugged Gilbert from behind and nuzzled her nose into his back. Gilbert’s hand came up and grabbed hers lightly.

“Why are you crying, Uncle Gil?” she asked quietly. His back rose and fell against her as he took in a deep breath.

“Sometimes you lose things, honeybee, and you cry because they’re gone,” he whispered.

“What did you lose?”

Uncle Gil didn’t answer. Delphine wondered for a moment if he’d heard her, but stopped herself from asking again. When she was this sad, she never liked to talk about it. She liked to be quiet. So for a few long minutes, Delphine held Gilbert the way he’d always held her when she cried.

Eventually Gilbert turned around, bashful because of his red eyes. But Delphine didn’t laugh or tease. She only wiped away the tear streaks with her thumbs and pressed her lips to his cheek.

“I love you, Uncle Gil.”

Another tear slid down Gilbert’s nose.

“I love you too, honeybee.”

She thought for a moment, then offered, “When I’m sad, I like to be around my friends. Should I go get Daddy for you? Or Aunt Anne?”

Something in what she said made Gilbert’s face darken with heartsickness, but he had the strength to shake his head.

“You’re all the company I need,” was all he said.

(When she was all grown Delphine would ask Gilbert about that occurrence - her, exploring his expansive library, and him, completing patient records. The question had left her lips in the quiet of the night: why had he been crying alone in his bed all those years ago? Was it because he missed his father?

But Gilbert only peered down at the gold band around his finger and gave a sad little smile. No, he’d said. That was the day he’d first proposed to Anne. It hadn’t gone well, and though it ended up okay in the end, the devastation that broke Gilbert’s heart in half had been very real.

“It must’ve been hard. To be strong for me when I was so young and didn’t understand,” she murmured.

Gilbert shook his head.

“You understood, Del. You understood better than anyone.”

These quiet talks in his office were decades away, but the moments leading up to them were ones that Delphine would hold onto always. )

1906.

Knock knock knock.

Anne’s fog laden eyes rose from the tea kettle, but she didn’t have the strength to turn around. Still, it could’ve been Doctor Ward, or Elijah, or...someone important. She just needed a few more moments to collect herself.

“Delphine, could you see who that is, please?” Anne paused before adding, “If it’s a stranger, I’ll answer it.”

The little girl of nearly eight had been solemn at the table, sipping her tea to keep herself from asking questions. Questions, it seemed, made Anne cry. What was Uncle Gil sick with? Why can’t I go see him? Is he going to die? She’d asked them all once, and that had been enough to learn that she should never ask them again. At Anne’s request, though, she rose from the table and swung open the door.

Before her was a very tall, very beautiful woman who looked like one of the dolls girls brought to school. Her hair reminded Delphine of stories of Goldilocks, and she smiled down at the little girl with warmth that made Dellie shrink away. Returning to Anne’s side, she muttered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know who it is.”

Anne nodded, and she turned with heavy movements, only to jolt at the face in the doorway. In all the different instances Anne had seen Winifred Rose, she’d never been displeased to see her. But something about the hopeful, desperate look on the woman’s face made Anne’s stomach turn sour.

The women were silent for several moments. Winifred seemed to be aware of the thin ice in the kitchen, and maintained her position in the doorframe.

“To what do we owe the pleasure, Miss Rose?” Anne stated, perhaps unfairly caustically.

“I heard Gilbert is sick.”

Delphine’s eyebrows shot up. How did this woman know Uncle Gil?

“I’m sorry, but you can’t see him,” Anne replied.

“And why not?” Winifred had matched Anne’s stern tone.

“Because he’s sick. He’s contagious. ”

“It’s typhoid, Anne. I’m not going to drink his bedside water. I just came to-”

“To what?”

Winifred didn’t answer right away. A tender spot in Anne’s chest made itself known, revealing some of her hidden fears. What if Winifred Rose was here to make amends with the young man she’d turned away all those years ago? Would he be happy to have her by his side? Anne clenched her teeth. What right did this woman have? To come into this house now when he was already halfway gone, when Anne had been the one nursing him, changing his chamber pot and wiping his sweat? What right did Winifred Rose have to come in and suggest that she-

Delphine’s hand buried itself in the skirts of Anne’s dress, and Anne brought an arm up to wrap around Dellie’s back. No matter how scary it was that Uncle Gil was sick, or that Anne was fighting with a woman in the kitchen, Delphine always felt safe as long as Anne was beside her. It was the innocent child at her side that reined back Anne’s fury.

“I came to say goodbye,” Miss Rose said finally. “Dr. Ward said the case is dire. I just wanted to see him one last-”

But just like that, the rage was back. Anne tore away from Delphine and stepped into Winifred’s space, jabbing a finger into her perfect pale face.

“Do not speak that way around her. She’s already frightened enough,” she whispered sharply. “Do not come into this house and suggest that he won’t recover.”

Understanding washed over Winifred, and she peered over Anne’s shoulder at the frightened daughter of a widow. Maybe Anne hadn’t only been speaking of Delphine.

“Anne,” she began, voice compassionate. “I know this isn’t fair to you. I can’t imagine what it must be like to have to be strong for Delphine. I know that you love him, and to have to watch him wither away with all your history still unresolved must be awful. Trust me, I know what’s it’s like to have regrets, but I didn’t come here today to resolve any. I came by to say goodbye to a friend, and to check up on another. You’re a stronger woman than I am, Anne Shirley Cuthbert. It’s unfair, all of it. And I’m sorry.”

Anne’s eyes were concrete, and she glared at Winifred as if she were the plague doctor delivering Typhoid directly to Gilbert. But she wasn’t. She was an old friend, one who cared for her and Gilbert very much, even if she did surface for Anne all of her tired insecurities.

“That’s not true,” Anne stated, face still hard. “If you loved someone enough, you’d do it for them. You’d see you could weather it.”

Right at that moment, a cry of agony resounded through the house from the room above. Agony and fear filled Anne’s eyes, and she looked like she might collapse into Winifred’s arms, but she heard a tiny whimper behind her.

Delphine Lacroix was shaking, frightened for her life and for her uncle’s. She wished she was in some other house where she couldn’t hear him in so much pain. It was all too much, she didn’t want to be here-

Anne knelt to the ground and wrapped Delphine in her warm arms. The little girl wept and wept into Anne’s shoulder.

“Shhh, honeybee. Remember what I said? Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” Anne soothed. “He’s going to be alright. He’s stubborn, just like us, you’ll see.”

Eventually Delphine’s tremors lessened and she pulled back. Anne kissed her forehead before rising to her feet. Behind them, Winifred’s face had grown pale.

“How long as he been like this?” she uttered quietly.

“Two weeks, getting worse by the day. The doctor says it won’t be long now.” Delphine shuddered. Long now until what? “You can’t come into the room, but you can see him from the doorway. Would that please you, Miss Rose?”

Winifred nodded, only moments away from taking it all back. For a life spent seeing sick people every day, she’d never been so frightened. Delphine took her by the hand and followed behind Anne up the hollow, rickety stairs.

Even when the door to Gilbert’s bedroom opened and released the scent of disease out into the hallway, the little girl at her side did not falter. Not when her uncle was thin and colorless under his blankets. Not when he released a groan of pain in his sleep.

Sebastian was at the young man’s side, wiping sweat from Gilbert’s brow with dark eyes. Anne took the cloth from his hands, gesturing for him to sit down across the room and rest. She leaned over Gilbert’s bedside, taking in the withering face of the man she loved beyond all measure, and bit her lips against a sob. When Anne leaned over and pressed her trembling lips to Gilbert’s forehead, a tiny tear slipped down Dellie’s cheek.

Finding her voice, Delphine began to recite a prayer she’d forgotten she knew under the softness of her breath.

“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. And where there is sadness, joy…”

Uncle Gil would always joke that her prayer saved his life - along with the heavenly favor of her mother who’d had a partiality to prayer. But he also attributed his health to the tender attentions of Anne, and when he learned she’d barely left his side in his illness, he all but dissolved into bliss.

It was in the days following the turn of Gilbert’s illness that Delphine realized just what Aunt Anne was to Gilbert, and what Gilbert was to Aunt Anne. She’d known it instinctively, realized she’d been watching them grow all along.

But if she needed any confirmation, she had it the day the weather turned warm and the rain broke away - just thirteen days after Uncle Gil’s fever broke. Dellie was walking along the outer edges of the orchard collecting flowers for the house when she saw Uncle Gil pass by a few rows over. At first, Dellie was merely delighted to see him up and walking away without swaying in dizziness. It was only when he let out a loud cry of laughter that she realized he was walking as fast as he could toward something.

Anne met him halfway, falling into his arms with a grateful cry that made all the apple blooms on the trees keen to the sound. If Gilbert had been healthier, he might’ve lifted her up and spun her around, but his muscles were still gaining their strength back and Anne seemed to be the one doing the supporting. She was glad to do it, and she showered his face and hair with kisses and tears.

In the warm Avonlea sunlight, surrounded by the apple trees Gilbert’s father had planted all those years ago, Anne took her love by the face and finished what they’d started in his parlor all those years ago. Their kiss swept the wind into the trees and birdsong into the air. It was strange to a child’s eye, but Delphine still recognized euphoria when she saw it.

1907.

Delphine could count on one hand the things she really knew about weddings. One - she knew that when Uncle Gil and Anne had their wedding, they would be husband and wife, like Momma and Dad had been. Two - she knew that Aunt Anne would wear the prettiest white dress Dellie had ever seen. Three - she knew that Anne had to have something, blue. Dellie wasn’t sure why this was, but she decided to give Anne her prized blue button, the big one that came from one of Momma’s old coats. Four - she knew that Uncle Gil and Anne weren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding. She was still trying to find a fifth thing she knew for sure, since she never trusted what the girls said at school.

That’s why when she heard Aunt Anne’s laughter on the back porch the day of the wedding, she froze in her tracks. Peering outside the window overlooking the porch, Dellie found Anne and Uncle Gil hugging against one of the beams. His face was buried in her neck, and Aunt Anne laughed with a sunny grin. Gilbert held the side of Anne’s face and pressed a kiss to her other cheek, whispering a sweet secret into her freckles. Roses flooded onto Anne’s face, but she kissed him anyways, smiling into his lips.

Delphine had seen enough. She swung the door open and tapped her foot like a parent catching a misbehaving child. Uncle Gil pulled away from his love, but kept an arm wrapped around her waist, smirking down at the stern little girl.

“Yes Delphine?”

“You aren’t supposed to see each other!” she exclaimed.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s just a superstition,” Aunt Anne explained, though Dellie’s nose crinkled at the word. “Besides, I’m here to collect you. You wanted us to get dressed together, remember? Like princesses.”

Dellie’s resolve crumbled a little as she remembered why Aunt Anne was here. She’d always wanted to watch her mother dress in all the old dresses that were left in her trunk, the hidden gems with the baby blue lace and soft fabric. Anne’s wedding dress was a lot like it, extravagant with all its elegant details and beads, and she’d been dying to see Anne get dressed in it.

“Alright,” Delphine decided eventually. “I don’t understand why you aren’t allowed to see each other anyways, so I guess it’s okay.”

By the end of the day, Delphine could fill a book with all the wonderful things she’d learned about weddings. She learned that brides sat in front of their mirrors while they did their hair, speaking the way women in love do about the future. Anne was quiet, her thoughts only on the incomparable man who was likely adjusting his tie in front his own mirror. Miss Diana and Aunt Marilla chatted as they tied Anne into her dress and adjusted the lacy skirts to perfection, but Delphine could only stare up in wonder. She felt a strange homesickness for the woman she’d grow to be, even if she couldn’t name the feeling, and ached to one day wear a wedding dress of her own.

She couldn’t explain why her throat was oddly caught as she watched Uncle Gil and Aunt Anne stand in the Blythe Orchard together. Maybe it was the way they clutched at each other’s hands, or breathed out their hellos to each other the way people said prayers. It could’ve been the birdsong in the trees that sounded just what Dellie imagined angels sounded like when they sang. With the sweet morning sun on her face, she could not be aware of her own wisdom - how somewhere in the depths of her heart, she recognized the coming together of two souls. And when Uncle Gilbert slid a glimmering golden band on to Anne’s finger, Delphine finally understood what marriage meant.

The fragrance of the sweet apple blossoms swept over Delphine’s nose as she listened intently to the reverent vow that one day she might repeat herself.

“I take you, Gilbert Blythe, matched to my intellect, proponent of my happiness, friend of my heart, to be my life mate and my husband. I promise to have you and hold you - for better, for worse as long as we both shall live.”

Uncle Gilbert repeated the words smiling so much that Delphine’s own grin split her face in two. When he pulled his bride into his arms and kissed her, cheers of jubilation sounded from their friends, family, and small Delphine, of whom no one was happier.

1908.

“I didn’t realize then that Aunt Anne would be moving into this house,” Delphine admitted to Uncle Gil as he listened to her finish her story. “I really liked going to your wedding. I wish I could go back to that day and do it all over again.”

Uncle Gilbert smiled warmly, rubbing Dellie’s shoulders affectionately.

“Me too, honeybee, me too.” Suddenly, Delphine took his cheeks into her hands and stared seriously into his face. His cheeks squished against her hands as he smiled. “What are you doing?”

“Memorizing every little detail about you so that I can write it down. Now I think I might need Aunt Anne’s help, there’s a lot of pieces of your face to know.”

“I’m sure I’d be happy to help out,” called a warm, familiar voice. Dellie dropped her hands, launched herself out of Uncle Gil’s lap, and fell into Aunt Anne’s warm hug. She loved the way Anne ran her fingers over her hair, and smiled into Anne’s apron when she felt a kiss deposited on the top of her head.

“How was your trip to Kingsport?” Dellie asked when she pulled back.

“Very productive. My publisher is quite pleased with this new draft of Averil’s Atonement, ” Anne answered nonchalantly. She turned to her side where Gilbert had wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She kissed him gently, fixing a sprig of hair in his eyes. “Hello darling.”

Gilbert slid his arm to her waist, glancing down at her flat stomach to see if there had been any growth of the baby sleeping there. It was still much too early to expect any sort of noticeable difference, but the presence of his own child in the room was delightfully distracting. He was anxious to meet the baby, to hold her and see her play with Delphine, to teach her everything he knew.

“It looked like I walked in on a serious conversation. What are you two scheming up this time?”

“Delphine has it in her head that she’d like to start practicing her prose composition. I can’t possibly begin to imagine where she learned that from.”

Anne grinned at this - this news delighting her even more than her publisher’s satisfaction.

“I want to write about your love story with Uncle Gilbert!” Delphine explained excitedly. Anne snuck a pleased glance at her husband.

“That’s my favorite story! You’ll let me be your editor, won’t you?” Anne pleaded. Dellie laughed and nodded, slightly embarrassed at her Aunt’s eagerness.

“I have to write it down first!”

Gilbert’s ears perked up at this.

“Speaking of which, give me just a moment.”

Uncle Gil hastened from the room, only to return a few moments later with something in his hands that made Dellie’s pulse quicken. She beheld the journal of caramel gold with a momentous feeling in her chest. As Gilbert handed her the journal, he knew he was handing her a world of possibilities, and an endless expanse of possibilities. She could write the mysteries of the Universe, or solve suffering with her words. When she grew older, if she wrote for real, she’d gift the world with her uncomparable spirit in a way that would cause ripples in her readers.

But for now, Gilbert thought there was nothing he’d love to read more than the story of how he fell in love through the bright eyes of his wondrous girl.

#anne with an e #anne of green gables #shirbert #awae spoilers #shirbert ff #tessa writes #please lemme know what you think!#I had fun with this one #this is also on ao3 but if i link it this won't appear in the tags #but it's there I promise!!

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soulwillower · 4 years

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🍑🎁💢💝 for my mans Richard

(slightly nsfw)

🍑— Random intimate headcanon

richie kisses your thighs all the time. it’s like bill - he loves to kiss your skin. but specifically your thighs, when he’s laying in your lap, while you’re intimate, whatever. he loves it and he loves how bashful you get :)

🎁— What kind of gifts do they like to give? What do they like receiving?

richie almost always gives you a gag gift. he does it because he’ll see something that genuinely makes him laugh that he thinks is funny and he’ll impulsively buy it and then give it to you to watch your reaction. but then, he always has one super insanely thoughtful gift, too. like he’ll hide it behind his back and then shove it at you when you’re still laughing over the gag one. he’s almost embarrassed or shy to give the nice one to you.

much like giving, he is very shy and bashful when receiving gifts. 100% he says “aw shucks” and shrugs with super red cheeks. he rly likes getting gifts from you that he can wear.... rings especially. if u get him a sweater, or a shirt, or nail polish, or anything like that he’ll literally wear it all the time and say “look what yn got me”

💢— What are some habits of theirs that would take some getting used to?

omg ok i said it in this headcanon before but richie def sings loudly in the shower. i dont think his voice is awful but it is disturbingly loud and the songs are totally original and completely incoherent.

another habit, i suppose, is not putting things like measuring cups in the dishwasher upside down, so they fill up with water instead of getting cleaned. it bothers u to no end and he always forgets haha

💝— What are their best qualities as a partner?

okay well first off, he is so devoted. like richie really has a habit of falling hard, and with that comes persistent love and affirmation from him. he’s also very slow to anger. he gets upset sometimes, mostly with himself or his reputation, but he rarely ever gets angry and he’s not very petty outside of the joke of it all. that also means incredible communication between him and his partner!! another amazing quality is his intelligence tbh... hes literally so smart and in such a humble way that it makes him a great partner. he makes you feel smart with the way he treats you, never talks down

guys i love richie so much jfc

drop a character and an emoji!

#richie tozier headcanons #i could write fucking essays on richie #soulwillower character asks

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retvenkos · 3 years

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It got deleted! Fire for the Marauders, Sherlock and SW (any era), guy preference, I'm a girl! I usually hate talking about myself and would rarely share but I'm kind and caring to people. Slytherin and proud. Bookworm who also likes movies. Hate chaos above all, I always have some kind of a schedule in my head. I analyze every detail and am a bit shy, I like being alone but don't mind people. Truly inexperienced in the romantic stuff. INTJ. A bit shy but would making jokes and sarcastic comment

Marauder Era:

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

Alright so you and Remus are the responsible friends of the group, actively bringing down the chaos levels (which, without you, would be insufferable). Together, the two of you bring some semblance of order to the Marauders lives, and trust me, it's much appreciated.

I have no doubt that the two of you met thanks to the bumbling idiot that is James Potter - you and James were paired together for a class in your first year, let's say astronomy, and he gets so behind in the class that the teacher has YOU get him back on track - something about a peer influence. Anyway, you march up to Gryffindor tower to find James and maybe,,,, I don't know,,,, get him to do his homework,,,, and he's hanging outside the portrait hole, making jokes with his friends. You try your best to be reasonable, and your just shy enough to not be rude or anything, but James and Sirius were infuriating first years and they didn't listen to you at all.

When you leave, defeated, Remus runs up after you and tells you he'll try to get James to do his Astronomy homework. You say thanks, and two weeks later, James seems to have taken whatever the brown haired boy said to heart, because he's doing his homework consistently. You decide it's high time you thank this guy for his service, and you start to write him a thank you letter (much less embarrassing than a verbal apology - this way you can't stutter over your words or anything) when you realize you don't know his name. Damn. So now you have to thank him in person, and you approach him before potions. You thank him and he's sheepish and humble about it. Then, before you leave, you make sure to ask him for his name - just in case. Remus Lupin. You tell him yours and that's the end of that.

You see him through the halls in your second and third years, and it isn't until your fourth year that the two of you have reason to speak to each other. You have Potions together, and your partners. For a whole two to three weeks the two of you are pleasant to each other but don't really talk much. Neither of you are great at starting conversations, and it isn't until you see James and Peter pull a very obvious prank on a Slytherin, and Remus cover for them that you actually have something to say to him. "You clearly just lied to the professor." "Me?" And you scoff, but all Remus says is "He doesn't know that, though. Will you keep my secret?" "Sure. Consider it part of my thanks for first year." And you don't think Remus would remember but he does.

After that, the two of you end up talking more, and your crush on the quiet, mischievous gryffindor grows. One time, you hear him arguing with Sirius, defending you, specifically, saying that not ALL slytherins are evil - you certainly aren't.

It's by fifth year that your crush is full blown, and when you have dada with the Gryffindors, you get a little sidetracked by Remus, and when a good friend of yours notices, they tease you mercilessly.

Meanwhile, the marauders are teasing Remus, because he too has a crush on you - one that makes him blush terrible and renders him tongue tied when you're nearby

One day you're walking to the quidditch pitch for the game, and your friend is teasing you terribly about your crush on Remus. You're digging your head into your scarf to hopefully hide your blush, when you run right into Remus. Your friend is quick to fall silent, but you're sure it's a little too late for that. He's no doubt heard.

But.... it's not? Or at the very least, Remus doesn't mention it, just apologizes with a bashful blush and keeps going.

Little do you know, Remus definitely heard it, and now Peter and Sirius are exasperated asking him why he didn't say anything when it was the perfect opportunity. He says it wasn't the right time! You were already thoroughly embarrassed. But now that he knows you like him back.... well, it bodes well for his confidence, which needs all the help it can get.

He approaches you one day in the library, days before the end of school. You're sitting at a table in the corner, actually relaxing for once, a favorite novel in front of you, and Remus hesitantly slides in across from you. For a long while, the two of you just read your own books, until you finish a chapter and look up at Remus. You say you have something for him - a letter, since school is ending soon. You start rambling about how you're going on a trip and it would be fun to write to eachother since you both appreciate history and you'll be going to a few museums and Remus smiles gently and says he'd love to write to you.

You smile, and Remus starts to tell you that he has the biggest crush on you, but he can't being himself to do it, so he talks about his summer plans, too.

When he gets back up to gryffindor tower he's kicking himself because he didn't tell you how he feels, but then he remembers your letter, and he decides to open it.

And in the letter, you tell him how you're almost certain that he heard your friends teasing that day before the quidditch match, when you bumped into him, but in case he didn't (or didn't believe it) you wanted to put the record straight - you like him, and you're terrible with words, so putting it in a letter is the best way you know how to tell him and not completely embarrass yourself.

And Remus runs back to the library to tell you that he got your letter and that he likes you - really likes you - back.

And hell yeah you write letters to eachother over the summer it's vvv sweet.

ANYWAY, you and Remus are a perfect match for each other I'm in love with the idea.

Sherlock:

I ship you with John Waston!

Okay, so both of you have such similar temperaments, I can really see the two of you working out.

You're both introverted, sarcastic, incredibly caring, detail oriented, and bookworms. While John isn't as scheduled as you are (how can you be with a friend like Sherlock Holmes?), he definitely sees the importance in routines and likes doing things in more practical and sensible ways.

Both of you are naturally curious, fairly versatile, and very determined, which makes for a good relationship since your traits and values match up.

I think that John would love the steadiness you being to his life - you are predictable and calm, and you're also independent and able to take care of yourself. John had a lot to worry about on the daily, so the fact that you are reliable is good for him. It allows for a lot of peace of mind.

John would be the one to bring you more in touch with your emotional side - he's a very emotional person, and also very mature. He would bring in a lot of interesting elements to the relationship - simultaneously bringing you out of your comfort zone while also validating your limits and respecting them. You would be an interesting couple to watch.

I love the idea of the two of your writing together for his blog - or you acting as a beta reader and helping him come up with names for each case. The two of you like to sneak in witty jokes and one of your favorite pastimes is seeing how many nonsensical things about Sherlock you can include.

Also! I imagine that your rational though process and your attention to detail is helpful in cases, sometimes, since Sherloxk can get so caught up in the moment and disregard certain elements that might have come in handy. Otherwise, you're great at remembering little things to put in the blog, which makes Sherlock smile.

And may I suggest..... watching movies with John Watson. For once, he is glad he doesn't have Sherlock talking in his ear, going on about the inaccuracies or about how ridiculous it all is. BUT, he finds himself telling you some of the things that Sherlock would say, and the two of you talk through the movie, chatting about what tropes you think are washed up, and what dynamics you love to death.

When you read, though, it's a different story and the two of you are quiet. John will make you a tea or coffee and you spend the day on the couch, just reading and enjoying the other's presence.

Star Wars:

I ship you with Commander Cody!

Alright, but we support clones on this blog, and commander Cody is one of the best clones.

First of all, both of you are very similar. Both of you are smart, determined, thoughtful and versatile people who would work well in sync with one another. You're not the most trusting of people, but one your loyalty is earned, it's earned for life and you would lay down your life for the other. You are both strong willed people, and yet you also carry a deep tenderness to you.

Cody absolutely loves how well read you are - he loves to listen to your stories (especially if they have a good, soft ending) and he loves the way you look at books - the little details you remember, the ideas that you hold onto. It's a great escape for him, listening to you talk about the novels you've read or listening to you read aloud. This world goes so fast and there's so much evil that he sees, so to hear something good - something slow that progresses to a happy ending - means the world to him. It's a little bit of softness he allows himself.

He also loves your shyness. He thinks it's cute, how someone so smart and strong - someone who by all means should have a healthy amount of confidence - is quiet and mostly goes under the radar. It's also a nice compliment to his more commanding presence.

You are both just humble enough to have great respect while also being just outgoing enough when you're in the right setting, and it's perfect. There's never confusion between the two of you over why you're more quiet in some places or more extroverted in others. You just understand the other.

You are also just so caring of others - Cody cared for his brothers more than anything in the world, and to find someone just as caring is good for him. He loves with his whole heart, and he's glad you do, too.

Oh, and the two of you together? The most sarcastic - the galaxy was unprepared for your combined energies, and it's been unstable ever since.

I also can't get enough of you together in the field - maybe you're a Jedi or a recruit pilot or something, but the two of you fighting together is peak. You're both smart and practical in your approach to things, and you're also very determined and ambitious - you would always have each others backs and you approach problems in the same way, so you work efficiently as well.

But, then again, the quiet moments the two of you share are pretty sweet - you force Cody into watching movies with you, and he actually gets really into them. He loves sci fi and fantasy, and he probably really likes silent films or foreign films too. Idk why, I just get the vibes.

Oh! And if you ever want a good laugh, ask Cody about the shenanigans that Obi-Wan pulls througho it the day. He gets so exasperated by all the little things that the Jedi pulls, and listening to him rant about them is very funny.

#2.5k celebration!#celebration #lxncelotships #alright but when did these just become me writing scenarios? i'm so sorry when i get an idea i just run with it

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