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harrysfolklore · 10 months

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grammy at wembley - bandmate!yn blurb

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BANDMATE!YN MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Wembley Stadium buzzed with excitement as the crowd eagerly waited for the big night to start. Feather boas, cowboy hats, pride flags and colorful signs were everywhere in sight in typical Love on Tour fashion.

Tonight was one for the history books. Harry was closing out a successful run of 4 sold out nights at Wembley Stadium, and his family, friends, colleagues and all kinds of loved ones came together to support him.

To celebrate said shows, Harry had a lot of surprises in store, including letting each of his bandmates be an opening act for a different show; and even though it took a lot of convincing, his girlfriend agreed to take part for the final night.

"I'm not sure, lovie. I mean people like what I do as your bassist but my own work? I don't know if they would like to hear that." YN said when Harry brought up the proposal.

"They would, because you're insanely talented and everyone deserves to see it."

And with a few more kisses and sweet words, YN accepted to perform and delivered an impeccable set that was loved by everyone in the stadium, specially Harry who greeted her as soon as she was off the stage and held her as he said how proud he felt.

Now, the band was getting ready to hit the stage together one final time, gathering around in a circle as they always did.

"Okay, I'm not trying to get sentimental over here," Harry spoke to his bandmates, "But these past shows wouldn't had been possible without you, so let's do it one last time for London."

"Let's go!" Pauli cheered hyping everyone, and then they were off to perform.

The evening went on filled with music, excitement and love. Harry charmed the crowd as usual and the band gave their best playing their instruments.

"I'd like to take a few second, no, not a quick second, a brief moment to introduce you to my wonderful band." Harry said into the mic and proceeded to introduce each of his bandmates, leaving his girlfriend last as usual.

"And finally, in bass and vocals, YN!" she waved out to the crowd, but surprise filled her face when instead of moving on with the next song, Harry continued speaking about her, "YN, you're not just my bandmate, you're also my girlfriend, my musical soulmate and my partner in crime," Harry said, putting a hand into his heart and making the entire audience become emotional, "Tonight is a very special night, and I want to give you something that is just as special, and celebrate with everyone here."

A trace of confusion flickered across YN's face, not sure about what Harry was about to do, she leaned closer and her voice came out in barely a whisper, "Harry what's going on? Don't tell me you're proposing becau-"

"I'm not proposing, yet," Harry interrupted her with a wink, "Just wait here."

He walked towards the side of the stage where a crew member handed her the a shinny item that YN and the rest of the crowd was yet to identify, it was when she took a proper look at the golden trophy that a wave of realization hit her body.

"No way, Harry. Is that?" YN said off the mic to him when he was next to her.

"It's your Grammy, baby. Came in the mail the other day and I decided this was the best way to give it to you," Harry shrugged, pulling her into his arms in hug, "Congratulations, bandmate."

YN pulled back to look at him, she was aware of the thousands of fans watching them but she still pulled him in for a quick kiss before speaking, "Thank you, this is magical."

Harry only pecked her forehead before speaking to the crowd again, "Give it up for YN! Grammy Award winner for her collaboration as a songwriter and producer in Harry's House!"

The audience broke down in cheers and screams as YN held her award up, and as the crowd continued to celebrate, she thought that the award not only symbolized a musical achievement, but also the strong bond she shared with Harry, one she wishes would last forever.

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mercuriians · 4 months

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hello!!! I saw that your requests were open, can I request some drabbles with Welt and Jing Yuan with an overly cautious s/o, discovering them wearing something of theirs as comfort? (ex. They catch reader out and about calmer then usual, and the after a bit realize reader is wearing an article of their clothing? (Maybe for Welt, one of his old scarves, wrapped around their neck, covering half of their face. For Jing Yuan an old long sleeve turtlekneck, that's so loose on reader that it looks like a dress)

Thank youu

✒️

breathe me in

content info — gn! reader, fluffy drabbles w/ the lovely mr. yang & jing yuan (separate!!), reader is mentioned to be a cloud knight in jing yuan's part, & a morsel of hurt/comfort if you squint.

word count — 0.9k words.

author's note — mm i liked writing this a lot! welt's been one of my favs since the start and i've grown fond of jing yuan too. i love them. thank you for being my first requester, anon!! <3

WELT YANG.

seeing as your boyfriend is, hands down, one of the most observant people you've ever come across, it's only inevitable for him to notice one particular change in your appearance. he's barely entered the parlor car when he spots some sort of brown fabric comfortably stretched across the width of your neck. the realization dawns not even a second later—that's his scarf, one of the several that have grown weathered over the limitless journeys.

still, once welt sees the serene, relaxed expression on your face, and how the stiff vigilance in your eyes has melted—that alone brings out a tiny smile from him—he comes to the conclusion that you pay no attention to the scarf's loose threads and holes. or, that you do, but you don't care about them.

finally, your eyes meet his, your lips curving into a familiar little smile of your own. he walks over to where you're sitting before taking his place next to you. "hey, baby." you greet him tenderly.

"hi, dear," welt hums. with no one else—besides pom pom of course—in the parlor car at the moment, he reaches for your hand without any trace of hesitation. his fingers, calloused yet warm, envelop yours. "i see you've found one of my old scarves. i'd honestly almost forgotten that they were still in my drawer."

"yeah, you caught me.." vaguely, you start to look bashful, your gaze drifting elsewhere, your teeth nibbling softly on your lower lip.

however, he's quick to appease your diffidence. the man says his next words with the kind of adoration that can never be faked. "it looks far better on you than it could have ever been on me."

wide with surprise, your eyes find his. "you.. you mean that?" you whisper, but your heart is already swelling with joy.

welt leans down to place a careful, meaningful kiss on your forehead. "forever and always, my love."

JING YUAN.

the present moment was likely the worst time for your clumsiness to show. just a second ago, your foot had slipped on the loose material of jing yuan's burgundy turtleneck. barely managing not to fall on your face, you stumble into your shared chambers. what really makes your cheeks burn in humiliation, however, is what happens next.

without a warning, the general of the xianzhou luofu bursts into laughter.

it's not his usual kind of laugh, either; instead of being brief, restrained, and courteous, it's prolonged, loud, and unbridled. one would almost think that he's cackling, if not for the respectable kind of individual that he happens to be.

"do my actions entertain you that much, general?" you grumble with your arms crossed, a forced, but mild anger lacing your tone.

once he hears your words, jing yuan ceases his hysterics. "why do you address me so formally, darling?" he asks, clearing his throat despite the remnants of mirth still lingering within his aureate eyes.

"maybe because you seemed unable to control your emotions a second ago," you retort. your answer doesn't even fully make sense, you're well aware, but by now the shame covers you from head to toe. you can't exactly find the effort needed to care.

still, the general maintains his appropriately perceptive nature. sensing your change in mood, he quickly and efficiently dispels all traces of amusement. he pats the vacant spot next to him. "come, sit with me."

you move to sit down next to him, your movements completely quiet except for your breathing. this time you make sure that you don't trip on your boyfriend's annoyingly long turtleneck. to jing yuan's surprise, you speak first. "i'm sure you've noticed what i'm wearing," you start, and he nods affirmatively. "i found it while i was cleaning your closet."

you look down, nervously pulling on the sleeve. "it reminded me of you, so i put it on. it.. it helps me feel normal, i guess, like i don't have to constantly put my guard up."

there's a stubborn beat of silence that ensues, and with your unease growing, you lift your head to meet jing yuan's eyes. however, your worries are futile; the look on his face tells you that he understands completely.

of course he does.

"i'm sorry for laughing earlier, my beloved." the man says earnestly. "i was just taken by surprise, especially since your steadfast caution is of another level. to put it into other words, i suppose.." jing yuan trails off, taking a moment to properly articulate his thoughts. "it makes me glad that even a strict, unwavering lieutenant of the cloud knights has their moments of humanity."

with the way your boyfriend gazes into your eyes, you're unable to do anything else but let your embarrassment slip away, subdued by what you know to be jing yuan's love. "and it makes me glad that even a general of the xianzhou has their moments of immaturity," you giggle softly. the man shakes his head, amused once again.

"i'll offer you a deal, darling. if i kiss you, perhaps, will you promise to forgive me?" jing yuan hums, his large hands already reaching out to trace the familiar hem of the turtleneck.

"i already have," you smile, but nonetheless you lean in, taking in his placating scent of cedarwood, fresh ink, and earthy leather. your eyes slide shut, lithe arms circling around your boyfriend's strong neck as your lips meet his. his fingers dip underneath your clothing, tenderly ghosting over your skin as he kisses you more deeply.

neither of you pull away for a long while.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr welt #welt x reader #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #gender neutral reader #hsr fanfic #hsr fluff #welt yang #welt fluff #jing yuan #jing yuan fluff #welt x you #jing yuan x you #hoyoverse #fanfiction #✎— ❝devon writes❞

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crystallizsch · 2 months

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Random Thought, please humor me.

SURPRISE: YUUSHA GAINS MAGIC (By absorbing the Magic around her & dealing with Overblots)! Even better, she doesn't need a Mage Stone to control it! What would Yuusha's Unique Magic be & how does she use it? How would Jamil react?

"Magic makes people feel too powerful. Too entitled."

"That is not what magic does. That's just your fear. Fear is what can't be trusted."

HELPPP anon your random thought sent me down into a rabbit hole and i was hyperfixated on this for at least a WEEK 😭

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BTW I REALLY APPRECIATE IT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS 💕💕💕

anyways i also had an agonizing realization that yuusha is somewhat twisted elsa/anna because she has:

braid in front ✅

light-colored hair streak ✅

love interest that used her for his schemes ✅

desire to connect with people bc of years of loneliness (and emotional instability) ✅

unresolved childhood trauma in general ✅

(and probably more idk, these are the ones that stand out to me at the moment)

i haven't thought about frozen for YEARS and somehow it's still haunting me.

i have a lot of mixed feelings about this realization in general but the reason i brought this up is because i ended up basing yuusha's unique magic on frozen (not the ice powers part, but more the emotions aspect since elsa's powers work based on her emotions) while also still having aspects of yuu's own personality on it.

(also I'm sorry in advance i keep on dropping random lore about yuu and jamil's dynamic that only makes sense to myself hndsfhdsj)

I'm your friend. You don't have to hide. SHOW YOURSELF.

"Show Yourself" forces the target to say what's actually on their mind as long as she touches them. Since she's not particularly powerful and skilled with her own unique magic in the beginning, it's limited to skin-to-skin contact, and it only lasts for as long as she's touching her target.

If Yuu trained it more, it doesn't have to be skin-to-skin, just as long as she makes some kind of physical contact with her target; and it could last for as long as she wants even if she is no longer making physical contact. (But the longer she keeps it up, the more blot accumulates.) Yuusha would mostly just use her unique magic to mess with people. It'll only be rare that she chooses to use it for something serious.

To add more onto how Jamil would react to these magic shenanigans: They've both agreed on not using their unique magic on each other. To do so would be a breach of trust. (Of course there would be special exceptions but generally that's their agreement.) And since Jamil is still a scheming prick (affectionate), her "Show Yourself" unique magic would be useful. Plus, Yuu would not be against using her unique magic 99% of the time since she is also aware of the usefulness of her ability. Jamil would insist on helping Yuu out on how to use her magic because there was no way she'd get the hang of it immediately. And he knows she would refuse to ask any other (capable) magician for help.

An alternate idea that I scrapped was "Let It Go" where it's essentially Yuu telling her target to let go of their (usually negative) emotions. But those feelings can't just disappear so Yuu basically absorbs them so now it's her burden to carry instead. I scrapped it because I can't settle on how it works. (But it still had angst potential so I couldn't help but draw a bit about it anyway.)

(extra rambling below about yuusha overblot thoughts if anyone's interested hdlfhjgj)

this is a brief tangent from the original question because i also thought, "hey what if she overblotted, wouldn't that be fun"

i could see the overblot going in either two ways:

yuu accidentally hurts grim (or another friend) with her magic. she’s so distraught thinking that even with magic she can't protect those who are dear to her. and so during the overblot she will not actively try to hurt anyone but instead exhausting her magic reserves in an intentional attempt at self-destruction. (yes i also see the frozen parallels shhhh)

something happens that was simply THE LAST STRAW. now she’s too pissed at everyone that she no longer cares about what happens to her or anyone else, going on a destructive rampage. which can also be considered an intentional attempt at self-destruction.

either way, basically, if she can’t go home she’s just going to take herself out and/or the school instead. the girl is not okay.

(there's actually nothing good she can home to, but she's convinced she'll be happy again if she returns. but she doesn't know that because she can't remember shit about her home. that's a separate lore dump post hgdsjfkld)

also the blot monster behind her would look something like marshmallow (elsa's snow monster from frozen) :)

(i also used to have a similar idea for yuusha. i planned to have her be immune to magic *because* she was absorbing it and she didn't realize. leading to an inevitable overblot) (but i scrapped it because yuusha became my victim for jamil x yuu stuff) (like if i can't have the excuse to have jamil use snake whisper on yuu then what is the point)

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legilimens-library · 9 months

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Ok, im having a soft moment so here we go.

Im sure Severus never had anyone cook/bake for him, give him any individual affection, or do anything that made him feel special. No one to fight for him, he's always fighting for himself, yk?

But theres that one teacher (y/n), his bestest friend, always makes him feel wanted, loved, special. And he doesn't know what to do about it, so he just keeps being his cold, sassy self, UNTILLLLLLLL one day she leaves suddenly (short leave or other, your choice!). And poor boy realizes he actually really likes being wanted and appreciated- maybe confession when y/n returns?!!

Im down bad for this man, its concerning

~anonie 🖤

I absolutely adore this prompt and I enjoyed writing this little drabble for you. I apologize that it took me so long to respond, but I’m still trying to figure out how to work with the inbox and I didn’t see it right away. But anyways, I hope you like what I wrote. 🖤

Mutual Feelings

Severus Snape x gn!Reader

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“How long do you plan to be gone?”

You were pulling your coat over your shoulders before you turned around to see Severus standing by your office desk, his brows furrowed with a sort of solemn expression as he fiddled with his hands.

For a brief moment, you thought that he might actually miss your presence while you were away. He’s never been known to show much emotion in general, but ever since you started your position as the new Herbology professor, the both of you became quite close and he couldn’t help but let his barriers down and he found himself laughing at your frivolous jokes and smiling at the thought of joining you at your office to grade assignments while jesting each other late at night. He hated to admit that you had turned him soft, but he could never bring himself to be angry with you for befriending him in the first place.

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll send you an owl once I get to my sister’s place. She’s been a little worried about our mother’s health recently, but I’m sure it’s nothing too concerning.”

As you stepped closer to Severus, he regained his posture and smiled as you looked up at him. His hands twitched, trying so desperately not to brush away the stray hairs that fell in your face. For so long, he was trying to convince himself that he had no other feelings towards you other than that of a friend, but you somehow wormed your way into his heart and all he could think of was you day in and day out. You were so kind to him, far more than he ever deserved and yet you reminded him that he was wanted, maybe even loved through your acts of kindness as you sought after his advice and even baking him cookies when you knew he needed cheering up after a long day of teaching.

“In that case, I look forward to hearing from you once you get settled. But do be careful while you’re away, I don’t know how long I can endure your students as they will most likely fail at repotting the mandrakes again.” You laugh at his words, but he does have a point. Due to the last time, one of the Ravenclaw students was a little careless when repotting his own mandrake and you ended up in the hospital wing after you fainted. Severus was unabashedly furious, but you assured him it was only an accident and there was no harm done.

“Hey, that was one time!” You slap his shoulder lightly. “Besides, I don’t think any of them would dare make a mistake while under your tutelage. But thanks again for covering for me, I appreciate you doing this.”

“Oh, if only you knew.” He chuckled lowly. “But it’s no trouble at all, and if you need any further assistance while you’re gone, I would be pleased to oblige you.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind, thank you. I best be off now though, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of my sister pestering me for being late. Goodbye, Severus.” You reach out and wrap your arms around him in a tender embrace and he surprises himself when he willingly reciprocates the hug, giving you a gentle squeeze before he reluctantly steps away.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Safe travels.” Severus only hopes that you don’t notice the small blush that tints his pale cheeks as you turn around to the fireplace in the corner. And with the flash of green flames engulfing your figure, you’re gone.

It had been a whole week since you left the castle and Severus was experiencing an inner turmoil with himself as he pushed his food around with a fork during dinner. You would usually sit next to him for every meal and he soon came to realize how much he enjoyed your company above everyone else who sat at the high table. He never thought he would ever start to harbor feelings for anyone really and yet here he was, looking somberly at the empty chair beside him. He honestly didn’t know how much longer he could bear this unwelcoming loneliness without you there to annoy him with your silly little quips and your sweet little smile that would light up the entire room whenever you greeted him. His heart flutters at the idea of potentially confessing his intentions toward you, hoping that you would share the same sentiments, but there was only one way of knowing and he was growing eager for your return.

You of course had written him several letters, you detailing how your mother was doing quite well despite your concerns and he in return described, albeit exaggerating, how your students managed to not destroy the greenhouses despite their clumsiness. He received your most recent owl only yesterday and he was delighted to see that you would be back in no less than two days time, but it seems that the hours were dragging on and on against his favor.

With a withering sigh, Severus stood to resign from the assembly of his fellow colleagues and made the long trek back to his office to continue and hopefully complete grading the towering pile of parchments that lingered on his desk. The empty hallways were too quiet for his liking as he missed the unnecessary small talk you would have had with him and it only reminded him of your absence even more. It only made his scowl grow deeper and he began to wonder what you were doing at this precise moment, but he soon found out what that answer entailed as he opened the door to his office and stepped through the threshold of the dimly lit space.

There you were as plain as day, sitting in the rickety chair behind his desk with your hands tucked under your chin and that sweet little smile upon your face that he adored so much, as if you were expecting him all along.

“Hi there,” You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him and the butterflies in your stomach only fluttered even more as he looked upon you in such surprise with those dark and twinkling eyes of his. You were hoping to get that sort of reaction and you tried with all your might to remain calm, but you were rejoicing from the inside at your little triumph.

Severus’s brain must have short circuited before he could give you a sarcastic reply in response, but you were too quick for him to keep up as you crossed the room to stand in front of him. He gazed down at you and he was entranced by your bright eyes for what seemed longer than was appropriate and he was confused by the worried look that replaced your smile he was so used to seeing all the time.

“Is something wrong, Severus?” Your voice sounded so timid and gloomy and he wanted to rectify that matter as quickly as he could to once again behold your cheerful expression.

“N-no, nothing is wrong, Y/N. I’m just surprised to see you, gladly, of course. I wasn’t expecting you for the next couple of days is all.” He wanted nothing more than to grab ahold of you and never let go in fear of you disappearing again, but he remained stoic in fear of not wanting to further upset you with any sudden actions.

“Oh, well, that’s alright. My mother kept insisting that she was fine and that I was wasting my time on being bothered over her health, so she sent me on my way and I figured I would come back early. I’m sorry if I startled you, I guess I should have let you know before I came back.”

“Don’t be, I’m just glad to see you back in one piece.” Severus then finally smiled, his posture softening for a brief moment before he tensed up again as you embraced him tightly. The familiar scent of your perfume engulfed his senses and he let out a soft sigh of content.

But before he could even think of the next action to take, he instinctively held your head against his chest and stroked your hair through his nimble fingers. You pulled away from him and he realized just how close you were to each other and froze, his arm still around your waist and his hand still grasping at your head. It was as if time stood still as he gazed at you longingly and without another thought, he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

This caught you off guard for only a second, but you were quick to reciprocate his affections and kissed him languidly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you could before you both ended the connection. Severus then rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath, the small puffs of air that fanned over your face warmed your cheeks even further than your rising blush ever could and smelled distinctly of mulled wine and something that could only be described as him. It was now a permanent addiction you would surely never get tired of.

“I-I um, was hoping to beat you to that first, but that was even better than I expected.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“You-you’re not angry with me?” Severus whispered, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

“Of course not,” You voice in a hushed tone, reaching up to cup his face and stroke at his cheek gently. “I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel about you for so long, but I was afraid you would be upset with me and it would ruin our friendship.”

He breathes a sigh of relief at your words and is overjoyed that you have the same desire for him as he does for you. He never would have known that someone would ever like him, let alone wanting to show him that he deserved to be loved in any manner after all of the heartache he has endured in the past. Yet here he was, with you in his arms as you shared more soft and sweet kisses, never wanting to part from you again.

“The feeling is mutual. But I can’t begin to tell you how delighted I am to have you here with me, just like this.” Severus sighs happily, placing a kiss atop your head as he hugs you tightly to his frame.

“Well, maybe we could go to my chambers for a nightcap and start there?” You bite your lip, still nervous with anticipation at the prospect of the Severus Snape confessing his true feelings towards you.

“I would like that very much,” Severus murmurs, taking a hold of your hand as the two of you walk down to your room like you were giddy schoolchildren once more.

#alan rickman #harry potter #severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus x y/n #severus x reader #pro snape #pro severus #fluff #legilimens library

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nogenderbee · 3 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Neuvillette's s/o making a song about him and singing it with the Melusines and other Fontaine characters?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! I did it only with melusines in the end so I hope you won't mind that!

Also omg, this is such a cute idea and I won't lie when I say my heart melted a bit just by imagining this. So hopefully you'll like it too!

Also I may've let my creativity carry me here-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

As someone who loved and even made music, you simply had to make a song about your boyfriend. You spent many days thinking of perfect way to turn your feelings into music. Untill one day... one pretty rainy day in Fontaine when you were away from your partner who had to stay at work.

You've realized that something calm and slightly melancholic but with rather lovely text would suit his appearence and your feelings perfectly!

And once you've figured it all out, you just needed to decide what instruments to include to math vibe of the song. That's when you got approached by a melusine on Fontaine streets.

"Good morning Y/N! Am I right to assume you're troubled? Do you need any help?"

"No, no, I'm fine. But thank you!"

You said rather confidently and were about to leave with last goodbye but that's when you got an amazing idea!

"Actually... can I count on your help?"

The melusine approved of your idea after brief explanation, seeing it as nice way to thank Neuvilette for his hard work. Before you knew it, you had group of melusines willing to help you out. Of course some had to decline due to work but you were still satisfied with the amount of help.

You presented to them your idea on how they can sing the melody instead of using instruments and others can be background chorus. It was kind of a love song so it was only natural for you to take the leading vocalist role as Neuvilette's partner.

You practiced with melusines almost every day for this specific moment. It was past 8pm, there was almost no one in the area and yet, Neuvilette was still on his office, dealing with work.

You just knew he was tired and what better way to get him to take a break than showing up with loveliest surprise?

You and melusines got ready, even with few papers in hand to make sure no one will mistake their text and role. It may look like a job or forcing it to some, but it really wasn't! You could see from looks on their faces that they were happy to make hydro dragon's night a bit better as well.

"And 3, 2, 1..."

You counted everyone in as you saw their ready glances. As soon as "1" was said, melusines began singing melody just like planned, so you could smoothly enter first verse with the chorus supporting your singing.

Neuvilette, upon hearing the song sang by many familiar voices, couldn't help but stop working on his paper work and get up to check what's going on outside his workplace instead.

Once he left, his expression was one of pure shock but it didn't took long for it to turn into purest smile. He noticed the group you've collected and the emotions you put in singing. Not only that, whole song just put him at ease in just a small moment. So when it ended, he clapped his hands, giving all of you small applause as smile on his face was even more evident.

"That was beautiful. Thank you everyone for surprising me with such an adorable gift."

He made sure to stay polite and thank every single melusine, even inviting them for a drink. Though at the end of the day, his eyes were set on you alone. And when it was just you and him, he made sure to give you a soft kiss, figuring the meaning and effort behind this song by now.

"Thank you for preparing all of that for me. I couldn't ask for better surprise."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge!

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prettyboybillyhargrove · 11 months

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Dacre Montgomery (‘Stranger Things’) on filming his Season 4 appearance from Australia: ‘I put everything into this moment’ [Exclusive Video Interview]

Sam Eckmann TV June 17, 2023 6:30AM

“I like to do a lot of character prep and development and sort of live in character,” explains Dacre Montgomery of his acting process. The breakout “Stranger Things” star made a surprise return to the hit Netflix series in Season 4 despite his character Billy being killed in the previous season. His appearance was brief, but it provided the actor with a unique filming opportunity and the chance to put a final touch on a role that means a great deal to him. “It’s a culmination of hundreds of hours of work and really living in character in many ways,” says Montgomery. Watch the exclusive video interview above.

The Duffer Brothers called Montgomery near the start of the global pandemic with the offer to return for some pivotal scenes with Max (Sadie Sink). “And then it became quite difficult to leave Australia,” says the actor, noting that he was stuck in his home country while the series was being filmed in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Montgomery recorded lines of dialogue for Sink to work with as she filmed in the U.S., but it became too difficult a prospect for him to join her. To his surprise, production agreed to shoot his material in Perth. “They decided to shoot the scenes in my hometown, but a sound stage of the size that they needed, with a blue screen stage, didn’t exist. So they built one just for the one scene in Western Australia, which was awesome,” he admits. The costumes, wigs, and prosthetics for Billy were flown in from across the globe, and the actor worked with a local Australian team to put it all together.

“But the strangest part of it all was I was on a blue stage,” he admits. He had a tiny earpiece playing Sink’s lines for him, but he otherwise only had a tennis ball to act opposite. The performer describes the process as “highly emotional work,” not only because of the content of the scenes, but because of his deep attachment to his character. So despite the strange circumstances, filming by himself while in and out of hotel quarantine, Montgomery “put everything into this moment.”

Because of his isolation in Oz, Montgomery reveals that he had “no real context obviously of what was happening in the rest of the season.” This includes the setup that the villain Vecna (Jamie Campbell Bower) produces an illusion of Billy as a representation of Max’s grief, and as a way to lure her into accepting death. But Montgomery had no designs on portraying a new version of the character. “I really just wanted to play Billy for Billy, and give the sort of authenticity of the character work in that space,” he explains, “There’s so much core memory there of Billy and who he is. So this sort of materialization of him, it was important for me to play the character properly rather than trying to be an offshoot.”

Viewers may also describe Billy as a villain, but Montgomery is drawn to the discovery of what lurks beneath the surface of this kind of figure. “There’s this sort of truth in a weird sick way in the mask,” he explains, “These antagonists, or perceived antagonists, are trying to cover up deep trauma. So obviously that they wear this mask that’s outwardly facing.” During his time on “Stranger Things,” he enjoyed exploring what made Billy put on his mask in order to humanize the character. Montgomery had to mine his own personal fears and demons in order to tap into this facet of Billy. That process is scary, but also cathartic. “I think working with Billy, there was three or four years, however long I was involved with the show, of catharsis,” states Montgomery.

#stranger things #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove #hes getting that emmy nominee #write that down

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domoz · 1 year

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An a/b/o mada/hika/tobi (in that order) something or other.

(Which I need you to understand, is not something I thought I'd ever be writing. But here we are.)

In this au high status alpha/omega pairs often take a beta or two into their household to act as an assistant/handmaid/servant/etc etc. which is what Hikaku is doing here.

The moment Tobirama enters the room, Madara goes stiff. At a glance nothing seems wrong, and Tobirama pauses, seemingly as surprised at the reaction as Hikaku is.

A closer look shows Madara's pupils have blown wide, which means this is probably one of those instinctual things -- what's caused it though, Hikaku isn't sure. A deep breath of his own mostly gets him a nose full of Madara's overpowering campfire scent; if Tobirama's is doing anything different he doesn't know the man well enough to tell.

It's… A little saltier, maybe? Nothing so extreme that he couldn't chalk it up to a shift in emotion --

"You're in pre-heat." Madara blurts.

Oh. Well then.

The exclamation seems to have shocked all three of them. Tobirama's lips part for a moment before his expression tightens.

"Apologies." He says, "It's earlier than usual. I did not realize."

They probably should have expected this, all things considered. Tobirama may not be a typical omega, but spending so much time in the house with the alpha he had recently married and consummated with would wreak havoc on anyone's biology. Or so Hikaku has heard.

"Well, what do you -- I mean --" Madara sputters, color rising to his cheeks, "How do you want to handle it?"

There's a brief flash of surprise across Tobirama's face, one so small it would likely be missed by someone who's not an Uchiha, but it's there. Almost like he hadn't been expected to be asked.

"…I understand that I'm expected to bear your heirs." Tobirama says at length, "But if it is an option, I would like to wait to do so until after peace is more stable."

Until he knows they won't be born right back into another war. Madara nods, lets out a slow breath of his own.

(Breaths in through his mouth, Hikaku notices, but Tobirama's scent still seems so mild, to him).

"In that case, I think it's best if Hikaku takes care of you." Madara grunts.

Hikaku feels his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, and wonders if Tobirama is looking at his clan head with a matching look of incredulity. What Madara's asking for isn't unheard of, but for a newly mated couple's first heat…

"I'm not ordering you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Madara clarifies, voice rising in pitch. His face has gone a lovely puce, but he doesn't take it back. "Either of you. Use your best judgement! But if we're trying to avoid… That, it shouldn't be me."

"…Right." Hikaku says, suddenly feeling dizzy. He's not actually ever experienced an unrelated omega's heat firsthand. He's heard plenty of stories, but all they're serving to do in this moment is leave him feeling woefully under-prepared.

But. He thinks with sudden clarity. Tobirama is hardly the kind of omega you hear about in stories. In cases like these it's best to just…

"Well then. Tobirama-san." He clears his throat and tries to fight off his own rising blush, "How do you want me to help?"

There's the twitch of an eyebrow again, the barely there surprise.

"Boil some water for tea and bring it to my rooms." Tobirama says after a moment. He hesitates where he stands in the doorway, and the silence stretches so long that it must mean that he wants to say something more, but some pride or embarrassment is stopping him.

Hikaku has already given in that he's not going to get out of this situation (this entire arrangement, really) with his pride unscathed, so he forces a smile and asks, "Would it be helpful for me to bring something that smells…" He nods at Madara, who is all but hiding behind his hair at this point. Like an alpha, he means, like Madara, like your mate.

Tobirama tilts his head in consideration, no trace of whatever had been stopping him, which meant this likely wasn't what he had been considering at all.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt." He says.

Madara gapes open mouthed for a moment before ducking his head.

"Okay. I can just…" Madara pulls off his haori, looks at it pensively for a moment before rubbing the fabric on his face and neck. Hikaku politely pretends not to notice the way Tobirama is watching with rapt attention.

Seeing as how Tobirama is across the room and how Madara appears to be entirely resistant to getting any closer, he hands the garment to Hikaku, who fights to keep himself from making a face as he folds it over his arm.

It would be a wildly inappropriate time to laugh. Still, the urge is there.

Tobirama clears his throat.

"That should be fine." He says, "You may also wish to bring a book."

He turns and flees back to his room before Hikaku can ask for clarification.

With the omega gone, Hikaku lets himself sigh. Quiet enough that it doesn't draw Madara's attention away from where Tobirama just left. He looks like he's about to vibrate out of his skin.

"…Madara-sama." He says tentatively, and those dark eyes snap to him, "Do you think you could handle a patrol, right now?"

It's one of the best ways he knows to help Madara get his instincts under control, letting him guard his territory and deem it safe. At the suggestion, his clan head all but shoots to his feet.

"Yes." Madara says, and now that the mortification has passed his voice is so low it's almost a growl. "I'm going to -- yes."

Hikaku looks down. He has plenty of reason to be blushing right now so if he is, it hardly matters. He swallows hard and reminds himself that this isn't about him.

Madara takes a step towards the front door, then another before pausing.

"…Good luck."

Madara, too, disappears out the door before Hikaku can formulate a response. With him gone, too, Hikaku groans and thumps his head against the table.

This is what you signed up for. He reminds himself, you knew this could happen.

The possibility had been there yes, but reality has him feeling so nervous that his hands are shaking when he forces himself up to boil the water for tea.

Hikaku scowls at them. Trained shinobi, and here he is getting shaky over the possibility of helping an omega through their heat. Tobirama is the omega in question, so he supposes some slack could be allowed, but still.

He only has until the water is boiling to dither around, then with another deep breath (and the room still smells mostly like Madara even now) he walks to where Tobirama is waiting for him, tea tray balanced on one hand, Madara's haori and book of poetry under the other arm-- which he's still got no clue about, but Tobirama suggested it and he's just --

He's just… Here to help, that's all.

Hands full as they are, it's awkward to rap on the door, but Hikaku manages, and also to maneuver it open when after a moment Tobirama calls, "Come in."

The pale omega is sitting cross legged on the floor, a series of tins open in front of him, the contents of which he appears to have meticulously measured and mixed together.

"You can set the tray here." Tobirama gestures to the floor in front of him, "And-- hm. You may as well put on the haori."

Hikaku does not allow himself to make a sound of surprise at that, but he knows his face must be burning scarlet.

He really, really hopes that Tobirama isn't going to ask him to pretend to be Madara. Still, he pulls the over-large garment over his shoulders and shakily falls to his knees to sit across from Tobirama.

This is not how he'd imagined he might end up with Madara's clothes on.

The herbal smell of whatever mixture Tobirama has put together is strong; it too almost overpowers the sea-salt scent of what must be the omega's pre-heat smell, and it only grows stronger when he opens the teapot and dumps it in to steep.

"I would offer you some, but I can reliably inform you that it tastes abysmal." Tobirama says without inflection. Hikaku blinks.

"I take it that it's medicinal?"

Tobirama nods.

"It helps shorten heats and lessens their symptoms, among other things."

Oh, well that's…

Hikaku feels some of the weight leave his shoulders. However this goes, he can at least take some relief in knowing it won't be as bad as it could have been.

They sit in silence as the tea steeps, and then as Tobirama pours a cup without giving Hikaku the chance to do it for him. That taken from him, all Hikaku can do is observe and try not to fidget.

Now that he's noticed it, that ocean-breeze smell is really starting to fill the room. It's not a bad scent, he decides. Objectively speaking.

When Tobirama finishes, he sets down his cup without making a sound. Hikaku forces himself to breath, to not allow himself to grow tense again, because surely that will make everything that comes next more difficult.

"My heats are usually quite mild." Tobirama says at last, "With this, I'm often able to ignore them entirely, except for how they cause others to behave. Though the fact that its come early may hint that something has changed, I don’t anticipate anything too extreme."

"…Okay." Says Hikaku, throat dry, "How do you want me to help?"

Tobirama blinks, and now that he's looking, Hikaku can see the way all of Tobirama's movement has gone just a little sluggish.

"Just…Hm. Sit on the futon, for now."

Mechanically, Hikaku nods and moves to sit at the head of the futon. It's got a few extra blankets on it, he notes, but not the huge amount he's heard to expect from a nest. Maybe this is all a utilitarian man like Tobirama needs?

Tobirama sits next to him after a moment, purses his lips.

"… Stay like that." He says.

So Hikaku does -- stays frozen in place as Tobirama all but drapes himself over Hikaku's lap, loops one arm loosely around his waist, buries his face near his side where the fabric of the haori is bunched together. The omega shifts. Gets comfortable. Sighs.

"Is it true that you can smell me in heat and not feel the instinct to do anything?"

"…Yes." Says Hikaku. He thinks so, at least, because he's still not entirely certain what people mean when they talk about having instincts like that, "When I smell you I just… Think it smells nice. That's all."

"…That seems useful." Comes Tobirama's voice after what feels like an age, muffled by fabric "To not be ruled by your urges."

"…It has it's drawbacks." Hikaku admits, "I can't tell what a stranger is feeling through scent alone, and some social cues pass me by entirely."

There's a reason betas don't often enter the world of politics, after all. Entire conversations can be had just through scent.

"Hm." Is all Tobirama has to say in response to that, and then, "If you wish to pet my hair, feel free. Otherwise, I am going to nap."

"Oh." Says Hikaku blankly. "Alright."

For the moment, at least, there is no grinding or biting or leaking like Hikaku has heard often accompanies heats. Maybe if he doesn't draw attention to it, there wont be.

This, he supposes, is why Tobirama recommended him to bring a book. Which does come in handy, because Tobirama is apparently content to lay like that for hours.

After the first, Hikaku works up the courage to run his hand through Tobirama's hair, just once. It's soft, and the man doesn't respond at all because he is well and truly asleep.

After the second, Hikaku's legs start to cramp, but he remains still. This is well within the realm discomforts he's to handle as a shinobi, after all, and less than he thought he'd be feeling today.

After the third, Tobirama rolls off of his legs and blinks up blearily at him.

"If you're invested in helping, you could consider telling Madara to stop stalking back and forth outside."

Madara was --?

Well, he had been doing it unobtrusively to anyone but one of the best sensors in the world. To have done a patrol of Uchiha lands in three hours, though… Hikaku hadn't thought him so eager to return.

He takes a moment to stretch out his legs before making for the door. When he slides it open, he's immediately hit by the smell -- not just a campfire but spicy, now too.

Hikaku hadn't recognized the change in Tobirama's smell, but he's known Madara long enough to know what he smells like going into a rut.

They should have predicted this, too. After all, his new mate had gone into heat right in front of him. Personal feelings for each other aside, it would have been more surprising if this didn't happen.

Madara freezes from where he's clearly been pacing the corridor, eyes zeroing first on Hikaku, and then on the room behind him.

This, at least, Hikaku has an idea of how to deal with.

"Hold on a moment." He says. Closes the door.

"Tobirama.-san" He turns to the omega, who has been watching the proceedings with half lidded eyes, "May I borrow one of the blankets you've been lying on?"

"Mm?" Tobirama hums, "Ah. I see."

When he pulls the blanket out from under himself, Tobirama, too, nuzzles his face into it for a moment, before holding it out to Hikaku. He's decidedly less ashamed about the whole ordeal, though whether that's because he's currently in heat, or just because he's a shameless man, Hikaku can't say.

"Thank you." He says, and doesn't bother folding the blanket, because the moment he opens the door again and holds it out to Madara, the man snatches it from him, eyes blown wide.

"Do you need anything else, Madara-sama?" He asks.

Madara doesn't even seem capable of mustering words right now. He shakes his head, and retreats down the hallway without ever turning his back to Hikaku. When he finally ducks into his own room, all Hikaku can do is shake his head and fight back a fond smile.

It's a bit like introducing two cats to each other, he thinks dryly. But it can be done.

#the vibes are like. hikaku helps them learn to communicate.#while himself being unable to communicate his own feelings #not realizing that both madara and tobirama are communicating their own feelings for him by the crazy amount of trust they give him.#naruto blog for naruto things #oops! no writing tag #madahikatobi #madara uchiha #hikaku uchiha #tobirama senju #i dont. know if want to make this a full blown story. i feel insane for already having written this much #like. i am so neutral to abo. as a concept. idk how this happened!!!!!#hand over hand over hand

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nardo-headcanons · 9 months

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Sorry for bad formatting! I’m on mobile! Also English isn’t my native tongue sry

Thanks to @seikosenju for requesting!

Short Comfort Scenarios for Madara and Tobirama!

Fluff, light angst, grief, sfw

Pronouns used: she/her

Comforting Madara Uchiha after the loss of Izuna

Madara sat on the stairway of his porch, a storm brewing around him; resembling the hurricanes he felt in his heart. Like a sweeping wave trying to throw him around like a pebble on the ocean floor. Why was he feeling that way? He wasn’t supposed to have thoughts like these. Why couldn’t he be.. normal?Raindrops were hammering on his skin. But he didn’t care. Madara felt an indescribable, agonizing feeling.

And it wasn’t because of the death of his younger brother, he was angry at himself. He had seen his cold, lifeless body being lowered into the ground. He had seen the surprise and terror on his face when he was struck by Tobirama’s deadly blow. And yet, he did not want to acknowledge what had happened. Izuna is still out there somewhere, he can’t be gone forever. Yet the only thing remaining were his eyes, now a part of his big brother.

He remembered training during a storm similar to the current one, not stopping until he had mastered that Jutsu he wanted to utilize. Izuna would then come into the muddy inner patio of the Uchiha mansion. “Madara, father says you must come inside now, it’s no use training in the rain like this” Madara ignored him, still practicing hand signs. Izuna crossed his arms. “Get inside or you’ll catch a cold, idiot!”

Now there was no one that could convince him to come inside. Anyone who tried to cheer him up was either ignored or sent away. The ones that didn’t left him sitting in the cold rain all day, as they thought, Madara had taken Izuna’s eyes by force.

He sensed someone behind him but didn’t bother to turn around. Footsteps approached him along with the sounds of raindrops falling on an umbrella. “Haven’t I made myself clear?! I don’t need anyone telling me what or how to-“ as he realized it was y/n, a girl who attended Izuna’s funeral, he fell silent.

She sat next to him, shielding him from the rain with her umbrella, shyly looking into his direction. She inhaled to talk, but when she saw Madara still focusing the ground in front of them, she ceased. Minutes, feeling like hours, were passing by. Y/n, collecting all her courage, uttered to him: “You know, everyone grieves in their own way. I just don’t want you to catch a cold, you know? Please don’t forget to take care of yourself, you deserve it!”

Madara didn’t want to admit it, but the kindness and sincerity of y/n’s words touched him deeply. It wasn’t often people aside from his little brother showed genuine care. He felt his eyes warming up, becoming hotter and hotter, filling with tears.

After an eternity of bottling up his emotions, he allowed himself to cry for the first time in a while.

Taking care of a wounded Tobirama

“It’s always those darn Uchihas..”, Tobirama groaned. After battling the Uchiha, he was deeply wounded, with every joint and muscle fiber aching. “Tell me about it”, y/n answered while tending his wounds. Her expertise in medical jutsus allowing her to heal his wounds quickly and efficiently. While Tobirama recounted to her about the battle, y/n pulled a little glass bottle of iodine solution out of her medikit. After he had finished his story, y/n smiled softly at him. “Now, this might hurt a little bit, I’m sorry” A loud groan emerged as she poured the solution over his bleeding wounds. “I’m disinfecting your wounds before healing them so you don’t have to deal with later complications”

When she used the mystic palm technique, Tobirama could feel his energy levels returning to normal. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the brief moment of closeness he had with her. Her touch was so gentle and loving, making him forget his anger and bitterness for now. After y/n bandaged him up, he got up quickly, trying to maintain his tough persona.

“Well, y/n. Thanks for your care.”

Flustered at him looking directly at her, y/n’s cheeks went a little red.

“Come see me anytime”

#naruto headcanons #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #madara uchiha #madara headcanons #uchiha #tobirama headcanons #tobirama x reader #madara x reader

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indigos-shits-and-giggles · 3 months

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(yes that is what I named the google doc I wrote this in)

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“So, like… what’s your name?”

A question Wes expects, but always dreads.

It glances up from his notebook at the man sitting opposite to it for a brief moment, squinting at his face to get a gauge for their emotions. The dishevelled, somewhat awkward seeming man appears to glance away the second their gaze meets, though Wes can’t really tell from the mop of long, curly brown hair that covers his eyes. Wes doesn’t blame them, though, it isn’t like it was ever one to enjoy eye contact either.

Besides, he can still read the stranger’s emotions just fine. It isn’t hard to pick up on his anxiety from the way they idly pick at the skin on his knuckles, or to catch onto their subtle skittishness from the way his muscles tenses slightly, as if their body is instinctively preparing to flee at the slightest motion. Though, it also notices his genuine attempt at being curious in the way their head tilts slightly towards him, trying to hear it better. And of course, Wes notices that smile; a small, awkward little half smile that holds an earnest friendliness he hasn’t seen in a lot of people, a spark of kindness it finds himself wanting to shield.

“He’s got a cute smile,” Wes thinks before it can stop himself, and it quickly glances down at his notes to hide the embarrassment that flashes on its face in a split second, trying to keep up that cold, bitter demeanour he’d forged to protect itself.

Remembering he has to actually answer the strange man’s question, it adjusts his glasses as it replies in a calm voice, “No thank you. I don’t want to give you my name.”

Wes swallows, inhaling as he braces itself for the usual responses his refusal receives; confusion, irritation, and even anger that it doesn’t want to give something as simple as a name.

“Oh,” The brown haired stranger comments after a long pause, “Well… I’m See. Just See.”

Wes blinks, surprised by how nonchalant this “See” individual seems to be. Sure, it can still pick up on their confusion without even looking at him, based on how experienced he is with this very same conversation, but he seems to decide it’s more polite to not pry and just introduces themself instead. See seems to be trying their best to navigate this conversation properly, which Wes can’t help but appreciate.

So, Wes lets the barest trace of a smile show on his face as it replies, “It’s nice to meet you, See.”

Silence follows Wes’ response, an uncomfortable silence both clearly want to fill but don’t know how to. Wes takes the time to flip to an empty page in his notebook, before writing See’s name at the top of the lined page in all-caps, taking note of anything that could be important to its private investigations. See doesn’t seem like someone that’d be relevant to his search, but it still likes to keep notes on any interesting people he meets in case it can get that one step closer to reuniting with his brother again. It’s so, so close, he can feel it, it just needs to find that one more clue, find one more thread to tie together, it always got Ridley out of messes, he HAS to—

“…why, uh, why don’t you want me to know your name?” See asks, jarring Wes from its thoughts. A feeble attempt to make conversation, to break the tense silence that had settled between them.

Wes sighs, trying to remind himself that people have perfectly benign reasons to want to know that and it shouldn’t lash out at the stranger immediately unless he’s got a good gauge on their motives. It glances up at See with a raised eyebrow, and his exhaustion from many sleepless nights causes its tone to be a bit sharper than he intends as it replies, “Because I just don’t want you to.”

The reaction Wes receives is far different from what he’s grown to expect, and it’s surprised by the sudden pang of guilt that stabs at his heart from the sight before it. Instantly, See seems to deflate, the smile on his face that’s (in Wes’ objective opinion) absolutely adorable falters for just a moment, and their face twists with sudden alarm as he quickly stammers, “I’m sorry, I didn’t.. Did I do something wrong? I promise I didn’t mean any harm, I just-”

“No, no it’s fine!” Wes hurriedly interrupts, his expression softening as it tries to reassure the jumpy man that he’s not upset. It rests his notebook down in its lap so he can see See’s face better, clearly concerned by just how panicked they seem. Trying to keep its voice steady and calm, he clarifies, “Look, you didn’t do anything wrong, promise. I just… like my privacy. A lot. So I generally don’t let people know my name.”

“Oh,” See mumbles, the second time he’d done that in the space of this single conversation, and they seem to visibly relax a little from Wes’ reassurances, “Yeah… yeah, that makes sense.”

That small half-smile returns, if slightly more tentative than before, and Wes picks up its notebook again to hide a smile of his own. The silence that follows feels a bit more comfortable, though it doesn’t last long before See hesitantly questions, “So, what can I call you, then? D’you have, like, a nickname?”

“Nobody,” Wes answers matter-of-factly, “Just call me Nobody.”

See nods for a moment, fidgeting with his green flannel shirt as they consider Wes’ words. Taking a deep breath, he remarks, “Well, I mean that, like, sounds a bit strange. Calling you ‘nobody’, I mean.”

“Well, it’s what everyone calls me.”

“That.. sounds kinda rude. I mean, like.. I mean, I don’t think you’re a nobody.”

Wes’ face hardens a little at See’s words, finding them shockingly kind for a stranger it just met. He regards the messy haired man with a little more suspicion, searching their seemingly genuine smile for a flicker of malice, but it can’t seem to find any. He finds it hard to believe it’s an honest statement with no ulterior motive, but from what Wes can tell, it’s apparently just the other man's somewhat awkward attempt to connect to it.

Still, Wes remains guarded as he snaps suddenly, exhaustion making it defensive, “If it’s my name you want, you’re not getting my name out of me by saying that. You know that, right?”

See raises his hands in a placating gesture. “No, no, I just… I thought maybe I could, like, call you something else,” they explain, nervously wringing his hands.

Wes forces himself to take a breath, noticing just how stressed it’s unintentionally making See. Trying to bite back his sarcasm, it asks, “Like what?”

“Like, uh…” See begins, idly twirling a lock of their hair around his finger.

Wes finds himself looking up from its notebook, listening to See intently despite his previous attempts to seem disinterested.

“Oh! Like.. Buddy!” See cheers, a look of sudden delight and pride on their face that feels almost infectious as Wes struggles to keep its composure.

“Buddy?” Wes repeats, trying to adjust to how the word sounds on his lips, “Why?”

See doesn’t seem to mind Wes’ confusion as he explains, “See, it- it’s like ‘Nobody’, except you’re not nobody, and like.. like, ‘body’ and ‘buddy’ sound similar, so…”

They trail off, seemingly worried that his explanation doesn’t make sense. The glow of pride on their face dims, his grin fading as they sigh softly.

“That, uh, sounds stupid when I say it out loud…” See mutters, his nerves quickly returning as they idly pick at his skin.

“I like it,” Wes blurts out without thinking, a tiny smile unknowingly slipping onto its face. “It’s cute.”

“Like you,” he adds in its head, though he makes sure to not admit that out loud.

“Well, you’re-” See starts, before their jaw snaps shut comically quickly, cutting himself off as an embarrassed blush colours their cheeks.

Wes does a double take as it clicks in its mind what exactly See was about to say, and his face warms with a light, subtle blush on its own. He stares down at its notebook, suddenly finding it hard to think of what to say, or even to think at all.

After a long pause, See clears his throat and says, “Well, I’m gonna, er… go.”

“Uh- alright,” Wes replies, cringing inside at just how awkward he sounds, “See you later, See.”

See chuckles a little, assuming Wes’ joke was intentional, even though it very much wasn’t. “Yeah, I, like, guess you will, Buddy,” they comment, giving Wes double finger guns as he nervously walks away.

Wes sighs, feeling oddly giddy as it watches See leave, reflecting on the conversation they just shared. A memory of See’s awkward, friendly little half-smile slips into his mind’s eye, and it feels its heart race slightly as his lips curl into a sappy smile.

Shaking its head to clear his mind, Wes quickly stops itself, silently cursing himself for getting so distracted. Now isn’t the time to reminisce on some guy, it was supposed to be researching right now. He doesn’t deserve to get all lovey-dovey when Ridley is still out there somewhere, if he’s even still—

Wes catches itself before he can finish that thought, swallowing hard to get rid of the sudden lump in its throat. Trying to distract himself, it turns back to his notebook, deciding it might as well start jotting down some information about See that might be useful. He examines the otherwise blank page for a moment, staring at the name of its new acquaintance for a long, long moment.

Sighing, he picks up its pencil to write his first thought down on the nearly empty paper. His pencil hovers over the space next to See’s name, before it impulsively scribbles a small heart next to it.

And then another.

And another.

#see aislin #wesley wilder #indigo's Hatchetfield ocs #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield #hatchetfield universe #starkid #team starkid #oc writing #oc fanfiction #original character #fandom oc #writing #help what do I tag this

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emerald-chaos · 1 year

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SUUHPRIIIIISE SHAWTY

I terrorized my friends with this and they inspired me to go ahead and post it. It’s the first thing I’ve written in a while—please be kind 🥺👉��👈🏼. Thank you to my loves in the group chat and to, as always, my muse @animehearteyes 🤍

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word count: ~900 words

Warnings: ANGST (sorry about that…), alcohol mention, brief and minute spoiler for the game and episode 2 of the show

“I ain’t doin’ this with you right now.” He gruffs, his teeth clenched so tightly together you’re surprised one hasn’t snapped out of his mouth.

His tone matched his hands—cold, calloused.

“So when are we gonna to do it then, Joel? Tomorrow? The day after?” Your voice got louder with each syllable you spoke.

“Or is it gonna be when I’ve been bit and I’m waitin’ to rot away into one of them fuckers, like you did to Tess?”

One of your hands wildly gestured outward toward the window. You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips but there was no going back. As much as they stung—you meant them.

This hurt had been building for years. Between moments of tangled limbs and sunshine threatening to burst out of your goddamn mouth—there was this. It’s a damn miracle this fight didn’t happen ages ago.

Joel’s head snapped toward you, nostrils flaring with each ragged breath he took. Over the years you've seen your fair share of pain—of suffering. But you’ve never seen anything quite like that look on Joel’s face.

“Don’t speak,” He started, his voice dangerously low and chilling to the core, “on something you ain’t got the slightest clue about.”

“I get it, Joel.” The hand that had been outstretched toward the window now at your side—the heaviness in your body becoming almost too much to bear.

“You’re broken. You’re fucked up. That doesn’t make you special around here, in case you haven’t noticed. And it sure as hell doesn’t give you the right to continue to hurt people because you can’t patch up that wound in your chest.”

Unmoving—Joel stood before you, chest rising and falling in time with the beat of your erratic heart. Joel never really was a man of many words—but then again, he didn’t need to be. His face always said it all.

The lines decorating his skin make him look older than he is—more worse for wear than you’ve seen him in a long time. The beard that decorates his jaw ragged—patchy in some places, the ones you always loved to kiss. On a rare occasion, you see those lines tell a different story—one of love, of laughter—but it feels like you haven’t seen them for some time now.

“You’re never gonna let me in—and you know what? I can live with that.”

For a fleeting moment you think that maybe—just maybe—you see his face fall. As though the idea of letting you walk through that door hurts more than abandoning his pride.

“But what I won’t do, Joel, what I can’t do? Is continue to let you use me when I can’t get a single fuckin’ ounce of you in return.”

There’s a small waver in your voice, a moment when it cracks and your entire body feels as though it’s on the precipice of break down.

“God.” A noise leaves your chest that you don’t quite recognize before turning on your heels and crossing the room away from him.

Your hand cupped your mouth as your eyes squeezed so tightly together that flashes of color spread across the darkness of your vision. The voice in the back of your head screams, “do not do this, do not let him see you cry.”

The silence inside the room is deafening—the drip of the leaky faucet and the squeak of the loose floorboard magnified tenfold in the quiet of the moment.

“I can’t be…who you need me to be.” The voice was low—causing a small jolt within your body as the words crept inside your mind like vines and wrapped themselves around every single part of you.

“You can’t?”

You turned toward him—eyes red rimmed and wet as you met his gaze.

“Or you won’t?”

There it was—the pang of guilt and pain that he’d been holding back this whole time, the emotions you’d been trying so damn hard to pull from him for so long. However—before Joel could speak, there was a loud pounding at your door.

Glancing toward the door, you sniffled before walking into the kitchen—rubbing your face and clearing your throat in order to pull yourself together. The last thing you needed was for somebody around here to occupy themselves in your business.

You weren’t able to see anything from where you leaned against the countertops, but you could hear that it was Tommy.

“Where the hell you been, man? You ready to go yet? I’ve been waitin’ out here in the damn cold for you for hours.”

Your eyes closed tightly once again—praying deep down inside yourself that he hadn’t heard any of your fight. Tommy was sweet, but he didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut to save his life.

Joel sighed.

“Sorry, Tommy. I-I just…” His voice trailed off.

Your heart squeezed forcefully inside your chest as you knew he was looking back toward the kitchen—looking for you.

“Uh—is everythin’ okay?” Tommy’s voice changed quickly, probably sensing the palpable tension as soon as the door opened.

The beat of silence before Joel’s answer didn’t feel nearly long enough.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s go.”

Next thing you know, the front door closes and the footsteps retreat until you can’t hear the crunching of the snow beneath the boots anymore.

It should feel good—right? Stickin’ up for yourself. Finally bringing light to this issue you’ve been dancing around with for years.

So…why doesn’t it?

Why, instead, do you feel like you’re in a room full of clickers—holdin’ your breath and prayin’ to whoever the hell that’ll listen that nobody hears you move.

You swallow harshly, all the moisture seemingly disappearing from your mouth by the passing second. Rummaging through the cabinet for a moment produces an old bottle of bourbon—you always hated the taste, but you kept it around because you knew Joel liked it.

Making your way to the bedroom, you kicked off your shoes as you went. A thud, followed by the groan of the springs inside of the mattress welcomed you in like a warm hug.

Whatever you were feeling—you decided—would be dealt with tomorrow. Hell, maybe even the day after that. You were good at putting up with shit for way too long—right?

Tonight it was just gonna be you, this bed, and a whiskey lullaby.

#joel miller #joel miller drabble #Joel miller angst #Joel miller x reader #Joel Miller x you #joel miller x y/n #Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal character #joel the last of us #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo

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arainmorn-art · 5 months

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Just binged the whole thing

Omigosh. "My Adventures with Superman" was super ADORABLE.

Never understood the apeal of a 100% Lawful Good overpowered invincible protagonist before, but now I do. I haven't even watched anything Superman-related before. Clark is such a good boy. A gentle giant struggling with his non-human strength, he went to the chess club to minimize any chances he would hurt anyone by accident. A shy polite clumsy and nerdy good boy from a good loving family wanting to protect other people and a nice girl he loves. Oh gosh, can I keep him?

The way he's animated, the detailes of his whole body language, gosh, animators did wonders with Clark's character. I adore the first part of the show before the drama, because cheeses, I haven't seen such a cute romance progression in a long time, when they both obviously like each other and they also can see it in each other. Loved it! Giggled through their romance like a schoolgirl.

I liked Lois, how both tomboyish and very feminine she is. This was so friggin' refreshing to see an energetic independant girl who is also sweet, soft, vulnerable and contradicting herself, not girlbossing relatability and feelings the hell out of any interaction these characters might have. In one moment I was displeased with her decisions, when she was hurt that Clark didn't tell her he was a Superman and told him there won't be any relationship between them because of that, it was a big "COME ON" for me, but I liked that actualy it was a product of a very girly tangled way of thinking, "You lied to me! Does it mean you were pretending to have feelings for me too?!" while crying. Yes. Yes, thank you, it was a very brief moment, but as a regular girl I felt itXD I love when emotional girls are depicted rightly: saying one thing, implying another, thinking the third, crying inside and outside how hurt she is on several levels over an idiot who hasn't thought about her feelings properly. Great stuff, approve wholeheartedly. Maybe the battle against brick-faced toxic masculinity in a female wig, oh, excuse me, Holliwood feminist never-wrong-doing girlbosses will be won someday with smart writing and kind-hearted life observations. We have a great soldier here. She also reminded me a lot of Roxana from Megamind, and I loved that girl a lot.

I'm also surprised how there were little to no of Twitter SJW-ness. Very nice. I also joked on the phone with my friend, that it felt very ironic, how there are more female villains (haven't count, but it seems like that), than male, and those angry bitches are fighting against the sweetest himbo on Earth, who is saving kittens, infants and grannies all day long. I don't think it was intentional, but in a current climate of English-speaking media - very nice.

Pacing wise, hm, with a purely comedic first part a really fast pacing was great, but on the second half with drama... eh. It felt very rushed. Also, well, as I don't know the lore behind Superman deeper than it is dispersed in the current pop-culture, I was confused with his alien origin, as it felt a lot like Invincible. I thought the whole schtick of Invincible was about, you know, the main twist, buuuuuuuuuut what's about Superman? I know it's kinda backwards to first watch Invincible then watch anything about Superman, but I had a big deja vu. Maybe I'll read some wiki about Clark, I was hella confused.

Overall great show, loved it. The strange, um, mad genius gay couple was something I wasn't expecting to laugh at so much today. And admiring anime Superman. Wow.

#I repeat #i love himbos #especially nerdy shy ones #with messy hair and adorable clumsiness #Arain reviews #my post #my adventures with superman #superman #clark kent #lois lane #lois and clark

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arcadialedger · 1 year

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Sokeefe One- Shot: The Kiss

Set during Chapter 42, this one- shot chronicles what would have happened had Sophie and Keefe not been interrupted after their confession.

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“I won’t,” she promised, tilting her chin up to steal another quick kiss.

It was only brief moment, a second-long brush of her lips against his. And yet suddenly, the world seemed new again.

It all felt… right.

Sophie pulled back, and rested her forehead against Keefe’s. His arms wrapped around her, Sophie couldn’t help but let out a laugh of contentment.

“I can’t believe it,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper, “I was so terrified when I came to find you, I thought for sure I was about to get rejected.”

Keefe’s lips curled into an amused smirk, “You really thought that? Foster, I told you how I felt in my letter, thinking I’d never see you again. When you showed up in London, I was so happy, but also… terrified. Terrified because you knew, and I couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Even now it’s still unsettling. I thought you still… didn’t think of me that way.”

Sophie winced at the unspoken words.

I thought you still liked Fitz.

“Fitz and I were a disaster, because it wasn’t meant to be,” Sophie spoke out loud, as she came to the realization, “It was just a silly crush. But when I realized how much I cared about you, after you left, it was… different. Overwhelming, to be honest. Ugh, and Ro was rooming with me when it happened. She had a field day with that.”

Keefe let out a laugh, “Let me guess, The Great Foster Oblivion?”

“The Great Foster Oblivion,” Sophie agreed, “but luckily, it’s over. And I’m… sort of loving the results now that it is.”

Sophie stepped back and laced her fingers with Keefe’s once more. To her surprise, Keefe blushed slightly. She had to remind herself that Keefe wasn’t as entirely as confident as he let on. He’d thought she didn’t like him, had dealt with her crush on Fitz.

Had all of the teasing, all of the flirting, been a… coping mechanism to deal with the hurt? Her mind flashed back to her Cognate session with Fitz, etched into the green notebook for “the hard stuff.”

“So am I,” Keefe declared, “To be honest, I’m kind of in shock. And kind of glad you talked to me while my Empathy is messed up.”

Sophie’s brow scrunched in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that— had he been able to tell, this would have been a lot easier.

“It forced you to come to me,” Keefe explained with a smile, “Forced this to be genuine. Not just me reading your emotions.”

Oh.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Sophie agreed, “But I promise, we are going to get your Empathy fixed. We are going to get through this. And then you’ll be able to feel how I feel so intensely it’ll probably make you sick,” Sophie grimaced with embarrassment.

“Trust me,” Keefe gave her hand a squeeze, “It won’t be half as much as what I feel for you.”

Sophie let out a breath.

“Really? All this time?”

Keefe nodded, “All this time. I just had to wait for you, and… hope.”

Sophie felt tempted to say sorry, but stopped herself. In the end, she had nothing to be sorry for. She’d taken the time to sort out her feelings, and had come to the best conclusion.

And now here she was, fingers intwined with this beautiful, brilliant boy. This boy who made her laugh and cry and smile and feel.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment,” she concluded, as she stepped forward and rested her head on his shoulder.

Keefe leaned into the embrace, and immediately their breaths seemed to sync together.

“No regrets?” Sophie asked this time.

“Absolutely none,” Keefe whispered.

Sophie could have stood there forever, hand in his, head on his shoulder. However, through the glen, Sophie could see the sun beginning to set. Grady and Edaline would start wondering where she was.

Keefe must have come to the same conclusion, as he kept her hand in his and started to lead her out of the glen.

“Need to lean on me again for balance?” He teased.

Sophie only took it as an excuse to lean into him more, and tuck herself under his cape.

Keefe laughed— the sound like ringing silver bells in her ears.

For a few minutes, they just walked in silence along the pastures that way. The night was bitter and cold, but Sophie thought she had never felt warmer, never felt happier.

Slowly, Havenfield came into view, and Sophie untucked herself from Keefe’s cape.

“Just in case Grady or Edaline see us,” Sophie explained, her face flushing at the thought, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk to them about… this.”

Keefe bit his lip, “Yeah… to be honest I’m a little scared for my session with Grady when he finds out. I mean, talk about awkward.”

Sophie chuckled, “We’ll cross that bridge when we’re ready. With our friends too.”

The same worries Sophie had in her room after Ro left, before Keefe came home, came rushing back into her head.

How Fitz would react. How Biana would handle this, after years of having a crush on Keefe. It seemed like she had gotten over it long ago, but it still made things.. tricky. And Dex…

Well, given Dex’s feelings towards the Vackers, and his newfound friendship with Keefe, Dex would probably be thrilled, if Sophie was being honest.

“When we’re ready,” Sophie declared. Keefe nodded in agreement.

Without another word, Keefe let go of her hand, and blew her a kiss goodbye, before turning away into the orange and pink tinted horizon.

Sophie let out a breath, and held her hand to her heart, the warm tingle of Keefe’s presence still there.

In that moment, the entire reality of what had just happened, the entire rush, fell over her. And all of the sudden, Sophie felt as though she could cry with happiness.

She had done it. She had been brave. And if this was the outcome, she was going to be brave a whole lot more often.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #stellarlune #kotlc stellarlune #stellarlune spoilers #sokeefe fanfic #kotlc fanfic #shannon messenger #the arcadia ledger

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redskull199987 · 1 year

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Lucky Charm

Max Verstappen x male!reader Request

Word count:1.1k

Warnings: making out, alcohol, don't drink and drive ya'll

Summary: after meeting Max for the first time, when you were still children, you finally meet him again at the one race, where he could win it all...

Requested by Hideto-san on Wattpad

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I remembered it perfectly. The first time I met him. Max Verstappen. We were both young back then. He probably didn't even remember, but I did. Max already showed Talent back in his days of Karting. I was nothing against him, I don't remember one day where he wasn't showing brilliance. So, while Max went into Formula 1 and joined the Red Bull Racing team as a Driver, I joined the Team as a PR assistant. And I liked my job, even though I rarely got to see any of the drivers.

But today was a big day. It was the Japanese GP, Max could make it today, he could win his second title. Everyone was excited, but no one let it show. The team seemed as cool as ever. I was glad that I could be able to be at the Red Bull Garage today.

But it was still time, until the race started, so I walked around the paddock a little bit. As always, it was full of all different kinds of people, mechanics, drivers, journalists, celebrities. Pretty much every kind of person could be found here.

"Y/N?"

I turned around, as I heard my name. I smiled, as I realized who it was.

"Daniel!", I answered, while the Australian pulled me into a brief hug.

"How have you been, mate?", he asked while patting my shoulder.

"Oh you know, there are always ups and downs, but I love my job and I wouldn't change it for the world", I grinned, as we walked around the paddock together.

"Oh, I agree on that", Danny nodded.

"How's Max? He must be excited for today", He added.

"Oh yeah, but he doesn't show it, you know how he is.", I agreed.

Danny smiled at that, before pointing his finger at someone behind me.

"Speaking of the devil...", he smiled.

I turned around. And Daniel was right. There he was, none other than Max Verstappen himself. He seemed to notice that we were looking at him, as a smile rose to his features and he walked over to us.

"Hey mate", Danny smiled and gave Max a small hug.

"Hey, Danny", he replied, before looking at me.

"Nice to see you, Y/N", Max smiled.

To be honest, I was surprised that he remembered my name. After all, he had a pretty busy schedule and the Red Bull had lots of PR people.

"Pleasure", I answered.

While walking down the paddock together, the three of us started to chat away about anything and everything and as it was time for Danny and Max to get into the cars, I gave both of them a hug and wished them good luck, especially Max though. He could win today, after all.

"Thank you", Max smiled and looked at me,"Maybe you're gonna be my Lucky charm."

I was perplexed for a moment, until I realized what he just said.

"Uh, I hope so.", I replied awkwardly, but Max only smiled and nodded at me, before making his way towards his car.

What had just happened? Did he flirt with me? No, that's impossible! But, what else could it mean?

I was so perplexed, that I almost walked into Christian Horner on my way to the garage. I apologize quickly, before finding my seat and settling down quietly. Now, it was time to race. Hopefully, Max would make it...

I couldn't believe it. He won. He actually won. Max Verstappen was the World Champion of 2022. The shouting and screaming of the Red Bull team was incredible, as everyone waited for him, to get out of his car and jump into the teams' arms.

I watched in delight, as he hugged his mechanics and Christian. Everyone was laughing, crying, smiling. It was a roller-coaster of emotions.

After a few minutes, Max seemed to notice me. I smiled and waved at him, as he came over. He leaned forward and pulled me into a hug. My cheek pressed against his helmet and he hugged me wildly.

"You really are a lucky charm!", Max laughed and patted my shoulder. I felt the redness creep onto my cheeks, as I smiled at him sheepishly.

"Anytime.", I smiled. I watched, as Max eyes started to glow under his helmet.

"From now on, you're coming to every race", He smiled.

"I would love too", I chuckled.

Max turned around briefly, as he was called to weighting.

"I'll see you after the award ceremony", he smiled and hugged me again, before walking away. I smiled at him. He actually did it. He actually won. And he still seemed so humble. It was unbelievable.

A few hours later, everyone had calmed down again a little bit. People were indeed celebrating Max' win and you rarely saw anyone without a alcoholic beverage in their hand.

I was talking to Danny, who I had walked into again earlier. He congratulated me on the win for the team and somehow, we ended up in an endless conversation again.

"Y/N"

"He seems to 'run into you' pretty often today", Danny mumbled, as we heard Max' voice coming closer to us.

I grinned at his comment, the alcohol in my system made me a little bit more confident.

"Hey Max", I smiled and turned around, as the World Champion finally reached us.

"Hy", He said. Daniel immediately seemed to understand the situation, as he excused himself, so that Max and I were left alone.

"I just wanted to thank you again", Max said, while leaning closer, due to the noise around us.

"Like I said, I'm always at your service", I smiled at him.

A grin rose to Max features, as he leaned even closer. I could hear his voice right next to my ear.

"Always?", he whispered.

I looked at him. He was so close, I could smell the alcohol coming from his lips.

I only nodded, not sure if I could form a coherent sentence.

"Say Stop and I'll stop.", Max mumbled, before he started kissing my neck.

My eyes closed, as I felt him pull my closer by my wrist. His lips felt hot on my skin and it didn't take him long to find my sweat spot. A small moan left my lips, as I felt how he left a small hickey.

Max looked back up at me. His eyes seemed to sparkle with desire. It was something, I had never seen before. It was like his whole personality changed at once.

"How about we go to my hotel room?", Max asked.

"Really? You wanna leave your own party?", I chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind", he grinned.

"Me neither.", I smiled and grabbed his hand,"I'd like to be your lucky charm."

"Oh don't worry", May smiled as we walked over to his car, "You already are."

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vernblr · 2 years

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Strawberry Blonde

Summary: You and Hansol have been friends since the beginning, nothing could get in between you. Well, except maybe the enormous crush you've had on him for years. But maybe, just maybe, in your wildest dreams, he liked you too.

WC: 3.6k

Childhood friends to lovers, college au, idiots in love (kind of), with a small sprinkle of fake dating for a family wedding

A/N: this is based off both the song by Mitski and a wonderful gif set @woozi made for me here

taglist (please let me know if you didn't want to be on it): @spookyeomie @idyllic-ghost @flowerwonu @onlymingyus

0: a bed in your shape

It’s always been life’s simplest things that made you the happiest. Lying down in a cool patch of grass, feeling it tickle your face as the clouds passed by, that was what made you happy. Well, not everything. What made you the happiest was your best friend lying next to you, absently pointing out shapes as they flew by. It was no secret that you and Hansol were close, the best of best friends who were practically joined at the hip. What was a secret was the true nature of your feelings for him, your love for him had another layer on top of being his childhood best friend and it terrified you. You tried to let your worries go, allow them to flutter away with the breeze, but it’s hard when your elbow grazes against his and his voice floats in your ears. It's not a moment later when he gets up, oblivious to your plight, and goes off to retrieve something from his car. You stare at his retreating figure and the mark he left in the grass, and you ached.

1: look at you, strawberry blond

You don’t see him again for at least a couple of days after you both left, his eyes shining with things unsaid and your heart sinking in your chest like a rock. It’s hard to keep track of the days when the haze of summer fills your senses, but you don’t have to wonder when you’ll see him again for long. He shows up at your house quietly, nestled in between the cushions of the old couch in your living room as if he had lived there just as long as you have. And as far as you were concerned, he did. That didn’t surprise you, though the new color of his hair certainly did. Gone was the familiar dark brown, now replaced with a soft orangey color.

“So, what’s with the sudden new hair color?” You asked, not taking your eyes off his hair.

He shrugged noncommittally, looking around the room for your TV remote instead. “Just wanted to dye it now that we don’t have any dumb high school rules telling me I can’t.”

You blinked in surprise, huffing lightly before plopping down on the couch next to him. “Well, I guess that’s certainly one way to celebrate graduating.”

He only snorts in agreement as you lean into him to inspect his hair further.

“Strawberry blond…” You murmured to yourself, twirling a lock of his hair between your fingers as you tucked yourself into his side.

He hummed a question at you, and you started, not expecting him to have heard you.

“Oh, your hair. The color’s called strawberry blond.” You explain awkwardly.

“That’s the name of it? But it’s not even red.”

You shrugged. “Eh, some people say it’s red, some say it’s orange, they’ll split hairs over anything. I just know that’s the name of it. It suits you though.”

Vernon flushed slightly, shyly glancing away as a self conscious smile spread across his face. And as he looked away for that brief moment, your heart squeezed in your chest with overwhelming fondness. Paying it no mind, you wordlessly hand him the TV remote he was looking for so he can open up your streaming service and judge your taste in shows again. As you settle further into his side, ready to watch the next episode of a show you’ve both been meaning to catch up on, you hear a quiet ‘thank you’ whispered next to you. If he wasn’t so close to you, you think you might’ve cried.

2: follow the white lines

You knew it wouldn’t last forever, this delicate peace. You lived in a bubble, a thin shell woven from your own emotions, and you knew it. Though that didn’t make it hurt any less when it finally burst. You had to be rational about this, you couldn’t hold onto him forever because he was his own person and not yours. Even if a dark voice whispered in the back of your head, tempting you to make Hansol yours forever, you wouldn’t do that to him. His happiness meant just as much as yours, he deserved to find it too. Even if it meant leaving you.

It was during one of your drives together that he first told you he loved someone that wasn’t you. You could recount the day with crystal clarity; it was hard to forget the way the late afternoon sun stained everything gold, and his hair was set alight with it. Looking at him was like staring into the sun, radiant but painful, and so you didn’t. Instead, you focused on the road ahead of you, feigning focus as he continued to talk about this crush of his. You held the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip as you peered into the sunlight, and you ached.

3: because i love you

Perhaps going to college with Hansol was a bad idea, now that you think about it. It seemed fun at first, and only natural for both of you. Who wouldn’t want to go to college with their best friend? You wouldn’t tell him that though, because he would ask. ‘What changed?’ Well, you did. But it wasn’t his fault and it wouldn’t be fair to him, so you swallow down the bitterness with a smile as you critique his overwhelming lack of date appropriate clothes.

“Not everyone’s going to see the appeal of your tie dye shirt and beanie collections, Sol.” You griped at him lightheartedly, chucking a striped beanie at him.

His face scrunched adorably as it hit him on the side of his face, and he tossed it back at you.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ve heard it all before, it’s not my fault you don’t understand my sense of fashion. But please help me, you’re the only one I can trust with this.”

Your heart fluttered at his admission, so you sighed and finally got off your perch on his bed as you rifled through his closet for something that wasn’t spiral patterned.

Half an hour and 3 different debates later, you both finally settle on an outfit that didn’t suck (your words, not his). As a sort of payment, you pluck up one of his beanies and stick it on your head before heading out.

“Hey, that’s mine!” he shouts, reaching to grab it.

Laughing, you merely duck under his reach and backpedal away from him. “Sorry, if you won’t pay me actual money to be your fashion consultant then this is close enough. Besides, it’s getting colder and I don’t have any good hats.”

Hansol rolls his eyes. “This is why I tell you having a bunch of beanies is a good thing.”

You shrug. “Why would I get my own when you have enough for the both of us? Anyway, you should get ready for your date. Isn’t it at 6?”

Eyes wide, Hansol curses and rushes back inside, shouting a quick thank you at you before you leave.

Rolling your eyes fondly, you head back to your dorm room. Despite the yellow beanie keeping you warm, you can’t help but feel colder than you were before.

4: i don’t need proof

In all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect. Hansol was always an odd one, his mind working in ways that you didn’t ever fully understand despite how long you’ve known him for. You didn’t mind, you thought it was part of his charm. But it felt out of pocket even for him to suggest a fake date.

He brought it up to you during one of your late night movie binges, huddled in his bed together as your faces were illuminated only by the light of your laptop.

“Hey, an aunt of mine is having a wedding next weekend, wanna come as my date?” He spoke suddenly, turning to you expectantly.

What you did was choke on the sip of water you were attempting to drink, spluttering and getting water all over his sheets.

He hurriedly grabbed the bottle from your hands, roughly clapping you on the back as you wheezed for air.

“Jesus Christ, Hansol! You can’t just say that out of the blue like that!” You croaked, grasping blindly for your bottle again.

He merely quirked an eyebrow at you while giving your bottle back, brushing the excess off his blanket. “Why not? You know how she is, she’s going to try to set me up with someone at her own wedding otherwise and you know it. Besides, you’re basically family anyways, it wouldn’t be weird to bring you.”

You took another long sip, contemplating your choices. Hansol’s aunt was, no offense, a busybody who loved to stick her nose in other people’s businesses, so he was right on the money for that. You definitely didn’t want him to be stuck at something like that, at least not alone. Imagining Hansol frantically dodging his aunt’s meddling ways in a stuffy suit made you giggle internally. He would be so out of his element there that you felt bad for him. Nah, you wouldn’t abandon him like that. Besides, you got free food out of it and you weren’t busy that weekend anyways.

“Didn’t you go out on a date with someone recently, why don’t you bring them?” You asked suspiciously. Maybe you were a little jealous but you wouldn’t let it affect you. Much.

He shrugged again. “Eh, it didn’t work out. And even if it did, I feel kinda weird bringing them to a wedding with me. It sounds like I’m rushing or something.”

You nodded sagely, drinking from your bottle again. “You didn’t have to call this a fake date or whatever though, you know. You could’ve just called me your plus one like a normal person.”

Hansol flushed and scratched the back awkwardly, and you grinned cheekily at him. Even if this was going to mess with your feelings in all sorts of ways, you couldn’t let go of the chance to tease him. He merely shrugged and mumbled about not thinking about it before reaching over to grab your laptop that had managed to slide to the end of his bed in all the commotion. The movie proved to be a good distraction from your feelings, you didn’t want to think about either the elation you felt about being chosen over the person he went on a date with or the ensuing guilt that came from being this happy about it.

Laying down in the same bed with him hours later, his soft breathing filling the room as you stared blankly at the ceiling, you realized something. He never properly answered your question. That and the mental image of him wearing a suit made your heart squeeze, and the combination of the two nearly left you breathless. It was decided. You were very much screwed.

5: i love it when you look my way

At this point you really should’ve expected half the things coming your way by doing this. If fumbling around to find matching outfits wasn’t a strong enough indicator that all of this was ridiculous, then Sofia’s smirk at you certainly was. You scowled at her in response, silently willing her not to open her mouth and say anything. She didn’t, but the Cheshire grin on her face only seemed to grow impossibly larger. Ok so maybe being more emotionally aware than Hansol was a really low bar, but Sofia’s always been on your case about your crush. You didn’t need to worry quite yet, as being in close proximity to Hansol meant that you also had dirt on his sister. Lots of it. You’ve known her just as long as you knew her brother, and that meant you knew plenty about her even if you weren’t the closest with her.

“So.” She started, a conspiring look in her eye. “You’re here to be my brother’s fake date huh?”

You shot her a glare in return. “I’m here as his plus one, don’t you even start with this here-”

You cut yourself off with a bright smile as the bride came your way, looking absolutely radiant in her elegant gown with flowers in her hair. For about half a second, you let yourself believe that maybe she wasn’t as bad as you thought she was. Until she squished your cheeks together, her engagement ring digging painfully into your face.

“Look at you,” She cooed at you. “All grown up now, and in college too! Oh, how fast kids grow up.”

She looks over your attire, and over to Hansol who was playing with his younger cousins. “It’s so good of you to finally date Hansol, we’ve all been waiting for it.”

You froze up, mind racing through a thousand different thoughts all at once. Wait, he liked you? The utter confusion (and, if you were willing to admit it, terror) on your face must’ve betrayed your thoughts because she reached up to cup your face again and patted it lovingly.

“Didn't you realize it before? The boy’s looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky since you were children. Hm, explains why it took you both so long to date. Better late than never, we aren’t getting any younger here.” She mused to herself, a fond smile on her face.

Soon the music came on, cueing her to smooth out her dress and send you one last smile over her shoulder before heading up towards the altar. You smiled weakly in response, heading to your own seat in a haze.

You couldn’t help but turn the words over in your head on loop as the ceremony proceeded, you felt like your bones were made of lead and you moved on autopilot as the shock clouded your senses. Vernon could see that you were out of it, placing a hand on your knee and squeezing lightly to reassure you. He shot you a worried glance out of the corner of your eye, and you nodded once in response. You… you would deal with this later. Not at a wedding, in front of tons of people with even more prying eyes and ears.

Vernon stayed by your side as the ceremony came to an end, the deafening thump of the music playing on the dance floor a perfect parallel to the beating of your heart.

“Hey, are you okay?” He practically yelled in your ear, his breath tickling it.

“I’m fine, I’m just not good with formal stuff like this.” You yelled back. That wasn’t quite a lie, but that wasn’t why you were feeling off.

“Do you want to get out of here? I can just tell the others that you’re not feeling well, we can just hang out at my house since my sister and parents will probably stay the whole time.”

“We should still wish your aunt congratulations though before we leave, it would be rude of us to just go without saying anything.”

He nodded at you instead of saying anything else, taking your hand and smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand as he led you away from the commotion.

You gave your goodbyes to Hansol’s family and his aunt, who swept you both up in a fierce hug that knocked the breath out of you before heading out. You deliberately chose to ignore the gleam in his aunt’s eye before you left, the light breeze soothing you like a balm after being stuck in a room filled with people all night. Hansol kept your hand in his as you walked to his car together, knowing how much you hated walking in your stiff fancy shoes at night in fear of tripping over yourself. Maybe he did love you as much as you loved him, and the thought of it made your heart flutter. Fear still lingered beneath the elation, the chance that he didn’t love you that way still lingered in his mind.

The drive back to his house was a silent one, but not uncomfortable. He was content to drive home in silence, oblivious to the thoughts swirling around in your mind as you leaned your head against the window. You cherished his friendship too much to ruin it, the fear of ruining what you had together was the reason why you kept all your feelings to yourself for so long. But now, there was a chance. A faint glimmer of one at best though, should you really take his aunt’s words to heart? Damn, you should’ve grilled his sister for details about his feelings when you had the chance, but there was no moment like the present. You would do it, you would confirm once and for all whether or not he loved you as something besides a friend.

You took a deep breath as his car rolled up to his driveway, trying to steady your nerves. You stopped him as he was about to put his house key in the lock, staring at you inquisitively at how nervous you looked.

“Can we talk for a moment?” You asked, piquing his curiosity more. You took another deep breath, the chill of the night biting at your bones now instead of refreshing you. “Your aunt told me that you had been in love with me since we were kids, is that true?”

Hansol’s eyes widened, gulping visibly at being called out so blatantly. Unsure of the steadiness of his voice, he only nodded at you. Your chest swelled with years of hidden affection as you pulled him to you by the lapels of his blazer and kissed him as hard as you could, threading your hands through his hair. His hands scrambled for purchase against you, before settling on your waist and pulling you closer too. Nothing in any book you had ever read would be enough to prepare you for the way you felt. Sparks didn’t fly and fireworks didn’t burst in your head, but they didn’t need to. Everything just felt right, like it was meant to be. It was cold outside and your teeth were clicking against each other and the gel in his strawberry blond hair was sticking to your hands and you were quite literally kissing on his front step for everyone to see, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered to you in this moment but this, and it was a glorious thing. Even as you broke away for air, foreheads touching as you both panted for air, the smiles on your faces was enough confirmation for the way you felt. Hansol hugged you tightly, dotting your face with little kisses and chuckling at the way you scrunched up your face at him. Neither of you want this to end, this feeling. Something changed fundamentally between you, but it changed in a way that you had only dreamed about. When a particularly strong gust of wind sends bouts of shivers down your spine, he gently takes your hand and leads you into his house, same as always. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

6: a life in your shape

You sat curled up on his bed with him again, watching yet another movie on your laptop. You leaned against his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt him chuckle beneath you as you watched a wedding scene in the movie, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and side eye him.

“What’s so funny about this? Nothing is happening here.” You say slowly, suspicion coloring your voice.

“Nothing.” He replies. “It just reminds me of the fact that you literally kissed me on my front step the night of my aunt’s wedding. What a way to steal the show.” He chuckles harder at the way you flush, hiding your face in the sweatshirt you stole from him.

His chuckles become a full blown laugh when you continue to hide your face in the sweater, pausing the movie to hug you closer and kiss the crown of your head.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that embarrassing.” He teased, tugging at the collar to pepper your still warm face with tiny kisses. “It gives us a funny story to tell if we ever get married, doesn’t it?” “Hansol!” You shrieked, even more embarrassed now.

His laugh continued to fill the room until you turned around and started hitting him with the pillow beside you, replacing it with half hearted pleas for mercy as you continued to assault him with it. Once you had let out all your aggression (and half the stuffing in the pillow), you sulked against him as you continued watching the movie, knowing he was smirking to himself at your reaction. Whatever remained of your anger soon faded as well as you both giggled incessantly at the odd voice the minister spoke in, falling over yourselves in laughter as you competed to make the most ridiculous exaggeration of his voice that you could. The embrace he held you in tightened ever so slightly as you watched the two main characters kiss, and you leaned up to him to lightly peck him on the lips. He smiled against your lips, grateful for the way you knew him so well without having to say anything. Neither of you said anything as the end of the movie played out, and you didn’t have to. You didn’t need any kind of movie-perfect ending, but with Hansol at your side you felt that this was as good as it gets.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #vernon #vernon imagines #if you know what movie i'm referencing in the last part i'm aggressively shaking your hand

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