#awae headcannons

[luvrblythe]

thank heavens for the rain || gilbert blythe x reader

how gilbert blythe would react to you wearing his clothes

this was meant to be another one of those headcannon thingies, but i got carried away and it turned into a one-shot.. oops

— let's say it’s been a rainy week

— like really really rainy

— it has been pouring every night for the past few days

— not that you were complaining, you love the rain

— this morning you woke up to the after smell of another rainy night

— your front yard looked like something out of a fairytale

— you couldn’t resist, so ofc you went to play outside

— originally you planned to stay nearby your house incase it started raining again

— but you got distracted and ended up wandering around

— you made your way to the woods, past the ruins of the story club (w.r.i.t.), then you found yourself in the all too familiar orchard of your one and only

— you should’ve gone home hours ago, seeing as the clouds were no longer letting the sun through

— but you were just so engrossed in the beauty of nature that you didn’t notice the painfully obvious warnings

— then you felt a cold wet drop of water on your arm while you were spinning in place

— uh oh

— you looked up, holding your hand out to feel the rain

— the sound of the raindrops got louder, faster, and stronger

— you giggled to yourself before BOLTING towards the house you’ve been in hundreds of times before

— meanwhile inside the house, gilbert was just about to start making himself some oatmeal when he heard frantic knocking

— he was confused as to why someone was knocking on his door with this weather

— despite being confused, he went to see who it was, and to his surprise, you were standing on his porch, soaking wet, but smiling nonetheless

— “oh my god, y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile sprouting on his face when you started giggling again

— you looked beautiful, raindrops trickling down your skin, wet hair framing your face, while your arms hugged yourself as you shivered lightly

— he just wanted to scoop you up in his arms and hide you from the rest of the world for all eternity

— “hi! i um— i got wet.” you sheepishly explained, smiling down at your boots

— “i can see that.” he chuckled as you looked at him with bright eyes expectantly

— he sighed, but not the annoyed kind, “come in— but take your boots off!”

— you made your way inside his house, sighing at the familiar scent of his home

— “let's get you some dry clothes, yeah?” 

— he led you up to his bedroom with a hand on your back, slightly cringing at the cold. how were you still smiling?

— he gave you a towel and a some of his own clothes, then went downstairs to give you time to change and to make you both some tea

— when you were all done, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed happily

— his clothes were way bigger on you, and his sleeves went past your wrist and showed only your fingertips

— you gave yourself a little spin, bringing his shirt to your nose and closing your eyes at the comforting scent of your beloved

— you went downstairs once you were done, and saw gilbert setting up the table

— “hi sweetheart, you want– some– tea..?” he trailed off as he turned around to look at you

— holy. fucking. shit.

— he never thought seeing you in his clothes would have such a big impact on him

— but now he never wants you to take them off

— thank heavens for the rain

— “hi, gil! this looks so good!” it was just oatmeal, but he made it, so..

— HE COULD NOT STOP STARING AT YOU OMFG

— “yeah! yeah, i-i made some– for- for um–”

— bless him

— you two ate your oatmeal as he listened to you ramble about your little adventure today

— he kept having to snap himself out of it bc ughhhh why did you have to look so beautiful???

— you in his clothes just seemed so.. right

— after you finished your food the both of you ended up in the parlor 

— you were tucked to his side, hand on his chest with his arm around you, rubbing up and down your upper arm as you snuggled further into his body

— he chuckled at your movements and pulled the blanket further up your bodies

— he kissed your head, letting his lips linger on your hair for a little longer than usual

— you two spent your afternoon in each other’s embrace, while gilbert read to you your favorite book

— in that moment he decided that this was the life he wanted. a life with you is what he wanted.

#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fluff #awae #anne with an e #awae imagine #awae headcannons #awae fanfiction #awae fanfic

[a-aexotic]

hh sorry to bother you!! if requests are closed or you don't wanna write this you can delete the request but

i don’t know if you watched Puella Magi Madoka Magica, but it’s a really great anime and i wanted to send this character, the anime looks cute but it really isn’t 😭.

can i request josie pye, Gilbert Blythe or Prissy Andrews with a S/O who has a Homura Akemi Personality? (She’s stoic, distant, independent, Homura also appears with her personality being that of a shy, timid, magical girl rather than her cold and strong personality, she also knows self defense since she was in a lot of battles you can watch it here)

Thank you a ton!! I wish you well<33

hey i’m so sorry for the late reply, but here’s a headcanons for both :) i hope you enjoyed

—cw’s: just fluff!!! i think gen!neutral but lmk!

josie pye

i feel like josie would like an s/o who’s generally stoic and is independent

she wouldn’t necessarily mind having a stoic s/o because i feel like josie is reactive and it would be nice to have a neutral energy to the chaos 😭

she likes that you’re calm and that you can solve issues with logic instead of emotions and she can depend on you in that sense

she likes the fact that you are independent because she doesn’t like the feeling of letting people down

so if she knows that you wouldn’t be let down by her, it feels like a weight would be lifted off her shoulders

she is kind of the opposite of you

she would intrigued with your persona and kind of feels like it’s fake at first 😭

she didn’t like how shy you were because she wanted to get to you, but you were hard to break and that pissed her off

most people open up to her very quickly (surprisingly) so she would find this weird

but she ended up cracking you!! AND she fell in love <3

gilbert blythe

he finds you VERY interesting

he loves that you’re not an open book, he wants to earn getting to know you if that makes sense

gilbert loves a good challenge 😭😭

he’s used to people depending on him, so he doesn’t know how to feel when he realizes you’re pretty independent & would rather do it on your own

he loves that you’re shy & that you’re not like this with everyone

he feels special knowing that you’re not just talking to him to talk to him, but rather because you genuinely want to

he just loves your personality and it goes with his perfectly

#anne with an fanfics #anne with an e headcannons #anne an e #anne of green gables fanfiction #anne of green gables #awae fics #awae #awae headcannons #awae fanfiction #awae season 2 #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #josie pye x reader #josie pye #josie pye headcanons

[kimberly-spirits13]

How You Earned the Respect of the Batfam as Tim’s S/O

Basically headcannons on how the Batfam came to like you

Tim:

• He always thought that you were kind and intelligent

• You knew your worth and wouldn’t take less

• He had dated some not so nice people in the past and seeing you really raised his standards

• You weren’t friends with him because of his money whether your family had it or not

• You weren’t in it for the fame or the attention and you were understanding of him

• He felt comfortable around you like he could be himself 100% without judgement

• You were a vigilante that hadn’t interacted with the Batfam expect for Tim

• You had come from an intense assassin training, similar to Bruce’s but had escaped when you decided that everything was just messed up

• You went to Gotham and used the powers you had to manipulate officials around you that you had parents and weren’t just living willy nilly by yourself

• That’s when you enrolled in school and met Tim and you guys hit it off quick

• Tim appreciated that he could text or call you at any time and you wouldn’t complain or make him feel bad

• It didn’t take long for you to find out that he was Red Robin

• No one on earth texts you at 2am on the same block every night for weeks on end

• He felt like there wasn’t anyone who would ever be there for him like you

• Tim liked that he had the ultimate companion during patrols, even if you hadn’t been revealed to the rest of his family

• You’re skilled and he doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt during patrol or missions

Dick:

• The first time that you two met was when you rushed Tim to the cave because he had gotten badly injured on patrol

• Tim had gotten shot and broken a few ribs and you hauled it to the cave

• Tim wasn’t really conscious during the ride and wasn’t aware that you knew where the cave was/ the entrances

• Everyone was immediately on high alert when some stranger arrived with a near dead Tim

• Dick knew he liked you when you pulled in, rushing Tim into the med bay

• He saw you holding his hand and wiping his hair out of his face while the bullet was pulled from him

• While Tim was waking up from surgery, you didn’t leave his side and continued to hold his hand

• Dick’s heart was melted- one because his brother had a close call, and two because someone was really, really caring for him

• He had seen Tim’s exes and hated them, but he knew that you were different

• You were easy to talk to and respectful to everyone

• You had an agreeable personality and really seemed to care for Tim

• When Tim woke up, he saw how Tim immediately squeezed your hand to make sure that you were there

• After spending time with you that night, seeing how you took care of Tim, and how Tim interacted with you, Dick knew he liked you

Bruce:

• Bruce saw you coming into the cave like a bat out of hell with Tim and was immediately on guard

• How does this random person know Tim’s secret identity, how do they know where the cave is, WHAT’S WRONG WITH TIMMY MY SWEET CHILD

• After the rush of getting Tim’s situation under control, he also noticed that you never left Tim’s side

• So he knew that you two were in a committed relationship, however, that didn’t mean that he trusted you

• Bruce is a hard case to crack, it really takes some time for him to warm up to anyone

• It was probably a few months into you and Tim hanging out around the manor when you attended a gala with Tim that he really started to trust and or likely you

• Tim was really stressed and didn’t really want to be at the gala

• You were with him the entire time and didn’t leave, even when the paparazzi and media were all being rude

• It’s a very normal thing that the tabloids exploit anything that happens in the Wayne family and you were like fresh blood

• You were poised, collected, calm, and totally indifferent to the comments

• He knew that Tim hated the media and seeing you calm him down and pull him away from some non obligatory meeting with idiots made him feel like he could trust you with Tim

• Not that he’ll admit it

• He notices that whenever you’re around, it seems like Tim has a weight lifted off his shoulders

Alfred:

• He was the one that helped extract the bullet from Tim’s abdomen so he met you along with everyone else

• I’m sure he knew that Tim was dating someone, but this was the first time he had met that person

• Alfred is a very kind and respectful man

• If he really doesn’t like a person, they know it

• However, if he doesn’t yet know, he treats them formally and without a personal relationship aspect

• He knew that he really liked you when one night, during a busy week of extra crime, you had hauled Tim into bed, forcing him to sleep and shut away his electronics

• Alfred was behind on some housework because of the hectic monitoring schedule and went to bed early

• You stayed up and did the rest of the chores he needed to have completed

• You had always helped out in little ways like cleaning up after yourself (the boys are incapable sometimes lemme tell you, you’re a blessing simply for being normal), you’d make Tim clean his room, and you’d make sure that everything was better than how you found it

• He was so grateful that you had taken time out of rest and decided to help him during a time of need

• It was something very genuine to him since most of the people that the batfam bring home wouldn’t do something like that either out of fear of messing up or indifference

Jason:

• Jay really wasn’t that difficult to crack

• I mean he’s got a rough exterior but ultimately, he just wants to see Timmy happy

• He knows about Tim’s exes and hates every one of them

• Makes sure that you’re not going to blindside anyone with something you have hidden

• Now what really, really gets him to like you personally was when you had come into the cave with a menagerie of weapons to have cleaned, polished, or sharpened

• Tim was sitting at the computer doing work and you were working on everything else

• He didn’t realize that you were really serious about the vigilante life until he saw you hauling all that mess in

• He realized that you came from a tough background and had grown up and out of it

• These things that happened to you didn’t define who you were and he liked that about you since he had a struggle with that- basically he lives vicariously through you at times

• When he sat down next to you with his gun collection to clean and polish, you struck up conversations on Jane Austen, weapons, crazy childhoods, pop culture classics, and random assassinations that ended up being one of you

• He just thinks that you’re cool and chill and that’s good enough for him

Damian:

• Also wasn’t really that hard to break

• I mean you were known as the greatest child assassin and he looked up to you when he was little

• Concerning but that’s how it is

• He recognized you immediately and kept a distance

• Star struck Damian Wayne

• Questions how Tim was dating you

• He knew that he really liked you when his pets liked you

• It’s cliché, but the quickest way to Damian Wayne’s cold little heart is through animals

• You helped him train and walk Titus

• Pennyworth liked to sit on your shoulder and survey the house as you walked around

• Damian was the only other person whom Pennyworth would do this with

• Damian was just bamboozled

He also likes that you’re not some mindless idiot

• Most of the socialites that he has to hang out with are zombies who feed off of dollar bills and designer drugs

Cass:

• Is very, very protective of her family

• She is not one for outsiders and makes sure to know all the weaknesses of new people

• The problem is that she’s having trouble finding your weaknesses

• Tim is obviously one of them, but your stance, your fighting, your regular self just seems indestructible

• She knew personally that this came with tons of training and discipline

• Cass really starts to like you when you notice that she’s not really verbal

• You knew sign language and immediately just start signing to her instead of talking

• Cass really appreciated that you were comfortable getting on her level without second thought

• You watch out for everyone in the family and she feels like she’s not alone in her worries

• You’re basically like a new sibling for her

• You and Cass have a tight bond, the kind of relationship that if you and Tim broke up, you’d still be besties

• She knows that you’re reliable and will never try and use her

• That’s all she wants

Stephanie:

• I think Steph would be easy to get along with

• Like you really gotta suck for her to not like you

• Steph really likes that you’re a relatable person

• You don’t act like you have a stick stuck up your butt and you’re not dramatically brooding at everything

• Steph really started to like you when one night the two of you stayed up after everyone went to sleep

• You two talked about life over some homemade cookies

• You two talked about your favorite celebrities, movies, pet peeves, tv shows, the reality tv show drama, and anything that you could think of

• Now you’re somehow besties with all of the Wayne girls and it’s great

• She also likes that you can lovingly boss Tim around

• There aren’t many that can do that and it’s pretty apparent

Babs:

• Alfred was out of town the day that she started to really, really take a liking towards you

• She was always a cynic for some part, but she started to casually warm up to you

• Saw you as Tim’s s/o and not really a friend

• This was until you noticed that she looked really stressed managing the surveillance by herself without the help of Alfred

• You stayed behind for the time that Alfred was gone and helped her run everything

• She was worried at first since she wasn’t sure that you’d be good at computers

• You really happened to impress her though and that won her over

• You were easy to talk to and it also wasn’t awkward when there was just silence and nothing to talk about

• Babs thinks she felt her heart patter when you very sternly talked Jason down from throwing Damian off a building (regular occurrence)

• “JASON PETER TODD IF YOU DON’T PUT THAT CHILD DOWN AT ONCE I WILL PERSONALLY HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE BANK BUILDING AND CATAPULT YOU ACROSS GOTHAM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND”

• She was like 😏

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[yourlocalwheeliebin]

Soap Headcannon?

I think Soap spends an ungodly amount of time talking shit to the rest of the team about England and how Scotland is "just so much better"...souly because chip shops in Scotland have deep fried Mars Bars and England doesn't.

"Nah you canna beat a deep fried Mars bar though! Like fit the fuck do you guys have after a night out on the piss? Awa wi' yous"

"Shut up, Johnny..."

#soap cod #soapghost #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #soap mctavish #call of duty

[egregiousmelange]

Honestly surprised the queer community hasn't brought up more about Anne and Diana:

"Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together for ever."

(Pg. 239; The Queen's Class is Organized; Anne of Green Gables)

For a book written in 1908, two "Bosom Friends" (refer to each other as this in the book multiple times) who promise to never marry and live together for the rest of their lives is like as gay as gay could be, and this was said right after Anne was saying how much she hates how Ruby is constantly talking about boys all the time and then this was followed by saying that Diana is having second thoughts because she believes it would be "nobler" to "reform" a wild man for a husband, a.k.a. the only reason she isn't doing it is because society finds it better she marry a man to fix him than marry her best friend because at the time it was a woman's job to fix a man.

Time for AWaE comparison and rant (lots of salt) so if you don't wanna read this long rant, now's the time to move on to a new post

Anne with An E wanted to touch on a lot of modern day issues but they had a queer relationship right there and instead they decided stubborn Anne won't spend a long time hating Gilbert and Diana is gonna get in some weird relationship with Jerry the hated help that doesn't even play a role in the book, like as much as I enjoyed the TV show as a stand alone, when tied with the books, I was kinda expecting... More. Or at least different things when they said queer relationships and feminism. I thought they would mean more important characters rather than Aunt Josephine who they saw once or twice (and who I'm still angry about because I headcannoned as Aroace and now if I try to do that, people say I'm homophobic because the TV show made her a lesbian when in the book she was so clearly aroace) and Cole the made-up character they abandon at Aunt Josephine's place so they didn't have to deal with continuing his gay arc they formed. Like I get why they wanted to make Gilbert and Anne endgame, as many people grew to love that ship over the books, but I definitely woulda enjoyed to see a poly Anne Diana and Gilbert, with Diana and Gilbert talking about how much they both love their neurodivergent girlfriend Anne (she clearly has ADHD and we love her for it) and they all live happily ever after in a poly relationship envied by all, and definitely not turning into a Cordelia Geraldine and Bertram situation (Although that woulda been a tragical romance if Anne turned out like Bertram, Diana turning into Geraldine and Gilbert turning into the jealous Cordelia [if confused, see chapter 26: The Story Club is Formed). Poly Anne Diana Gilbert woulda been a much more interesting dynamic than the Shirbert and Derry relationships we saw in AWaE (I mean enemies to lovers AND friends to lovers, like how could you not want both in the same relationship). Like AWaE prided (no pun intended) itself on having queer relationships. I get why Montgomery, a woman living in the 1900s before women even had the right to vote and people would kill homosexuals purely for their sexuality, would abandon the concept of a main gay couple, but the TV show very well could have done something more with this and it just makes me upset that with all of this right here, they are still getting brownie points for queer rep when they literally made up a side character they said moved in with Aunt Josephine so they never had to deal with his gayness again (ALSO REALLY SALTY THEY TOOK MY AROACE REP CAUSE AUNT JOESPHINE WAS SO AROACE AND TO TAKE THAT AWAY SO YOU DONT HAVE TO MAKE MAIN CHARACTERS GAY WAS REALLY MEAN) and idk disagree with me if you want, but I was just kinda hoping for more from them than what we got, the TV show just felt very heteronormative, monogamous, and amatonormative (not just Josephine, they shoved Mariella and Matthew into romances as well) for a show that was getting so much praise for queer relationships and rep, even the book written in 1908 showed less of these things than the show (except the book was still pretty monogamous). Well anyways, I've rambled enough, so I guess that's it for my controversial queer take for the end of June, LGBT+ month is almost over and I'm sad to see it go.

#anne of green gables #aogg #anne with an e #awae #awae spoilers #queer representation #literary analysis #gay #lesbian #aroace #polygamy #lgbt+ #lgbtqia #rant #long post

[lu-vin-it]

AWAE

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Josie Pye

Spin the Bottle (fem)

Dating Headcannons (fem)

[carrotsofavonlea]

When Dellie starts talking she can say 3 things:

"dada"

"gib" (she hasn't quite mastered "Gilbert")

And "Anne" (because whenever Gilbert is home all he talks about is Anne. So it's no surprise that it's one of the first words Dellie picks up)

#my headcannon I'll take to the grave #Gilbert won't shut up about anne #so dellie won't either #awae #delphine lacroix #shirbert

[infinite-beginnings]

I choose to believe the nervous way Gilbert was wringing his hands together was because he was subconsciously wondering what it would be like if Anne were to hold his hand.

#awae #headcannon #shirbert #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #sebastian lacroix #gilbert x anne #awae spoilers #anne with an e #renew anne with an e #renew awae #season 3 #3x04

[genshingarbage]

How They Destress || Headcannons

Hello my darling travelers! I Hope you’re all doing well~ I’ve got some more fluff for you all so I hope you all have a relaxing day! - Mod Kaeya

recommending this song for these headcannons!

Diluc

- He distresses by training of course, cooking up new ways to dismantle his enemy whilst in a safe environment before trying them out is basically what he does in his free time

- Diluc doesn’t mind if you watch from a very safe distance so feel free to set up a little picnic and watch him brainstorm from afar

- You can always tell when he’s about to start training because you can usually spot him walking through the house tying up his hair in nothing but a vest and britches towards the field behind the winery

- You’ve almost become acquainted with the hive of slimes there with how many times he’s tested things on them

- His whole process of working through each strategy and practicing old ones of calming to him because it’s something that will never change

- Each swipe is the same, each guard, each lunge and parry will always be the same

- The one constant in his ever changing life

- Working with his vision makes experimenting with strategies a little hard whilst also keeping it interesting

- I’d recommend bringing aloe vera incase any sort of accidents happen but the most you’ve gotten recently is just singes so just relax and don’t startle the man whilst he waves around a sword literally his body length

- At least you get to drool over the biceps he normally keeps hidden under his coat

- And then once he’s finished with that there’s a fair chance he’ll start experimenting with drinks so…there’s a chance for fun that way

Kaeya

- Normally the only time he’s stressed is when Death By Noon is out of stock quite honestly and should that even happen he hyper fixates on work like no other to cope

- Honestly some people pray for the months where it’s gone just for the comforting fact that even before things become a threat they’re eradicated by Kaeya unless he deems them too interesting to kill and usually those times are when the Knights get their days off because golly the amount of commissions they get vanishes into thin air so fast you’d be surprised there was any strife at all

- It works sort of like clockwork, he starts out clearing all the areas around Mondstat itself then follows the trade routes and once those are clear, depending on how many days he’s been sober, he fucks off into the wilds and lets his sword take him wherever it pleases

- Once he gets home it’s a spa day though since he’s not used to doing everything he usually does and commit a mass extermination at the same time

- He probably doesn’t get home for a couple of days or weeks depending on how frazzled he is ngl

- He’s gonna take a nice long bath and zone out and then chug a cup of coffee on the couch in nothing but shorts and a loose open shirt and then he’s going to go to bed

- Consider the bedroom occupied until the shortage is over pretty much if the bag under his eye is any indication of his current mental state

- Just give him a lot of affection and I’m sure he’ll be fine

Albedo

- Somedays he’ll just short circuit and you can tell right away he needs to take a break

- He’ll still be lying in bed, eyes half lidded but as soon as you call his name and he just responds with a “…m¿” you know

- Don’t let him leave the tent

- At all

- As soon as he leaves the tent he goes into Work Mode

- He needs to rest and recuperate so shove some tea in his hands and start telling stories

- the best way to get him back on track is to get him to his thoughts about Deep ™️ things or work

- Tell him really long stories about anything from your day yesterday or a recount of your favorite best selling novel and he’ll eventually stop thinking

- Playing the story game might be a good way to trick him into light heartedness about everything for the moment honestly

- If he feels sleepy let him dream he’s a tired boi

- Days in bed just talking away with each other, completely blind and deaf to the world and falling in and out of dreams hits that sweet spot that has him refreshed like an hp bar got refilled

- He may even come to a solution for various experiments or theories because of your time together

Venti

- The guy doesn’t stress end of

- He’s always convinced everything will turn out at least a little alright for everyone so he isn’t too worry about life

- It’s very very rare for him to become stressed and if he is it’s because of things that have happened in his past that he can’t stop thinking about

- This would be the time for a good old song and dance

- Seriously if you have the ability to grab your closest friends and drag them to wherever the both of you live do it

- He loves music more than anything so watching others perform or going to a show with his buddies really lifts his spirits a lot

- Especially if they have vastly different opinions on music than he does because that means there’ll be a lot of interesting discussions on various topics across the night and this guy can talk if he needs to

- Maybe don’t let him drink till he’s smashed but being a little tipsy won’t hurt him if he wants to drink

- Chances are he won’t be in the mood as he’ll be busy trying to teach someone the lyre because they tried to shred it like a guitar though

- Listening to upbeat music is his go to but more slow, calming music sometimes does the trick if you both are just chilling out and don’t really want to be bothered

Xiao

- Okay he’s the opposite to Venti in that He’s Always Stressed

- It’s just reached a level to where it’d the norm to constantly feel like he’s going to sprout gray hairs at any moment so he’s just at this eerie calm all the time

- Unless there are mortals besides you nearby

- Okay first off dip out to somewhere without mortals for once

- Like seriously just go to Juryen Karst or something because Im afraid he’s going to pop a blood vessel

- Just walking around Juryen Karst is enough to put him at ease at least a little because of the atmosphere, it’s thick with adeptal energy and everything about the place is riddled with mystery and a mystic aura that you can never really find anywhere else in treyat

- He’s gonna just up and vanish a lot, don’t worry he’s just running around to burn off the stress or even doing a bit of routinely clean up so the slimes don’t get out of hand

- You’ve never seen the mega slime he’s described before but you have no intents of ever seeing it

- Set up a little place for you both to sit and eat (a looooot of almond tofu for him)

- Then just…breathe

- He’ll be quiet this whole trip honestly because he’s so content, high up on one of the stalks among the clouds and gods and yaoguai

- Xiao’ll be at peace just meditating there with you

Zhongli

- He needs to be busy, mostly with his hands

- So he’s taken up a lot of hobbies in his newfound free time

- His favorite thing to do though is make you a cup of tea and then get down to whatever it is he’s going to focus on that day

- Your company is invaluable to him at the end of the day

- Zhongli tends to go for sculpting things out of clay and he takes ages doing it in order to get the best result

- You’ve pointed out that it must be similar to how he sculpted Liyue or even some of it’s denizens out of the land before but he just chuckled at that

- Apparently that was more like sifting through sand and mining at the same time but let’s not get into that

- The sculpts he makes are usually of mythical creatures he’s read about that have taken his fancy, anything more realistic about dragons or Qilin are a bit boring to sculpt for him for the moment but I’m sure that fancy will return eventually

- He actually has given a sculpt of what a Cocogoat might look like to Qiqi before and she’s taken very good care of it since

- His tools litter his workshop because he’s so absentminded but he somehow still knows where everything is? The only thing messier than the clay dust everywhere is when he gets down to painting the sculpts

Childe

- Stress is very hard to detect with Childe because he’s so used to holding up that cheerful facade but once you’ve been with him long enough it’s like watching a fish out of water

- He’s slightly out of beat in conversation, his shoulders a little tenser than usual and he’s paying a bit too much attention to this or that

- You have to force him into your hotel room and sit him down on the bed

- You gotta break out the olive oil and the candles for this one guys he’s a BIG stressor

- Give him a massage and tell him about all the things you love about him, okay?

- And not a short one, a loooong fullbody massage with loooong soliloquies about how much you adore when he scrunches up his nose in confusion when he thinks no one is looking at him trying to use chopsticks

- When you’re done make him some traditional Sneznayan food, this can be anything from a breakfast food to a dinner food because either way he’s just going to be elated to see food that doesn’t require you to fight with utensils to eat

- It’d be good if you kept everything as quiet as possible around him too for once because god knows he’s probably going to go deaf from the amount of explosions he’s heard in his life

- Still though just relax with him and enjoy your food

Kuzuha

- It’s a bit easy to tell when he’s starting to stress

- He can’t really go with the flow as easily as he usually does, he gets hung up on things and he sometimes even is so stuck inside his head he doesn’t stop to view the awestrucking sights in Treyat

- The best way to help him destress is to leave him alone

- Sometimes it’s just for the best to tell him that you’re gonna have a busy day so if he wants to come along he can but it won’t hurt if he doesn’t

- He’ll probably take that queue to go on a long jog and think about his life up until now

- And boy does he have a lot to process since coming to Treyat

- He often takes routes that pass by rivers or ponds or lakes because the sereneness of them are often one of the first things he notices about a place he’s visiting and it’s undeniable that if he could paint a picture of the beauty he finds in all of these things he wouldn’t think it captured it all the way

- He might end up scaling a mountain by the time he gets back but he’ll be that sweetheart wanderer you’ve always loved by the end of it

- And on the off chance he’d ask for you to come with him on his walks please do, he’d really appreciate it

- falling in step with you whilst deep in thought makes him feel a bit safer than he did before, he’ll be distracted but should anything happen you’ll be there to jump in first as always

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcannons #headcannons #kuzuha #diluc #kaeya #xiao #albedo #zhongli #childe #tartagalia #x reader #kuzuha headcannons #diluc headcannons #kaeya headcannons #xiao headcannons #albedo headcannons #zhongli headcannons #childe headcannons #tartagalia headcannons #genshin blog #headcannon blog #fluff #genshin fluff #diluc fluff #Kuzuha fluff #kaeya fluff #xiao fluff #albedo fluff

[rightfcllysols]

Hi, love your blog! 🙏🏻✨

Could I have some headcanons for Vil with an s/o who loves to kiss him and calls him "Fairest" as a nickname? 💜

FAIREST OF THEM ALL, vil schoenheit x reader

vil with a significant other who loves to kiss him and calls him "Fairest" as a nickname headcannon

fluff and vil content bc I know you all love him

EEE I AM SOFT ✨

Thank you anon,, ur compliment gave me a burst of serotonin n I love u for that 💕

in this blog we support vil schoenheit supremacy so I'd love me some vil content :"

fr tho the thought of vil actually being a huge softie despite his ambitious nature is top tier like sir sweep me off my feet idc if you throw me off the cliff after just hold me for a sec and let me cry 😭

❝ You're the fairest

of them all,

my dear. ❞

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽 🌹

🌹 what kind of luck did you receive from that one dude from danganronpa to be able to woo this sexc af queen?

🌹 I'd like a crumb tyvm- Vil admits, he doesn't like the fact that you loved to smooch his face like a grandmother after not seeing her grandchildren for a month. Except he slightly enjoys it oops

🌹 it ruins his make-up and he would occasionally complain about it. But you don't mind, you loved hearing his voice so-

🌹 moments where you would just stand beside him and not particularly do anything that destroys his make-up or annoy him are moments he knows that there's something fishy going on.

🌹 the way you stare off to a wall like someone trying to discover the hidden philosophy of life is just a big no for vil to watch.

🌹 he wants his affectionate s/o back, whether he like it or not.

🌹 so that day you decided to tell him what's on your mind.

🌹 to say he was surprised about how... How you ignored him for like idk a week is because you were thinking about whether or not you should use a nickname for him is an understatement would simply be incorrect because boy oh boy does he go beyond that.

🌹 on the down side, you don't want him to appear unprofessional. Like, "baby or babe" Is definitely off the list. While on the flip side, you thought that pet names are kinda cute.

🌹 I mean come on, you've dated each other for a long time now. Might as well try your luck.

🌹 placing your fist on your palm, you stared at him with a cheshire smile.

🌹 he raised a brow, watching your movements in case you decided to jump him over and ruin his uniform.

🌹 you took a step closer,

🌹 he backed away,

🌹 closer,

🌹 awa— you placed your hands on his shoulders, light enough to not cause any wrinkles whilst also making him halt on his tracks.

🌹 "Potato? What are—"

🌹 your lips landed on the corner of his, giving light butterfly kisses all the way to his ear. Close enough for him to be able to hear your gentle breathing, you opened your mouth to whisper,

🌹 "Truly, you are someone I adore, fairest."

🌹 You pulled away. A small smile on your face as you laughed at how flabbergasted he looked.

🌹 You saw many emotions swirl inside his beautiful jewels, mainly shock, concern, and admiration.

🌹 You explained that Rook finally convinced you to voice out the nickname you decided for him, and you did that whole thing just to be a little anticlimactic.

🌹 you also said that you were afraid to say it because he would've taken it as someone else. Well, you knew Vil well enough to be aware of that.

🌹 you're glad that he doesn't seem ticked off. Instead, he had this small, grateful smile on his stunning complex.

🌹 he finally succumbed to giving you his own taste, he would just reapply his lipstick later on. He wanted to show you how much he appreciated you first.

🌹 excluding the way you swooned and accidentally hit both of your foreheads together in the middle of the moment ehe

🌹 You hadn't forgotten of course, to remind him that in your eyes, he will forever be the fairest of them all.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted #fluff #wonderland #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #i want to be in a vil cult #pomefiore x reader #disney

[kurooru]

Ahaha so I didn’t write much. I’m not great with headcannons. They’re also not really romantic?? This is also the first time I’ve really written on tumblr and the first time I’ve EVER written for oik🤢awa. Nonetheless, I hope these bring you even the slightest tiniest insiest bit of joy! :)

- kags def hooks his buddies up with the fresh cuts

- (Really he’s just trying to get miwa some more clients)

- Suga and Miwa definitely get along really well and he likes to tell her everyone’s business

- Suga and Miwa team up to plan a get together for tobios b-day cause he’s never really had friends let alone a birthday party that didn’t just involve his immediate family

- Oikawa is phenomenal at comforting/complimenting others cause he tells them what he would want to hear. He’s also just really good at pointing out the little things about people. I feel like he’s really observant

- Oikawa has seasonal allergies (don’t ask me how I know, I just do 🤷🏻‍♀️)

- Oikawa wants a partner who isn’t gonna baby him but is able to immediately see through his bs and understand how he’s actually feeling

- Kinda like his relationship with iwa

- He doesn’t mind being babied but he needs someone who’s going to be firm with him

- Stinkykawa loves his s/o’s nose! Loves to boop it! ESPECIALLY when you’re mad. Loves Eskimo kisses, and running his finger along the bridge of it. He’ll plant little kisses on it and he loves how cute you look when your nose turns red from the cold. It makes his heart flutter just how cute you are 🥺

- Sugas hands are ALWAYS warm. Even when it’s freezing out, his hands are always somehow warmer than yours are. So he likes to take your hands in his and warm them up for you! It gives him an excuse to have you nice and close to him 😽

it’s okay!! thank u these are literally so cute! 🥺 this definitely put a smile on my face!! <3

#ily #headcanons <3 #submissions <3 #solelytobios #submission

[luvrblythe]

grumpy, but still beautiful || gilbert blythe x f!reader

this was more jealous reader instead of jealous gilbert, but oh well, what did i expect, really

warningss : more cussing (from me again), that's all i think

— i decided to write a real jealous gilbert x reader bc i got side tracked last time

— lets hope i actually stay on topic this time

— sooo

— i feel like gilbert wouldn’t actually do anything if he’s jealous

— if he even gets jealous that is

— like he’s very confident in your relationship and he knows that you would never ever look at another guy the way you look at him

— maybe in different circumstances he’d get a little jelly

— maybe like if you’re having problems and you’re falling apart or smth like that

— and it's rlly bad like y’all barely talk anymore

— and he sees you laughing with another guy

— actually i feel like he’d be more hurt than jealous

— noo:((

— so in conclusion, gilbert blythe is a confident boy

— HOWEVER

— if you got jealous

— HAHHAHAHAH

— smuggest little bitch in all of avonlea

— he wouldn’t let you live it down for weeeeks

— and even after that he’d bring it up at the most random times

— like this one time

— “andd done!” he cheered as he finally finished his essay for school

— “now you can stop with your whining.” he said moving closer to where you were seated

— you ignored him lmao bc he was working for hours and neglecting you

— but you weren’t rlly upset you just wanted to tease him

— “come onnn, no need to be all pouty. since when did you become all fussy?”

— “‘m not being fussy,” you huffed facing him 

— “maybe i just prefer having you all to myself.” you mumbled, shrugging one shoulder upwards as you slightly turned your face away from him

— “oh, darling, i know you do..” he smirked

— “gilbert blythe i swear—”

— you knew where this was going

— “remember that time when you—”

— “gilbert that was three months ago!”

— yeah

— he gets all cocky about it and all

— but he knows you well

— he reassures you when he knows you need it

— and for some reason he always knows when you need it

— its like his sixth sense or smth

— if you’re being all pouty again and being silent

— furrowed brows and the lot

— and you’re fiddling with the ruffles on your sleeves

— and you didn’t wanna make a fuss

— but he also didn’t wanna be all straight forward with it so

— he pulled out his classic blythe charm

— and hugged you from behind

— slowly bc he wanted to be romantic

— pressing a kiss to your temple

— let's say you were standing in front of a bush

— he reached a hand forward

— and plucked a flower from the bush

— then tucked the flower behind your ear STOP OMFGGHHFGF

— then he loosened his hold on you

— and turned you so you were facing him

— and the second you looked up at his face you finally let out the smile you’ve been suppressing

— its alr babe me too

— he started smiling as well bc omfg he made his darling happy 

— he will never get tired of seeing you smile

— “there she is, my beautiful girl.”

— you hit his chest and scoffed

— playfully ofc

— he groaned and held the part of his chest that you smacked

— it didn’t hurt he just wanted to be dramatic

— “grumpy, but still beautiful.”

#i did it again #the title thingy ughh #wait maybe i'll keep doing it for the sake of consistency #HASDHAHD #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe fluff #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fanfic #gilbert blythe blurb #awae #awae headcannons #awae x reader #awae imagine

[a-aexotic]

Hey do you think you could do some soft headcanons for Gilbert Blythe (Idk if I spelled his last name right) like you did for Stan

warnings: none (i don't think so? please tell me if there are any!)

okay so we all know gilbert is the softest man to ever exist

he's so sweet and nice?? and hardworking?? also he is a feminist?? like what more could someone ask for??

he's perfect, that's what i'm trying to say

anyway, this man loves touching + physical affection

so cuddling with him is superior 😩

usually when you guys are cuddling, you're laying in chest and he's behind you

he likes playing with your hair ( if you're okay with it )

gilbert is usually protective over you but not in an overbearing way

if he sees someone talking about you, he will punch them like he punched billy for anne <3

you guys go on dates pretty often

usually, it's in fields or some coffee shop downtown

anyway, gilbert would love his s/o and he's the cutest baby ever <3

#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe headcannons #anne with an e #anne with an e headcannons #awae #awae headcannons

[dearest-starboy]

awa hewwo!! I really enjoy reading your headcannons and I was wondering if you could do some for fireknight? (Knight cookie and fire spirit cookie) (=^•^=)

M'kay I guess.

🗡 Knight is definitely bi, but keeps referring to himself as straight so he doesn't lose his job.

🔥 Fire Spirit... Gay.

🗡 Knight met Fire Spirit when Knight cut off Pitaya's tail. Fire Spirit was so impressed he fell hard for him.

🔥It's a shame that Knight will probably never feel the same way for him.

#cookie run #knight cookie #fire spirit cookie #fireknight

[royalcordelia]

Do you have any awae shirbert headcannons? I love your writing and I’d absolutely love to see your take and ideas about shirbert.

Do I ever! Before season 2 came out, I made a list of different headcanons for the new season, so you can find those here! Here are some time travel!AU headcanons that have been floating around in my brain a little bit - most of which are headcanons. (It’s a little lengthy)

Anne is a middle schooler from 2014 America, bouncing around in the foster system. She begins with the Thomas’, living with them until Mr. Thomas is hit by a car and killed. Then she moves with the Hammonds, who foster children for the government check that comes with them. 

One night after taking care of the two sets of twins, Anne lays in bed and wishes on every star in the sky that her luck would change. She wakes up asleep on a bench at a train station, and when the station master asks “Are you the girl for the Cuthberts?” - Anne is started and agrees.

A lot of the mistakes we see Anne making early on are a result of her not knowing the lay of the land - ie: not knowing how to pray, complaining about the plainness of her clothes, mixing up bottles of things. 

She keeps expecting to wake up, but eventually resigns herself to the fact that she is stuck in this new land. 

She doesn’t tell Diana about who she really is, but gives hints by telling stories of the future. Just when Anne thinks that maybe she could try telling Diana the truth, Diana makes a joke about how one of Anne’s stories is too unrealistic and could never happen. 

The first person Anne actually tells her secret to is Gilbert, who can tell  something is going on. He coaxes her into telling him one of her stories, and when she’s finished, he says to her, “You know, you tell that story just like someone who has lived it” and her nervous laughter gives herself away. He doesn’t say anything then, just asks for more stories. Then, one day, Gilbert asks her “How old were you first learned to ride a skateboard?” To which she replies, “Seven. One of the Thomas’ kids got one for Christmas and-” After which, she reluctantly explains herself, telling him the whole truth.

One of the things Anne misses most about her own time is her favorite books, many of which haven’t been published yet. She tells this to Gilbert and he asks her to tell him what happens in them, giving her a way to enjoy them still. After that, they become dear friends. 

Anne is thrilled to go to Miss Josephine’s dance party, but has no idea how to do any of the dances of the time. Gilbert offers to teach her, though he’s not very good, and they stumble through their first waltz together. Afterwards, Anne shows him the slowdance of the 21st century, and it brings with it the first pangs of her love for him. 

Anne finally tells Diana the truth right before she goes off to college with disastrous results. They don’t stay upset with each other for long, and Anne does Diana’s makeup with Mrs. Barry’s secret stash as a way of making it up to her. 

Anne gives solace to Bash, who struggles coping with racial oppression, and offers him hope by telling him about all the influential figure that affected black history and civil rights. When Gilbert sees her do that over dinner, he knows for sure that this is the woman he wants to marry. He knows she is his equal, with her selfless and just nature, and he’s drawn to the way her imagination soars. 

The first time Anne and Gilbert kiss, they’re sitting outside in the field talking about their future beyond school, when Anne just gets the urge, leans forward and kisses him. He kisses her back though, the way you do when you’re trying to figure out how to, until she breaks away and panics a little because “I’m not from here. I could get pulled back at any time.” The next time they see each other, they pretend nothing happened. 

Anne’s worst fears become a reality when one night she goes to sleep and wakes up in her own time. She weeps, aching to be back home on Prince Edward Island with her family, her best friend, and the man she loves. 

Now 18 years old, Anne is left to fend for herself, so she applies to work at a restaurant and lives with some of the other waitresses. They’re kind enough, but it’s not home. 

Two months pass. One morning Anne comes out of the kitchen at work to find Gilbert sitting at one of the tables, staring down distastefully at a mug of black coffee. He catches a glance at her out of the corner of his eyes, then shoots up out of his chair. Anne meets him halfway, grasping him in a tight embrace. He makes a lighthearted comment about how she’s wearing pants, and can barely contain his own tears. 

Anne disappears from the 21st century again, this time with her man in tow, finding herself back at Green Gables. Reunited with Marilla and Matthew, Anne tells them the truth of where she’s from. They continue their lives - Anne remaining home at Green Gables while Gilbert finishes medical school.

After Gilbert comes back from school, him and Anne live happily together, appreciating the company of their family and friends. 

Anne never did get taken back to the future, but she did write to a woman name Lucy Maud Montgomery to ask her to write her story.

#anne of green gables #anne with an e #shirbert #shirbert AU #Anonymous #if you guys like this au #id love to write some scenes from it or more headcanons #it feels good to finally get it out #i know this probably wasn't exactly what you were looking for when you asked for headcanons

[searchforthescars]

Litany - Chapter 9/?

I told @bombshellsandbluebells that this was between a 6-8 on the angst scale. Hopefully that was right haha

I must also thank @sarcasticdebate for her headcannon for my fic, which wormed its way into this chapter (see: the end)

Thanks for reading!

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Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it. Inside your head you hear a phone ringing, and when you open your eyes you’re washing up in a stranger’s bathroom, standing by the window in a yellow towel, only twenty minutes away from the dirtiest thing you know.

Then

“I got arrested once,” John tells her, taking a swig from the bottle of crappy vodka they’re sharing.

Something between a laugh and a cough catches in her throat. “You? For what?”

He grins, sharp, proud and self-deprecating all at once. “Arson.”

Emori chokes on a laugh. “What the hell?”

John passes her the bottle. She takes it in her bad hand. His eyes follow the motion. “I lit a guy’s bed on fire. It spread to the curtains, then up to the ceiling, and the whole place lit up like a fucking tinder box.”

Emori swallows hard around the lump in her throat and the vodka in her mouth. “Why’d you do it?”

He reaches for her hand. He takes her wrist, the scarred one attached to the worst part of her, puts the bottle down and presses a kiss there. “He talked shit about Raven.” Emori snorts. “I know. I was really well-adjusted, clearly. But,” he trails off. His eyes cloud with memories. Emori rubs her good hand over his arm to bring him back. “He killed my dad, too. So fair’s fair.”

“But you got away with it,” she says softly, the alcohol going to her head, making her brave enough to inch closer, rest her legs atop his, press a kiss to the underside of his sharp jaw.

He looks down at her. “I get away with a lot of things.”

The sound of the front door closing wakes Emori up.

“John?” she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “John?” She reaches behind her, her hand searching for his body. He might hate her for asking him to leave - it’s for his own safety, she tells herself, as if that makes it hurt any less - but surely he wouldn’t have left her.

The bed is empty. A cold shiver runs down her spine.

“He left,” Otan says from the couch. He switches on the dim lamp near his head and looks at her over the cushions. “Just now.”

She doesn’t think; she springs from the bed, sprints across the apartment, flings the door open and races down three flights of steep, metal stairs, barely brushing the floor with her feet before bursting out the fire door and looking around frantically. He’s crossing the street, his figure barely illuminated by the one flickering streetlight on the block.

“John!” she gasps, chest heaving. “John!”

She runs to him, grabs his wrist and pulls. He stops and doesn’t turn.

“What, Emori?” he snaps.

“You could have stayed the night,” she whispers. Her words catch in her throat. She feels her bare feet tremble against the concrete.

“What?”

He turns around to face her. She feels herself exhale sharply. “You could’ve stayed,” she says again, a little louder. “At least until the morning.”

“It is the morning.” She can’t tell if that’s his excuse to leave, or just a casual observation. “You told me I shouldn’t.”

“That’s not- I didn’t mean you had to go right now.”

He sighs. The hurt in his eyes burns so intensely she feels it may incinerate her. “Make up your mind, then.”

She has to stop herself from physically recoiling at his words. “Fine,” she snaps. “Then go. I’m not stopping you.”

She realizes suddenly how pathetic she must look, standing in the cold, barefoot on the sidewalk, clutching the wrist of a boy she barely knows but somehow loves.

“Go,” she says again, softer this time. She drops his wrist and looks up at him. His eyes are half-shut as he looks down at her, as if he wants to kiss her or kill her, but can’t decide which.

He inhales as if he’s about to say something, then turns and walks away. She wraps her arms around herself, curls inwards as if shielding herself from a blow, and watches him go.

She doesn’t know how long she’s been outside. She doesn’t realize she’s shivering or remember where she is until she feels her brother’s warm hand on her shoulder.

“Em?” He sounds worried. He wraps his old leather jacket around her shoulders. She turns her face to the collar of it; it smells like grease and dry air. “What happened?”

She looks up at him and smiles softly, partially to reassure him that she’s okay, partially to keep the tears welling in her eyes from falling. “He left.”

Otan’s brow furrows. She can see the concern in his eyes. The sky is the darkest it will ever be this side of morning. Emori wants to take that darkness and swallow it, make it part of who she is, make herself into something brittle and broken enough to never be hurt like this again.

“What happened?” Otan asks.

She doesn’t have the energy to pick apart Otan’s concern for her, to wonder if it’s real or just an act born of contrition, so she makes the cautious assumption that it’s genuine.

“He-” The tears in her eyes have trickled down to her throat. They threaten to choke her, so she clears her throat and tries again. “He wouldn’t have been safe here. Not with what I have to do. And he was angry that I didn’t want him to stay.”

“But you’re right,” Otan says slowly, brow furrowed. “It’s not safe, so why-”

“Because I did want him to stay!” Emori shouts, not mindful of the late hour or the possible noise complaint from the neighbors. “I wanted him here, but I told him to go home so he wouldn’t get hurt! And now he thinks I don’t want him at all!”

She lets out one small sob, and Otan wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest. “I didn’t want him to go,” she whispers. “Why didn’t I want him to go?”

“You loved him,” Otan murmurs, and something inside her twists painfully at the past-tense verb.

Emori shakes her head. “I can’t have. I only knew him for-” she breaks off to count from August to November. “Three months.”

Otan sighs. The sound against her ear brings back a flood of memories, small moments from before she knew she couldn’t trust him. “We’ve always been like that, you and me. Love who you have, and love them as quick as you can, because nothing good lasts.”

He’s right. Her gut twists again. “I missed you,” she whispers. Her feet are going numb. Her teeth are still chattering. “Why did you leave me?”

“I’m sorry, Em,” he whispers against her hair. “I’m sorry.”

Eventually, she swallows her tears and becomes aware of Otan’s shaking arms around her. “You’re cold,” she mumbles. “We should get back inside.”

They clatter up the metal stairs, which are freezing against Emori’s numb feet, and collapse on the bed. She doesn’t bother to clean off her feet or take off Otan’s jacket; she just burrows under the covers that feel as cold as the air outside. Otan lets her hide her head against his shoulder and pretends along with her that she’s not crying.

They curl together like they used to, back when they were young in their mother’s shitty apartment that never had heat, back when they were newly-minted criminals in the basement out in the country that leaked when it rained and spit roaches when it was hot, back when they were the best team in the illegal tech trade and lived out of alleys and cars.

“I was an idiot,” Otan says softly. It’s an apology. Emori knows that for sure.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, sniffing back a few tears. She hears John’s voice in her head telling her that she should drink some water, that she’s been crying too much.

She has been. She has been crying too much, over her brother and John and everyone in that house and everything that she is.

She’s going to change that, she decides. Starting now. No more apologies, no more crises of conscience. It’s her and Otan against the world, just like it always was. She shouldn’t want to be anything else. She won’t want to be anything else.

“Love you, O,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. I’ll fix it.”

“You’d better,” Otan says with a laugh. Emori was talking about his current predicament with Gideon, but she has a feeling he’s talking about John. “I’ve never seen someone look at you like that.”

Her brother’s observance is really not helping her resolve. “So?”

“Don’t tell me you really want to let that go.”

Emori rolls onto her back and crosses her arms over her middle. “I don’t know, Otan.” She hears her voice take on a bitter bite and gnaws on her lower lip until the anger subsides. “It doesn’t matter. He hates me now.”

“Because you told him to leave?”

Emori laughs. “You’re so innocent sometimes, you know that?”

Otan looks offended. “Hey! I have a longer rap sheet than you; I’m way beyond innocent.”

“Not with this.” She looks over at him. “Have you ever been in love?”

Otan studies the comforter. Distantly, Emori wonders about the people who lived here before. Why did they leave so much behind? Who were they? Who made those drawings on the kitchen wall, and who taped the bedroom window shut?

“I might have been, once,” he says softly. Emori’s head snaps to look at him. “It was a long time ago, though.”

“You’re not that old,” she says, partially to tease and partially to get more of the story out of him.

“You were probably...ten?” he guesses, studying the ceiling with intent eyes. “She moved into the apartment across from us - this was when we were squatting in that housing development - and she came over once to see if we had any tools so she could put together a desk. She was tough and arrogant and a total bitch, and I was totally gone for her from the second I saw her.”

Emori frowns. She doesn’t remember this story at all. “What happened?”

“I got arrested, and she looked after you for a couple days.”

Now Emori remembers. “Her? Really?”

Otan nods. “When I got back, I took her out. We kissed, made out a little at her place. But she shut herself off from me after that. And we moved away, and I tried to forget about her.”

“How long did it take you?” She turns her head back to the ceiling so he can’t read the hope in her eyes. “Before you forgot.”

“I never forgot about her,” he laughs sarcastically. “Obviously. And I think if I saw her again that I’d feel the same way I did then. But I stopped missing her about a year after we left.”

A year. A year of feeling like this. Emori feels her heart drop. “Oh.”

Otan starts running his fingers through her tangled hair like he did when she was a kid. “I don’t think your story with him is over, kid. Give it time.”

“Don’t call me kid,” she grumbles, not willing to let on how his words soothed the ache in her gut. She falls into a doze soon after, waking only to nuzzle into the pillow when Otan tells her he loves her.

Arranging a meeting with Gideon has never been the easiest thing, but now it’s damn near impossible without going through his boss, the one guy Emori really doesn’t want to talk to.

“Are you joking?” Emori growls when she reads the coded email sent to Otan’s alias inbox. “Jaha? Seriously?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Otan asks.

“He’s a fucking hippie, that’s what,” she snaps. “What kind of name is Thelonious, anyway?”

Otan grins, probably because Emori’s right. He looks like a boy when he smiles, despite the scars stretching over his face. “Well, he’s Gideon’s boss, so you’re going to have to deal with him.”

Emori groans. “He’s better than Baylis, at least.”

Otan’s face darkens suddenly. “Anyone is better than Baylis.”

He wanders around the kitchen a little bit while Emori reluctantly replies to the email with a time and place to meet. Then, once she’s confident Otan won’t look over her shoulder and - despite what she knows is best - she opens her school email.

There’s only two messages there that she actually cares about. Her heart pounds as she opens the first one.

 From: RReyes

Subject: where are you?

Your phone’s off and J won’t tell me a damn thing. This address is still active, which must mean you haven’t disenrolled. I’m worried about you. I don’t care about the rent or all your stuff - your room is staying as-is - but I’m worried about you. If you’re into something bad, we can help you. We’ll find a way. Call me or Bellamy or J - just call someone. You’re scaring me.

-Raven

She hovers the mouse over the reply button, then hits the delete key instead. She contemplates not reading the second email at all, but before she can stop herself, she opens it.

From: JMurphy

Subject: sorry

I shouldn’t have left like that. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t come back. We miss you. Monty’s started taping kitchen knives to the top of his roomba to imitate those fighting robot videos he and Jasper like. One of them stabbed Bellamy’s new girlfriend in the ankle. That’s another long story, believe me. Anyway, it’s not the same without you. We cooked out at the lake again but it was too cold so we ended up going home and watching action movies. I think you would’ve liked one of them.

Come home. I miss you.

She doesn’t realize she’s making strange choking noises until Otan appears at her side, face full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She slams the laptop shut.

“Em.”

She hides her face in her hands and dries her eyes on her glove before any tears can fall. “I’m fine.”

Otan makes a discontented noise, but moves away. Emori deletes John’s email, too.

“Stop fidgeting,” Emori hisses at Otan, who shifts from foot to foot at the mouth of the alley. “You are so not helping.”

“He’s late,” Otan grumbles, kicking a pebble in Emori’s direction. The setting sun paints the broken brick wall behind him a myriad of colors.

Emori tucks her chin into the collar of her jacket and kicks the pebble back at her brother. “Stop,” she says again, leveling him with a stare. “This is why I never let you be the bait in our cons.”

Otan snorts, then shifts so he’s obscured by shadows when two figures appear down the street. Emori peeks around the corner, then swears out loud. “ Shit.”

“What?” Otan leans out again to peer at them. “Do you know them.”

“Emori?” Raven calls, jogging toward her. Bellamy follows, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Emori, what the hell are you doing here?”

Raven looks like she wants to hug Emori, but stops just shy of it. She regards Otan with pursed lips, as if he’s an unfamiliar math problem she despises having to solve. “You.”

Otan gives Raven a small, sarcastic wave. Emori fights the urge to smack him upside the head.

Bellamy catches up. He unwinds his scarf from around his neck and drapes it over Raven’s shoulders when she’s too caught up in inspecting Emori’s face to notice.

“Where have you been?” he asks Emori, his voice worried. From the way Raven is looking at Otan, Emori knows Raven thinks he had something to do with her sudden disappearance.

She remembers Raven’s email. She wonders why John didn’t tell her, or anyone, what had happened.

“She had to help me,” Otan says carefully. Everyone’s eyes turn to Emori. She wants to do something in defiance of their worry and concern, but she can’t think of anything that won’t make this whole thing worse.

“So you’re dragging her down with you, huh?” Raven snaps at him.

Otan looks stung. “Hey, no one asked-”

“Yeah,” Bellamy snaps. “No one asked. You’re older than her, correct?” Otan nods. “Then you are not her responsibility. She is yours.” He scoffs. “You’re the shittiest older brother I’ve ever seen.”

Otan takes two sharp steps forward, as if he’s going to take a swing at Bellamy, and Emori steps in with a loud, “HEY!”

Both men look at her. “Back off, Otan,” she snaps. She looks over her shoulder at Bellamy, feeling her stomach twist into a knot at the look of brotherly concern in his eyes. “Bellamy, you too.”

Bellamy takes a couple steps back. “I let it go when you showed up at the lake,” he tells Otan. “But you took her away from a good life back home, and that’s not what a brother does.”

“You don’t know shit about us,” Otan snaps. At this point, Emori’s tempted to step aside and let them have at each other. She locks eyes with Raven, then nearly laughs when they both roll their eyes in synch.

“No, but I know plenty about being an older brother,” Bellamy counters.

“I fucking hate privileged brats,” Otan grumbles, just loud enough for Bellamy to hear, and Raven lets out a surprised shout when Bellamy skirts around Emori to pin her brother against the brick wall, his hands on Otan’s shoulders.

“Bellamy!” Emori yelps, rushing forward to pull on his arm. “Let him go!”

“I raised my sister from the time she was ten years old,” Bellamy hisses in Otan’s face. “I never once made her feel guilty or beholden to me for it. I gave up countless things to make sure she was provided for and felt safe and loved. I did my damndest to make sure my mistakes never affected her.” He shakes Otan’s shoulders. “You are doing none of that. She doesn’t deserve you, and you sure as hell do not deserve her. So don’t fucking stand here and belittle me for worrying about your sister’s happiness and safety, because it’s more than I’ve ever seen you do.”

“You don’t know a damn thing,” Otan snarls.

“Otan.” Emori’s voice is loud and clear. Above them, the street lamps flicker on. “Stop.”

Footsteps echo in the alley. Emori and Otan’s heads whip toward the noise almost in synch. “You two have to go,” Emori murmurs to Raven, a spike of fear driving through her heart. “Now. Go now.”

“Why?” Bellamy asks, even as he releases Otan.

“Trust me,” Emori whispers.

Raven takes Bellamy’s scarf off her shoulders and throws it at him, turning to face Emori. “Emori, what’s going on?”

Emori steps closer. For some reason, she doesn’t want Otan to know this small thing. “Meet me downtown. The coffee shop on Third Street. Give me an hour.”

Raven nods, then yanks on Bellamy’s arm until he follows her back out into the street. No sooner do they disappear than Gideon appears from the shadows.

“You brought your brother,” he says, his deep voice void of emotion.

Emori squares her shoulders. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Gideon says nothing. Emori takes a deep breath. She feels herself settling into her old self again, into a skin made of lies and disguises and stories that hold only a small grain of truth. “That’s what I thought. Now,” she takes a step forward, “let’s talk.”

This time, Bellamy is the one who looks like he wants to hug Emori as she enters the coffee shop and approaches his and Raven’s table. From the look on both of their faces, she had recently been the topic of discussion. That thought leaves an unpleasant burn in her throat.

“Okay, talk,” Raven says the moment Emori sits down.

Emori blinks at Raven. Adrenaline is still singing in her veins, but she can’t find it in herself to harness it into crafting a believable lie.

So she does the unthinkable. She tells the truth. Well, most of it; she tells them about Otan’s call, the fear in his voice when he asked her for help, and her short-lived homecoming. At Raven’s insistence, she adds sparse details about her half-minded call to John, mostly to explain why Bellamy had to drive him to the train station, but also to purge the lingering ache and fear that haunted her at that moment. She needed someone, and she chose him.

He didn’t choose me, she thinks, unbidden. He could have spent the night and left on good terms.

And just like that, the ache that makes her stomach shiver is back. Her heart crashes against her ribs; the space where it beats aches so badly she fights the urge to press her hand against her breastbone.

Raven has said something. Emori didn’t catch it. “What?”

“Why haven’t you emailed J back?” Raven asks again.

Emori feels her forehead crease. Her good hand flies to her neck. She touches the spot below her ear that always tingled when John kissed her neck. “Is he worried?”

“He’s…” Raven is obviously gauging what will make Emori feel the least guilty, searching for something that is enough to be true but not enough to make her hurt.

“He’s not sure how to handle it,” Bellamy interjects diplomatically. “I don’t think he understands what he’s feeling.”

“Do you?” Emori asks, half combative, half exhausted. She feels the ghost of John’s warm body pressed against her back, sees the hatred in his eyes when he walked away. She feels how John used to describe: detached from the world, hovering near the periphery of reality.

“I think you both are dealing with a lot,” Bellamy says, careful, measured. “He’s still dealing with the trauma from Ontari and his mother, and you’re dealing with your brother.”

Emori can’t help but bristle at the disdain on Bellamy’s face when he thinks of Otan even though, when she thinks of what Bellamy said, she knows he’s right.

Damn it.

“Otan’s my family. He’s my responsibility.”

She’s gripping the edge of the table, she realizes. When she lets go, Raven reaches for her hand. “You’re shaking,” she murmurs.

Emori bites on her lower lip so hard she tastes blood. “I’m fine,” she mutters, trying to pull her hand back. Raven doesn’t let go.

“Emori.” Raven leans forward to look Emori in the eye. Her gaze is steady but her words fail her. Emori looks back, unwavering, hoping her own eyes say, see? There is nothing for me now. I will always be trapped here. You should let me go. You should all just let me go.

Bellamy touches Raven’s elbow after that and tells her they need to go, they’ll miss their train. Nothing is settled and not everything has been said, but Emori watches them walk away nonetheless before wandering deeper into the rich part of the city, past the government buildings and the steel and wood apartment facades and all the shiny, ugly things about this city that she used to fantasize about burning to the ground.

The minutes pass by, littered with stoplights and tears on her cheeks, but she barely notices. She only stops when she reaches the very limits of downtown, and then she sits on the curb and watches the sun go down.

“Emori.”

Emori looks up from the gutter she’s been carefully studying for the past 45 minutes, but doesn’t turn around. “Jaha.”

The older man sits down next to her, extending his legs into the street and crossing them at the ankles. She pulls her knees to her chest and rests her chin there, avoiding his eyes.

“Gideon told me your meeting went well.”

“Yes.” Emori stands. She looks down at Jaha and sighs. Somewhere beyond this street, cicadas are screaming. A firefly flashes before her eyes.

She hates this man. He’s too placid, too delusional, and, worst of all, he took her brother from her long before any of this ever happened.

“Will your brother be returning to us?” Jaha asks carefully.

The question is a punch to the gut, a twist of a knife. “What?”

“You knew Otan was with me,” Jaha says evenly, looking up at her. She knows; she remembers Otan’s knife to her neck, her shaking voice telling him he has a choice: slit her throat and walk away, or come back to her.

Just thinking this, she wants nothing more than to put her fist through Jaha’s face.

“I didn’t know he still worked for you.” She didn’t, truly; the shock in her voice is real. There has been no evidence, no signs of tech with infinity symbols on them anywhere in the apartment.

“He’s been in and out of our ranks, yes, but he’s still one of us.” Jaha regards her placidly. “That was very brave, what you did for him.”

Rage rises up in Emori, threatening to choke her. “Fuck you,” she says, succinctly, and sprints home without a second thought.

The whole way there, her heart is beating out of her chest. She feels like either throwing up or screaming. She makes up her mind when she barges through the apartment door and slams straight into her brother.

“Otan!” she shouts, springing back from him as if he’s burned her. “You’re still working with Jaha?! On the ALIE project?!”

“You knew that!” He’s immediately on guard. He knew this was coming. “What the hell, Emori?”

“I knew you were working with him on the side, but you never said a damn thing about the ALIE project,” she hisses. “You know how dangerous that is! That almost got you killed!” You almost killed me. “Why would you do that?”

“I had no choice,” he hisses. “We pissed Baylis’ crew off, and Jaha would keep me safe.”

“You left me for him ?”

“You were in prison,” Otan argues. “You were safe! I was the one left to the fucking dogs!”

“I thought you left me for good!” Emori screams. “You stopped coming to visit! You stopped answering my calls and emails! You abandoned me!”

“Because Jaha said it was what was best!”

“Fuck you,” Emori seethes. She pushes past her brother, towards the bathroom, eager for a shower and a door that locks. “You chose him over me. That’s all there is to it.”

“Emori-” she hears Otan say, but the slam and lock of the door drowns out any more excuses.

She braces her hands on either side of the sink and regards her reflection in the mirror. She remembers another bathroom, two doors away from-

No. She won’t think about him.

She remembers shaking, spitting bile into a sink, crying into his-

No!

“I’m going to bed, Em,” Otan says through the door. Emori can feel his hesitation, can hear his intake of breath, and breathes out a soft breath when he pads away.

She stays in there for a long while, staring into her own eyes, tracing her cheeks, her tattoo, her jawline, through the stains on the mirror. Eventually, she showers, wrapping herself in a ratty yellow towel she finds under the sink and inspecting her reflection, then what of her body she can see with her own eyes. Through the steam, she notes with interest, her bad hand looks like a root in a foggy forest.

When she was younger, she hated the sight of herself. Now, she’s resigned: resigned to the sadness in her eyes, resigned to the horrible things she’s done, resigned to the darkness forever tugging on the edges of her consciousness, hovering on the periphery of her brain.

She hates it. She can live like this, with her hand and her crimes and the horrible things she’s done, but she doesn’t want to.

The longer she stands still, the more restless she feels. She paces back and forth, walking the length of the bathroom, stopping at the small window across from the door that faces the train tracks and overlooks more apartment buildings, more broken homes, more jagged streets cutting through the city.

She remembers climbing the stairs to the train station, the stone in her stomach that disappeared when she saw him, remembers the sharp and sweet ache that settled in her bones every time she looked at those eyes, that sharp mouth, those desperate hands.

She bursts from the bathroom before she even realizes she’s moving and races to the side of the bed, where her backpack and a small pile of dirty clothes.

She finds it: John’s thermal sweatshirt. She’d forgotten she was wearing it when she left the house, and she clings to it now, despite the rapidly-deteriorating rational part of her brain that screams at her to get rid of it, to forget, to let go, damn it.

As she retreats back to the bathroom, she grabs her phone and types in a number with shaky fingers. The small screen tells her that it’s nearly two in the morning. How long can she keep doing this: living in these disjointed, early hours, processing the things that hurt with an exhausted mind?

“Hello?”

She holds John’s shirt to her chest. The fabric is soft. It smells like Raven’s house, like John’s blankets, like a cold fall night. “I did my part,” she says softly. Her voice sounds like gravel. “He’s...I...” She takes a shuddering breath. “I want to come home.”

“You can.” John’s voice is unreadable. “I’m not stopping you.”

“I won’t do it unless you want me to.”

She can’t see him, but she can tell that something inside him is breaking. “Can I come get you?”

In the mirror, Emori sees herself smile. “Tomorrow. Just so I can say goodbye.”

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