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sensei-venus · 9 months

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Had this idea from one of @gemini-sensei recently Hawk/Gremlin!Reader posts. I thought this would be cute.

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Every sense that day they had been a inseparable couple.

For the first few weeks they tried their best to keep the relationship a secret from the others. It was easy for a while, Miguel and Sam rarely questioned why the two of them hung out together. He was keeping Reader busy in their eyes and that was about it. It was pretty normal that Hawk was to be on watch duty for the girl. Reader was still as random and weird as usual and Hawk was till as cocky and pissy as he normal was.

It wasn’t until they decided to tell them after almost being caught making out…under one of the decks at the dojo. Reader simply popped out from under it when they where on break from class and dragged him under for a quick make out session.

It was all hot and giggly until Sam and Miguel decided to have their own little moment right outside where they where hiding. They knew they had to tell them at some point now. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out anyway.

Telling them was easier then expecting but the reaction was comical.

Sam didn’t seem to question it much at first but as a little time went on she did. The idea of a boy and girl getting together in her mind was completely normal, happens all the time of course. But then she starts thing about who they are talking about. Yeah that is definitely a little out of the ordinary.

Miguel may or may not blow a gasket at the new shocking information. He really cares about and loves Reader but he never thought she would end up with anyone in his direct friend group. He always thought she would end up going out and finding someone just as strange as her. With the news of her going out with Hawk he is in a bit of shock. Hawk always seemed to dislike baby sitting Reader and practically begged him not to make him do it. It had him pulling out his dyed hair every single time. Having to chase her around seemed to always set him on edge. Being told they where dating now? A complete and utter shock. But he did start to see how the two really got on together and it started to make more sense.

Both of them where pretty adventurous and like to keep active. Hawk was more active by routine while Reader was just all over the place because she could be. Both of them liked the same things, similar hobbies and interests, they even tried new things together. That girl always seemed to have the boy on his toes at every minute. It was kinda cute two watch the two do stupid things together.

Everyone was very supportive after they came out to everyone.

Life went by and things changed in good ways as time ticked by for everyone. Friendships and relationships grew, school ended and graduation was done. People took breaks and some went to college, new jobs and life decisions. But for the most part everyone stayed close by. Miguel and Hawk stayed close and even hung out every other week after the both of them got off work and school.

Something big happened one late evening when they where out at a bar hanging out.

“So I was thinking about asking Reader to marry me soon.”

Miguel almost choked on his beer and blew some out though his nose. He coughed and hacked a little which made Hawk squint his eyes and scoff. He tried to catch his breath as he turns his attention back to his friend.

“Wait really? Not that I’m saying I didn’t see it coming it’s just kind soon? I though it would be another year or two before you decided to pop the question.” He wipes at his mouth. Dribbles of beer spilled down his chin a little and onto his shirt.

“I don’t know, it just feels right. We have our own place now and we are already starting to settle down. Life is going pretty good for the both of us and it just feels the the time is now.”

“Have you liked picked out a ring yet?”

Hawk fumbles in his pocket for a moment before pulling something out and placing it on the table. Miguel blinks a few times with a frown.

“Uhhhh I don’t know if that’s exactly what she would want.”

“Your really saying that after knowing her for so long?”

“Ok I take it back, she is going to love it. Just don’t let her put it in her mouth this time-“

“She won’t be able to once I do what I want with it. It’s going to look cool man trust me.”

Miguel gave him a questioning look as he grabbed the item and shoved it back into his pocket. He really wanted to question what he meant by that but decided against it. Both Reader and Hawk where weird in their own little way. It was best to not even try and question what his little plan was. He would just have to hear about it later on.

It was about two months later that Hawk had everyone planned and ready. He made sure every little detail was perfect for when he wanted to pop the question to his girlfriend. He promises to take her out on a trail for the weekend when they where both off. Of course she said yes and went crazy over the idea of getting to go out to the woods and look for stuff. Hawk made sure to bring a huge bag full of stuff then would need. Everytime they went out to the woods it was like going back to a pleasant memory. It brought back so much from when they first started going out together and dating.

After a few hours of walking around, Reader finding a whole bunch of new stuff to add to her collection back home. New rocks and a few cool pieces of wood. In her mind she already knew where she was going to put them when they got back to the house. She giggle as she pulled Hawk along the trail. He smirks at her with all teeth.

“You remember this place?”

“Umm kinda? This is the same trail you confessed your feelings to me right?” She feels her face get warm at the memory. There wasn’t a day that went by when she didn’t think about it. It made her feel all fuzzy for a brief moment.

She had liked Hawk for a while before he confessed. Weeks of hanging out with him when Miguel and Sam where to busy. Over those weeks and months she grew closer to him, but not close enough to show any kinda of true feelings towards him. Deep down she believed that he would never like her like that. He didn’t even like hanging around her from the way he acted most of the time, she saw how he would groan and moan when Miguel would ask him to stay with her.

It hurt but she knew it was true, he just didn’t like her like that. But when that day in the woods happened she felt like she was touched by some saving light or something. The little fantasy she made up of him actually liking her came true when he confessed his feelings. It didn’t feel real.

But then he kissed her and she knew it was.

She almost yelped when he pulled her down next to the stream on the other side of the trail. He lead her over to a shady area. Looking up her eyes gazed into the beaches and leaves of the trees hanging above them. Light slowly seeped though the foliage and down onto them.

“You know I remember what you did here that day. When we kissed down here for the first time.” Hawk said in a more serious tone, his voice low but sweet. She could see the way his eyes glazed a little as he stared at her. She cocked her head for a moment before looking back up though the tree tops.

“What?”

She didn’t even notice when he lets go of one of her hands and reaches into the bag he brought. He pulls out a small white ring box that fits perfectly in his hand. He smiles as he flicks it open, his eyes only briefly look up at her again. The grin on his lips is huge as he slowly gets down on one knee.

“I know you slipped that rock into my pocket when we where kissing. I found it later when I got home. I kept it you know, in a little box under my bed with a lot of the other stuff you gave me after that. I think it was time I finally give it back.”

Reader’s head snaps back as she says “What? Why would you want to give it back-“ she looks down at him with wide eyes.

“It was a gift to youuu….”

Hawk kneels down in front of her still holding onto one of her hands tightly. The other holding a open a ring box. Inside is a ring nestled inside it.

It wasn’t a diamond ring, a polished stone sat perfectly embedded in the middle of the metal.

“Eli-“

“I wanted to give it back to you but in a different way. I have loved this stupid rock for years now because not only was it a gift from you but to me it stands for something completely different. This simple rock stands for you, it stands for the quirky, weird strange girl I feel in love with. She believes giving me a simple rock was the perfect way to show her love and feelings for me. So here I am, giving her that very rock to show my love and feelings.”

He huffs slightly.

“Reader will you please marry me?”

It was silent for a while as everything sunk in for the both of them. Reader felt tears start to come to her eyes as she looked at her long time boyfriend.

Hawk nervously sat waiting wondering if he really did pick the right moment to ask her. What if she wasn’t ready? What if he read all the signal wrongs and it was to soon? He started to anxiously chew at the inside of his cheek.

“Eli yes!! Yes I will marry you!!” She practically yells at him. He’s in shock but is quick to tear the ring from its box and quickly place it onto her finger. She squeals as he put it on her and just stares at it, tears already starting to bubble. He is quick to kiss her. The two of them just stand there in the middle of the woods kissing for a while.

They pull back and Reader just stares at the ring that is now on her chubby little finger.

“Can I-“

“If I find you putting it in your mouth I’m taking it back and I’m drawing a fake one on there.” Hawk says out of love as he kisses her full pouting cheeks.

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tunawithsoysauce · 19 days

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Stuff you might wanna know :3

about ~me~

Name: Finn/Todd Henriksson

Age: 13 (2011)

Swedish, third generation Finnish

Weird

Transboy

Bisexual

👆 the main stuff. Scroll for a bit more detailed bullshit.

▪︎I LOVE MUSIC!!! I go to a music highschool, my parents are musicians and I love singing and playing french horn. Fun thing, right!?

▪︎I'M TRANS (wow!) I'm transmasc, and have been as long as I can remember (I came out at eight, I believe?) And my pronouns are he/him! I'm a boy. Only boy.

▪︎I USUALLY DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING (wha) I don't know what im doing. Most of the time. Id like to believe im kind and try to be good, but you know. It is what it is.

▪︎HAIR DYE AND ROCKS! (lmao what) i love dying my hair. And rocks. Not cool rocks. Just... rocks.

▪︎ART!!!! (YIPPIE !) I love drawing and writing and stuff like that. Very fun. Its like the only thing I do haha

▪︎NERD!!! (OFc) I love fixating on stuff. Which leads me to our next segment...

▪︎Interests (online)

The main ones AREEEE: *drumroll*

1. Doctor who! (My sister used to love it. She showed me it all and now im as big a nerd as she is.)

2. Sherlock holmes! (Or Sherlock & co. Both. Mostly just the novels. The BBC show if you make me.)

3. Good omens! Or Neil gaiman in general! (He's very cool)

Eeeeh otherwise im very obsessed with loads of stuffs. Just. Ask me if ive seen something, ill probably have.

Family!

▪︎Mum & dad! (My mum's mean sometimes. Not all the time. She can be good. She’s just... she has a diffrent way of loving.) (Dad! He's amazing. I love him.)

▪︎ main siblings! (I have two fully bio siblings. Otto, and Ruben. Otto is 6 and Ruben is 14. Otto is silly, my big brother is amazing. He's my true rolemodel :))

▪︎ half siblings (I DONT ACTUALLY CALL THEM HALF SIBLINGS)

A) -Anna!! She's the one im closest to. She’s the youngest (26) and has a cat and a fiancee (Jim.) Jim's cool. Very silly. He's also sort of a role model, for me. He's been in my life for all of it, I think? My sister had a boyfriend before that. He was very quiet. Anna is very nice and I love having sleepovers with her. She was also the one who introduced me to Doctor who!! We always have so much fun. She really likes the beatles. Don't know why I put that there. She just really likes them. Felt important.

B) Malin!! My middle big sister. She’s awesome, and She’s got a whole family. A husband (He's amazing and so so so smart i literally think he's so cool) which i think is very rad, and my neice !!! He's called Einar. He's 3. He calls me "uncle Todd" (AJSKSJJDKD)

C) My biggest brother Mattias. He's quiet, but also very awesome. His girlfriend is very nice too. She has green hairdye in her hair. :3)

▪︎FRIENDS!!!

I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!

This includes:

1. Leija! We met in the beginning of fourth grade. She’s weird like me. And awesome. I love her.

2. Elsa!!! She's been my best friend all my life. Our mums know eachother. She’s kind and beautiful and always makes me happy.

3. Elvira!!! My mandatory lesbian friend. That's a joke. She’s cool. And very nice. She never speaks ill of anyone. She’s truly the kindest human ever.

4. Sofie!!! A non-binary chaos machine. I love them. They're always a joy to be around.

5. Max!!! My absolute best friend. He's amazing even though we barely met even a year ago. I visit him frequently.

5. Jack!!! (Love interest? Kind of dating?)

Side characters (wtf)

▪︎My therapist!! She's called Emma. Uh.

▪︎My father figure!!! Otto. Not to be confused with my little brother.

▪︎ My Swedish teacher!! I just think she's awesome. She’s also called Anna. Not to be confused with my sister.

▪︎ All my finnish friends! Jesus christ if I named all of the finnish blokes ive befriended id die typing.

▪︎ this random dude I met on reddit i haven't talked to for two months :D

▪︎Sofia!! A lady at my school. She’s awesome. She’s practically my step mum. She’s held me while I cried in the nurses office more than I can think.

▪︎ uhm

Hobbies!!

Mondays: french horn B)

Tuesdays: dancing!! (With Elvira:))

Wednesdays: orchestra!! (French horn)

Thursdays: TSS!! (A place you can hang out at)

Fridays: bugging my music teacher and playing drums with my bassist friend until I get kicked out!

School

As previously mentioned i go to a music school. We have music everyday. Its awesome.

I love swedish, music, art, english, french, and history.

I hate P.E, math, science and homeroom.

Bye :33

#blog #about me #all about me #yayyyyy

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xochaithoughts · 7 months

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for kalliope

Happy belated birthday, Kalliope! A thousand thanks for participating in my tarot ask game! This feels random but the question I chose for you is sort of Halloween inspired, sort myth inspired since your name is greek inspired. I thought it was fun so I really hope you enjoy it!

(fluid: he/him, she/her, they/them | libra sun, cancer moon, gemini rising | dealer’s choice: “If Kalliope were a mythological creature, what sort of figure would they be?”)

©️2023. cancersstellium

Bottom of the deck: King of Coins. From left to right: Seven of Cups, Page of Wands, Ten of Wands. For you, Kalliope, short story: You would be a genie. Not like Genie from Aladdin. Yes, you’d be blue, but you’d have free will— no lamp or anything like that— for the most post. You travel where you want, when you want. You had hobbies, interests. It’s just that you do have to grant wishes. It’s part of the whole “genie” thing. Ridiculous, I know. For a while, you tried not granting wishes, but it quickly became apparent as to why you had to. It was a dark time. So you make it work. You have fun with it. Mostly, you can be found need on shores, near bodies of water. And living forever has its perks. In ancient Greece, you stumped Hermes—though, he wasn’t that bright anyways— literally. After a bad wish, you turned him into a tree for bit after you saw him chasing dryads. In 16th century France, Descartes almost bested you (but not quite). And in today’s time? It’s a bit less fun, because everyone usually wishes for the same thing. But on occasions, you’ll wander into a random town— usually a small one— and ask the first person you see what they would wish for if they could have anything. Even predictability can be fun sometimes. The guy wishing he had a fast car to impress his friends? Granted. He is now one of the fastest cars on the market. You changed him back after a year. No harm, no foul. The woman who wished to win the lottery? Clearly she’d never read of The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. But you had. And so on. However, it was this, surprisingly that made you appeal to modern mortals. They began to seek you out as a way to “test their wits” against you. So for years you offered a deal. Three guileless wishes to the first mortal that could best you. You became a sort of legend, which was hard in 21st century. And in truth, it was good fun. Of course, no one ever did best you, but you never expected them to. After a millennia or so, you have up your corporeal form, something genies rarely did, opting to become myth and legend. The other option I got from this is a sort of dark genie. You have no name, no one form. Or, at least, if you had either of these things, the mortals didn’t know. In the early days, you dwelled in a cave, made of lapis lazuli and clear quartz. There was a town nearby and as small towns do, a rumor began. Apparently one that encouraged thrill seekers and those seeking wealth to ransack your dwellings. It was widely known that no one ever made it back. Illusions were your specialty. Once someone crossed the threshold of the cave, they found themselves ensconced in an illusion depicting their greatest desires. And the illusions you cast depended entirely on the character of the one who had ventured in. If they were pure of heart, they saw their desires and dreams exactly as they had always imagined them. But if not… And in truth, they rarely were good at heart. Not many “pure of heart” go wandering into caves that promise riches at the cost of “never returning”. Actually, sometimes you returned them to their town, though usually a decade or two had slipped by before you realised they had been there. (After all, you had better things to do then pay attention to dazed mortals.) Other times, they grew old there, trapped in illusion. please let me know how or if this resonates, as much as your comfortable with. i value all feedback, long or short.

🚪 from the land of kings and monsters, eden

@venusiankalliope

#🚪 the oracle next door #free tarot reading #🦅 the oracle is early!#🃏 the oracle’s tarot— personal readings

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onecantsimply · 1 year

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Another New Idea Headcanon-

Trying out new shit feels good in fanfic-

This time, I’ll be going for a reader that’s Jack’s Valkyrie Partner. But they had a rather interesting hobby of playing instruments on their time off of their... ‘job.’ Specifically playing the guitar or something.

As usual, GN reader-

Warnings: Maybe ooc Jack, and Spoilers of Record of Ragnarok, so if you don’t like that... unfortunate.

Apparently, Hlokk complained too much- Now Jack has been assigned to another Volundr Partner by Brunhilde herself- One thing your favorite serial killer never expected was for you to have quite an interesting hobby of listening or blastic music in your abode. He never did think you were the type of person to play a whole ass rock guitar. Of course he would never judge you by your first looks, so when Brunhilde introduces the two of you to each other, he’ll always stay patient.

- Just slightly surprising to him, you were rather polite with your way of speaking. Yet, while that was the case, your expression read as something different. Previously, before Jack and Brunhilde had reached your room, she had described you to be a sort of killer, like he was. And... your mother forgot to use a condom, so you were now an experiment for her- That had her job of getting rid of certain people rather easier. But while you were rather strong, you did have your limits. So you tend to be in your own abode, doing your own thing.

- While off the job, you always to tend to listen to music, or play pieces you recognize. Specially the guitar. Though while you do things to relax, you stay ready for any incoming job. So, the weapons tend to make Jack just faintly tense. Your color is rather bland or dull as well, so he has no indication of if you bother to attack or not. But whatever the result, you are needed. So Jack has to keep you alive one way or another. And oh hey, look at how similar you two are. Kind of, anyways.

Now, well at least you aren’t as buggy as a certain 8th Valkyrie.

While it’s not an instant click between you and Jack, you two may tend to bond from that feeling of trouble or trauma you had both went through. Whether as children or not. And... he found out you haven’t had tea before. That’s going to change. He’ll definitely be pleased to know you’ll enjoy it quite a lot if you’re “so much like him”. Well, even better that you don’t poke fun at him for his emotion seeing eye. You have unique traits of your own, so why make fun of others for theirs?

- Also, Jack tends to figure out that you naturally have trouble with emotions. No one did tend to approach you, after all. Most likely because you had adapted to your job of assassinating others so quickly. To others, it’s automatic that you would be left in the dark to find out things for your own. Even by your own Valkyrie sisters. Hell, you were never included in the number of Valkyries, only going down as someone that had died at birth. You didn’t even know that Ragnarok was going on.

- Well, from how it seems like you have no emotions, you don’t have that much activities other than training, or playing that guitar of yours. Jack can definitely tell that you’ve been playing it for a good while if you could pretty much play things by ear. He’s a small fond of the fact that you have a color of fascinated emotion while playing new pieces. Perhaps something you could distract yourself with longer? But still... you can’t play music forever. So, Jack may be fixing up your schedule a bit-

You now have some Shakespeare books you can read. Some in which you recognize, and some you may grow faintly confused at. Jack would love to tell you of what the quotes mean, and how some of them may tend to have hidden meanings behind them. Only if you look close enough or long enough, will you find the true meaning behind those words. Sometimes training is welcome to get Jack into his prime, or a better shape than how he was before. Of course it works. He’ll make both you and him some tea after as well. Good news. You like tea-

- Now, if we tend to skip the days of “bonding” with Jack and go all the way to Ragnarok, your advice during the fight would help quite a bit- You’ve been alive for a long while, so Jack tends to abide to your words when it comes to avoiding Heracles’ attacks in a efficient way. Well... at least he knows you care for him somewhat now- Maybe to keep yourself alive? Well, looks like there’s more to you than Jack had saw while sparring with you. Though, anyhow, by the time Jack gets his leg and chest wound, something about him seems... different.

- You can already feel his emotions change. He’s getting his Humanity restored through Heracles’ words and actions. Especially that tight hug when Jack had used “Dear God”. The air around him was different. From what you were able to watch as a spirit from behind him... it was definitely a positive change. Perhaps... he didn’t want to kill anymore?

Well... he did it. He killed Heracles. The emotion he was in tended to have you in a sort of concern, since you hadn’t seen Jack like this before. His emotion from what you’ve heard of... was sadness. But really, despite of you knowing what emotion he was in, you couldn’t do anything but listen. It did happen to be unexpected once you had helped him into the tunnel, and into the medbay. But during that time, you had given him a brief hug, speaking of how you heard it was what others do when they know others are saddened by something.

- Goodness... that hug seemed to be a sort of realization for Jack. But yet, by the time he had realized it, he was already asleep, being taken care of by nurses. Hm... maybe he did change you as well, judging from how you had visited him a few times during the week, Instead of playing your guitar, you had watched over him, wondering when he would wake up.

- Though... despite him being asleep, he could still hear you at times. Once, you had spoken of why you had spoken and warned him of each incoming hit of Heracles, he had learned that it was because you didn’t want him to die. ... You never did have any concern for yourself, did you?

#jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #Jack the ripper record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐎𝐂)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Next part

A/N: This is the start of what is essentially a slow burn, friends to lovers fix-it/canon divergence fic that has been rattling around my head for over a week now. I usually post each part on AO3 before I post it on Tumblr, and I have a few written in advance for me to upload while I write more of the story in my spare time. If you want more info on my OC, the link to the google doc is here.

Sunday July 11th, 1982

Renee Hopper had been unsure of what to expect for her summer break in a new town. Whatever she’d expected, it wasn’t spending time hanging around with Jonathan Byers and his family in their little house near the woods. She’d only been in Hawkins for just over twenty four hours, so her dad had decided to introduce her to some of the locals, so she’d at least know one person before she started at Hawkins High in the fall. Her dad was sat inside the house with Jonathan’s mom, Joyce, while Renee was lying on the grass out front with Jonathan.

It turned out that she and Jonathan had a few things in common, but not a lot. Both of them didn’t have a lot of friends – although the reasons were completely different – and they both enjoyed more artsy hobbies rather than being sporty. They also weren’t all that popular in school. However, Renee’s lack of popularity was because she didn’t care enough to try and climb her old high school’s social ladder whereas Jonathan was seen as a freak and an outcast.

Jonathan had asked her a lot of questions about life in New York. He was keenly interested in going to NYU when he graduated high school, so hearing that she lived there for as long as she could remember had piqued his interest. He didn’t only ask about the city, of course. He asked her about her interests – her tastes in music and films and books. Even their taste in music turned out to be different, they both shared the common interest of horror films.

Renee sat up at the sound of approaching footsteps, looking back over her shoulder to find her dad approaching.

“Just driving down to the store to buy a few bits for a barbecue. You wanna come or do you wanna stay here with Joyce?”

She brushed a stray brunette hair out of her face and tightened her ponytail, knuckles brushing against the shaved her round the back of her head. “Can I have some soda if I come with you?”

“Sure, as long as you help me carry everything back to the car and help me cook everything later.”

Renee grinned as she hauled herself to her feet and made her way over to her dad’s police car, briefly waving goodbye to Jonathan before she climbed into the passenger side seat. Her dad joined her soon after, a cigarette perched between his lips as he buckled himself in and turned the key in the ignition. The radio came on as soon as the engine started, Don’t You Want Me by Human League filling the car and spilling out of the wound down windows as her dad pulled out of the Byers’ driveway.

Once at the supermarket, Renee picked up a basket and started to make her way around the store in search of soda while her dad made a beeline for the refrigerated meats section. She rubbed the back of her head as she tried to navigate her way through the different sections until she ended up amongst bottles and cans of beer. While she was underage and definitely wouldn’t be allowed to drink, she figured her dad would want some, so she began browsing. She squinted as she held each bottle up close to her face in order to read what was on the backs of them. Why did they have to make the writing so fucking small and difficult to read?

“Are you even old enough to be drinking?”

The brunette turned her head to find a boy that looked around her age with short, chestnut curls, round brown eyes, and a baggy band shirt with various holes in the fabric watching her with interest, a six pack of beers in his hand.

“A little underage drinking never hurt anybody,” she joked before nodding her head in the direction of the beers in his grasp. “You’re hardly one to talk anyway! Are you drinking all of those by yourself or do you have a friend to help you out?”

He laughed, making her smile. “Legally speaking, they’re for my uncle. I’ll probably sneak one when he’s not looking. So, technically they’re not for me.”

Renee hummed. “Well, seeing as you clearly help your uncle buy alcohol so often can you help me out here? I have no idea what beer my dad would want, and these stupid labels have tiny writing that even a rat wouldn’t be able to read.”

The boy stepped closer and took the bottle from her. “Bud Light is a pretty good choice. Everyone drinks that one. Sierra Nevada is also a solid one if your dad likes pale ale. Does he have a preference?”

Trying not to make it obvious she’d only been living in Hawkins for a day, the brunette picked up a Sierra Nevada that he’d pointed at. “I don’t think he’s too fussed, really. As long as it tastes good, he’ll drink it.”

“Wayne, my uncle, he’s the same. If it’s cheap and doesn’t taste like piss, he drinks it.”

Renee giggled and placed a couple more bottles of beer in her basket before the two of them started to slowly wander towards the end of the aisle. “I’m Renee, by the way. Renee Hopper.”

The boy bowed a little with a flourish of his hand. “Eddie Munson, at your service. I live down on the trailer park near the woods.”

Both of them chatted for a while as they placed various items in their baskets, Renee stocking up on soda and snacks while Eddie placed cheap tins of food in his. Despite the two of them being practically strangers, Renee found herself growing to like Eddie. It turned out that he was a year older than her and due to become a junior in high school come the start of the fall term. He was an only child and living with his uncle due to circumstances not being ideal with his parents and was part of Hawkins High’s Dungeons and Dragons club. He was a fairly talkative person, which suited her just fine, and was very expressive with his hands when he talked. All in all, he seemed like a really nice guy.

Their conversation was abruptly cut short when they bumped into Renee’s dad and Eddie’s uncle at the checkout.

“Beer? You were going to buy beer? If you weren’t my daughter I could have you arrested for trying to buy this shit, you’re only 15!” Renee’s dad turned his glare on Eddie. “Did you put her up to this? Are you trying to corrupt my daughter?”

Her face turned red. “Dad, stop it! Eddie didn’t encourage me to do anything, I was bringing the beer to you so that you could buy it and have it for yourself. I wasn’t going to have any, I promise.”

“Yeah, a likely story. And I suppose he wasn’t buying any of the beer in his basket for himself either. I’m not stupid, Ren, I know what teenage boys are like.”

The brunette began silently wishing for a hole to give way beneath her and swallow her up to save her from the embarrassment of getting berated in front of not just Eddie but everyone else in the supermarket too. At least it wasn’t her mom though. Her mom would be shouting and making a scene, ranting for God knows how long about how the youth of today just seemed to be happy to throw their lives away and piss it up the wall.

“Come on now, Jim. She doesn’t seem like a bad kid. She probably was just putting it in the basket for you.” Renee felt her shoulders untense at Wayne’s words.

Her dad sighed and took the shopping basket out of her hand. “Go and wait in the car. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“But I thought you wanted me to-”

“Now, before I change my mind.”

Huffing in irritation, Renee shoved her hands into the pockets of her too-long jeans and skulked outside to the car. It took a moment for her to realise that Eddie was right behind her, his basket likely being taken care of by his uncle.

Once they reached the vehicle, Renee hopped onto the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut, window rolled down so that Eddie could lean in.

“Your dad give you grief often?” he asked, his head tilted and resting on his arms.

Renee sighed. “My dad and I never really saw each other much while I was growing up. He moved back here after he and my mom got divorced when I was a kid and I ended up living with my mom in New York. Funnily enough, he’s a lot more lenient than Mom is.”

Eddie scoffed. “That was him being lenient? I’d hate to see what he’s like when he’s being strict.”

She laughed at that, folding her arms and crossing one leg over the other at the knees. “He’s cool, really. I think he’s just stressed because he’s now got to look after me as well as himself. The past few years have been… tough.”

Eddie said nothing in response, instead looking at her with the all too familiar expression of pity on his face and she hated it. She hated it because that meant he knew, also meaning that everyone else in this godforsaken town knew too. It was a small town so of course everyone knew about Sara, but that didn’t make her feel any better. If anything, it made her dread starting school in the fall. She didn’t really feel like having everyone watching and whispering about her dead sister and her cop dad. There would be people, like Eddie, who would give her sympathetic smiles. And then, on the flipside, there would be people who would tease and make fun of her for having a cop for a father and a sister that died from cancer. Teenagers were fucking cruel.

Shortly after the conversation had ended, Renee’s dad arrived, and Eddie moved away from the window to help pack the groceries into the trunk. Probably trying to get into her dad’s good books, the brunette thought. She didn’t mind of course. In fact, she was glad to get a break from his sympathetic looks.

Her dad promptly got into the driver’s seat and the two of them clicked their seatbelts into place. The car roared to life and Renee gazed out of the window over to where Eddie now stood next to a van – probably his and Wayne’s. He gave her an enthusiastic wave and a grin as her dad started to reverse ready to leave the parking lot. She couldn’t help but smile and wave back to him as her dad put the car into gear and drove away back to the Byers’ house.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x oc #eddie x hopper!oc #slow burn #friends to lovers #fanfic #my fanfic #mine #my oc

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justapoet · 2 years

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about stars we can’t fit in constellations (and hearts under snowstorms)

“By the way, my dear friend, have you given it a thought? The hobby thing?”

Carlos sighed, and crossed his arms over his chest, too.

“I have, yeah. A lot of thoughts, really,” he replied, and stopped talking.

“And?” Delilah insisted. Carlos switched his weight from one leg to another.

“I don’t know, Delilah. I don’t really think about changing my routine. It’s good as it is,” Carlos said, shrugging. “I’m already used to it.”

She sighed.

“That’s not a valid argument, Lito. You know that."

“It hasn’t killed me,” he said.

“Yet.”

Ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“It’s the twelfth of November. How are people so Christmas-y already?” Carlos’ voice sounded low, trying to fight with the noisy streets of New York as they walked aimlessly around by the end of another weekday.

They had left the NYU together, as it usually happened — something about being better to be stuck in traffic together, the environment being preserved, and because it was cheaper to split the gas — and were then walking around the city aimlessly, for Delilah wanted to do something she didn’t quite know what it was. Carlos followed, because although he could find something else to do, spending time with his friend was a good way to end the day.

They had walked for a while, Delilah somehow determined to find a new place to have dinner — “new experiences”, or something like that — and yet being distracted by a few stores they passed by. Carlos couldn’t blame her, really, for he quite liked shopping and stopping to see displays and showcases, and it was a nice thing to do with company, especially one as enthusiastic and garrulous as his best friend, who never seemed to run out of things to say.

Carlos was more than happy to be quiet, answering when needed so she could hook another story or link another comment — or even change the subject completely — and looking around the city, at the bright lights and the buildings and the people that passed around in a hush. It was a habit he got from liking it best to be silent most times, which makes things and life seem a little bit more interesting and detailed than it usually is.

And New York had a lot to show, honestly, perhaps even a little too much. Noises and lights, and so many things over so many other that didn’t seem to fit exactly where they were; it looked a lot like all the ideas he had and piled up inside his head and notebooks, just to never touch or even finished them again. If he could think of any allegory to describe his creative side, the Big Apple would be quite perfect for the job.

Especially at the end of the year.

Sure, Carlos could understand that people like the beauty Christmas bring and everything that comes with the celebration — food, family, cliché Netflix movies with Vanessa Hudgens — but it was still early November. There was still more than a month to go before the twenty-fifth, and even before winter actually started on the north hemisphere, and the whole city decided to decorate with fake snowmen, pine trees and red, green, golden, and silver ornaments.

If the carols started soon as that, Carlos wasn’t sure he would dare to leave his hotel room before February came. That, if people decided to go easy with Valentine’s Day.

And voicing his indignation, consequently interrupting something Delilah said, was nearly involuntary. He was starring upwards, at the window of a ridiculously tall building where someone put the figure of Santa Claus climbing up a small set of stairs, and his brows furrowed against his will or notice.

Delilah stopped talking, looked at her friend, and then followed his gaze at whatever window he stared at. Then, she raised an eyebrow, and looked back at Carlos.

“Because it’s the twelfth of November, and Christmas time?” she asked, ironically. “Why else?”

Carlos looked at her from the corner of his eye and pressed his lips together.

“We barely got out of Halloween. There’s just— how did people find time to even change all the decorations and hang so many lights?” Carlos asked, somehow genuinely surprised.

“Well, my dear,” Delilah replied. “Some people organize their daily schedule with things other than working and overworking, you know? Might sound a surprise, I know,” she placed a hand over his arm, nodding her head and furrowing her brows dramatically while staring at him. “Brand new information might get you off-guard. But some people actually live.”

Carlos’ expression turned flat, and he pressed his lips together in a thin line, eyeing his friend with annoyance. Delilah’s smile couldn’t get smugger.

“You think you’re such a funny creature, don’t you?” he asked, and she shrugged. “What a comedian. Incredible,” Carlos continued, ironically, and Delilah just shrugged again. “And I don’t think that hanging fairy-lights and putting clothes in bushes count as ‘living’, either.”

Delilah scoffed.

“As if you’d know what counts as living,” she joked. “And there’s never a time for fairy-lights, for your information. And there’s never enough fairy-lights on Christmas time, either,” she added, and Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Visual pollution would disagree,” he retorted. “And Christmas is still far, Delilah. Not to mention, even if it wasn’t, I don’t get the hype,” Carlos murmured the last time, and his friend just gasped in disbelief.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not,” she exclaimed. “Don’t go full-Grinch on me, Reyes. Especially not you, whose birthday is literally on Christmas Eve. You don’t get the right,” she said. “Your birthday is right in the center of the most festive season of the year!”

Carlos shrugged, too.

“So is Jesus Christ’s,” he joked.

“Nice guy, true, but everyone celebrates his birthday already,” she retorted. “As for yours, you don’t seem to do it yourself!” she exclaimed, lowkey exasperated. Carlos only shrugged, yet once again. “You are not pulling the Grinch on me, Carlos.”

He laughed.

“I am not!” he exclaimed himself, and Delilah retorted quickly. “No, I am not. Sure, Christmas Eve is nice and all,” Carlos concluded. “But it does lose a little magic when you’re seven and get the consciousness that you’ll forever get one gift for both celebrations. Unlike the rest of the world,” he added.

“This can’t be the reason you’re this apathic over Christmas,” Delilah said, slightly outraged. “Are you serious right now?”

“I was seven! And they told me I couldn’t get a Nintendo and a police car!” Carlos replied, his voice even more outraged than his friend’s. “It was Christmas! That’s traumatizing!”

“Christmas means family gatherings and not getting a police car was traumatizing?” she asked, shaking her head.

Carlos laughed.

“Yeah, good point,” the man nodded. “But yes. It was. That police car was amazing, Delilah,” Carlos reasoned, and the blonde woman rolled her eyes. “Seriously! It was!”

“I don’t know if the fact that you were a normal child amuses or terrifies me, really,” she mutters, eyeing him with frowned eyebrows. “A police car,” Delilah repeats, muttering again and slightly shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

She starts waking again, leaving him behind for a few steps. It takes Carlos a second to catch up to his friend, reaching her with a bunch of small steps and swaying a few times so he wouldn’t collide with people walking around the sidewalk – Delilah was smaller and skinnier than him, which made it easier for her to disappear into de crowd.

“What is it that you have against police cars, may I ask?” the professor questioned, clearly joking, when he picked up his friend’s pace.

“What is it that you have against Christmas, I do wonder?”

“I don’t have anything against Christmas,” Carlos retorted. “But it is not Christmas yet. And my only complaint is regarding gifts. You got lucky, for example. The thirteenth is far enough from Christmas that you get to have logical arguments over getting more than one gift for both celebrations.”

“How come it is not Christmas yet?!” Delilah asked.

“Oh, well, don’t you all in this country celebrate the turkey and pumpkin day first?” he questioned, and Delilah opened her mouth to say something, then closing it without making a sound.

“I forgot about that,” she said, then, emotionless. Carlos snorted at her reaction, shaking his head. “Why are people so engaged for Christmas, then?” she asked, and Carlos couldn’t help but to laugh loudly.

“We’ve got to admit that snowflakes, red hats and reindeers are cuter than turkeys, flags and pumpkins,” he shrugged, and his friend turned to him with frowned eyebrows.

“And why are you defending them, now?” she questioned, and Carlos gasped, frowning beside her, and putting one hand on his waist.

“What’s wrong with you?! Now you just want to pick a fight with me!” he exclaimed. “You had a point and now you’re against it?!”

“Because you had a better point that you’re now against!” Delilah retorted. “I didn’t even remember Thanksgiving!”

“So now that you do it’s too early for Christmas?” he asked.

“It’s never too early for Christmas,” she stated, and Carlos slapped his hands against his thighs as they walked. He gasped again, looking at her with disbelief and a sweet-intended annoyance.

“What the hell are we fighting over then?!” he asked, and Delilah shrugged, raising her hands as a sign of confusion.

“You said it was too early for Christmas!”

“Because there’s still Thanksgiving before it! And then you said you had forgotten about it and asked why people are so engaged to Christmas then,” he explained.

“Because there’s not a right time to start celebrating Christmas!” she said, and Carlos rolled his eyes, laughing in disbelief.

“Alright, now you’re just running in circles to annoy the hell out of me,” he said, and Delilah opened her mouth to disagree with that statement. He raised his hand as in a sign for her to stop talking and spoke again. “No, uh-uh. This discussion is over. Let’s stop somewhere to eat something,” Carlos offered.

Delilah tilted her head to the side.

“Oh, I needed to stop somewhere to buy a new scarf,” she said. “I lost the red one somewhere. I think it was in someone’s house, but I can’t remember whom,” the woman explained, and Carlos couldn’t help but to scoff again.

Really, why did he bother trying to understand her head?

“We just passed at least thirty different clothing stores,” Carlos said. “And you say it now?”

She shrugged, smiling sweetly.

“It just crossed my mind now,” she said as if it was a good-enough explanation. “I really don’t know where that scarf went. You know which one I’m talking about, right? The dark-red one?”

Carlos frowned. They had stopped walking, then, and none moved to walk back towards the stores they’d passed.

“The extremely long one? Knitted?” he asked, and she nodded. “That scarf is wine-colored, Delilah.”

“Dark-red,” she disagreed. “Not dark enough to be considered wine-colored but too dark to be just red,” the professor reasoned, and Carlos just rolled his eyes. “That’s not wine, Carlos.”

“See? You’re picking fights,” he said. “Did you really lost it or never properly searched for it?” Carlos asked, being the first to take a step so they could start walking one more time. “Like that time when you supposed lost your cardigan?”

“I searched for it,” she said. “I haven’t seen it for months, really. Maybe nearly a year. I didn’t wear it this fall, and last winter I couldn’t find it already.”

“Okay, so you lost it,” Carlos confirmed. “Are we searching for a similar one or just a pretty and warm scarf?” he asked.

“Both? If we find a similar one, amazing. I loved that scarf,” she said. “If not, then I just really need one that does more than fit well with my outfit. This winter is going to be feral,” she said.

Carlos agreed with a nod to both sentences.

“We’re getting dinner afterwards, right?”

Delilah laughed.

“Yeah, Carlos,” she said. “You up to fast food, though? There’s a Burger King two blocks down.”

“I’m up to anything I can eat and not end up in the hospital the next day,” he said. “And how come you’re this kind to me these days?”

“It’s the Christmas spirit,” she said, and the mocking tone on her voice was enough to make him scoff. Of course.

He groaned, and Delilah laughed again.

“It’s not Christmas yet!” he exclaimed, and his friend pretended not to listen to him, walking a little bit faster as if to escape any arguments he could ever come up with to carry on with that discussion.

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#tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #carlos reyes x tk strand #my writing #tk and carlos #911 fanfic #911ls fic #911ls #911 lone star fic

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pointed-beetle · 2 years

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Three's a Crowd (Stu Macher x Murderer!Male Reader x Billy Loomis)

Word Count: 2507

Summary: After slipping through the men's fingers far too many times, Billy gave up on trying to make you one of Ghostface's victims. Although unknown to the men that start slowly taking an interest in you and your habits, you're aware of their tricks due to your own little hobby.

Warnings: !!!Drugging!!! !!!Descriptions of symptoms from being drugged!!! from the marked yellow sentence will begin the trigger for the rest of the fic, swearing, no use of Y/N

A long awaited Part Two is now out!

You were known for being hard to contact when you got into your car to drive home. The chances of you picking up the phone might as well have been the equivalent of sending a bird with a message wrapped around its leg.

Of course, they knew the number to your landline, and they had called it numerous times at one point, filling the answering machine with threats and even pleads to pick up. You cleared the device without listening to a single message.

Billy had been frustrated by it, nearly breaking his mobile phone by squeezing it in his hand, clenching his jaw and letting out a hot, irritated huff of breath; everything usually always went the way that he planned.

Stu, however, found it excellent, he loved challenges, and the fact that you were a mystery as soon as the bell rang was exciting.

Following you home was already frustrating with the new curfew in place. A murderer had been making sweeps through the town. Affectionately called the “Date Night Killer” by the newsmen and women that stood outside victims homes, trying to get glimpses of the aftermath of the horrible crimes.

It was infuriating when the home you stayed at and the roads you took changed every time you turned away from the school.

Billy busted up his knuckles punching his steering wheel, when a girl with long brown hair and a blinding smile opened the door and invited you in.

They had been at it for months, and he was exhausted. It was like you knew what they were up to. After you had stayed at your friend’s place until Monday and left with a fresh pair of clothes on, he had to call it quits; they would figure out the location to your home some other way.

You were never friendly to them in school. Even though you were very friendly with Tatum, you stayed very far away from the boys, but after Casey and Steve had been found dead by Casey’s parents, you were quick to cut contact with Tatum, fully isolating yourself from the group at the school and glaring at the boys when they were talking outside of a classroom.

Tatum sobbed over the loss of your friendship, enraged that you had broken off a four-year-long company because she had started to date Stu after Casey’s death. You should’ve been happy for her! You were being selfish.

Every time Billy caught eyes with you, he would sneer at you, and you would roll your eyes back at him. He thought you were being rude. But, from what he knew, you were just being an asshole because you could. Not because you were aware of who they were even before the news had hit.

Though Billy and Stu thought that there was no way you knew what they were up to, it would be astronomical.

The irony.

You found it excellent in an idiotic way, over how they hadn’t picked up on why you were so keen to their tactics, so aware of what they were trying to do when stalking you, who was trying to call you and keep you on the line long enough to find your home.

Casey and Steve’s death had been such the talk of the town because the MO was so different from the Date Night Killer. Their method was so clean and detailed, while this one was messy, thought out but clearly meant to send some sort of message.

People were terrified over the prospect of two murderers being in their sleepy little town. The likelihood of this scenario was so small that it was almost numbing. Indeed, some of them had to of been fake.

For a while, you thought Stu had known, with how he would stare at you and flash smiles at you when you would glare at him and sneer at him to try to scare him away.

Stu found you fascinating. You were so unique from everyone else. In fact, you kind of reminded him of Billy quite a bit, minus the apathetic and sour attitude that he usually sported.

You were calculated and closed off, but the people you did talk to, your friends, got to see you smile and laugh. So he couldn’t help but stare when he caught you chatting a girl up, leaning her into a locker, smiling and laughing with her. He found you kind of pretty if he were being honest.

The killer found your mannerisms very familiar and comfortable, like he could go up to you and talk to you, and he knew exactly what you would respond with.

So then, why were you so adverse to their group? You would fit in just fine. It was clear to him from Tatum’s stories about you that you would be able to slip in, and they would have no trouble adjusting you to fit in with them.

What was your fucking deal?

He had nervously brought it up to Billy one time, admitting that you found you much more entertaining than he originally planned, swallowing thickly and saying that he would probably have a hard time playing their usual cat and mouse game from now on.

Of course, Billy was pissed, but this was Stu. He needed to think a little more rationally than he did with Sidney instead of just cutting through the words and making him feel horrible for even voicing his feelings. A frustrated sigh escapes him as he stops Stu from rambling on, leaning against the nearest object to try to collect his thoughts before starting slowly at first, his eyebrows knitted together.

“I... Agree, that they have...” He sighs, rubbing at the corners of his eyes before pressing the pads of his fingers into his eyelids so hard he sees fireworks, “Interesting traits that make me want to understand more outside of the usual hunt.”

Tatum had brought up the suggestion of a double date around lunchtime, barely touching her food as she explained the plans she had vaguely gone over with Sid to see if everyone would have fun, bouncing in her seat and grinning when the other three agreed.

Though when the final bell rang, and they were walking down the hallway towards one of the exit doors, Billy let out a frustrated barking laugh when Tatum caught sight of you and quickly ran to snatch up your wrist.

She sucked at keeping up with her plans.

A frustrated almost growl escapes you as you turn around to face Tatum, pulling off your headphones and pausing the Walkman that sat heavily at the side of your bag, wetting your lips and glaring so hard at her Stu thought the poor girl would catch on fire.

She had finally caught you after weeks of attempts and only ended in harsh cold shoulders, causing her to cry a few times, and she had many things to say to you. But, before she even began, you carefully peeled her hand from your shirt, eyeing Stu, who was clearly going to listen in to the whole conversation but pretend like he was invested in the one that Billy and Sidney were having.

Sid was trying to distract Billy from his growing irritation.

Tatum was heartbroken, to say the least. You were a great friend to her, and seeing you pretend like you hadn’t even known her for the past few years had hurt, to say the least. She sometimes found herself staring up at her ceiling in distraught, wondering if she was the one in the wrong and if she should apologise to you.

Of course, she was a little strong-headed, and she expected an apology from you, brushing her off to the side because one guy was petty to her. You could’ve gotten over whatever pathetic annoying thoughts you had over Stu.

“I just want an apology! You just!!! Left??” She scoffs, her lips trembling as she crosses her arms, looking away from you.

“Tatum, you knew my boundaries, and you still broke them by dating him.” Your voice was stern. The absolution in your voice almost ended the conversation there. She had broken the one rule you had. Though Stu continued to not so subtly watch her could tell you were uncomfortable. You never wanted to be confronted by Tatum over this.

She huffs, and her eyebrows knit together tightly. She’s started to shake her head like a toddler, her blonde hair slipping from her shoulders, from that perfect curl that you would usually reach over and fix when it fell. Instead, your hands stayed passively by your sides, sometimes awkwardly slipping into your pants pockets.

“I just don’t understand what your deal with Stu is!! He’s just a big dork, and I thought you would be happy for me!” She scoffs, stomping her heel into the tiled floor and crossing her arms under her chest, your jaw visibly tightening; she had no idea who Stu was.

A hot, frustrated sigh hisses past your teeth as you adjust your posture, practically looming over her at this point. You push loose hair out of your face and glance over your shoulder for a moment, shoving your hands roughly into your pocket and shifting something around in the left one, rolling it against your palm.

“Tatum, I don’t need to explain jack shit to you. You knew what I was comfortable with and you said fuck it anyway. I’m glad you have a boyfriend and very happy for you, but I don’t want to associate with you if it’s going to be Stu Macher.”

Your fist is tight around the object. Tatum was pushing you to an emotional limit that you were starting to feel overwhelmed by. You gave her your answer why couldn’t she just leave it alone.

Tatum opens her mouth to keep talking, but you’re quick to lift your hand into her face. You turn away and walk away, glaring at Stu on your way to the parking lot.

Your fingers were shaking, and your ears were ringing from your rising anger. Tatum never knew when to just stop, trying to force an answer that she wanted to hear.

Billy had been enjoying his conversation with Sid, laughing at her snarky comments before a glint of something reflecting the noon sun shone into his eye.

At first, he thought it was just a car that annoyingly caught the sun, though when Billy looked over and he saw you adjust a foldable knife in your palm, he was much more intrigued by you at that moment.

He’s quick to snap his eyes back to Sid so she doesn’t look back at you and see what he clearly was not supposed to know. You had no need for self-defence. As far as you knew, you weren’t one of the possible victims for either of the murderers in Woodsboro.

How unfortunate that Stu and Billy had been invited to the same party as you.

How unfortunate you had no idea, and because it was your friends home, you were a lot more comfortable and showing a side that Billy felt weird seeing. You were so calm. Laughing and dancing with people, holding cups for girls and harming people that weren’t the girls trying to take them from you.

How unfortunate you were not as wary of your cup.

You were quick to realise what was happening, trying to find a friend in your dazed and increasingly distorting vision, the lights growing much too bright and streaking across your pupils like paint.

Faces blurred together, and everything was too loud and then much too quiet. You could only barely feel the vibrations of the booming music under your increasingly heavy limbs.

You desperately step outside, gasping at the cold air and holding your face. You felt so hot and irritated from just the slightest touches of the fabric of your shirt on your chest. You were determined to not fall asleep, panting and leaning heavily against your car. Your breathing was hard and laboured due to panic, but the drug trying so hard to shut down your body.

Eventually, you succumb to a mild blackout, eyes rolling back into their sockets, your once secure purchase against your vehicle slipping.

Luckily for you, you wake up from your intense disorientation in time to catch yourself, and unfortunately, scrape the hell out of your hands and knees, sweat starting to drip from the tip of your nose onto the ground.

Billy sighs as he walks over to you, Stu lagging behind him, trying to act like he was trying to keep up with the man through the crowds.

He crouches down beside you and touches your back, a startled gasp escaping you. Though your pathetic excuse of trying to slap away the hand was almost laughable, you could barely move your shaking arms that were barely keeping you from fully laying on the sidewalk.

“You’re going to make yourself very sick if you keep fighting it,” Billy speaks matter of factly, looking over his shoulder momentarily when Stu approaches, frowning a bit at how uncomfortable you looked. You were making this much too hard on yourself.

Your speech is slurred, a loopy and uncharacteristic smile on your face as you finally let yourself lean your hot cheek into the cooling ground, squinting at the men in the dark.

“You...” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they could hear you enough, “I kno...w, what..?? Who!! Who you are!” You chuckle, trying to lift yourself from the ground, a startled gasp escaping you when the intense burning from your bleeding palms shoots through your entire arm.

“Gho...stface, is... Stupid...” You mumble, letting Billy gently push you into the sidewalk so wouldn’t keep harming yourself.

Though he almost entirely slammed your skull into it when you were so casual about your admittance of their identity.

It was almost hard to believe you, but something so hard tugged at him, panic almost. What would you gain from lying? Your behaviour around them made so much more sense.

“...You’re... sl...sloppyyy...” You were telling the ground at this point, cheek pressed so hard into the concrete that Billy was sure it would leave a mark for a few hours. Tears started streaming down your face as you flip your palms to the sky, the throbbing pain from your wounds being the only thing keeping you grounded and from entirely passing out.

Your voice eventually gave out, they had assumed that you thought you were speaking, but your eyes, finally snapping closed, told them that your fighting was finally over.

“This is far more complicated than I anticipated, Stu.” He sighs, touching at your hair before standing up and tugging you up, grunting a bit at your dead weight but easily carrying you nonetheless, “Perhaps you will have your way.” He chuckles, looking at the male and much appreciating the help as they move you to Stu’s car to drive you to Sid’s place.

#scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #male reader #stu macher x male reader #billy loomis x male reader #billy loomis x stu macher #poly!ghostface #scream x male reader #slasher x male reader

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shotorozu · 3 years

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i feel like im annoying lol but here i am again 🥴

🥴 how do da boys react to a super bimbo mc like shes busty, sweet, innocent, helpful as much as she can be and doesnt really realize when people are hitting on her, she just thinks theyre being extra friendly. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto, denki, bakougo) or any of ur choice

Sorry if I’m being annoying ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)？ and tysm

bimbo s/o

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki (bnha)

probably (?) part one // ?

legend : [Y/N = your name] female! s/o, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : sooo 🤩 it’s my birthday tomorrow, not excited about that?? not sure! but im definitely gonna post more tomorrow, just because

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bakugou katsuki

you didn’t seem like his type tbh. you’re kinda an airhead, and you’re sweet and helpful to everyone

and awfully innocent,,

so, you seemed like the person that bakugou would try and stay away from, but nope!

not in this case. i’m not sure what conspired in this explosive blond’s head, but he had a oddly specific attraction to you

he used to hate being around you, but it’s also quite entertaining being around you but why, you may ask?

not only are you super nice, and helpful, but you’re very likable too! which caused you to get secret admirers, and fanboys

but you also so happen to be clueless as fuck, so katsuki would always stick around— obviously very amused, only to tell you what their true intentions are

“what do they mean, go out? like,, outside?”

“no, dumbo. they wanna date you.”

“..like the calendar?”

“hah?? are you dumb?” he actually hated how oblivious you were at first, but he just got used to it

but this clueless airhead trait of yours is what he also hates, because when he developed feelings for you— he’d have to tell you

and,, he’s not the best with being direct with romantic stuff. so— you can see how that went.

he ended up confessing you in the most direct way he could’ve said it, but you still. didn’t. understand.

“fuck sake, i want to be your significant other. your fucking lover, the bitch that’ll be with you until this dumbass brain of yours stops working.”

okay, he was a little too direct, but at least you know his feelings!

when you both finally get together, everyone is shocked. like,, you, the sweetheart that likes helping people— dating thee bakugou katsuki??

everyone thought you were threatened to date him, because you didn’t understand other people’s advances— but in reality, katsuki just told you what he felt

straight from the heart.

also, since you’re also quite busty, katsuki loves sleeping on them— he literally won’t sleep, until he has his head resting on those milkers of yours

“maybe this is all you’re good for, huh? a fuckin’ head rest. there might not be anything up there, but at least it gives me some good fuckin’ sleep.”

he,, doesn’t mean that. you’re useful in so many other ways, but he loves pretending that he thinks that way, because of your replies

“ah, yes! i’m fine with being your head rest, katsuki. rest well, love!”

you’re not hurt, because he makes it a point to tell you multiple times a day that you mean lots to him.

but he gets super mad when people tell you that you’re stupid. because he can only tell you that!!

todoroki shouto

you also didn’t seem like you’d be his type,, everyone thought he would’ve wanted someone that’s smart as momo, or something similar

but he’s very content with being with you, for reasons he can’t seem to figure out.

he has his habit of watching you help people from afar, and he couldn’t help but smile whenever he engages in conversations with you

yeah sure, you might be more of an airhead than most people— but you have a heart of gold! and that’s what gathered his attention

sometimes, he’s quite clueless to some social cues— but even he can connect the dots

which you can’t seem to do. but you’re in luck! shouto’s usually the one that tells you what they mean

it’s something he loves and hates, only because of how popular you are with people in general.

sometimes, shouto debates if he should even tell you what they mean— because well,, he likes you.

usually, shouto would interpret things to you like this

“,, they like you,, romantically.”

“shou, are you sure? they look like they wanna be my friend!” he lets you call him by his first name, just because of how content you look by calling him ‘shouto’

he ends up whispering something into your ear, and your eyes light up in realization. “oh! so how princess bubblegum likes marceline?”

“,, yeah.”

but being shouto todoroki has it’s advantages. he isn’t afraid of being as direct as he could possibly be.

“may i have the honor of being your lifelong partner?”

“..?”

“oh, romantically. i’d love to be your lover, Y/N.”

“..oh! that’s what you meant.”

the way he sees you stumble with your words, as you pace back in forth— completely flustered by his words

makes him smile

and it all ends well when his friends see that his wallpaper is literally him laying down on your chest

which is something he always wanted to do

“shouto,, did you finally confess?!”

“yes. they said yes.”

they’re not really surprised that you understood, courtesy to shouto’s bluntness.

he is your protector against all of the people that make you seem useless. man literally lashed out when his father asked him to date someone with ‘more intelligence’

“Y/N may not be the definition of being book smart, but Y/N’s not useless!”

in short— he’s the bimbo protector! he’ll always be patient around you, and he would never dare to dumb you down.

amajiki tamaki

oh lOrd, please help him

you’re so kind, sweet, and helpful. you’d help anyone— regardless of their personality. and that’s what made tamaki interested in you

but you’re also very popular. which he could see why— since you’re attractive in a unique and special way.

tamaki absolutely disliked the idea of your kindness being taken advantaged of. i mean,, the guts of some people!

but he also hated being the one to break the news to you good or bad

he’s not good with the blunt stuff either, and he might’ve been worried about being around you— because well,, you look like you wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

“tamaki, what do they mean by ‘coming home with them for a nice time’ do they.. want to play mario cart with me?”

he looks like he needs to pass out, but he ends up telling you anyway. he’s just lucky that you could hear him.

but he sighs in relief when you end up kindly declining

nejire and mirio are SO amused by this pairing. i mean, it’s an interesting dynamic! how could they not be invested?

yet, they refuse to even explain things to you, especially when tamaki’s around to do said explaining

because apparently, ‘it’ll help you socialize more, especially with Y/N!’

but remember when i said that tamaki wasn’t great with the blunt approach? yeah— he’d have a heart attack, just trying to explain his feelings

“i— uhm how do i say this,, would you like t-to go out for some dinner with m-me?”

“oh sure! i should go tell mirio and nejire” you’d say that with a smile, and it felt like he was going to pass away on the spot.

nejire and mirio were the ones the tell you that ‘no, tamaki doesn’t want to be friendly with you, because he wants to romantically date you.’

and it felt like forever when they were explaining how and why, while tamaki was sitting in the corner.

but thank GOD! because you like him too!

super hesitant on resting on your chest, i mean,, to him, it looked like the nicest pillow for the deepest sleep! but he wasn’t sure if that’d be okay

because no!! to!! taking!! advantage!! of!! Y/N’s!! kindness!!

speaking of that, despite the fact that he’s socially awkward— he will not hesitate on defending you from any haters!

like, when people say that “tamaki and Y/N are such an awkward couple. tamaki’s super awkward, it looks like there’s nothing in Y/N’s brain. maybe she’s brainless”

because how dare they. not everyone is book smart— but that doesn’t give people the right to call you stupid!

“Y/N’s not brainless! she’s kind, helpful, and the sweetest p-person i have ever met. i suggest you take that back!”

in short— it gives him heart palpitations just having to explain things to you, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it, if he can be with you

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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

~ A few days later ~

You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

~ An hour and a half later ~

“I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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dirtyoatmeall · 3 years

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Mad Dogs (Kyotani x Reader)

A/N: soft kyotani is on my mind, luv that angry boy. anywayz I'm working on a long Osamu fic to satiate my burning desire for the onigiri man, it'll be out eventually so enjoy this for now :)

Pairing: Kyotani Kentaro x gn!reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: None ! My run on sentences

Kyotani could count the times he was genuinely confused on one hand. The time he asked his sister if she was being such a bitch because she was on her period and she responded by threatening to push him down the stairs, the time in first-year when the teacher introduced moles during chemistry, and now, you.

Ever since the beginning of second-year, your actions have never failed to leave the spiker in a state of confusion. One day you sat next to him at lunch, smiling kindly before opening your bento, talking about your day while occasionally asking questions. He never answered them, and you just shrugged and continued on.

He didn’t speak to you for the first week, and when he did, he snapped at you, telling you to leave him alone. You just rolled your eyes and told him “Eat your lunch Kyotani-san, you’ll be less cranky afterwards.” (he did feel better, not that he’d ever tell you.) You’d even bring him food every once in a while, usually when he had a game (not that he ever played). Even when he told you that, you’d just shrug and smile softly, “You never know, so you better eat up, just in case.”

He even thought that Yahaba had possibly put you up to it, in some weird attempt to get him to be a better teammate, but when he brought it up to the setter he just looked at Kyotani oddly and asked, “(Y/N)? Is that the person with the earrings? I’ve never talked to them.” So you just apparently just decided one day to befriend him. (Wait, befriend? You’re not actually friends… are you?)

Another odd thing about you, your accessories. While Aoba Johsai is a private school, it is rather lax on its uniform policy. As long as you had some semblance of the uniform on, you were golden. It gave Kyotani the freedom to cut and dye his hair and wear eyeliner, and it gave you the freedom to wear your… earrings? He asked you about them one day, what they were.

You looked at him bemusedly, “Um, they’re earrings Kyo-san.” When he continued to look at you deadpan, you playfully rolled your eyes, “I was joking! I make them myself, see? Today I’m wearing my beetle ones, and I wore my frog ones yesterday! I just get plastic figures and…” He half-listened while you explained your process, but he found himself focusing on you and not your words. He took in the dopey smile on your face, the way your eyes brightened, and how your hands were more animated while talking about your interests. It was… cute. (Wait, cute? When did he think you were cute?) If you saw the slight blush on his face, you didn’t say anything, which he was thankful for.

After months of eating lunch together, and occasionally accompanying you to the train station, Kyotani found himself coming to the confounding conclusion, he liked you. And not in the ‘I tolerate you’ way. He liked you in the ‘almost got in a fight when someone made fun of your hobby’ way or the ‘I get this weird feeling in my chest when I’m not with you, but when I’m with you I get a weird feeling in my stomach’ way. He had no idea what to do, so he turned to one of the only other people he respected, putting his pride aside to ask for help.

“What did you just say?” His sister looked at him like he had just grown another head. He rolled his eyes, patience thinning. “I said, how do I ask someone out?” It took her a few moments to snap out of whatever daze she was in, a Grinch-like smile appearing (at least, that’s how It looked to him), and she leaned forward. “Aww, does Kenta have a crush? Why don’t you tell me about this mystery person and I’ll tell you the best way to ask ‘em out.” He grits his teeth as he begrudgingly obliged.

After a very painful conversation with his older sister that ended with a “Get them something they like, but not something obvious, something that would show you’ve not only listened, but retained what you know about them.” Kyotani grumbled at the memory, he can’t believe he had to go through all that just to be told something he already knows. He shook his head and got back to the task at hand. He looked at the shelf in front of him, pursing his lips as he contemplated on which one to buy. He thought back to what you’ve worn in the past and decided on one, grabbing two packs and going to the checkout.

It took him three days to do it. The first day he forgot them at home, the second day you had a club meeting, and yesterday he just couldn’t do it. He got in his own head and chickened out. But not today. Today as soon as you sat down next to him in the courtyard, in the shade of one of the many trees on campus, Kyotani thrust the packs toward you, refusing to make eye contact as his cheeks dusted pink. You eyed him warily, but took them nonetheless. When you opened them, you gasped softly.

“Kyo! You got these for me?” You took his silence for an answer and he was glad he glanced at your face at that moment. You had the dopiest smile on your face, eyes big and bright, filled with an emotion he knew all too well. His cheeks darkened and he moved his gaze to your earrings, giraffes. You clutched the packs of plastic figurines to your chest before placing them in your bag. He took the moment to take a deep breath, finally able to think with your eyes off of him. He nodded determinedly to himself and when you turned back around you were surprised to find him closer, gaze unwavering.

“(Y/N).” You raised an eyebrow, “That’s me.” He took another deep breath. (Why was this so hard?) “I like you.” Your cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink, to match his own, and your smile this time was softer, yet held more emotion behind it. You stared at him for a moment, and he tried, and failed, to not freak out. (Why weren’t you responding? Oh god did he make a mistake? He was going to kill his sister, why did he think she would have good advice she never dates any-) His spiralling thoughts were cut off by the feeling of soft lips on his cheek. It only lasted a moment, the spot you kissed burning as his gaze snapped to yours, finding your face much, much closer than before, noses almost touching.

You whispered his name, breath fanning across his face as he tried to keep his gaze level with yours, to not look at your lips. Though when your eyes flickered to his own his only thought was, fuck it. And so he closed the very short distance between you two, cupping your cheek gently as he kissed you. Your hand circled his wrist lightly as you reciprocated, tilting your head slightly, deepening the kiss. Your lips moved against each other a little messily at first, but quickly finding the right rhythm. You gripped his wrist a little tighter, moving to scoot closer, wanting to eliminate any and all space between you two when-

“MAD DOG-CHAN IS THAT YOU? OH MY GOD ARE YOU KISSING SOMEONE” You broke apart with a gasp, turning toward the noise to see four figures about fifteen feet away, when your eyes focused you could see they were the third-years from the volleyball team, Oikawa standing with his hands on his hips, wide grin ever-present. Kyotani growled, eyes focused on the third-years. You squeezed his wrist, turning your face to kiss his palm. He looked at you and you smiled. You took his hand from your face and intertwined it with your own before turning to the ones responsible for the interruption. You waved with a big smile and the third-years laughed and waved back before continuing on towards the school. You turned back to Kyotani, kissing him lightly again before pulling away, a playful smirk on your face. “Mad Dog-chan?” He groaned, hand not intertwined coming up to cover his face as you laughed.

BONUS---

Practice was just ending when you walked into the gym, having just finished your own club activities. You waved in greeting as you passed other players, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend as you pecked his lips, pulling away slightly with a smile. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, smiling softly. You pulled away fully after a few moments, allowing him to pack his bag. Oikawa came over while he was changing shoes, throwing an arm over your shoulder casually. “Ah (Y/N)-chan! I see you finally turned in your manager application! Don’t worry, it was mostly for formalities, not just anyone can calm down Mad Dog-chan like you- wait, what are those!” He gripped your shoulders as he manoeuvred you in front of him, looking intently just below your ear, you smiled mischievously. “Do you like them? I was inspired by your nickname for Kenta!” You cupped your earring gently as you showed Oikawa (and the other third-years who wandered over to see what earrings you had in today). They laughed as they took them in, dangling from your ears was a pair of blonde colored dogs, each with exaggerated eyebrows pulled down into a ‘v’ shape crudely drawn on, making the dogs look comically angry. “They’re mad dogs!”

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gloryofluv · 3 years

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Manor with Manners: The Brothers Reaction to Meeting Your Family

The Brothers decide to invite your family over for a party in the human world. Your two younger siblings follow you. Your parents are amused… and the reactions of the crew are mixed.

(For the sake of the headcanon, you have two GN siblings.)

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Escorting your parents and younger siblings inside the manor, you stop a moment. “So, as I told you, the exchange program was a bit odd. Because they were in the middle of nowhere, they all have… particular personalities.”

Your parents nod with smiles. “I’m positive it will be fine. After all, if they went through all this trouble, they must be worth it.”

“Yes, they’re all excellent beings. I know I’ve told you about them, but meeting them, well, they can be a bit much,” you laugh and breathe before walking them into the party…

Knew about the plan for a while. He was hesitant to allow the blending of families. Diavolo was insistent, so there they were… entertaining your family. He’s incredibly pessimistic that something might go wrong.

He actually speaks to your parents the most out of the brothers. Talks about the exchange vaguely enough to make it seem plausible. Charming. Definitely pulls plenty of talented tidbits from his metaphoric cap. Your mother finds him responsible and handsome. Your father… Well, he thinks he’s quite refined. However, something about him… (Yeah, pops, he’s a powerful demon) Both are pleased with him. Checkmark for approval!

Watching you play with your younger siblings is a damn treat for him. He’d only seen you with his siblings, and suddenly, you were more than a fragile human. You were a leader. Tries to hide his blush as you call him ‘Lulu.’ Has a tough time not giving up his pride and scooping you in his arms.

Your siblings tease you about ‘k-i-s-s-i-n-g’ and mock you with noises when he kisses your cheek. Your blush and defensiveness reminded him so much of himself. Melted. Emotional. Completely gone for you. That was all it took for him to entirely give up the charade of distance and pull you aside, away from the fray, to kiss you and say how much he loves your beautiful heart.

Um. Scared of your parents. Really scared. Scared of Lucifer’s threats that you’ll never talk to them again if he messes it up too. Your mother is super nice, but your father scares the shit out of him. Poor bumbling demon. He doesn’t know where to start nor how to hold a conversation with either of your parents. Blushing mess.

Your siblings, now he’s got that! Cute little you with little children to make their minions! They’re young enough to coach, come on, it will be fun, right? Definitely likes being called ‘The Great Mammon’ by them. Chaotic and all about the games, quickly convinces your siblings into a game in the pool, then asks about you when you’re not around.

He adores you and later on would wrap his arms around your shoulders and kiss your cheek. No fumbling words or phrases. He would just smile a rare and genuine and pure smile. If you’re by his side, he’s the happiest demon alive and would do anything to make your family happy too.

Has a hard time even looking at your parents. It isn’t until your mother approaches him and compliments his sweater that he stares at her, a blushing mess. He then carefully explains why he chose the sweater, and your mother brings him over to your father. They’re gentle and ask about all his hobbies. He was shy, but they must have known that.

How he saw you with your siblings made him a little jealous. You would pick them up, laugh with them and play games. He wanted your attention. Your care. You. The envy began to fade when you invited him to play one of the human console games they brought. It was some party game! Oh! So much fun!

He was competitive but noticed you weren’t playing to win. You let your siblings and him win. Which caused the children to cheer and laugh. Oh! You were such a good sibling and honorable like Henry! His Henry.

He eventually shows your siblings TSL and his collection. He now gained two normie humans that were related to you as fans. They followed him around, asking questions about TSL, which actually made him feel so special!

Doesn’t outwardly approach your parents at first. He stations himself comfortably with a book at his side and watches the interactions. It is your father to approach him first, asking about the novel. Ah, a mystery lover? They hold a small conversation about human mystery and thriller authors, which Satan happily continues. Your mother comes over after a bit and asks him all about his passions. He’s a nerd, but they seem intrigued. Satan is great at masking charm, and your parents aren’t immune.

He enjoys watching you with your siblings. It’s a true insight into how you became so comfortable with him and his brothers. That steals his heart. He figuratively could rip it out and hand it to you. You were so good that he just needed it all the time in his life. Your siblings were wary of him until he began talking about cats.

Yep. Apparently, your siblings love cats too! Showing them all the pictures he had of cats was a highlight of his day. Hearing the gasps and sighs of the children as he showed off cute kittens in the Devildom. (Of course, you couldn’t tell it was the Devildom unless you’d been there). That was how he won over your siblings.

Expect secluded stolen kisses throughout the evening. He adores the person you are wholeheartedly, and seeing you with your family was a treat. A reminder that you had a choice on whether to love him and his brothers, and you do.

Doesn’t mind walking right up to your mother and giving compliments on her wardrobe and hair. Definitely slides in how she is aging well and how he knew how you got your good looks. Your father clearly finds him the most fascinating of his brothers. Not because of anything other than the mile-a-minute bubbly attitude. Your parents were both given excellent styling and self-care tips.

Cute little mini yous. Yep. He loves your siblings. He loves how you are with your siblings. Doesn’t want to run around, but if you want… fashion montages and a makeup party?? Oh, yes, completely! Keeps it PG around the little ones. Don't even mind that one of your siblings called him excitedly weird. (It’s a compliment, and he’ll take it!)

He actually doesn’t get all lovey-dovey with your family around. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he convinced Solomon to do a mock magic show for your siblings and was his assistant. Razzle dazzle in a sparkling dress? Oh, yes! However, you do owe him a kiss when they leave. After all, he did it for you!

You introduce him to your parents. Not because he didn’t want to meet them, but he was actually concerned. His worries consist of hunger, disappointing you, and hurting your family. (Sweet boi, just hug him, okay??) Your father shakes his hand and smiles while asking about his sports career. Your mother is just stunned at the sheer multitude of his form. He explains a little and smiles but mostly thanks them for having such a great child. Cue heart eyes and big smiles from your parents.

Your siblings are fascinated with the giant. They ask him tons of questions and actually begin bringing him food between them. They are enthralled with how much he could eat! Beel just smiles and lifts them up when they ask. They also ask him to lift heavier things, and it becomes a game. Soon he is lifting sofas and chairs with them sitting on them. Unfortunately, Lucifer tells him to stop.

He will do anything you want during the party. The most attentive to you as far as what you need to make your family happy. Your mother even slyly asks if you were thinking of dating him because he’s just the sweetest they’d ever met. He doesn’t kiss you or become overly affectionate, but he will be by your side for as long as you want him to be.

Not truly enthused about the whole family thing. Drank six cups of coffee before the party to attempt to stay awake. It’s your mother that approaches him at the window first. He’s looking out at the stars and explains such when she asks. She asks him about the constellations, and that’s when he opens up. Your father trails over and listens to him explain why certain constellations are visible at this time of the year.

It was a detailed conversation, and everything from his grades to his sleeping disorder comes up. (Sleeping disorder, which you explained to your parents obviously) He actually enjoys your parents' company but doesn’t try to put on charm or pazazz for them. They just like him for the interesting conversation and tell him so.

He does not like children. Not usually. However, that being said, he likes your siblings. They drag him outside to hear about the stars, and all of you lay in the grass after dinner. He’s nearly snoozing but points out different constellations and tells them the stories (PG and cleaned up) about each. It does help that all of you see a shooting star, and he tells them to wish really hard for something. Yep, they absolutely adore him.

Throughout the evening, he checks in with you and makes sure you're not stressed. He hugs you plenty, and when you’re sitting, he’ll lean against your shoulder and snooze. This demon is a Class A Clinger and won’t let you have a bad time or be upset by anything. Expect snuggles and cuddles when your family leaves.

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treesandtheirberries · 3 years

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality

A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way.

wc: 2,249

June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb).

Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary).

Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity.

They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.

June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior.

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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood.

Today, things seemed different.

June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently.

“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are.

June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.

“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.

“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”

“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.

June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.

“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June.

“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.”

Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning.

“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”

“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.

“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short.

Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?”

“Yes please.”

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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees.

As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in.

“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”

June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.

“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”

“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.”

“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.

“I’ll help.”

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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.

“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze.

Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N, or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages.

“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.

“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic.

Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”

June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing.

She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?”

“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”

“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.”

At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun.

“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.

“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”

“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”

“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support.

“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears.

“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”

After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”

“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered.

June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”

“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything.

“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”

“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.”

__________ part 2

OH MY GOD this is my first I HOPE YOU LIKE. please any feedback would be so sexy.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Hey! 🖤

If you are taking requests, what about headcanons about Laszlo dating an insecure reader that sometimes doesn't think they deserve him because they think they're not smart enough... not like I'm projecting or something 😅

Thank you for your time and I love your writing! ✨✨✨

I feel you on this 😅

- John didn't want you involved in the case of the murdered boys, because after all, he thought that something like that would be too horrific for his younger sister to see and although you did find it all terribly ghastly you wanted to help as much as you could, and rather you quite enjoyed spending company with one of John's closest friends Dr. Laszlo Kreizler.

- You were always John's youngest sister, whenever he brought his friends from Harvard around for dinner and drinks he would simply mention you in passing as you watched them come in. "Ah yes this is my younger sister y/n Moore, bare her no mind, I believe the drinks are this way" and you adored your brother even if at times he seemed embarrassed by you, so you would try and get involved in their nights together but he would hurry you away. "This is no place for a young girl like you" he would tell you, pushing you out of the door which you found dreadfully unfair as you were only a few years younger than him.

- Laszlo caught your interest pretty quickly. He was the most introverted out of all of John's friends, usually standing at the side and just observing the door. But his quiet persona caught your interest. You tried to talk to him in the times John wasn't around to push you away and he was polite to you. He wasn't like John's other friends who treated you like a child, he spoke to you as if you were an adult on the same grounds at him. The conversation could be awkward, both of you not really sure what to say, but you enjoyed seeing him scramble for words, things to say to you.

- After John moved out you saw less and less of him, and you hardly saw Laszlo anymore which upset you deeply. Over the years you became a lady and was soon expected to court and marry. Already you were past the time most people married and people were starting to ask questions. Your family were trying to convince you to marry, including John but how could you ever marry when your heart already belonged to the Alienist. Your life had been relatevily easy, you never went to university like your brother as that was not what women did, instead you spent your days learning hobbies, going shopping with your friends, attending social events. The norms.

- You weren't really sure how you ended up involved in the murdered boys investigation, you suppose as you found out John was involved that was your ticket to involve yourself as well no matter how much it displeased him. Really you cared for all the boys and you wanted to capture this murderer, but you knew the real reason for helping was to be able to see Laszlo again after all these years.

- But you knew you weren't any help. How could you? You were simply a higher class woman with no skills within any of these areas, simply getting involved because she could. You were convinced any day now Laszlo would ask you not to help out anymore as you had no purpose. But he didn't. He allowed you to stay around even with John's complaining. He would often ask you questions that were bugging him, wanting to hear your opinion. Soon when he found John a bore he asked you to accompany him to dinner, or to the Opera, or even to the park to think. Eyebrows might have been raised at such requests, how much time you were spending together without courting but you didn't mind for you were over the moon at being able to spend all this time with him without your brother.

- Soon it was like you were spending every moment with him, to the point where even John was noticing and making remarks which you and Laszlo brushed off. But one evening this was all confronted. It was late at the institute, you and Laszlo had chosen to stay behind to go over some of the new information while John and Sara had left. To help you and Laszlo had a drink of wine, which lead to two drinks, which then lead to three. Soon enough you two were sitting in the chairs in his office, laughing and joking around.

- You were so happy, and as you looked upon him, seeing how bright his eyes were, how his cheeks were tinged red, you knew if you didn't say something now you would come to regret it. And so there in his office, late in the night and slightly drunk, you confess the love for him that you have kept within yourself for years, the love that you have every time he is near and how much you wish you could be Mrs. Kreizler instead of Miss. Moore.

- Laszlo paled and stumbled with his words. At first, you worried it might have been a mistake and hastily you move to leave the room embarrassed and ashamed. But Laszlo was quick to stop you, pulling you back towards him. From his lips tumbles the words about how he shouldn't, how you are John's little sister, how John would kill him. But then his lips meet yours and everything felt right. Everything was how it should have been.

- John got a dreadful shock the next day seeing you and Laszlo arm in arm. He almost collapsed on the spot if Sara hadn't caught him. He had to sit down with the both of you and talk about how the hell this had happened, what this meant for the future, accepting the fact that Laszlo was now to become his brother-in-law. But eventually, he admitted he was happy for both of you.

- Everything was perfect, the case was solved, you and Laszlo were happily married, it was everything you had ever dare dream about and yet you still felt out of place. Laszlo was a brilliant mind, you were amazed day after day by all the knowledge he had, how he was able to help your patients. Usually, when people met Laszlo they assumed his significant other would have the same brains as him, yet you didn't. You were just like every other upper-class woman.

- It's not as if you didn't try. While Laszlo was out you would go into his office and pick out a book, trying to read it in the hope of improving your knowledge but it didn't work. Nothing stuck in. You felt the room feeling worse than when you entered. You would often stare into the mirror trying to figure out why Laszlo decided to marry you because it obviously wasn't for your intelligence. Was it for your looks? Perhaps he felt pity that you confessed your love that he courted you as he would have felt bad otherwise, or could the worst situation be true and that it was because you were John's sister?

- Laszlo came home early one night and found you crying because of it. You hadn't meant for him to see you but you didn't even know he was there until he came into the room. He held you in his arm for a minute, rubbing your back and letting you cry into his chest so you can let it all out. Eventually, when your tears dried up gently he moved his arm to hold your head up, making you look at him. "You don't give yourself enough credit mine Liebling, I always value your opinion and deductions and you are skilled in ways you don't even realise. Intelligence isn't dependent on academic success."

- He knew. Of course, a brilliant mind of Laszlo knew what was wrong without you even needing to say a word. "I just feel like I don't deserve you Laszlo" you whisper and his eyes soften, "I often feel the same way y/n" he murmurs, "I feel like you deserve better, a man who can hold you with both his arms, who can offer you a life where people won't look down at you for marrying a social outcast. A man who can give you so much more than I can. And every day I wake up beside you and I wonder what a truly lucky man I've become"

- Even throughout all of the doubts the both of you had, each of you knew how much you loved each other and with that, it was enough to cast aside any insecurities and doubts the two of you might have had.

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Update - Harry Styles

i’ve been deep inmy harry feels and this thought just wouldn’t leave me alone so i had to write it. im thinking about starting a taglist for harry, i think i’ll write more about him in the future. let me know if you’d be interested in the taglist!

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Sequel: The best present

Harry is not that into YouTube videos, has never really been, which is kind of ironic seeing the number of videos on the internet that is about him. The man himself who makes everyone talk online feels weird seeing someone talking on his screen, looking into his soul as if they were right there with him. But today he felt the sudden urge to be like his peers and get lost in random rambling videos from strangers, who felt the need to put themselves out there.

He has made a mean cup of tea for himself, made himself comfortable on his couch with his laptop balancing on his thighs and now is opening up his browser to unwind in an unusual way. As YouTube opens in front of his tired eyes, he stops when he tries to type in the keywords he is searching for. What is he looking for really? He thinks to himself trying to remember what he heard from his friends when they talked about funny or interesting videos. One thing is for sure, he is trying to avoid watching videos of himself in any content. He has had enough of him for the day, it’s time to focus on someone else, even if he doesn’t know the person.

He scrolls through several pages of many different keywords until he settles for a video where a girl talks about how her latest moving day went. Starting off Harry feels weird listening to her talk about such personal things as where her bed went in her room, how she packed all her stuff to fit them in the boxes, but soon enough this feeling settles and he starts to realize it’s kind of relaxing.

It doesn’t take too long for him to fall down a rabbit hole and by the time his tea empties out from his cup he is intensely watching a guy rant about his boss at Subway while doing a mukbang. The latter is a new discovery for Harry, he has never heard of it before, but he can see why some people find it satisfying.

The video ends, Harry checks the time and sees that it’s already after midnight and he hasn’t even realized how fast time flew by.

“Alright, just one more,” he mumbles to himself scrolling down the column of the recommended videos until his eyes stop at one particular upload at the very bottom.

July update for my Sammy, ready the title and an eye-catchingly beautiful girl is smiling from the thumbnail. He finds her breathtaking, the lack of makeup, the worn out hoodie she is wearing and the many various plants in the background makes it appear she is sitting in the middle of the forest.

Harry finds himself clicking on the video before he could even decide consciously to watch it. The screen loads and the girl appears in front of him, this time in a much larger size.

“Hi Sammy, welcome back to our channel,” she starts with an angelic little laugh as she pulls her shoulders up to her ears as if the camera is making her shy. She has no reason to be shy, Harry thinks to himself. His second thought is about Sammy, he is one lucky guy to know this angel and have her think about him. “It’s Y/N here, your one and only sister,” she adds.

Sister. The word brings Harry relief and he is surprised to feel this way, but he has no time to think anything of it because she starts talking again.

“Here is my July update, I’m sorry I’m a little late, but we got back from Oregon yesterday. Aunt Ella is sending you kisses and hugs, she missed you at the barbeque, or maybe it was just your helping hand at the grill,” she chuckles to herself, probably recalling the memory.

Harry has no idea who Aunt Ella is or where she lives in Oregon, but the way she talks about it makes him feel like he is part of the family a little.

Y/N carries on and starts talking about everything that has happened in July. Painting the shed at her parents’ home, buying a new armchair, one her cat absolutely adores and refuses to sleep anywhere else now, she went to the hairdresser to get a trim, but not too much. She tells about her plans for August, how she is thinking about going to the farmers’ market more often, and she has been playing with the idea of adopting another cat.

“I think Henry has been feeling a little lonely lately. He could use a buddy,” she tells the camera, her eyes moving to the side from where a weak but moody meow can be heard as an answer. “Yeah, I think he agrees,” she chuckles and Harry finds himself smiling at the screen.

At the end of the video she asks a few questions from Sammy, how he has been doing, if his wrist feels any better, even asks about a friend called Matthew. Harry wonders if she has ever gotten the answers to her questions and where Sammy saw this video. What is he doing that made her want to do an update on YouTube?

When the video ends Harry clicks on her profile faster than he would willingly admit to anyone and it’s like he opened the gate to paradise. Tens and maybe hundreds of videos are queuing on her page, monthly updates, birthday wishes, short story times about family gatherings, news and happenings in her life.

Harry gets lost in her tales. He watches video after video, noticing the smallest details about her, almost mentally taking notes about her updates, finding anything and everything she talks about so interesting as if he knew those people and places she mentions. He comes to realization that Sammy is her older brother who is serving somewhere in the military. Y/N is making the videos to update him about her life even if she knows most of them doesn’t get to him until weeks later, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. He also learns that Sammy sends them back lengthy emails once a month and always ends them with a joke they made up with his mates at the army. Y/N loves them even when they're not even funny, she never fails to mention that she smiled reading them.

Hours pass by and the rising Sun peeks inside the window pulling Harry back to his own reality, shocked that he just spent the whole night watching her videos and didn’t even realize how deep he has gotten in her life. Lucky for him he has nothing planned until the afternoon, so shutting his laptop he sets it aside and heads straight to bed, but lying between his silky sheets he catches himself staring out the window, wondering what Y/N might be doing right now. From what he collected she lives somewhere in Spokane and has family in Seattle and Portland, which puts her quite a few time zones behind him. He finds the thought of them going to bed at the same time despite the distance a little funny. He lies in bed for quite some time before he finally drifts off to sleep with a particular girl on his mind, who doesn’t even know he is thinking about her.

“Do you think you can fall for someone you have never met?”

Harry’s question catches Mitch a little off-guard, but he is kind of used to his random bits of thoughts. Pouring some sugar into his coffee he follows the wondering singer to a free table in the corner.

“Isn’t it what all your fans feel?” he answers with a question, earning a surprised look from Harry. He hasn’t thought about this side, now the situation is kind of ironic, he supposes.

“Y’re right,” he nods stirring his coffee around in the small cup.

“Want to let me in on your thoughts?”

Harry feels a little shy to admit how he has watched all of her videos in the past few days, 207 to be exact and now he feels an oddly deep connection to this girl he has never even seen outside of a screen. Last night he dug up her Instagam profile, and even though she is not posting as frequently as she does on her channel, it was a refreshing change to see her in different settings. Chilling at a lake, having drinks with her friends, playing with her parents’ puppy, it amazed him that she has a whole life outside that small portion she lets him see in her videos.

Hesitantly, but he tells his friend about his latest hobby, if it’s not too weird to call it that, while his friend patiently listens and nods along his words while sipping on his morning coffee.

“D’you think I’m crazy?” Harry sighs leaning back in his seat, looking at his friend and colleague for validation that he hasn’t lost his mind entirely.

“Definitely not,” he chuckles shaking his head. “It’s like falling for that girl in school you know so much about but never really met.”

“Only that I’m stalkin’ this poor girl.”

“This is not stalking. We both know it’s far from that.” Harry nods with slight relief that his situation doesn’t seem as bad as he has been feeling lately. “Have you gotten in touch with her?”

“And what am I supposed to do? Comment on her video that I think her cat’s a cutie and I watched all her videos in three days ‘cuz I think she’s beautiful and I find her voice soothing?”

Mitch lets out a soft chuckle at the oddly specific answer he just gave and finds it amusing how interested his friend has grown about someone in such a short time.

“Maybe phrase it a little different.”

“So you do think I should reach out?”

“I don’t see why you shouldn’t. Use your personal YouTube, leave her a nice comment. Maybe she’ll reply.”

“And then what?”

“I don’t know, Harry,” he chuckles. “Just go with it and you’ll see. You are obviously interested in her, it’s better than just sit and watch her videos.”

Harry agrees. It wouldn’t hurt to try to reach out to her, possibly in a not too creepy way. Maybe just a sweet comment on one of her videos and if she replies… Well, he doesn’t know what comes after, but he’ll figure it out.

Y/N updates regularly. Usually once a week and mostly it’s Sunday when a new video gets uploaded. This next Sunday Harry finds himself checking her page occasionally through the day to see if there’s a new update, but it seems like she is missing today. Right until he is driving home and gets a notification from the app.

Y/N has just uploaded a new video! It reads and Harry’s heart beats a tad bit faster. He thinks about pulling over to see it right away, but he tells himself that would be a bit too much, so he is forced to wait until he is in the comfort of his home.

Finally sitting on his couch he opens up his laptop and clicks on the video that has the title: September update.

Y/N sits in her usual spot, Henry in her arms as she is gently stroking his head with a warm smile on her face.

“Hi Sammy! Welcome back to our channel,” she greets him with her usual words and Harry loves how she calls the channel theirs. “This is my September update, even though not much has happened,” she breathes out, eyes wandering to the window besides her and Harry wonders what she sees from her window every day. Does she live in the city? Is it an apartment or a house with a backyard? Are there any trees or does her room have a terrible view, maybe just another house next to hers?

She starts her talk about the month, which she spent mostly with working, a little shopping and meeting her friends. She tells him about her planned trip to the local shelter to see possible new kittens to add to her household and Harry feels himself growing excited about it. He even thinks about what kind of cat he can see get along well with Henry even though he has never even met him.

“Anyway, mom and dad miss you, I miss you too. I loved your joke about ducks in your latest email,” she chuckles sweetly, bringing a smile to Harry’s face as well. “Mom is excited to see you at Christmas, our cousins will come to Portland as well. Maya can’t wait to play Jenga with you, she said she’s been practicing.”

The video soon ends as Y/N tells Sammy how much she loves him and eventually turns the camera off.

He straight away moves the cursor to the beginning of the video and as she starts talking again he scrolls down to the comment section that’s entirely empty. There are only two views on her video, usually a hundred is the max, but she doesn’t seem to care about the views, it’s more about the message.

He clicks to type a comment, but his hands stop above the keyboard as he tries to think of what to write. Mitch was right about taking a chance at reaching out, but what is he supposed to write exactly? Everything that comes to his mind sounds so creepy and scary, and he knows it’s weird that he formed such a deep connection to an unknown girl online. At last he starts typing.

“Hi Y/N! I’ve stumbled across your videos the other day. Love how you keep your brother updated, it’s such a nice gesture. I hope life treats you and Sammy well, you truly deserve it. Good luck with finding a buddy for Henry! Love, an admirer of yours, H.”

He reads it back several times, deleting then retyping it again until he decides to just go with it. A rush of adrenaline washes over his body when he sends the comment and it’s officially out there. Secretly he wishes she would reply right away, but moments pass by, then moments turn into minutes and nothing happens. His comment stands there alone and he has to realize that maybe she will never even reply or even see it.

It doesn’t matter, he tells himself as he shuts the laptop down and goes on to do his things, but he finds his thoughts wander over to her from time to time.

He has a busy day ahead of him the next day, quite a few meetings and a fitting. He checks back for a reply in the morning, but it slips his mind the moment he leaves from home and his phone rings right away. Throughout the day he basically barely has time to check his emails, his other notifications are just sitting patiently on the bar, waiting for him to acknowledge them. It’s way past five in the afternoon when he finally have some time for himself after his fitting. He is sitting in his car, people walk past him without even realizing who is sitting behind the tinted windows. Scrolling down he gets rid of everything that doesn’t seem urgent until his eyes stop at one particular notification.

“Y/N replied to your comment,” he reads it out loud, just to make it real, as if he is seeing it wrong and saying it with his own mouth brings it to life. He quickly taps on it and the familiar video opens up and while Y/N starts talking again the screen jumps down to the comments where, in fact, there is a reply from her.

“Dear H! Thank you for your heartfelt comment! I always forget it’s not just my family who sees these videos, but I’m happy you found them interesting enough to watch a few of them.”

“A few?” Harry huffs to himself feeling a little ridiculous he has watched all of them.

“I hope I didn’t bore you too much. Thank you for the well wishes for me, my brother and Henry too. He is sending his love to you. Y/N xx”

The comment was posted three hours ago. The thought that she has acknowledged his existence with not only reading but also replying to his comment brings him extreme joy. He reads her words over and over again, looking for any clue that would give away that she found his comment weird, but it seems like she was more surprised and happy that someone else saw her video besides her brother. Harry starts to type his reply without hesitation.

“Bore me? You saved me from watching another “what’s in my bag” video the other day. It was a pleasant change. I love your plants, by the way. Your room always gives off the most relaxed vibes. It reminded me I should have more of them in my home. H”

Harry smiles to himself posting his comment, the fear of appearing like a stalker long gone from him, the interaction is making his inside blossom from joy. For his biggest surprise a reply appears just a few minutes away and Harry reads Y/N’s new lines with deep hunger.

“Those videos suck the life out of me every time! I might be having a problem with buying too many plants, but I can’t help myself. They truly bring peace to me just by looking at them. I’m glad you are planning on buying some more, you won’t regret it!”

Harry is dying to reply, but he doesn’t want to look too eager and needy, so he opts for just liking her comment to let her know he read it and agrees. He locks his phone and puts it aside with the widest smile on his face as he starts his car and leaves his parking spot.

Two weeks pass by. In those two weeks Y/N uploads two more videos, one about her time with her grandparents, for a change it was filmed at their home and they even said hello in it. Harry feels wholesome seeing her with her granny and grandpa, it’s clear she cares a lot about them. The other video is just a short one where she has met some of Sammy’s old high school friends and she had a check in from them, sending a sweet message to him through the video. Harry doesn’t doubt how much these little things mean to Sammy, even if he doesn’t get to see them right away. Seeing Y/N alone boosts his mood every time she uploads a new video, he can only imagine how they make Sammy feel.

He leaves comments on her videos without a second thought and she replies to all of them, a lot of the time almost immediately. These are the highlights of his days without exception. Knowing that she has anything to do with him just fascinates him and he is starting to realize what his fans feel towards him on a different level. Whenever he sees the notification that she has replied to what he wrote or that she uploaded a new video he flies right to her page to check it, no matter what he is doing. Some of their comment threads turn out pretty lengthy, almost like a chat conversation and it has Harry wonder how they could maybe move it to somewhere else from the comment section.

He wants to ask for her number, but figures it wouldn’t be the best idea. Regardless of how much he enjoys their short little conversations, the situation is still weird and complicated and he doesn’t want to forget that.

But he is pleasantly surprised when she brings it up herself, to move the conversation to somewhere else.

“Would love to discuss that more with you. Up for exchanging IG names?” her question reads and he blinks a few before he fully comprehends that she wants to talk to him more in private. However there’s no way he can send her his real Instagram profile and making a fake one would be way too suspicious. Opening up the private messages he sends her a short, but informative message.

“I don’t use Instagram, but feel free to text me,” and then his phone number.

He sits at the dinner table anxiously, waiting for his phone to light up from a new text, and just a few minutes later it finally comes.

“Hi! It’s Y/N,” he reads from the notification and he saves the number right away.

“Hello! Save me as Harry. I haven’t even told you my name yet, how rude of me!” he replies chuckling to himself.

“Will let it slip this time. Harry. What a nice name!”

“Is it what you thought about from the H?”

“It was one of my theories. The other one was Hayes, but Harry fits you better.”

“You haven’t even seen me, how do you know what name fits me?”

“I don’t know. You had a vibe. There are many great Harries in the world, you seemed to fit between them!”

Harry wonders if she is thinking about him without even knowing that… it is him. He wants to ask her, but decides not to. Instead, he is enjoying that he can now reach her immediately and not through a comment section. He never thought this would actually happen.

The texts never stop. They have so much to talk about! Their entire life to share, millions of thoughts and so much to discuss! Harry is not proud of the time he has spent with his eyes glued to his phone, but he wouldn’t miss a chance to talk to her for anything. Their friends are not blind to the change in him, but Mitch is the only one with a guess about why he has gotten so addicted to his phone.

“Is it the girl from the videos?” he asks Harry one time when they are at the studio, having lunch break. Different food boxes are scattered around them, on the table and the couch. Harry’s phone just light up from a text and he immediately dropped his lunch to type a response.

He glances up at his friend with a shy smile nodding his head. He hasn’t talked about his newly funded friendship with Y/N yet, it feels like as if he tells it to anyone it might evaporate into just a dream.

“So you reached out, huh?”

“I did,” he nods returning to his food once his message is sent. “She’s great.”

“Does she know who she is talking to?” Harry’s lack of answer tells enough about the truth to Mitch. “You can’t hide forever, especially if you are planning on meeting her.”

“I know,” he answers shortly. “But I just don’t know how I could even bring it up to her without sounding like a mad man.”

“She’ll need proof.”

“M’not ready to show m’self to her. What if it changes everything?”

“Then it wasn’t worth it,” he simply tells him.

Deep down Harry knows it’s the truth, but he is not ready to be robbed from the joy she is bringing him. He has never felt such a deep connection to anyone before and they haven’t even met. It’s just a version of her he is seeing on the screen, not her real self. But it feels real to him and he wants to keep this reality to himself for just a little longer.

“I wish I could hear your voice, Harry. You are one big mystery to me, you know that?”

He forgets to breathe for a moment as he reads her message, lying in bed one evening, getting ready to sleep, but he wanted to check in with her before ending the day.

“You know so much about me already,” he types back.

“Not enough, I feel like. Sometimes I’m afraid Nev and Max are about to show up at my door and tell me that I’ve been catfished.”

He chuckles at her words, though he completely understands her fear.

“What do you want from me then?”

“Send me a voice message so I know you are real. That would put my suspicion to sleep. For a while…”

Harry hesitates for a long time until he decides just one voice message couldn’t hurt. Just a short one where his voice is not that recognizable so his cover won’t be over immediately.

“Good night, Y/N,” he tells into his phone and then send the recording to her.

He watches the status change from delivered to read and a couple of minutes go by before she finally responds.

“Thank you. Now I know that you are real. I hope I’ll hear your voice in real life one day.”

“I hope that too.”

His time spent undercover is coming to an end and he knows it’ll happen soon. It’s been weeks since they started chatting, almost an entire month and she’s been hinting her will to see his face and though he has been putting it off, he knows it has to happen.

Fate is playing under his hands, because he is traveling to Seattle for a few days, exactly when Y/N is traveling there to visit her parents.

“I hope you know you can’t leave without meeting finally,” she wrote when she found out they are going to be in the same city.

“It never even crossed my mind!” he wrote back chuckling to himself, however it brought him extreme anxiety that he is now going to be forced to come clean about who he really is.

He spends his whole flight to Seattle making up possible outcomes for their first official meeting. Not all of them end well and it’s just fueling his fear that he might lose her for not telling her the entire truth.

But she is a smart girl, she’ll see your reasoning, he tells himself, however he can’t entirely convince himself that it will be the case.

In hopes of squeezing in more than just one meeting into the weekend they agreed to meet almost first thing after he lands. So after checking into his hotel he heads into the city to finally meet her in real life in a local café she suggested for the occasion. Arriving to the place he is running a little late and she already texted him she’ll be waiting for him inside. Harry is wearing a beanie with shades to try to keep up his cover and it seems to be working, no one has approached him yet.

Stepping inside the cozy looking place his eyes roam around and immediately finds her sitting in the corner, pouring sugar into her coffee, not even paying attention to the door at the moment, but truth is she’s been intensely staring at it in the past ten minutes she has been there.

Harry takes a deep breath and nods to himself before heading in her way, hands shaking nervously as he stops at her table.

She glances up at him with innocent eyes, a smile spreads across her face as she sees that her mysterious Harry has arrived and she doesn’t recognize her until he finally takes his sunglasses off.

Harry watches her face turn from happiness to surprise then utter shock as she realizes who is standing in front of him.

“You are… my Harry?” she asks, confusion laced through her voice and Harry can’t ignore how she called him her Harry. He likes the ring of it.

“M’orry if it’s a little too much f’you, I really didn’t know how to tell ya.”

Keeping his eyes on her he pulls out the other chair at the table and takes a seat across her while she is still staring at him with a shocked and puzzled expression sitting on her face. Then she looks around in suspicion as he wiggles his coat off his arms, before her eyes settle on him once again.

“It’s not an episode of Catfish, right?” she asks making him chuckle.

“It is not, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry if I’m being weird, but this was literally the last thing I was expecting,” she admits leaning back in her seat. “I believed things like this only happen in movies.”

“Not just there,” he smiles, slowly relieving that she is still sitting there and hasn’t ran out. It’s going way better than he expected.

She needs a little time to put the whole picture together and befriend the thought that she indeed just developed a friendship with Harry Styles through her videos for her brother. The absurdity is still shocking to her, but the more time passes by with him still sitting there, the more she finds peace with it.

Once the shock and surprise is gone they slowly realize they are seeing each other in real life finally. Harry feels overwhelmed, she is even more breathtaking than in her videos and through texts. He is mesmerized by her whole being and could listen to her talk in person forever, he wouldn’t get bored of her.

Time stops existing as they sit at the little café, talking for hours even though that’s all they’ve been doing through texts, but they just can’t get enough of hearing each other, seeing each other’s reaction and be able to see each other and not stare at a screen while talking.

Unfortunately, time never stopped just for the two of them and soon she realizes she needs to head back home. Harry doesn’t want to let go of her just yet so he offers to give her a ride, thanking himself for getting a rental for himself upon arriving. Y/N accepts the offer so the two of them head back to her parents’ home, soaking up the last minutes of their precious time spent together.

“Thank you for today, I really loved meeting you finally,” she smiles at him once they are parked on the driveway.

“I hope I didn’t shock you too much,” he chuckles scratching his chin.

“Just a little,” she admits before they both get out of the car and walking around it she stops in front of him, after a moment of hesitation she opts for a hug that he returns more than happily.

It feels as if her frame was perfectly sculpted to fit in his embrace and Harry can’t imagine how he could go this long without even seeing her in person. He knows it’s gonna be utter misery to be away from her after they leave the city.

“Will I see you before you take off?” she asks letting go of him. Harry looks down at her, the urge to kiss her growing bigger with each passing moment, but he is not sure if it would be appropriate to give it a try on their first time meeting.

“I’m free tomorrow for a lunch,” he tells her and she nods smiling.

“Then I’m free too,” she chuckles.

There’s an awkward moment where they are not sure what else should be done or said and the more they wait the weirder it’s getting so Harry clears his throat as he takes a step back, sad that he has to leave without feeling her lips on his, but he is not trying to be too greedy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he smiles walking back to his car. Y/N waves after him and sitting back to behind the wheel he takes a moment to himself to collect himself after everything that has happened today. His hands curl around the wheel and he is about to start the car when someone knocks on the window. Y/N is smiling at him through the glass and he rolls it down curiously.

“I just…” she starts hesitantly, her eyes wander down to his lips and Harry knows what’s about to happen, but it still catches him by surprise.

Y/N leans in through the window and presses her lips to Harry’s, capturing them in a sweet, long awaited first kiss they both have been dreaming of for quite a while. Harry smiles into the kiss, bringing his right hand up to cup her cheeks as they stretch the moment for as long as possible. Whenever one pulls back the other brings them back for just one more kiss that turns into two more, then three… It takes a long time for them to finally let go of each other.

“See you later, H,” she smiles backing out of the car and running up to the front door, smiling wildly as she waves in his way one last time before disappearing in the house.

Lying in bed that evening Harry is scrolling through his Instagram feed when he finally realizes he can now follow her without a worry. He is quick to find her profile again and hit that follow button. He is happy to see she was already following him.

He is just about to put his phone aside and go to bed after such a busy but exciting day when a notification pops up on the screen.

Y/N has just uploaded a new video!

He taps on it quickly and her smiling face greets him from his phone’s screen.

“Hi Sammy! It’s me again. Welcome back to our channel,” she starts with a shy smile. The setting is new this time, he supposes it’s her parents’ home this time. “This is going to be a short video, but I wanted to tell you about something. Or someone.”

Harry’s heart skips a beat when he thinks about where it’s heading. He listens to her voice holding his breath.

“I met someone today. We’ve been talking for a while, but I could finally hug him today. His name is Harry, and he is a wonderful man. I think you two would get along well,” she says with a soft chuckle. “I love spending time with him and I hope he feels the same way. Actually…” Her eyes move up straight to the camera, something she doesn’t do often. She usually stares out the window or plays with Henry while talking. “I think he is watching it right now. Hi Harry!”

“Hello, Beautiful,” he greets her back with a smile as if she could hear him.

“I wanted to tell you how amazing you are making me feel. I hope I didn’t disappoint. I was so nervous to meet you today, I hope I lived up to what you imagined me to be.”

“You were so much better than that,” he answers again.

“Anyway… I hope you feel the same way. You are the first guy I’m talking about in an update, so appreciate it!” she tells him and he chuckles lightly. “I’ll see you soon, H. But until then… Know that I’m thinking about you.”

“M’thinking about you too, Angel.”

“Sammy, I miss you as always. I hope everything is well, can’t wait for your next email. I love you,” she smiles before the video ends.

Harry heads straight to the comments. This time he doesn’t leave a lengthy one, just a short line, but it has everything he wanted to tell her.

“I feel the same way.” The comment reads. Just a few seconds later comes the notification and he smiles sweetly at his phone.

Y/N liked the comment.

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