#i can see why i enjoyed reading these books as a kid tho the words flow really well
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Been doing some bookshelf reorganization lately - who else was like ten-years-old and reading gory thriller books? Anyway
#lincoln rhyme#amelia sachs#jeffrey deaver#the bone collector#my fictional uncle and aunt out catching crimes!!!#speaking of jd I'm skimming again thru Blue Nowhere bc I want to see how well it holds up in the age of the interwebs these days hehe#i can see why i enjoyed reading these books as a kid tho the words flow really well
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the clash | vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)
hobie brown x goth!reader
word count: 2.2k
genre: enemies to lovers
warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you (sort of), you hating hobie, angry hobie, death, there’s a murder, SORT OF GRAPHIC death scene, injuries, ANGST, a plot twist!, sort of allusions to s*icide
a/n: ok y’all. this one’s a lil shorter, but this is where it starts getting whacky. the way i’m writing this is sort of like if i was writing a comic book, so this is a WHOLE ASS PLOTLINE that i could see being illustrated in my brain. i hope you enjoy, bc it’s about to get WILD. don’t worry tho the fluff will come bc i’m soft(ish)
previous chapter: v. ever fallen in love
now reading: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)
next chapter: vii. i wanna be sedated
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First thing’s first, Hobie needs to find out where the Prowler of your world might be. He could always call Miles and ask him where his Uncle Aaron lived, but that seems a little… insensitive. If there’s anything he knows about the Prowler, he knows that he’s a thief. So, Hobie snatches your police dispatcher and listens for some burglaries being reported. Getting any type of assistance from the police pains him to his very core, but he’s not about to wake you up and let you know what he’s about to do. He crouches on the railing of your balcony and stares out at your city. He hears calls about someone robbing a Bloodega, not the Prowler. Some kids snuck into a club, also not what he needs. “Come on, pigs,” he mumbles, “give me somethin’ useful here.”
That’s when his ears perk up.
“Reports of someone lurking around of Oscorp Labs, suspicions that it might be the Prowler. Units on standby for Spider-Goth, do not engage with the Prowler.”
Do not engage? What the hell? Isn’t he a villain? Hobie quickly understands what’s going on.
He works with the cops.
Fuck this assshole.
He leaps off your balcony, webbing his way through your city. It may not be his style, necessarily, but it’s a nice place. He can see why you like it so much. He’s actually been webbing through it more than he ever expected to with how much he visits you. He knows deep down that he’s visiting so much only to see you, but outwardly he likes to pretend it’s just to see Shadow. He knows more about your world than Miles, Pav, or Gwen’s which is interesting considering he’s known you only about 3 and a half months. Luckily, you live only a short web swing away from Oscorp, so he can’t get too lost in his thoughts about you and can end this guy faster. He lands on the top of the building and glances around. He notices a perfectly cut hole in the glass a few floors down, so he crawls down and through into the building. It’s dark. He tries to stay as quiet as he possibly can because he knows that’s how you would do it, but damn. He just isn’t good at stealth. And this is factual apparently, because he gets the feeling someone is watching him and just barely jumps out of the way from what looks like a whip covered in spikes. He lands on the ground in a crouched position when he hears a somewhat familiar sounding voice. “Who the hell are you?”
“Can ask you the same question, mate,” Hobie says, “The answer will make this whole thing so much easier.”
“You one of that freak’s friends?”
“Something like that,” Hobie responds. “I take it you’re the Prowler?”
“The one and only,” he says, and Hobie rolls his eyes under his mask. “Mate, do I have some news for you,” he snorts, and the Prowler flicks his wrist. His whip makes some mechanical noise and green and purple light starts shining through it in little places where the metal isn’t completely welded together. Hobie motions to it. “Bet you’re proud a’ that. What are you? A cybergoth? cyborgoth?”
“I’ll ask this one more time. Who are you?”
“Name’s Spider-Man, also known as Spider-Punk,” Hobie says, and the Prowler groans. “There’s another one? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“There’s a lot more than just me and them, mate,” Hobie crouches down, ready to leap out of the way if need be. “Why are you here? Where’s my insect at?”
Hobie doesn’t like the way he called you his. “They’re not yours,” he hisses at him. The Prowler is quiet for a moment before laughing. “Oh. I see. Didn’t know they had a boyfriend,” he says, before whipping towards Hobie. He jumps out of the way in time, but almost doesn’t because boyfriend? Excuse me? “Not their boyfriend!” he yells, landing on the ceiling and glaring down at the Prowler. “No? Then why are you here? I figured it was because of how badly I beat them. Their screams were so entertaining.” Hobie hates this man. He clenches his jaw. “Nowhere near as entertainin’ as yours’ll be, dickhead,” he grunts, jumping down and shooting a web at the Prowlers legs. Luckily, the Prowler wasn’t expecting that, and Hobie is able to yank his legs out from underneath him. He falls hard, and Hobie smirks. “Oh sorry, did that hurt?” Hobie says, and the Prowler growls, standing up faster than Hobie anticipated. “I’ll kill you.”
“Not if I kill you first, mate,” Hobie says, anger seeping out of his words. “A spider that willingly kills, huh? Is that why you came to find me?” he chuckles, “I feel like you and I could be good friends,” the Prowler’s chuckle turns into a laugh, and it pisses Hobie off even more. “I’d rather die than be friends with someone like you,” Hobie shoots another web at him, but this time the prowler dodges it. He flicks his wrist, and Hobie feels the whip make contact with his side. He grunts in pain. This must be what got you earlier today. “That can be arranged. You’re even worse than your little partner,” the Prowler says, and Hobie can hear the smirk. He wants to punch that fucking smirk off his stupid face. Hobie stands again, grabbing his guitar. If it’s a fight to the death this fucker wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. And Hobie will not be dying tonight. “Oh, what are you gonna do? Power chord me out of existence?”
“More like beat your ass until you kick it,” Hobie growls, “but if ya want me to do it with style, I’ll play ya a song over your dead body.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll be the one dying tonight,” the Prowler says and uses his whip again. Hobie jumps out of the way, and his eyes widen as he dodges two bullets in midair. He lands on the ground and sees that the Prowler’s gauntlets are guns as well. He scoffs. “How much that suit cost ya?”
“Would have cost a lot if I didn’t steal it or invent it myself, but I did,” Hobie dodges two more bullets, but lands directly on the Prowlers whip, causing him to slip and fall. “Luckily my agreement with the police got me the state-of-the-art tech that I needed,” the Prowler confesses. “Fuck,” Hobie grunts, jumping up as quickly as he can. “I’m gonna love telling Spider-Goth I took down their boyfriend.”
“Not their boyfriend!” Hobie yells, jumping out of the way of his whip, and more bullets.
“I find that very hard to believe.”
“Look, how ‘bout we settle this without any gadgets, eh? See who wins then?” Hobie says, and the Prowler scoffs. “If you can’t beat me at my best, you can’t beat me at my worst.”
“Actually, yeah I can. Dunno if you’re realizin’, but I’m still alive and breathin’,” Hobie says, jumping out of the way of his whip yet again. This time, though, Hobie was prepared. He webs the whip and yanks it as hard as he can. The Prowler is airborne as Hobie swings him to the other side of the room. He lands with a thud, and Hobie webs over to him, doing a flip to land a kick directly to the face. The Prowler manages to get his whip wrapped around Hobie’s ankle and flings him back across the room. He crashes into some glass wall and groans. “As much as I fuck with your ‘fuck the establishment attitude,’ Spider-Goth ain’t gonna be too happy with me if I destroy another buildin’,” Hobie says, shaking his head, hearing some glass fall down next to him. Then, the alarms start blaring. ‘Great, probably broke somethin’ important,’ he thinks before noticing a piece of glass stuck in his arm. ‘Gotta make this quick,’ he thinks, grunting as he pulls the glass out of his arm. “Like I give a fuck what makes them mad,” the Prowler says, running towards Hobie. He leaps out of the way, webbing his leg again and causing him to slip and fall. Hobie then delivers a blow to the side of his face with his guitar, but thanks to his armor, it just hurts him more than anything.
Then Hobie hears hissing. He leaps up onto the ceiling just before a mechanical snake was about to sink its stupid metal fangs into him. “Made yourself friends ‘cause ya ain’t got any? I’d be gutted for you if ya weren’t such a dick,” Hobie says, webbing the snake and jumping off of the ceiling. He does a flip in midair, swinging the snake with him and throwing it at the Prowler. He dodges just in time, but Hobie is able to deliver another blow to him. This time, Hobie goes for his leg. And he hears a crack. Just as he wanted. The Prowler shrieks out in pain.
Hobie lands next to him and bends down. “Hope that hurt, fucker,” he spits, striking his other leg in the same fashion. He dodges the mechanical snake again, grabbing it and using his strength to break it in one squeeze. He throws it to the side and dodges more bullets from the Prowler’s gauntlets. Unsurprisingly, Hobie goes for both arms next. He stops when the man is rendered completely useless, rolling the Prowler over on his back. “I win,” Hobie says, and even he is taken aback at how menacing his voice sounds. The Prowler grunts, “You sure you’re a good guy?” Hobie ignores him and stands beside his head. “I do what I want. Any last words?”
The Prowler is silent for a moment before speaking. “Tell them that their boyfriend would have been able to save–”
Hobie doesn’t let him finish.
In fact, Hobie has trouble stopping even after he knows the deed is done. He didn’t even give Osborn this kind of disrespect. But this guy is different. All Hobie has to do is think about the state of your back, how you still blame yourself for what this motherfucker did to someone you cared so much about, and he’s swinging his guitar again.
He only stops when there’s nothing left to hit.
He breathes heavily, observing what he’s done in the flashing red lights as the alarm blares in the background. He walks back to the window, glancing back at what he’s done before leaping out and webbing away as fast as possible. He hopes no one saw him. Doesn’t want anyone confusing you for him.
He lands on your balcony and sees Shadow waiting for him inside the doors. He opens them and hears the cat meow at him. He leans down, giving him a few scratches, before opening a portal to his world. He goes home, falling on his bed. He groans, feeling the injuries he got for the first time. The adrenaline was keeping him going that entire fight. He gets up, and begins mending his injuries. Halfway through the last set of stitches he has to give himself, he gets a call on his watch from Miguel. He rolls his eyes, ready to get yelled at for, ‘interfering with the fate of the multiverse, yaddah yaddah yaddah blah blah blah boring boring boring.’
“Yeah, what d’ya want?” he answers, finishing up his stitches. “Get to Spider Society immediately.”
“I’m a little busy here, mate can it–”
“NO! It can’t wait, Hobie! Get here now!” Miguel screams, hanging up. Hobie groans. He was supposed to go back to your world so when you wake up, he would be there and explain why he did what he did. He could just go back… but then Miguel might show up in your world. And he sure as hell doesn’t want that. Sighing, he opens a portal to earth-2099, walking through and ending up in Miguel’s multi-screened research room. “Do you know what you did.”
“Killed a bloody villain, what of it?” Hobie asks, already annoyed. Miguel pounds his fist on the desk. “You interfered with (Y/n)’s timeline, Hobart!”
“I was protecting them!”
“YOU CREATED AN ANOMALY!” Miguel screams, and Hobie frowns. “How did I–”
“You killed a villain not a part of your own world, a villain who played a role in a major canon event of (Y/n)’s and now–”
“Would you come off it with the fuckin’ canon events?! Whatever it is will be resolved in one way or another!”
“Hobie you don’t understand–”
“He hurt them! Was I just supposed to stand around and let it happen?!”
“YES! We’re Spider-People it’s part of the job,” Miguel screams, and Hobie rolls his eyes. “I thought you hated them anyways, why did you want to protect them so bad?!” Miguel asks, and Hobie freezes. That… is actually a good question. He sees your injuries in his mind again and his frown deepens. Why did he want to protect you? Surely, he doesn’t… like you? No, he wouldn’t have done what he just did for a just a friend, though he would have still hunted the Prowler down. But the thought of him hurting you drove him to do unspeakable things… which he did. Is it… does he like you romantically?
His eyes widen. It would make sense if he felt that way. He was around you 24/7. These past two days were torture. He likes the way you challenge him. He likes the way you look, he likes the way you speak, he likes– “Hobie. Answer me.” His thoughts get cut off by Miguel, and he swallows hard. “I… I actually can’t answer that right now,” he says, and Miguel frustratedly runs his hand through his hair. “Hobie. What you just did…”
“Is bad, I know–”
“It’s not just bad. It’s detrimental.”
“What do you–”
“Do you know who you killed?” Miguel asks, and Hobie scoffs. “Obviously. I killed the Prowler, probably some variant of Aaron Davis or–”
“The Prowler on Earth-666 is not Aaron Davis,” Miguel says, frowning at him. “Did I kill Miles? You know his voice did sound kind of familiar…” Hobie asks, feeling a little worse about the way he handled the situation. “No. It wasn’t Miles, either.” Hobie looks up at Miguel, who takes a deep breath. “The Prowler on Earth-666 was Hobart Brown.”
Hobie feels like he just got hit with a pound of bricks. This is too much for him to process in one night. “I… what?”
“You just killed yourself.” Hobie shakes his head. “I–”
“He sounded familiar because he was you. Just without the English accent,” Miguel says. “Did (Y/n) know?” he asks, less concerned with the fact that he technically killed himself, and more concerned with the fact that he did all of those things to you. Miguel shakes his head no. “They didn’t. They were never supposed to know,” Miguel affirms, and Hobie lets out a shaky breath. He unclenches the fists he didn’t realize he formed. He feels the indents his nails made on his palms, but he doesn’t care. He was genuinely scared for a minute there. How would you react towards him if you know he was the one torturing you for so long? He nods. “Good.”
“There’s something else I need to tell you, Hobie,” Miguel says, and Hobie looks at him. “You changed a canon event. So far, the world seems stable… but you’re not going to like what will happen next,” Miguel says, turning away from him. Hobie jumps up to the platform Miguel is standing on. “Will (Y/n) be okay?” he sounds a little too frantic, and Miguel glances over at him. “You care too much for them.”
“Bollocks,” Hobie retorts, and Miguel sighs. “I knew you would like them,” he mumbles before pulling up information on your Earth onto the monitors. Hobie sees the Venom symbiote pop up and frowns. You haven’t had to deal with that yet. “The Venom symbiote was meant to bond to Hobart Brown on (Y/n)’s Earth. Now, the symbiote is going to bond to (Y/n), which is bad. This symbiote is unlike the other Venoms. It’s angrier. Deadlier. He would have been the worst enemy they ever had to face. I’ve been mentoring them as a secret way to help them train to be able to defeat him because… well…”
“Cause what?”
“Hobie Brown with the Venom symbiote would have been unstoppable,” Miguel says, turning to Hobie and delivering information that makes a chill run down his spine.
“Hobart Brown was meant to kill (Y/n) (L/n).”
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I might be in love with your blog.. it’s literally been making my days so much better!
But hear me out this request I’ve had for literally ever and I think you could do it perfectly! So a ginger ready constantly being called a Weasley even tho they aren’t and this obviously catches the twins attention so they kinda start spending time with the reader. And then maybe George falling in love and thinking about Reader becoming an actual Weasley :]]] (also maybe molly being all like „well look at you you’re already a Weasley only missing the name“)
I really hope you get what I’m going for!!
And if not I’ll literally read everything you post it’s just soo amazing!!
i love this idea! i hope i can make it how you imagined!
MAKE A WEASLEY
Pairings: George weasley x Fem!reader
Summary: ^^^
Warnings: none
Notes: I try my best with every request, I took days to write this to make sure it's good, when you request something I will make sure I try my best to make it good so you enjoy it so I hope you do! I'm sorry if you don't like it, and if you really don't like it, I will do another one.
you were walking to your class when you got shoved, making you fall to the ground
"what where you're going, Weasley!" you looked up seeing Draco Malfoy, standing with a foul expression as he looked down at you
"what?" you raised your eyebrows, helping yourself up
he rolled his eyes and walked away, not replying to you
you had gotten that a few times throughout the years, it confused you, you weren't a weasley
you didn't have the name, let alone look like them at all, the only thing that you all had in common is the firey red mop on the top of your heads, although yours was slightly more washed out than the others
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George was walking with Fred when he heard a yell from the other side of the Corridor
"Weasley!"
he immediately turned along with Fred to see who called out to them
Fred and George saw a random boy in Ravenclaw yell out again, running to a girl with red hair who certainly wasn't ginny
"didn't he say weasley?" Fred asked George who frowned
"that's what I heard" George shrugged
"well then who the bloody hell is she? do we have a sister we don't know about?" Fred wondered, fully believing his own words
"are you kidding?" George squinted his eyes at Fred
"no, c'mon he's leaving, let's go talk to her" Fred ushered George over to her as she sat in the courtyard
Fred stood in front of the girl and cleared his throat, making her look up
"hello? do you need something?" you asked, looking slightly surprised
"why did he call you a weasley?" Fred spoke up, curious
"oh- some people just do it sometimes, it's because of my hair, I've asked them to stop a few times" you blinked nervously.
you were sitting in front of two of the most popular guys, who happened to have the name that a lot of people call you
"right, because it's red. I'm sure you don't like being associated with our family, right?" George spoke up, feeling slightly insecure
"I mean, I'd prefer being called my own name, but there's nothing wrong with your family so- it's not horrible, if it's that big of a problem with you, I'll try my best to make them stop, but then again they don't really listen to people who they 'know' are a weasley" you answered
George felt a wave of emotion when you fiddled with your fingers
He knows what it's like to be bullied for his name- even if that only happens rarely now- and only by Draco and his goons
"it doesn't really bother me, we were just wondering s'all" Fred spoke kindly
George stayed silent again, letting Fred do the talking like he always did until he got nudged by him, giving him a look
"yeah- just wondering"
you smiled up at the twins, putting the book that was in your lap in your bag and stood up
"hey- would you like to sit with us at lunch?" George blurted out, not wanting to leave yet
"sure"
-
you ran down the halls, George's hand holding your own as you and the twins escaped professor filch, the aftermath of a devious prank they had invited you to join in on
"hurry up!" Fred yelled out, noticing you and George slightly behind, George ahead of you as he dragged you along
"it's not my fault your legs are so freakishly long" you laughed, almost tripping over as George quickened his pace, your legs failing to keep up
you started to fall and squealed lightly when George rushed to catch you before you hit the floor face first
"careful there, Love" he huffed before making sure you were alright
you heard the hiss and the yell from the old owner
"come on" he helped you steady yourself and turned a corner, going a different direction than Fred
you followed closely behind, not wanting to fall again, that would just be embarassing
"get back here Weasleys!" you heard Filch's distant yell that got further away the more you ran
George snickered as you got to the grand stairs, finding Fred running up the stairs
he waited for you and started laughing at how good the prank was, glancing down at you and George's interlocked hands
he looked at you and raised an eyebrow with a smirk
by instinct, you let go of George's hand, making him look over at you at the loss of your palm's warmth
he watched as you and Fred walked into the Gryffindor common room side by side, laughing
he rushed up behind you both and listened as you gushed all about it
"that was amazing! I've never done something like that, quite thrilling if I don't say so myself! is that why you do it?" you grinned, wanting to do it again
"exactly why" Fred smiled smugly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the back of the red couch
"well that was just brilliant! can we do it again?!" you asked excitedly, making George's heart burst in happiness
he's never seen anybody that happy about pranks than him and Fred, to see you smiling and wanting to do it again warmed his heart
it made him feel proud of what he does, it's funny how one person can affect his mood and feelings
"well we do it all the time" Fred motioned to him and George "but you can tag along next time if you want"
"well I don't want to impose or burden you, I just think it's fun" you frowned, thinking he didn't want you to go anymore
"no, it's great having another mind to create ideas, speaking of, do you have any?" George asked
"yes! I thought of a lot on our way back here!"
-
the younger twin was used to turning around when he heard the name Weasley being called in the halls, and he was only getting used to the person trying to talk to you.
other than that, everything was great, he enjoyed talking to you, hanging out with you and he knew there was something there
he never would of expected it, especially for you, a person many though was one of his family members- he cringes at the thought of that
he wonders if you think of it the same way, if you find it weird like he does.
"George?" he turned to fine you sitting next to him, a curious look on your face as you smiled gently
the twin hummed in response, cheeks turning slightly pink as your pinky touching his hand that rested beside his thigh
"sickle for your thoughts?" you nudged him
"it's nothing, it would be a waste of money" he mumbled
"is it a girl? it is, isn't it?" you beamed, shifting in your seat to fully face him
you noticed the small blush that he refused to let you see, turning his head to look away
"who!?" you grinned grabbing his arm to make him look at you
George was never going to admit he was thinking about you, he had for weeks, he would think about you and smile
"nobody, don't worry" he sighed
"aw come on, I won't tell! do I know her?" you pouted, shaking his shoulders lightly
"no one, I don't like anybody" he denied
you huffed and sat properly, crossing your arms, staying silent
"hey?" George spoke up quietly, feeling as though you were slightly mad at him
"yeah?" you yawned
"how do feel about my name?" he asked out of nowhere
"George? I don't know it's a good name" you shrugged, not quite sure what to say
"no, Weasley, my last name" George corrected
"well it belongs to a wonderful family so I like it!" you nodded happily
George had been wondering what it would be like if you actually had his last name, he could imagine it
"so you wouldn't be upset if you had it?" he fiddled with his fingers
"if I had your last name? I mean I guess it sounds alright, Y/n Weasley, not bad" you chuckled
"yeah" he laughed too, scratching his left arm "doesn't sound bad at all"
the name stayed with George for days, his mind would scream it every time he looked at you and it threatened to slip when he greeted you
and Fred knew George's feelings for you, he could read his twin like a book and it was painfully obvious
-
it wasn't until a year later when George finally asked you out, your final year
he was planning his and Fred's big getaway for leaving to work on the shop and he didn't know when he was going to see you next, he didn't want to leave you, he needed you
over the past year, from when he met you, he knew he wanted you to stay, he knew that no other girl was going to walk into his life and be like you, make him feel the way you made him feel, made him think the way you made him think
he knew there was something there, and he desperately wanted it to happen, Y/n Weasley was a name he wanted to create for you, a name that he wanted his children to know, a name that he wanted to say aloud and not think in his brain.
Y/n easley was merely a name in his imagination, and George made it his mission to live it
he wanted to make a Weasley out of you, if you wanted
you were meeting the whole family for christmas, going over to the Burrow and spending the holidays with them for break
"Mum already loves you so really you have nothing to worry about, dad is- well dad loves just about everyone, unless your like- evil or rude but, you're not so you're fine, Charlie's only here for Christmas day and you don't have to worry about the rest" George rumbled, holding your hand as he lead you to the burrow
you weren't that nervous, George had told you all about every family member and you had no doubt that you would get along
George opened the door and let you in before closing it behind you both
you both had been at your house getting some things, making the rest like Fred, Ginny and Ron were already there, turning up hours before you
"we're home!" George called out, wrapping his hand around your waist and leading you through the kitchen to find his family
"oh, Dear there you are!" a short, stumpy woman with a warm smile greeted you, wearing an apron
"yeah sor-" George started, getting cut off by her walking past him to you
"look at you, you already look like a weasley, only missing the name!" she declared, grabbing ahold of your cheeks and squeezing
"right Arthur?" she turned to a man who stood at the table looking at George with a smile
he came up to you and introduced himself, everyone else in the room that you haven't met doing the same, some hugging you and the others giving you a hand shake
Bill started a conversation with you, talking about your interests and what you wanted to do
George cut it short, teeling Bill that he wanted to show you where you were staying and wanted to get you settled in before dinner
Bill agreed and George smiled, getting your bags
"i got them, don't worry" you shook your head, trying to take them off him, he only started walking towards the stairs
"c'mon"
you followed him up the stairs to his room, putting his bags down at the foot of his bed
"after a long talk with mum I convinced her to let you stay in my room, that's if you want, there's an extra bed in Ginny's room if you want it but I just thought-" he babbled
"I don't mind, whatever you want" you shrugged
"I better not wake up to you two doing things" Fred interrupted, standing in the doorway
"shut up, Fred, we won't be doing anything" the younger twin huffed
he left with his hands up defensively
George cleared his throat and waited for you to look at him before talking
"do you like it?" he questioned nervously
"I love it" you answered, bringing him into a tight hug
your hugs felt like it healed everything that pained him ever, if felt as though it got rid of every rude thing said about him, everything that hurt him, made him feel bad.
your hugs were something he never wanted to end, it was the medicine to his sickness that he didn't even have
"you know, after Christmas, Mum will do everything in her power to make us stay together" he soothed
"I wouldn't fight her on that"
he laughed "well you already are a Weasley, All that's left is to give you the name"
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#george weasley x fem#george wealsey x reader#fred and george#george weasley imagine#imagines#hp universe#oneshot#request#fluff#oliver phelps#x fem!reader
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pt 1 , pt 2
Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO
btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty
TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill
summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!
sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH
"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."
His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.
You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,
"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.
"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.
"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.
"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.
"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.
"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.
It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..
"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.
"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.
"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.
"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.
"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.
"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.
"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.
"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.
"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.
"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.
" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.
you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.
"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.
"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.
"your house?" you gulp.
"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.
"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.
"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.
"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.
"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.
"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.
You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.
"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.
"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.
"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.
"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.
"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.
"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.
"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.
#ahs#evan peters#american horror story#ahs fandom#tate langdon#ahs tate langdon#tate langdon x y/n#tate langdon x you#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon fanfic#tate ahs#tate langdon slaying it ONCE AGAIN#i am cringe but i am free#angst#tate langdon being a sexy smexy baddie rjdjdjdjd#i might have a problem#tate langdon is flowing thru my veins#PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS OR SUGGESTIONS FOR HEADCANNONS AND FANFIC plz
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Sooo, just a small comment on some of the things I loved in the finale of PJO.
There are obviously gonna be spoilers here soo...
-The fight between Percy and Ares!!! I loved the wave and now it was a subtle way of showing Poseidon was indeed beside him.
-The scenes between Percy and Luke!!! "Look, you didn't want to be a half-blood...". I loved the addition of these flashbacks of Luke teaching Percy to fight.
-Olympus! Omg, it was so pretty!!!
-Percy immediately being a total little shit with Zeus, I loved that!
-Poseidon showing up to protect Percy!
-Percy understanding only the word for "father" in Ancient Greek. He knows it because of Sally!
-"Ares is a moron."
-Overall the whole exchange between Percy and Poseidon. It really is a big step from him being all bitter and it was a bit corny but I liked it still.
-When Percy reveals Luke is the Lightning thief!
-Luke not fighting Percy at first. I have thoughts about the whole thing but I'll put them later on.
-Luke snapping for a moment and attacking Percy only after he mentions his father.
-Annabeth and her dagger!
-"Wait, your name is Percy!" And later "I don't think so", This was sooo hilarious. Especially when you think about how he initially tried to lie to him he's his dad. I'm pretty sure Dionysus knows his and everyone's name very well, he just likes being a jerk.
-"Some place called Disneyland", tbh, I feel like Annabeth won't be thrilled. I certainly wasn't and I was still am pretty childish as a kid.
-Grover's license!
-Their pact! That was so cute!
-"What did you dream of?" "Grandpa.". For a moment there I was like "What!? Are they tring to make it look like it was all a dream or that they're trying to make it as if Sally doesn't remember!?" but a moment later I was like "Nope, that's Percy Jackson, of course he'd refer to Kronos as his grandpa even tho he's his biggest enemy rn"
-Blue pancakes!
-When Percy and Sally were leaving the apartment, Percy's last narrative and the rain outside!
-The devastating moment when I thought we're not seeing Gabe turned into a statue but juuuust in case skipping the credits (call it a feeling or sth) and...
-GABE TURNING INTO A STATUE!!!! I'm honestly so happy! I'm not even mad Sally didn't do it as it was implied in the books. But she was divorcing him! I know he wasn't portrayed as bad as he was in the books in the TV show but I still believe he was emotionally abusing and he was still a jerk even tho it was toned down. Also, he was such an annoying, whiny bit-$(#..
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That's all I can think of rn, even tho I believe there were other things too.
Now, I gotta admit I've read the book a looong time ago so I don't remember everything in great details but I noticed lots of the changes in the episode and throughout the whole season. I still enjoyed the show a lot, tho. Most of the changes made sense and like... Come on, it's an adaptation! And Rick Riordan was involved in the process so I believe he knew what he was doing with all these changes.
Tbh, I liked the first two episodes a lot, then idk, the third, maybe fourth too, were a tiiny bit meh to me but overall, I loved it and loved the last couple of episodes! I have mixed feelings for some things like them knowing about Medusa, the Lotus casino and other stuff but again, I trusted the process and it worked! It's only 8 episodes and there was a lot to happen there so I can see why these changes were needed. Figuring all out would have taken them a lot of time. Also, it was as much for new fans as it was for new ones so of course some things had to be made differently. For example, how the whole thing about who would betray Percy was done.
I've been watching lots of videos and posts of new fans who haven't read the books and I was cackling like an old hag at their assumptions how it was gonna be Grover or sth. And you just can't convince me that episode 7 and Annabeth getting caught by one of the roots wasn't with the exact purpose of making people think "Oh, they are friends now, what if it's her?" It was really well-played. And let's not forget how everyone was like "Luke! Babyboy, so precious." Can't wait to see everyone's reactions now... (Luke is still these things, even though he is "bad guy")
Speaking of Luke, again, haven't read the books in a while but I somewhat don't remember him and Percy being that close and being such good buddies. Idk, might need to read them again but even though I didn't mind that dynamic too much, I really thought this is more like how Luke and Annabeth should have been. I feel like we needed more interactions between them. Also, Luke speaks randomly about her twice, first telling Percy about her and calling her "my little sister" and then last episode giving that example with the spiders (nopee, I don't believe itt, she won't crush it, she'll scream and run unless it's a huge spider, then she'll fight it because of her bf) but she barely (if not ever) mentioned him? Yeah, she mentioned Thalia but almost nothing of Luke?? How are you gonna convince me that was her hero!? She should have been broken by his betrayal much more than Percy! Also, they kinda made Luke somewhat of a big softie, I thought it was because then his betrayal would have been more devastating but nope, there wasn't some kind of a 180° turn in his behaviour. Wonder why, to make him more relatable or? I want to see how his further actions are going to play out in this scenario...
Anywayy, all in all, I enjoyed the show a lot and I hope there is a next season. I want to see how the story will proceed on the screen (and I hope the changes we keep getting aren't anything too essential).
#pjo tv show#disney pjo#pjo series#pjo#percy jackson#luke castellan#annabeth chase#grover underwood#smelly gabe#sally jackson#poseidon#yet another rant#also putting this in the notes if anyone gets to read (tell me if you do) but I have a weird feeling we'll get lots of percy/luke now
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I already talked about this with mtf E. Amelia Munson but listen... Because I forgot if I shared it around or in a private DM with friends and also kind of wrote an AU Pirate fic about it but hey
Trans Xxxx Munson not knowing what name to take. They don't want to use the deadname male version, they want something new. Maybe it is because their dad chose that name when their mom was pregnant, or maybe it just reminds them about what they were "supposed to be" (or better said, the people who told them those words)
They want something new, something closer to this new life in this little town with their uncle.
And that's why, a nice summer night, the first one where they can act, dress and just exist as they are, they are sharing a cold root beer, Wayne a beer. They are just on the porch, enjoying the weak wind that it's not enough to make them stop sweating. They are listening to some Johnny Cash on Wayne's old radio and talking about the day.
They hear how Wayne does his best not to use Xxxx as a name, mostly using kiddo, kid, boy (which makes them happier) and they smile, ready to talk. A bit anxious, trying not to show the emotions in their voice.
"Can I ask you a question, Wayne?"
"Go ahead," Wayne replies immediately before drinking more of his cold beer.
"If you had... if you could amm..." they swallow when Wayne's eyes are over them. "If you had had a son, which name would you have chosen for them?"
Wayne's expression doesn't change; he is very hard to read, and they discover it daily. They remembered when younger thinking Wayne was a stern rude uncle, just to be completely wrong about it. Yeah, he was hard, but it was because he didn't show much with his expressions.
He takes some air and looks at the dark woods in front of him, they don't know just woke up a sad old story in their uncle's memories. But he just nods and doesn't look back at his nephew.
"Edward was a nice name. Your mom would always say it differently tho. Eduardo."
They nodded, realizing the other question in his head wasn't going to fit right now, not at this moment.
"Why that name?"
"I don't know." Wayne tilted his head, licking his lips. "I read it somewhere, one of those few books that took my attention. And I like it, sounds pretty nice, don' you think so?"
"Sounds very preppy."
"Maybe? Just sounds very powerful, you know? There are brave soldiers with that name somewhere in old stories."
They nodded, playing with the brown bottle on their hand. Almost empty.
"I like it." they said finally. "I like it enough... may I?"
Wayne looked at him, lifting both eyebrows.
"What?"
"Use it."
His uncle frowns, and for the first time, he can see something in those eyes. Not just something, but a lot of emotions. Showing almost like a watery frame under them. Wayne clears his throat.
"Well, boy, you need to choose it yourself. Don't you say so? You wanted something important, something big. Don't listen to this guy. And you already had a list, right?"
"But, it is important for you and for sure big." He smiled. "You said it, brave soldiers may be called Edward somewhere. Many knights that fight dragons." he leans closer to his uncle's chair. "May I use it?"
Wayne looks at him for a second before covering his mouth and just rubbing his fingers around his lips. He looks back at the forest and clears his throat.
He finally nods.
"Good. I like it."
"Well, I'm glad you got a name now." Wayne chuckles, trying to disperse the last thoughts. "School begins soon and you don't want the others to use the other name on you, right?"
"Right! It will be much better."
Wayne nods, playing with the bottle of beer as his nephew did before. They let some seconds of silence pass around, both not knowing why but feeling it was necessary.
"Just don't make a teacher use it for the first time to scold you or call me because you got in trouble."
"Of course not! I'm not that kind of Edward!" he said as a joke, realizing a second after that he liked the sound. "I'm the good one."
"I'm sure you are, Eddie."
Ok. Nevermind about just Edward.
He thinks at the end, as he looks at his uncle's melancholy and how he puts his bottle of beer closer so he can hit it with his root beer. Maybe, after all, he likes just Eddie even more.
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IK u've already done Fred Benson x GN reader confession stuff but...more please?? maybe reader leaving Fred anonymous love letters until the truth comes out??😳😳
I'm obsessed with Fred x jock reader. Apparently, I'm a sucker for the nerd/jock trope. I thought I was more interesting than this!
Also, this is different from my usual works. I kind of just want to see how it does in comparison to all my other pieces that have happy endings. This was fun to write anyhow :) I think I’ll write a part two eventually. Just depends tho if anyone wants one.
(also I’m kinda in a romance slump if that makes sense. I need to read more romance books, so if anyone’s got any recs, lemme know)
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Word count: 2.7k
Pairing: Fred Benson x Reader
Warnings: N/A
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It started small. A slip of notebook paper shoved into his locker during passing period.
Dear Fred, your hair looks really nice today.
It wasn't anything romantic. It was barely even a compliment. And it definitely told nothing about your identity, you wanted to stay anonymous. Especially when you kept doing it.
It wasn't a daily thing. It wasn't even a weekly thing at the beginning. But sometimes you thought he looked extra nice, or that something he said in class was really funny. Sometimes you didn't even compliment him, you just said something pointless about your day and asked him about his.
It was a fun little thing you got some serotonin from doing. And you didn't have to face the awkwardness of ever saying any of it in person. It's why you started writing the notes in the first place, words came more freely when you wrote them down. Something to do with not having to see the person's reaction to your words. It’s why you'd never said more than a word to Fred.
You knew how he was. You heard he once made a newspaper kid cry without even touching him. You didn't want to risk being torn to shreds with just a few words, so you stayed anonymous and just shoved the notes in his locker for him to find.
But one week he disappeared and something…changed with you. You began writing him more. Every day he was missing you slipped a note in his locker. Saying you missed seeing him around. Or that you missed his witty remarks in class. You were secretly worried about his well being.
Dear Fred,
You probably don't want to hear from me considering I've left you about six notes this week alone. It's the most I've written to you, actually. I guess I was worried. Not I guess. I was worried. A lot. You just disappeared off the face of the earth for a week.I suppose that’s your business though.
I really did miss you in class, I didn't lie about that. It's boring without you picking fights with everyone. But you're back. I saw you in the hall earlier. You looked like actual hell, no offense. I think I saw a cut on your face but I’m not sure, you walk too fast. Are you okay? Getting into actual fights after school too now?
I'm glad you're back anyhow. And I'm glad you're in one piece.
It was longer than usual, but you slipped it in your locker like normal and that was the end of it.
Until it wasn't. That single note seemed to open some sort of door in your mind that green lit a different sort of note.
Dear Fred
So that cut scarred. I noticed it in class. If I'm being honest, I couldn't stop looking at you. Even with a scar, you're beautiful to look at. I couldn't tear my eyes away from you, the way people can’t look away from the TV or something. Not in the way someone looks at a car wreck or something.
You distracted me in a way I enjoyed, like the TV. Consequently, I’m definitely going to bomb out next test, but tis a small price to pay. One I’m likely going to keep making in the foreseeable future.
I don't know how I ever got work done in the past with you sitting in the same room as me. It's as though my eyes are finally open and I can see you for how attractive you really are.
You distract me in the best possible way, Fred Benson.
You hesitated to send that one, so you nearly got caught. You kept turning it over in your hands as you walked back and forth in front of his locker. Debating on if you should leave it or not. Weighing the pro’s and con’s and taking into account the heightened risks.
"Can you move?"
You turned, staring at Fred with wide eyes. And wow was it nice to actually look him in the face. You were usually stuck staring at his side profile because of where he sat and where you sat.
"Uh, hello? You're pacing in front of my locker. So if you could go have an existential crisis about—" he looked you up and down, eyes lingering on your letterman jacket, "some brainless sport, I'd appreciate it."
You blinked. Wow. "Uh, yeah," you intelligently said, stepping to the side. "My bad," you added and very quickly walked away before you could further humiliate yourself.
After a few paces, you looked over your shoulder to find him already staring at you, eyes narrowed and firmly fixed on you. You whipped your head around and walked faster.
You left the note in his locker later, but stopped for about a week and a half. You didn't want to run the risk of him suspecting it was you who was leaving the notes. So, you stopped leaving them for a bit.
When Fred finally stopped giving you looks in the hall, you slipped a new note in his locker. You even taunted him and asked him who he thought was leaving him these notes.
After that one, you waited another week before leaving the riskiest one yet.
Dear Fred
I have a crush on you now. Fuck you and your irresistible seduction techniques, I feel like a middle schooler who just learned what a crush is. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was just supposed to leave you notes on occasion to maybe make you smile because you always look so grumpy.
But it was inevitable, really; all that time spent staring at you. If I had a type in people, you would fit it like a glove.
You're incredibly smart, passionate and driven, witty, (kind of mean), and very nice to look at. You're a catch. At least in my book.
I get butterflies when you walk in the room, I can barely stand to look you in the eyes without feeling warm and fuzzy. Even though you don't realize the impact you have on me, I can't help but hope for even a small chance with you.
I want to get to really know you. I want to know what makes you, you. I wanna know what gets you going and what you hate. I want to know you.
But alas. Here we are. Maybe one day I'll scrounge up the courage to sign my name at the end of one of these notes.
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Fred slammed the piece of paper against the table with a loud smack that echoed through the empty paper room. "Look."
Nancy looked up from her lunch and stepped away from the counter she was leaning against. It was then he saw Robin, sitting on the floor next to her. She sprang up though when Nancy walked away.
"What's going on?" She asked as Nancy took the piece of paper from Fred. "Ooh, what's that?" She asked, hooking her chin over Nancy's shoulder to read over her shoulder.
Fred scowled at her. He wouldn't have brought it up if he knew she was in here. It was bad enough Nancy knew. (Actually, it was nice Nancy knew. He could talk about it with her). Robin on the other hand, was a whole other story.
"Fred's been getting notes in his locker all semester," Nancy filled in. "He's got a secret admirer," she teased with a smile.
"Fun," Robin nodded. "Oh wow. 'I get butterflies when you walk in the room', they're so into you!" She excitedly exclaimed, hooking her arms around Nancy's middle.
Fred ignored that. No way was that possible. It was a prank. Some douchebag who thought it was funny to mess with him. He was getting sick of it.
He very firmly ignored the part of him that hoped it was genuine. That whoever was leaving these notes in his locker genuinely liked him.
He didn't like to listen to that part of his brain. It usually led him to crushing disappointment, so he learned it was best to just shove those feelings down until they dissipated. They would, eventually.
"You still have no clue who's giving you these?' Nancy asked, handing Robin the note when she made a grab for it when she tried to give it back to Fred. Robin pressed a kiss to her cheek in gratitude.
"Nope," Fred answered. "One of my English classmates. Or maybe math, that's usually when I find the notes," he shrugged.
"You don't have anyone who seems the type to do this?" Nancy pressed. She was very involved in trying to find Fred someone so he didn't have to always third wheel her and Robin.
Fred did, actually. You. He didn't think you would be the type to write anything as sappy as a love letter considering your jock reputation, but that day you'd been lingering around his locker was suspicious. Plus he didn't get a note til later in the day. It made sense, but also, it confused him a lot more.
Why would you write him a love letter? Was he right? Were you just screwing around with him and you and your other jock buddies were getting a good laugh?
"No," he answered anyway. "No one. I don't even talk to anyone besides you two."
"That's sad," Robin deadpanned. "You don't have any friends? I think that's worse than Steve," she jested, jostling Nancy with a grin.
"Steve has friends," Nancy began, distracted from the topic at hand.
"That are children," Robin finished. "Anyways. Freddie, we need to find you friends. Besides us, because while we are wonderful company…"
Nancy elbowed her with a tight smile.
“Fred,” he corrected for the umpteenth time.
The door suddenly slammed open, making Nancy and Robin jump away from each other. When Fred looked up to see who had arrived, he found himself staring at you, frozen in the doorway. Your hand was still on the doorknob. You quickly hid your other hand behind your back.
When your eyes met his, you very quickly broke eye contact and looked at Nancy and Robin instead. Then your eyes found the paper in Robin’s hands. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before managing a choked, “sorry.”
“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Nancy politely greeted and Fred suddenly remembered that you two were friendly with each other. You had a mutual friend: Steve Harrington.
“Nancy,” you said with a nod of acknowledgement. You stepped back, safely out of the room.
Fred watched you, making eye contact again and frowned when you immediately avoided it. But he said nothing.
“I’m gonna…go,” you said, taking another step backwards and letting the door close as you walked away.
It was silent between the trio for a few moments.
“Dude,” Robin exclaimed. “It was them. They’re writing the letters, one hundred percent. I mean—did you see the way they looked at you!?”
“No,” Fred denied. “Why would it be them? Have you seen them? They hate people like me. Them and their buddies make fun of people like me on a daily basis.”
“Not all jocks are Jason Carver,” said Nancy with a ‘for-your-information’ tone. “I think it could be them, just based on their behavior. They were really avoiding eye contact."
"Maybe they just hate me and don’t want to look at me,” Fred countered. “Maybe they were doing something they’re not supposed to and that's why they were avoiding eye contact. Why would they be here?"
"Maybe they were gonna deliver another letter," Robin suggested with a grin. “And then they seen you and you like, totally ruined their plans.”
“No,” Fred denied again. “Can we stop talking about this now? It wasn’t them. They’re a stupid jock who would mkae fun of me the first chance they got,” he said sourly, snatching the letter back and haphazardly stuffing it into his back pocket.
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“Ow, what the fuck!?” You furiously hissed, rubbing the back of your head that had just been rudely knocked against the wall. You squinted at whoever had just pulled you into the paper room and proceeded to shove you against the door. You found yourself staring at none other than Fred Benson. You blinked at him. That was unexpected.
“Sorry,” he said, but didn’t at all sound apologetic. “But it’s not easy to find you without your jock buddies and I need answers. Now.”
“Y’know, Benson, you could have just asked to speak with me. No need to assault me,” you said calmly, straightening up and fixing your jacket. You folded your arms across your chest and stared at him. “So? What do you want?”
Your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt warm low in your gut. Just being this close in proximity to the boy you’d developed a crush on was driving you crazy. But you had to seem calm and collected so he didn’t suspect anything.
“You did it,” he said bluntly. “Didn’t you? The notes in my locker?” He thrust the newly written letter in your face.
Your facade cracked as you forced a laugh, “am I supposed to know what that is?” you asked, glancing at the paper then staring back at him, ignoring the heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie,” Fred said with a frown, lowering his hand. You could see the doubt crawling into his expression though. “You’ve been writing them for the past few months, haven’t you? You’re the only person who makes sense.”
“I haven’t written anything,” you denied, stronger this time. “Why would I leave notes in your locker? That’s just ridiculous,” you forced out, even though it hurt to say because it wasn’t ridiculous and fuck, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
Fred’s frown turned into a scowl.
“I have to go,” you said, clearing your throat and twisting to open the door. But before you could, Fred's voice stopped you.
"Wait."
You paused with a quiet sigh. You turned back around to face him. "What?" You expectantly asked.
You weren't expecting Fred to press his lips against yours and keep them there in a lingering kiss. And you weren't expecting to like it so much.
You pulled away abruptly, your arms coming apart to hold his shoulders. "What was that?!" You exclaimed, shaking him a little. You were just surprised and flustered. And happy it finally happened.
Fred's eyes went wide and fearful. He tensed up beneath your hands and tried to shy away from you.
In an instant, you dropped your hands, stepping back and bumping into the door, but you didn’t care. You showed him your hands, palms out, “shit, Fred, I’m not gonna hit you or anything,” you said quietly, unable to raise your voice.
Fred didn’t look confident that you wouldn’t as he stepped backwards. “I’ve been beat up by your friends before,” he said, finding his voice. “Look, just go. Clearly I was mistaken.”
“No—”
“Go!” He said louder, turning his back on you.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. So you sighed in defeat and turned around. With your hand on the door knob, you glanced back at him. You watched as he rubbed at his face before turning around. You turned the knob and opened the door, stuffing your free hand into your pocket where it crushed the letter folded up inside. You walked out of the paper room and didn’t look back.
#ransomswriting#reader insert#ask box#reader#stranger things#stranger things season 4#answered asks#fred benson#fred benson x gender neutral reader#fred benson x reader#x reader#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#ronance
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Hi pookie 👋🏻
You know why I’m here don’t you ? 👀 (for the match me with someone-)
So, I think my love language are quality time and physical touch. If I have a partner I really want someone I can hug and kiss and all, as for quality time I don’t care what we do, we could be doing two different things as long as we’re in the same room I don’t care.
For the love language I search in someone I think physical touch and words of affirmation. I’m very insecure and I need someone that will assure me they love me and that they will never leave, as for physical touch it’s just because I do that too and don’t want to bother so having someone with that too is ++
Hobbies for them I really don’t care, maybe something not dangerous or else I’ll be freaking out every time they do their things but other than that I don’t care at all. For my hobbies I really like writing, reading and being on my phone doing anything (+ I can play the guitar lol).
For personality I don’t want someone cold, I will not be able to stay with them. Maybe not someone too overly excited too because my social battery runs out quickly even with people I love a lot lot lot. So yeah someone calm maybe and with some energy but not too much is mwah, perfect for me.
That’s all I think ? (I really sent you everything lol sorry for the long rant-)
i think u should date me haha just kidding or am i (/j)
long ass post under the cut also sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes lol
STARTING OFF STRONG WITH
ROOK i think it's very clear that rooks love language is physical touch and words of affirmation (those r just the main ones tbh he has all of them he just wants to express his love for u as much as possible) he will GLADLY reassure you of his undying love and affection towards you, he hates being away from you and when he is forced to do so you're always on his mind and he'll make sure you know that with the multiple calls and messages he leaves u and even letters 💀. since you love physical affection i hope you're ready because this man WILL hug you kiss you hold your hand at any time he's allowed to, he really doesn't care about what anyone says he's just a guy showing pure adoration towards the one he is an absolute fool over can you blame him???
rook's hobbies are quite dangerous and he knows how much you worry about him so he always make sure to let you know that he's safe, you trust his knowledge and skills but still you cant predict the future so you can't exactly just stop worrying, to make up for the anxiety he gave you he'll always return home with gifts, any treats you like and one day he even both you a giantic ass plushie and he'll sit with you and hold you telling you how much he absolutely adore you, not all of rook's hobbies are dangerous tho, he loves art, all types of art, rook also enjoys writing especially poems so he'll love to read all of your works if you let him (he'll find a way to read them either way unless it's something very very personal you don't feel comfortable sharing with anyone) he's literally your biggest fan, he could talk for hours about how much he loves your writing and if you let him he'll love to sit close to you and watch you writing he's unusually quiet because he's so focused and doesn't want to interrupt him, but in case you'd prefer to hear him talking then he'll gladly chat with you the entire time even give you tips if you ask him to do so. rook would love to read with you he loves to hold you and read to both of you he'll also appreciate it if you'd like to talk about the book after, also be ready for rook to sneak up on you and suddenly start reading a poem he wrote just for you he really enjoys doing that especially if u get spooked easily because he loves seeing you calm down when you realize it's him it warms his heart that you feel safe by his side. rook knows he can be too much sometimes so when you ask for a break to recharge your batteries he won't be sad at all!! he'll just kiss your hand or your cheek and ask you to tell him when you feel comfortable again, as extra as rook can be the only truly overwhelmed you like 4 or 5 times and it was in the start of your relationship (as friends or as lovers) because as you two got closer he understood your boundaries better so he can always notice when you're starting to get overwhelmed and immediately will stop the situation in a way that you will only notice after you're feeling better because he doesn't want you to feel guilty in any way
IN CONCLUSION: rook loves you so so so much and he WILL let you know, this man is every insecurity's nightmare because he will have no mercy as he absolutely destroys it he won't be satisfied until you start seeing what an amazing person you truly are he'll always do his best to make you happy and WILL be mad if anyone ever disrespects or make u sad
another person i think would be good for you is
AZUL i know u might think THAT CAPITALIST?!?!?!?? but hear me out azul is also quite insecure and having someone that understands what he goes through will help him so so much, he loves affection he feels so safe around you he just wants to make you happy and that he WILL do!!! it may not look like it but azul loves physical affection, surely he's very shy and will ask you to not do anything too extreme in public but in private??? oh boy he will hug u so so tight and while he's doing so his face is BURNING hot this man looks like he's about to faint his hands are shaking a bit too but u can feel his little smile that he's trying to hide by burying his face on your shoulder, azul tries to hide his excitement to take you on dates and spend time with you by luring u into contracts which is literally just him giving u gifts and getting to stay by your side as a "payment" yes the tweels bully him for it
im pretty sure it was said azul's hobbie is collecting coins or something and like he's so silly cuz he'll one day take your hand and proudly show you his collection he has such a adorable proud smile too please praise him tell him how cool it is and how you're amazed at how many different coins he has, azul would be very very interested in reading the things you write he tries to hide but everyone knows that if u post your works he's the first one reading them in a fake account that's definitely not suspicious at all, he always leaves u such cute reviews and u can always tell it's him but if u ask him he'll die of embarrassment so please don't
he'd also love to hear you playing guitar and he'll ask if you'd like to make a duet w him he'll stop at some point because he's absolutely flabbergasted by your skill make sure to tease him because he's cute when he blushes he's such a pathetic wet dog
azul is a calm man and whenever you feel overwhelmed he'll always immediately take you to his office which is a very calming and quiet atmosphere, if you'd like to be alone he trusts you enough to leave you there but if you'd like his company then he'll stay there quietly by your side as he does his thing, he's very happy you trust him enough to allow him to see such vulnerable sides of yourself and he wants to make sure he'll protect you, azul can also get overwhelmed due to work and in these moments he'll just quietly ask if you can hug him or let him lay his head in your lap, if you can read to him that'd be great too, soon he'll fall asleep with a smile on his lips and all his stress gone
IN CONCLUSION: azul would be an amazing lover for you, you two are a very cute couple it doesn't even look like you're both so silly for eachother for ppl that don't know u both well
another possibilities could be: silver, riddle, trey, jade & idia
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🤥 LYING, 🌱 SEEDLING, 📖 OPEN BOOK, 👑 CROWN, 🌟 GLOWING STAR and 💚 GREEN HEART for Pinocchio, please and thank you 🥰
You asked about him so soon this time around! I'm very impressed!!!! Still bastard question choices, tho
OC Emoji Asks
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
Listen, predictably he doesn't lie a lot nowadays specifically because that's what the general public expects of him. THAT BEING SAID...it would be a lie to say he never takes advantage of it, too - it's kind of a reverse Cassandra situation, you know? If you're someone that isn't very close to him, and you see this boy who's known for being a liar bend over himself to insist something has happened just the way he says, you'd think said declaration is bullshit, right?
Wrong. For those who know him well, that's a sign that he's telling the truth and is trying to get others to believe him. When he gets all cold and curt, though, and his sentences are very stiff and to the point...oh boy, that's when you ought to start running. A pity people usually don't pay enough attention to realize in time, uh?
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
Dying is pretty far up the ranking, followed (time-wise as well) by those very first moments of being a real boy - suddenly there was a complete overhaul of his senses, so everything looked different, sounded different, smelled different. Kinda hard to forget that, I think.
📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?
He loves reading! He reads everything vaguely age-appropriate, from non-fiction to mystery novels to comic books to day-old newspapers, and he's more than decent at reading them out loud, too, but he's partial to stories of faraway lands both real and imaginary, especially now that he can enjoy them from the comfort of his bed.
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
He wants to be good. He wants people to know he was good, when they can't speak with him directly. He knows what his name stands for in most everyone's minds and he'd do just about anything to change their perception of him.
Kind of a weak spot for him, I might say
🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?
When he was younger he still clung for a bit to the whole when-you-wish-upon-a-star business, but it didn't really seem to work, so he sticks to the more poetic and/or scientific thoughts on the topic. Nova has taught him, Lampwick and some of the other former orphanage kids about constellations and stuff, and those night outings are a favorite pastime of theirs now.
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
He likes being held. It...wasn't exactly a main feature of a big part of his life, so he soaks in it like a sponge. He needs hugs ALWAYS, but luckily he's surrounded by people who love him very much and whose love language is (also) physical contact - see Marco, Pierrot and donkey boy over there.
Words of affirmation are pretty high on the list, too, but those he understandably takes with a pinch of salt every time, so hugs are a more reliable choice.
#bewilderedmoth#ask meme#thousand problems verse#pinocchio#god I mistreat him so much poor child#sucks being a protagonist doesn't it baby
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Time, Where Art Thou...
The last book I read, I spoke on it in my last post but didn't divulge too much, I hope.
Gentle Reminder: It was called The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Well, I am reading a new book, essentially almost done, written by a South Bronxite named Adam Silvera entitled They Both Die at the End.
I realize that both of these books deal with the passage of time. I'll elaborate of course.
Question 1: What would you do if you knew you had all the time in the world? Like literally you can't die and you will live hundreds if not thousands of years. What would you do?
Question 2: What would you do if you knew you were going to die within the next 24-hours? You don't know when. You don't know how. You just know this is your final day on earth.
Each of these books are essentially love notes to time. Here's the kicker, whether you want it to or not, time is going to keep going. Think about the passage of time, in your own life. You know everyone has the same 24-hours a day. Some people are utilizing their 24-hours to make their dreams come true. Some people are utilizing their 24-hours to make someone else's dream come true. Sadly, there are yet some who use their 24-hours to do nothing at all.
Time flies when you're having fun. Think of yourself as a 12 year old person who was just let out of school for summer break. To most of us, we thought the summers passed by so quickly. Now, think of yourself as whatever adult age you may be and how long do the summers feel? Don't include this summer of 2022 because Summer checked out like it was late. Fall came right in and walked right by us and straight to cold ass weather.
When you think about the passage of time, do you notice, when you're doing something you rather not be doing, time seems to go by so slow, but if you're doing something you like or you're with someone you enjoy the company of, it passes so quickly. An hour is an hour no matter how you look at it.
Whether it passes quickly or slowly, it's still the same 60 mins.
Here's where you really see the passage of time..When you're children are growing up. We don't celebrate ourselves enough...I'll expand on this thought in a moment.
Having children and watching them grow and learn and seeing the same things they do with new wonder, it's the most exhilarating thing to ever experience. It doesn't have to be your children. It can be a niece or a nephew or just your BFF's new baby. Watching these little humans explore and learn the world shows you the real passage of time.
Back to that odd ass thought. We don't celebrate ourselves enough. As adults we don't seem to celebrate ourselves. Like, if you take a pregnancy test and pass (I worded it this way because it all depends on the outcome you want) you should friggin' celebrate. If you cook a really good dinner, have a glass of wine with it and listen to some good music. We celebrate every test and (shitty) drawing our kids give us, why can't we celebrate ourselves the same way? Because we're adults? Funk that! Because we're adults we should be celebrating ourselves more.
I was mad while I drove but didn't curse anyone out...CELEBRATE with a cookie or whatever you use to celebrate the little things. A sticker? Buying a new pen? Watching your favorite show? Whatever you feel is the best celebrator of you. I mean, why not right? That's not a bad way to pass the time.
I'm going to answer the questions posed above because I don't think it fair I pose the question to you and not give you a response.
Family, you can write me and tell me your responses if you'd like. You could also just sit with the questions and think about it because these aren't easy questions. We don't know what the future holds right?
Question 1: I'd see all I could see. I'd go everywhere and I'd attempt to do everything. I mean, the fear of death is off the table, so then there'd really be no need to fear anything. Think about it...Every fear we have leads to death. I've never thought of that until I just typed it but in truth, even if we can't articulate that THAT is the actual fear, it is. Why do we fear heights? We don't like the feeling we get when we're high up. We're not in control and we don't know if we'll fall...and do what? Let the congregation say: DIE!
I hope that came off as light hearted as I intended it to be.
So I'd do everything I can. The money is there, we just need to go get it. I'll make my money, invest, buy stocks, CDs, bonds, etc. I have hundreds if not thousands of years to accumulate. You can't take it with you, right? So I'd spend the shit out of it and have every experience I want. There is such a big world out there and I would want to see and touch and explore all of it.
Question 2: Now the response remains the same "I'd see all I could see." To paraphrase, I'd LIVE! I'd want to be with my kids and my grandkids. My partner and my family. I'd want to share laughter and swap stories, maybe have a pre-funeral, funeral. I'd tell everyone I could how I felt about them, good or bad. I mean, I don't have a lot of time so you'd be getting a mass text. No hand written notes on my last day. Sorry lovies.
The whole point I'm trying to make is that I'd LIVE. Whether I live to 1,000 or just for another 1,000 seconds I would make the best of my time.
Now here's the kicker familia...I am making the best of my time right now! Did you know that was possible? Because it is. It doesn't have to be anything crazy. Writing this blog is me making the best of my time. Listening to music is making the best of my time. Reading is making the best of my time. Why? Because these are things i enjoy. To others it may seem lazy and unproductive but it's far from that. Do you realize how much my brain thinks about the next blog, whether it be tomorrow or next week or next month or next year...My brain stores these ideas so I'm constantly going over things in my mind.
I'd like to say Thank you for reading the crazy thoughts of a random woman. I appreciate anyone who takes the time out of their day to read the ramblings of my mind. Now go out and LIVE!
XOXO
Thanks for reading
#v.e. schwab#love#blog#family#sadness in the mundane#my thoughts#thinking#meaning#books#the invisible life of addie larue#adam silvera#they both die at the end#the bronx#bronx#south bronx#24-hours#questions#time#summer#summer break#fall#autum#weather#children#passage of time#celebrate#adulting#celebrate ourselves#fear#death
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hey, if its not too hard, could you do a camilo x jewish reader? ive never seen it before and i think it would be interesting
if you do actually write this and need any information about judism, just dm me and ill help! <33
XV| Cuentos de Camilo
(Camilo Short Stories)
Title: No differences
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Camilo x GN!Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: The L/N family was new in town, and ofcourse the Family Madrigal invited them over for a dinner. Later on, they found out how your family have different religion unlike everyone in town. Ofcourse, they accepted you wholeheartedly but you can't help but to doubt yourself for other people. Luckily, Camilo change your belief.
He/him pronouns for Camilo
They/them pronouns for Reader
Note: Sorry for the delay!! This is a really unique plot story and interesting, I am not jewish but I am thankful that you helped me and I learned so much facts about Judism. I hope I didn't really messed this up, anyways thank you for patiently waiting and Enjoy. Hope you like it<3
It was night when you arrived in your new hoe in the town, Encanto. You can see that the town is a pretty place and you felt relief about it. As you have finished unpacking your things, you asked permission to your mother to go out for some fresh air.
"Mom, can I go outside?" You asked as she patted your head and nodded.
"Ohh do you want me to go with you? You might get lost" Your brother, David teased you as you slapped his chest, glaring.
"I am not a kid anymore, so stop it" You whined as he chuckled at you and messed your hair.
You stick out your tongue at him and went outside, feeling the breeze of the cold air hit your face. You sighed happily feeling comfortable at the moment, not until you heard rustling in the bushes.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" You said getting scared at the moment, you back away slowly when you saw a shadow in between the woods.
'I'm screwed..'
You were about to run but you were frozen at your spot, coz as soon as the person stepped out of the shadows. You saw yourself?
"WHO ARE YOU?! I mean you're me but..oh gosh did I ate too much latkes (potato pancakes)"
The next thing the person did was shapeshifted back to another person, a boy perhaps. To say, you were astonished, you didn't know what to do or say.
"Lo siento, I was just getting some fresh air too. But then I saw you, and shapeshifted uncontrollably since I thought you were some bad person" He said scratching the back of his head.
"What..How?" You asked getting confused with his words earlier.
"Oh, you must be one of the new family who moved in our town. Sorry for the impression but I'm Camilo Madrigal." He said taking your hand and respecftully kissed it.
"Uhmm, I'm Y/N L/N" You said trying to flashed him a smile as you stared at his features.
His curly hair that is being blown by the wind breeze. Those smile that so sincere, and the pretty freckles that is still visible even in the night. And thos eyes that shines brighter than the moon and stars combine. Just staring at him, made you flustered infront of him.
"Sorry if I freaked you out. And yeah, you see my family have powers, I have the gift of shapeshifting. So thats why you had seen me in your form earlier" He said as he chuckled.
"Y/N!!" A voice echoed that interrupted you two, realizing it was your Dad who called you.
"That's my Dad, I have to go" You said as he smiled at you and waved.
"I hope to see you tomorrow, mi cielo" He said as you smiled at him and went back home.
'mi cielo, whats that?'
You groaned at the thought, as you went to sleep still pre-occupied on what it means.
It was early in the morning when you woke up, you fixed your bed and face as you went down and ate some breakfast your mother made.
As you went to outside, you saw how the townsfolk were so helpful with each other and also busy. You dragged your feet into the tree next to your house and sat down underneath its shade.
You opened your book and silently reading it, not until you heard a familiar voice at the back of you.
"Woah, watcha reading there cutie?" You turned around as you saw Camilo leaning into the tree, while having his arms crossed. As he tries to steal a glance at your book.
You were still shy, because you aren't that type of person that talks a lot and Camilo was just the opposite of you. But surprisingly, you felt comfortable around him. Aside from the fact that he is the only person you know in this village.
"Nah, just my favorite book. A story about love" You shrugged as you continue to read your book, noticing Camilo shifted beside you taking a seat on the ground.
"How...do you understand the words?" He said looking confusedly at your book, as you chuckled at how cute he tries to pronounce the words.
"Its written in Hebrew, Camilo"
"Oh really? Wow thats cool. Wait so..?" Camilo stop for a moment and think about what words he should say next.
"I'm Jewish, you probably don't want to be friends with me now since we both have different religions" You sighed as you close your book and look at him.
"What?! Are you crazy?? Screw that religion bounderies, it doesn't matter. What makes you think that?" He said putting a hand on your shoulder.
"Our previous place wasn't really the type you would call home, I have no friends since they think I am not one of them because my family have different religion and culture not the same as theirs" You said looking down.
"Well, its their loss they didn't befriended you. I just met you but you seem to be a nice person. And I just want you to know that we are all equal, same religion or not. Everyone deserves to be love, and dont worry Encanto will be your forever home" He said and held your chin up and tried squishing your cheeks for your lips to form a smile, you chuckled at his actions.
"Sorry, I'm probably overthinking it"
"And that doesn't suit you, okay? Now tell me more about your religion, ahh im so excited!" He said and snap his fingers due to amazement.
"Alright, what do you want to learn about?"
"Ohh teach me a word or a phrase!"
"Okay, Hebrew language is written from right to left. This one is pronounced ahni zeekeet- אני זקית (I'm a chameleon)"
"Wow thats cool. What does that mean?"
"Uhmm, it means I'm so awesome" You said holding back a laugh, as he tries to pronounce it correctly.
"Ahn—ahni zeekeet! Wait, why are you laughing?! Is there a different meaning?" He said getting dramatic as you playfully rolled your eyes, still having a smile on your lips.
"Nope, that's really the truth"
"Fine, tell me more!"
"Tomorrow is Saturday, right? So we have this thing called "shabbat" that occurs every saturday. Basically on that day, we aren’t allowed to over exert ourselves, or basically do anything like writing/drawing, turning on lights, using an oven/microwave and other stuffs" You said as his smile turned upside down.
"That's cool but you really do that?" He said as you nodded at him. "Well I guess I'll just ask you out on another day to hangout"
"Oh so you have plans...for us?" You said feeling butterflies on your stomach, knowing he wants to hangout with you.
"Ofcourse, I want to know you more" He said as he put a hand on his nape, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, we can go have lunch together. Its actually fine" You said as his mood lightened up and enclosed you with a hug, which shocked you.
"YES! That'll be great!!"
You were about to say something, when someone caught your eye.
"Woah, did she just push a house?" You said as Camilo looked at where you're looking and chuckled.
"Yep, that's Luisa, she is my cousin and has super strength"
"All of your family have powers??"
"Sí, we were given a miracle. Okay so I'll start with Abuela—"
He continued talking and sharing you about his family and to say, you were fascinated. You talked for hours, sharing laughs and smiles as you both got comfortable with each other's presence.
"Oh shoot, I still have chores. Mamí's gonna kill me. Bye Y/N!!" He said standing up and waved goodbye to you. As soon as he was out of your sight, your sister, Dianne, looked at you with a teasing smile.
"I see, already made a 'friend' huh?" she said emphasizing the word friend. You stood up and dust the dirt off of your clothes.
"And so?" You said sticking out your tongue at her.
"Just saying. Anyways, Mom said we're gonna have dinner with the Madrigals. The family that has amazing powers and is leading the town" She said getting excited, as you just smiled subtly knowing you're gonna meet Camilo and his family later.
You are now close to Casita, as you saw its windows moves and the door opened. Revealing Camilo who had a big smile plastered on his face, you can tell that he was excited.
"Hola, Familia L/N. It was nice meeting you!" He said as soon as you got closer to their door. He shapeshifted into your parents when he greeted them.
But as soon as he saw you, he suddenly hugged you. Which caused your sister and brother to look at the both of you confused and with a slight tease.
"Finally, you're here!!" He said as he let go of the hug and look at your two siblings. "Hola, I'm Camilo Madrigal"
"Oh right, Camilo this is my brother, David and sister, Dianne" You said as Camilo both shake their hands as a welcome. Camilo then guided you to enter their house, as the other Madrigals greeted you too.
"You know, when Abuela said that she invited you for dinner. I was so excited for no reason" He whispered getting so smiley as you chuckled at him.
"Hi, I'm Mirabel. Camilo was panicking in the kitchen earlier helping my Mamá with foods."
"Woah, hey that didn't happen!!" Camilo defended himself, as him and Mirabel playfully wrestled each other as you laughed at them.
"Ugh, they're being silly again. Anyways, hi I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister. Although you know me already I think a personal introduction would be much better" She said hugging you which you returned the hug also, smiling.
"Camilo has been talking about you a lot" She said whispering, so its only you two could hear.
"Really? but we just met.." You said laughing slightly.
"I know but I guess he was really fascinated by you, hm!" She said as she went to the two and separate them from each other pushing them into the dinner table.
"Let's go. My Tía made many foods!" Antonio held your wrist, and dragged you to the table. You chuckled at him as you noticed everyone was already sitting.
You both sat beside Camilo, as your parents are sitting close to Abuela. And David was beside Isabela, Dianne was sitting across you. As you noticed that in your right was Pepa, Camilo's mother.
"We are delightful to have the L/N's for dinner!" Abuela stand up and raised a toast, as everyone also did. "—Salud!" The Madrigals said as your family just smiled since ofcourse you barely know spanish.
The dinner went on, as your parents constantly were talking to Abuela. Your siblings also got comfortable talking to others.
"You got to try these arepas! They are delicious" Camilo said putting arepas on your plate.
"Camilo don't put so many, I'm sorry mija/mijo. He just gets so excited when it comes to arepas" His father, Félix said as he scolded his son. You looked at Camilo's plate noticing a stack of arepas which you chuckled at.
"Yes, I can really see that clearly" You said eyeing his plate, teasing him. You took a bite of the arepa, and you looked at Camilo who is now having a knowing look.
Now you know, why he was obsessed with arepas.
"See? I told you they were so amazing" He said as you both continued eating arepas sharing talks with each other.
"So you're saying that you have 8 days of Christmas?"
"Not exactly called our christmas but it just happens to fall into those days, its my favorite holiday actuallh, hannukkah. But unlike you, we don't have the tree. And we eat latkes which are potato pancakes and sufganiot, which is the best also. Its like a donut, but has no hole but still comes in different filling"
"Woah, your cultures are really awesome" He said, you were about to say something when you noticed Pepa offered you a flavored drink
"Mija/mijo do you want some?"
"Oh sure, Señora." You said smiling as Camilo taught you some common Spanish words. Pepa poured you a drink, as she passed it to the others.
"Camilo told me that you were Jewish, is that right?" She smiled as you shyly nodded at her.
"I hope you'll feel comfortable at this town. You and your family aren't different, you just have your own religion and culture. But that doesn't make you not part of this town. Okay?" She said and caress your cheeks. You felt your heart warmed at her words and smiled sweetly.
"Thank you so much, Señora"
"Just call me Tía or Mamá. Whatever is comfortable to you since I see that you already got close to my son." She said as a cloud appeared in her head, attempting to create rain.
"Mamí, why do you have a cloud??" Camilo said trying to shoo away the cloud, luckily he did just on time before the rain drops.
"Ahh lo siento, I was just overwhelmed that you know. I guess you have already found your alma gemela" She said smiling as you sit right there confused at the words. As you saw Camilo getting flustered.
"Mamí, please let me live" He groaned as Pepa just gave you a smile and turned to talk to your mother.
"What does...alma gemela means?" You asked Camilo which he quickly denies the meaning of the word.
"Nothing, its just you know they like to tease so yeah..." He said stuffing his mouth with arepas, as you looked at him suspiciously.
It was sure a great night between the L/N and Madrigals.
It has been how many months, you stayed in Encanto. The people were so friendly and you gained other friends too. Ofcourse, your relationship with the Madrigals just gotten stronger and closer, since you and Camilo would hangout often in Casita.
Camilo knows that he can't hide his feelings for you, forever. Well he tried to hide it within his parents but ofcourse you can't expect a secret to be safe with your sister being able to hear every single thing.
Pepa even created a rain when she found out, but it was happy tears that caused it. They are excited to have you as their in-law, and Camilo has nothing to be worried about.
"So you're fine with me dating Y/N???"
"Ofcourse, what makes you think that we aren't?" Felix said as he tries to get his wife's raincloud away.
"Well, they have different cultures and stuffs. Aren't you worried it might be difficult for the both of us to, make it happen?"
"Mijo, those things doesn't matter when you love each other. See, its like food and drinks. We eat the food but we drank those drinks, we associate them differently but when brought together they go along well." Pepa said as he caressed her son's cheeks.
"Why did you make food and drinks as an example?"
"Coz you're addicted to seconds—" She said and messed his hair. "—Whatever makes you happy, Milo. We are here to support you"
Camilo both hugged his parents, not until Felix and him noticed they both got soaked wet because of the rain that started dripping on Pepa's clouds. But Camilo didn't bother as he continued hugging them, thankful for having such wonderful parents.
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Camilo knocked through the L/N's door, noticing it was your father who opened it.
"Camilo, its so nice to see you" Your father said letting him inside.
"Is Y/N here?" He asked as your father just shook his head as he offered him a seat which he thanked him. "—Ah thats great!"
"Aren't you gonna hangout with them?" Your mother joined the conversation, and welcomed Camilo.
"Oh yes, I am but I just need to talk to all of you first." He said getting nervous at the moment, as your parents listened to him.
"Well, I want to ask for your permission..." He said taking a gulp from his own saliva, getting his hands sweaty.
"Sure, permission about what?" Your father raised his eyebrows at him, which didn't help Camilo's heart to calm down.
"I...would like to have...your consent to date your child" He said shutting his eyes closed, scared to see your parents' reaction.
But the next he knew, he was being lifted up as your father went up to him and hugged him, as well as your mother. Your father patted his back, as a sign of being proud.
"Omg, ofcourse. I mean the looks and closeness you two have for the past months was obvious" Your mother said gently caressing Camilo's head and kissed it. "—I know you will take care of them"
"I love how you asked for our consent first before dating our youngest child. You have my respect and trust, kid" Your father said which made Camilo smile and brush off the nervousness he had.
"Woah, whats going on?" You said as you opened the door. Noticing Camilo being all smiley together with your parents.
"Have fun you two!!" You heard your father said as Camilo dragged you outside as you both waved at your parents.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the most beautiful spot here in town, lets go!!"
"Camilo this view is beautiful!!" You were in awwe at the beautiful river infront of you as butterflies can be seen flying near you both.
"My view is more beautiful"
"We both are looking at the same river, what else can be more—" As you turned around, Camilo was staring at you. Realizing that you are the view he was talking about, which made you flustered.
"I have something to tell you" He said taking a step closer and held both your hands. You looked at him waiting for him to talk.
"I like you...I don't know how I realize, maybe the first time we met which was not that pleasing but I knew there was something in you that made me want to be close with you. As months goes by, my feelings grow so much. Maybe because you're unique, you're eyes that I get lost to, you're smile that makes my heart melt. Idk its just that I like you. I know you probably don't like me and I understand but I hope—"
"I already heard that you like me, and its enough" You said smiling at him "—I like you too, Camilo"
"Really??? Omg wait I need to process" He said panicking happily, which you chukled at him.
"But you think we can get along and make it happen. I mean we both have different—" You were cutted off by Camilo kissing your cheeks.
"As long as we're happy and inlove, we can make it happen" He said leaning his forehead into yours, as you smiled at him.
#camilo encanto#camilo madrigal#disney encanto#shapeshiftermadrigal#camilo supremacy#encanto camilo#camilo madrigal x reader#camilo x reader#fanfic#oneshots#mirabel madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#la familia madrigal
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child reader (Pt.4)
tommy x child!reader || whys he here??
someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)
pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5
masterlist
this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon
This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.
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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno.
(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.
On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.
“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room.
They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.”
(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.
“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”
Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.
On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed.
The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.
“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action.
“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.
They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.
Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”
Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.
Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly.
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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.
He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!"
Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more.
"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time.
Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?"
Ah shit he's onto us
Kill him
Haha he looks funny
Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try."
Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid.
"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?”
“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.
“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid.
Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”
Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food.
When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy.
“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.
The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.
The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house.
Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.
Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.
#tommyinnit x child reader#tommyinnit x reader#mcyt x reader#tommyinnit#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit x y/n#technoblade#technoblade x reader#dreamsmp x reader#x reader#child reader
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hello! u probably know who i am, may i get some yugi amane found family big brother hcs? thx <3
(platonic) amane yugi and gn!reader
a/n: hehe, hello hello!! Of course you can <33 so sorry for the time this took tho, and thanks so much for requesting!!!
Aaah, writing this and trying to make points with Tsukasa- it just reminds me how confusing Tsukasa currently is in the manga <//3 I cannot get a grasp on his characterrrrrr /lh
warnings:
word count: 836
Honestly? Amane is an amazing big brother figure-
His real younger sibling is, well… hm- there’s no real way to put Tsukasa. However, Amane has always seen you as the “angel sibling” and Tsukasa is more of the “devil sibling.” Not to say he exactly found Tsukasa demonic, but… well, it’s also not to say that the things Tsukasa did were normal. He couldn’t deny that he loved and cared for Tsukasa, just… Tsukasa was strange.
You however? Let’s see! You never disappeared, never sacrificed your family’s animals, and you never seemed to drive Amane’s family apart. No, honestly, you were more like… a glue, keeping Amane’s life together. A real younger sibling, who acted like a normal younger sibling would. It was like playing house, he thought!
When he was younger, Amane was much more… like a mother? Or maybe just a bit bossier? He’d scold you lightheartedly, try to teach you things, and always made sure that (when you were with him) you kept up. For example, when walking places he’d constantly glance back, making sure that you were still with him. Grabbing onto your hand, much like he did Tsukasa’s.
As a kid, not getting to see you was the worst part of getting sick. Sure, he was frustrated with a mix of Tsukasa being weird and being… helpless, even less helpless than a child already was. Those days were like Amane’s world was falling apart.
Yet, as he grew older, many things changed. He wasn’t quite as “tough” on you, and most likely wouldn’t grab your hand as much- still, he treated you just as if you were related to him. In his mind, you practically were. Even as every little thing in Amane’s life changed, you were a constant.
Amane honestly enjoyed the more “trivial” things when spending time with you- helping each other with homework, eating dinner, talking about your days, and sharing interests. Amane would let you rant about things that happened at your home, about a book you read, or about something cool you saw. In return, you let Amane rant about the happenings of his day, something new he learned, or about outer space.
Heck, Amane even enjoyed the little disputes the two of you had. It was nothing like how he felt when he was frustrated with Tsukasa- no, being upset with Tsukasa was more like desperation. Being upset with you… it wasn’t really being upset. Maybe he’d feel a bit annoyed, but at the same time, it was like an annoyance he could laugh at easily. Your arguments were dumb and lighthearted, and Amane felt as though it was how sibling arguments should have been.
Of course, as any big brother would, you should be prepared for some lighthearted teasing. Alongside those tiny arguments, you wouldn’t be free from the picking on- the poking, ruffling of your hair, tongues sticking out, and Amane teasing you for making a 99 instead of an 100 on a report card. In return, you can feel free to be a younger sibling- return the favor, tease Amane for his height, point at his messy hair and make comments on how he should properly keep it. The both of you know it’s all lighthearted, which only makes it more welcome.
When you’re sad, Amane is sad. When you’re happy, Amane is happy. When you’re mad, Amane is mad. Truly, without failing, he reciprocates your feelings. Tell him why you’re sad- cry to him, spill your every little thought. Amane will listen, carefully considering every word, and putting his comfort as carefully and well-thought as he possible could.
Tell Amane why you’re happy! Ramble about the cute animal you saw, or the flower a friend gave you- he’ll be just as excited. His eyes lighting up as you tell your story, laughing every so often and rhetorically saying things like “really?” or “you don’t mean it!”
You’re mad? Tell him about it. Did someone make you mad? If you wanted him to confront them, he would- he may not have had a real chance at things, but he’d still want to let them know that he was upset. Was it something he couldn’t help? That’s fine, he still wants to hear. He’ll get mad with you, and eventually try to offer a solution.
That may be one of the best things about a brotherly Amane- he lets you rant, and feels your emotions alongside you. It’s like a breath of fresh air- there’s never a “you’re talking too much,” or “get over it.” No, t’s always, “go ahead,” and “I understand what you mean, (Y/N).”
Overall, there’s no replacing big brother Amane. He’ll make you feel welcome, just as you make him feel. Just as you’re his precious younger sibling, he’s glad to be your precious older brother. Even when the both of you are at your worst, he’s a constant- constantly there, practically waiting for you to approach him with the story of your day fresh on your mind.
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Jealousy
Will Graham x reader, slight Hannibal Lecter x reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: talks of murder, corpses, crime scenes
Author’s Note: besties you need to stop giving me freedom to chose the endings because i am SO biased. I hope you all enjoy regardless and didn’t mind that I bunched these two requests together because they’re so similar!
Requested: by anon, Hey i don’t know if you’re still taking Hannibal requests but if you are can you do something where both Will and Hannibal have a crush on the reader? The reader would be the only one who doesn’t know about the two men having a crush on her and one day the reader hangs out alone with one of them (could be Will or Hannibal) and the other gets jealous? It could end in the reader choosing one of them. (your choice)
Requested: by anon, AHHH i’m so nervous to write a request even tho this a anon😅 I never done a request but if you could do something where both Hannibal and Will take an interest in the reader? It could just be a thing where both of them try to impress the reader who remains oblivious to their affections. And during the entire thing they get jealous of each other and try to one up each other in gifts. If you want you could end it with them being polyamorous or the reader choosing one of them, i don’t really care my main focus id just the jealousy lol😅
Summary: the requests!
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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You nodded gently, putting your fingernail between your teeth. You circled the corpse, giving it a careful eye as Beverly spoke over your thoughts.
“We believe it was murder, obviously,” she said.
“It’s just been a bitch trying to figure out how she was murdered,” Zeller commented. He was sitting on one of the stools, his hands resting on his thighs.
“Keep working on it,” Jack said, hand resting on the cold metal table.
“I think we should try and talk to the mom again. I feel like she knows more than she’s letting on,” you muttered. Will and Hannibal watched you as you moved to the head of the body, looking directly down at it.
“I want to go to the crime scene again,” Will said. You looked up and met his eyes, nodding a bit. You knew the toll that it took on him so you preferred him to offer up his abilities, rather than ask him.
“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Hannibal asked. Yours and Will’s eyes floated to Hannibal who was standing at the corner of the room. This wasn’t his crime, he wasn’t sure what Will would find.
“I’m sure,” Will said sturtly and then turned around, walking out of the room. Hannibal watched as your gaze followed Will until he was out of sight and then you turned back to the corpse.
“I’ll drive you to the mothers house,” Hannibal suggested. You nodded and took your hands off the metal, walking over to him.
“Thank you.”
The two of you left quickly after that, leaving Bev, Zeller, Price and Jack in the room alone. Beverly pretended to check something on her clipboard before looking up at everyone.
“You all felt that tension too, right?” Overlapped responses came.
“Yeah.”
“Yes.”
“When did that happen?”
Beverly shrugged and learned against the wall. She tried to follow you and Hannibal as you left the morgue but you were already long gone.
“Who do you think she’s gonna pick?” Bev asked.
“I say let the best man win!” Price commented.
“We have a case here lady and gentlemen,” Jack said, pretending he too wasn’t invested. Everyone else shared one more look and then turned around, getting back to their duties.
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Hannibal sat promptly in his chair, legs crossed and looking at Will who sat across from him. Will had an open stance as he looked around the room he had been in a couple of times before.
“How was your week? Let’s start there,” Hannibal said gently, prompting Will to start talking. Will was usually filled to the brim with sarcastic comments but he never wanted to delve any deeper than that. Unless he was talking about other people's murders.
“Um, it was fine,” he said, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/N came over last night and made dinner. It was nice to have someone over.” Hannibal was able to mask his feelings very well but Will caught a little bit of disdain.
“That’s nice. Do you see her often?”
“Sometimes. She’s nice and likes to see the dogs.” Hannibal saw you yesterday as well, when the two of you went to interview the mother again. Hannibal offered a nice face to the woman and it ended up getting you somewhere with her.
“She is very kind,” Hannibal commented.
“Do you see her often Dr. Lecter?” Will asked.
“On occasion. She comes over for dinner. She used to be a patient but she’s been doing well.”
“Glad to hear you have some success stories.”
That was the day that Will and Hannibal realized they were competing and they hadn’t known it. They weren’t even sure that you knew it but they understood that the other had feelings for you.
Sure, ultimately it was up to you in the end but it was then they decided they would have to get to you first. Will was a little unhinged and confused. Hannibal was a little insane and unsettling.
Just depended on who was going to be able to play the right cards.
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You sat beside Hanniabl at his dinner table. You had a few of the case papers out in front of you, next to your plate of food. Hannibal was flipping through them as well. He was trying to help you out while also getting you to enjoy a nice meal.
You ate the last bite of the food and showed Hannibal one of the pictures.
“Do you think this looks like she’s been dead for a couple of months? I know water can wash away evidence and stuff but it definitely doesn’t look like she’s been dead for months,” you said. Hannibal took the picture from you and looked it over.
“I can’t say I disagree with you.” You took the picture back.
“This is really good by the way. Thank you for letting me intrude on your dinner,” you said laughing a bit. He shook his head.
“Of course. I’m glad you enjoy it, I know it can be an acquired taste.”
“I really enjoy everything you make. How do you say it? It’s growing my pallet,” you said smiling. He nodded pleasantly. It was always nice to make sure people were listening. You looked like you were about to say something else when your phone dinged. At first you ignored it but then it dinged again. “I’m sorry,” you muttered and then picked up the phone. You read a couple of messages and laughter bubbled from your mouth. Hannibal immediately felt a stab of jealousy but it didn’t show on his face. “Sorry, Will just sent me something about the case. I actually have to go see him later tonight, I should probably get out of your hair.”
Hannibal shook his head.
“You’re always welcome here, I hope you know that.” You smiled and nodded but still put the papers together in a neat stack.
“Don’t say that, I’ll abuse my privileges.” You stood up and put the stack of papers in your arms. “Thank you again Hannibal. I’ll call you?” He nodded, standing up as well and taking your plate.
“Of course. Have a nice night and say hello to Will for me.” You nodded and waved as you turned to leave.
Hannibal turned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. He started to wash them and after a moment he found he had been washing his hands dry.
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“You really didn’t have to drive me. I can drive myself,” Will said from the passenger seat of your car. You waved him off, shaking your head.
“Please Will, I can drive you around all I want. Plus, I wanted to see Hannibal anyway. Don’t worry I won’t intrude on your session. I brought a book.” You held your book up in front of him and he nodded slightly.
Why did you wanna see Hannibal? He decided not to ask.
You got out of the car and followed Will inside to Hannibal’s office. Hannibal opened the door, as though he had been listening and waiting for your arrival. His smile grew at the sight of you.
“I was hoping to run into you. I boxed some leftovers from last night because you enjoyed them so much,” Hannibal explained.
“You went over to Hannibals’ last night?” Will asked. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so accusatory but it did. You shrugged.
“I went for dinner and he helped me with some case notes.” You remained completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He handed you a box that he grabbed from his desk and you nodded happily. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this,” you joked. You turned to Will. “Have a nice session boys, I’ll be in the car.”
They both nodded and waved goodbye to you as you left the room. The tension did not leave with you.
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The morgue did not smell any better the next time you were in it. You were alone with just Bev this time as you compared notes on the cause of death. She and the guys were still in the process of figuring it out but it had been a busy couple of days.
“Yeah that’s kind of what Price was saying. I don’t know, I’ll look into it more and get back to you,” she said as you showed her some notes. You nodded and put your notepad back in your bag.
“Alright, keep me posted.” You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit. You and Beverly were pretty good friends outside of work as well so she had been dying to ask you about Hannibal and Will.
“So...how’s it going with Hannibal and Will?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. You gave her a confused look.
“Huh?” She scoffed.
“You’re kidding right?” You gave her a look and she laughed dryly. “You seriously don’t know? Those guys are head over heels for you. Come on, you had to have noticed how jealous they get when you talk to them. It literally fills the room with tension,” she explained. You shook your head slowly. It took you a moment but the realization hit you. You had to sit back down.
“Oh my God, I’ve been so head first in this case I didn’t even notice,” you said, laughing a bit.
“Well! Who’s gonna take the cake? Come on, we’re running bets here in the morgue.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Who did you bet on?” She gave you a look. “Come on!”
“Will,” she fessed up. You stood up.
“Go get your money Katz.” A prideful look went over her face and she nodded.
“Alright then. You better go get your man.”
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You knocked on Will’s door that night. You teetered back and forth on the porch, wondering if Beverly had been wrong. She could have read the signs wrong. Heck, you read the signs wrong at first. You were about to walk off the porch when Will opened the door, rubbing his eyes.
“Hi,” he said, blinking quickly.
“Oh my gosh did I wake you? I’m sorry, I am running on case time,” you said, suddenly feeling very apologetic. He shook his head.
“No, don’t worry about it. Do you need something?” You doubted yourself again but figured that if you were going to do it you had to do it now.
“I just...Beverly said something and I...do you wanna go to dinner? Like together? Like as a couple?” You were trying to get the words out so they didn’t sound awkward. Will rubbed his eyes some more and then his hand dropped. He smirked a bit.
“Yeah. I would really like that.”
“Okay! Okay. Good, good. I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow once you get some rest,” you said. He nodded happily.
“I look forward to it.”
“Me too.”
You turned around and he shut the door and a wall away from each other. You were both smiling wildly. Will almost called Hannibal and bragged but he went to sleep. He would find out eventually.
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Things about Tower of Nero that I want to highlight to remember them forever:
Lu being an absolute badass woman, I just love her too much
Piper McClean being canon wlw, she was actually kissing another girl, we really fell in love in october
Chaos being canonically female (just chaos being mentioned as a deity rather than what's below tartarus)
nobody DIED, like no one on the good side at least?? yes plenty of beings have died throughout TOA, but nobody died in TON?? so many died in TLO and BOO, I expected to mourn someone and I didn't have too??! it made me so happy
solangelo. that's it. solangelo makes me happy.
will being incredibly supportive of nico, and instead of stopping him, going with him on dangerous adventures because he doesn't want to leave him alone. also them treating Nico's PTSD for what it is
WILL SOLACE CANONICALLY GLOWS IN THE DARK. HE'S A GLOWSTICK BABY.
also will just appearing at the gates of the throne room, glowing in rage because someone touched his boyfriend (and tried to kill his dad), and him just marching through everyone (everyone else letting him), just to pick up his hurt precious boyfriend and take care of him.
meg McCaffrey got her happy ending. she's baby, she deserves her family and her happy ending. also Lu being the mother and the 12 children being siblings?? that's one hell of a way to tell nero to fuck off and right his mistakes. we love meg.
dionysus being the best olympian after apollo. the duo content we needed, and now will never get
nico mentioning bob and how he wants to go look for him, because he can still be in tartarus
rachel still being a Total badass and hitting people in the eye with her blue hairbrush thus being iconic
meg acting as lester's anchor and only reason why he didn't let go of the ledge, not falling into chaos, is top tier 'reasons why I cried reading', because if you think about it, Meg is the first ever friend apollo ever had, and them being best friends is everything to me
also apollo choosing to go looking as lester rather than apollo because lester feels like home is on top tier 'reasons why I cried reading' too
again, the only thing apollo did in the end (once he was god again) that could be described as 'godly' was be in several places at once, fly his chariot, and get meg her unicorn
but apollo shooting fucking fire out of his hands is crazy asf, it was so cool. he really got amazing godly powers this book.
rick being bold enough to showcase abusive parenting knowing that a huge porcentage of his readers are minors, helping many realize that they could be in abusive households, and giving them a tool to reach out for help
apollo defeating nero was so satisfactory, because you realize in the end, that nero wasn't really a monster, he was monstrous, but still very much human (if only with some godly power), and pretty useless once he couldn't hide behind props and weapons, his being wasn't powerful, he was just under layers of protection
the jackson/blofis scene was so warm and loving, they really are willing to put their family in danger, baby estelle in danger, to help 'percy's friends' even tho she knew percy didn't like apollo, but she still takes in everyone who needs help, and paul being a loving and accepting husband
sally working on her SECOND novel, she really is having her best life
none of the big heroes from other series having protagonism, besides nico and will, instead giving the other kids from camp halfblood their chance to show they're just as worthy as the "heroes of olympus"
(still I would have loved to see a scene with everyone else, like the heroes of olympus guys, fighting together one last time, just for nostalgia's sake - I legit hoped to see percy and annabeth arriving with chiron in triumvirate tower, but yeah)
the arrow of dodona may have been a dumb, cringey, and slightly ridiculous thing at first, and I personally rolled my eyes everytime it said anything, but it knew what would happen from the start, and without its sacrifice, apollo would have achieved nothing. we stan one arrow
nico wearing a white cowboy hat. idky but it makes my heart swell with joy. he a gay cowboy
y'all know I love Apollo's arch, and I just gotta point this out. his trials, his time as lester, started with him falling to earth, and ended with him getting up after purposely throwing himself off the earth, towards tartarus, almost falling to chaos. that's really clever writing.
the olympians watching over him, and some actually being concerned for him rather than his progress.
poseidon not really giving a fuck about the world or council meetings anymore because percy's not there anymore
athena being the only one apart from artemis who trusted apollo could do it makes me warm fsr
lester deciding that the best way to retell his adventures is by singing is hilarious to me, he really thinks it'll solve everything
Grover not telling percy and annabeth jason died seems so funny to me, he really said "nah it doesn't matter much, field trip, yes"
"hey man" my heart broke in twenty million pieces. like I don't know where I expected to see jason. but that wasn't it. and it hurt me as much as it hurt apollo man.
(also I kinda hoped we would see nico summon his spirit or smth, but I'm actually happy nico realized that jason went by his own choice, and he was in peace, so he decided not to summon him, because it was alright. that hurt too)
kinda love how lester passes out after literally every battle. it reminds you that even tho he's apollo, his body isn't. I'm sure we all would pass out too if we did a quarter of what lester did in the span of 4 days. his body isn't made to endure that, it doesn't even have a halfblood endurance, it's a weak mortal body
the trogs were fucking hilarious. their screeches and grrs, idk there's something ridiculous and so childish about them, it's so fun
really happy that apollo never had a /real/ love interest (reyna doesn't count), cause that wasn't what his story was about. instead he got to make so many friends, and have quality time with them and his children, it's amazing
apollo being thankful people were telling him he'd grown, and was more human, because he realized that was the best thing he could have learned from his time as a mortal
also him saying fuck you man to zeus and his speech, like "no asshole dad, I did learn, I'm not going to see this as punishment, it was a great time in which bad things happened but I enjoyed it." yes, we love apollo not letting zeus win
getting to see what everyone will do now. nico and will figuring out rachel's prophecy, probs saving bob. rachel living her best life away from her parents. leo doing what leo does, always helping those who have no one else. the hunters' open storyline about this fox, possibly hinting at content? piper settling down in a quiet life is what she deserves tbh, she's earned quiet life with a cute gf, wish her the best. Frank and hazel being the best praetors, and I bet they will continue to be so. And annabeth and percy, who chose their happiness over all, at last
kinda wish we got to see someone still really miss jason after apollo becomes god again tho lmao like apollo missed jason more than the others, nico and piper being the exception. I mean, leo is fine and dandy, hazel and frank are okay, percy and annabeth are done mourning... I just we got to see any of them really mourning, rather than reading they mourned. it would have made it feel more emotional
the last conversation and the last words in general. "the sun always comes back" and "we're friends now. call on me. I'll be there for you" that shit got me sobbing my heart out. rick really managed to do right by the books and end it like he should have, unlike BOO. he took what made TLO good and used a similar formula. it's very different from "and for once I didn't look back", but it still fills you with warmth and the feeling that even though it's over, it's okay.
I'm just really emotional, this is all I can think about, but you bet I'm gonna add more when I remember
#ton#toa#tower of nero#the tower of nero#trials of apollo#pjo#hoo#ton spoilers#toa spoilers#riordanverse#pjoverse#lester papadopoulos#meg mccaffrey#will solace#nico di angelo#jason grace#rachel elizabeth dare#luguselwa#percy jackson#annabeth chase#piper mcclean#camp halfblood#percy jackson and the olympians
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Hey, you can ignore this if you want. But, just a thought, hybrid Izuku? Like maybe he has a kinda bad past too, just because I live for the angst beginning to fluffy end.
Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer! I wanted to switch it up and I mainly had to think a way to make Izu work as a hybrid, so I decided to make him be a bunny hybrid [ blame his cute hero costume, srsly ] I ended up writing the small amount of 3.7k words somehow— [ listen, i get emotionally involved, ok??? 😭 ] I genuinely hope you like it! 💕
[ Masterlist ]
Hybrid!AU Bunny!Midoriya Izuku
× you looked at the man sitting in the corner of the cell, both petrified staring at each other
× his bunny ears were lowered, his green eyes widened in your direction
× all you could do was to stand still, shocked and without being able to even mask it
× he looked awful to say at least
× meanwhile the reception guy that accompanied you for a tour of the shelter whispered in your direction; "This one is in really bad shape. Very traumatized, poor soul..." he clicked his tongue before continuing "He's been sent here from another shelter cities away, I don't know much about him and he won't talk."
× you could not look away even if you tried
× the reason why you decided to pass by the shelter was because you offered to help voluntarily in the weekends as you had some free time
× you did read and hear horror stories about the shelters and the hybrids thrown in them, how underfunded they were, how bad the conditions there were and how little help they had but—
× even if you came prepared for the worst you got surprised with the state some of the hybrids were in
× specially this one; his name was on a plaque by his prison like cell— Midoriya Izuku
× he had bruises, cuts, his hands looked specially beaten up and scarred, his behavior was erratic, nervous, just a disaster...
× something deep inside told you to smile and show him you're no threat, so you did
× you introduced yourself and nodded your head, really trying to keep a calm composture but your heart hurt seeing him like that
× much to your surprise, he nodded back, still uncertain but didn't move from his place, far back in the cell
× you've been gently pushed away to continue the tour and to establish your tasks, all while being thanked for your kindness; you didn't know why you felt like throwing up at the indifference in the man's voice...
× there weren't many hybrids in the shelter anyway, yet you've gotten your scheduled hours in which you'd help clean and cook and as you left for the day after some introduction to those tasks; your mind still lingered on Midoriya Izuku even through the night, as his terrified eyes stole the sleep from you that same night
× the following two days you began your volunteering hours and always kept an eye for the hybrid; he was skittish and asocial even at lunch and dinner times, did not talk to any other hybrid and specially not to any worker there
× he caught your eyes multiple times whenever you'd be in his general proximity, yet you'd see him scurrying away instantly, which made you feel unease; you weren't any threat, really, so maybe with time...
× it's when you brought your own cleaning supplies [ because there were little to none ] and decided to help clean their "rooms", so called by the staff, when you firstly got to talk to him
× you reached his cell and he was reading an old book, probably borrowed from the small library they had; he snapped his eyes up when he heard you approach
× "Hello, Midoriya" you'd say gently, heart in your throat, really scared you'd frighten him
× he just nodded and looked away, not before giving your cleaning supplies a long look, knowing what's to come
× with his permission, he let you go inside as you started preparing everything to swipe the floors, putting the broom in a corner as you leaned down to pick some other stuff; what you didn't notice was how the broom was gently falling, almost about to hit you on the head
× the green-haired hybrid was on your side instantly, catching it; it would've been a small tap on your head and most out of the situation would've been you looking ridiculous but you chuckled at the scene and thanked him wholeheartedly
× smol bean blushed so hard you almost dropped everything in your hands at the sight; "N-no problem—" he stuttered, his voice sweet and shy 🥺
× he stood there fidgeting with the book in his hands watching you move around until you heard an unsure "Can I help you?" 🥺🥺
× you told him sure, if he'd like to, mainly worried he really didn't want you in his "territory" but the man took it as an invitation and—
× it didn't stop at his cell? he helped you all day???? you cleaned around together but not without an awkward air around both; which ngl it's funny bc he's staring whenever you talk to everyone, clean, help, so on; big round eyes are always on you;;; IF YOU LOOK THO, oops— "what an interesting wall right there!" - Midoriya, probably.
× it's from then that you notice a switch; whenever you're at the canteen, he's there offering to help, looking just as skittish as always but a small blush always on his face
× whenever you'd be playing with the younger hybrids he'd watch in awe bc you treat them so well
× exactly when he actually starts talking to you more too! he's in the impromptu playground with you and the few little ones when he suddently drops your name in a stutter and says you're kind-hearted
× you almost drop dead in the spot bc his look, man; you haven't seen him so sure of something until now and it did something to you
× it's been a month and hybrids came and got adopted, yet your new friend wasn't really getting any attention; he really acted terrified and you of course questioned his behavior; you knew nothing of his past but seeing the way he acted it could've been just awful
× as you started to slowly engage in larger conversations with Izuku, it's at the canteen that this time you've been caught staring; at his hands in particular
× he was helping you cook, which he really didn't know how to do but tried nonetheless just because he really enjoyed being around you [ or so you assumed, hopeful ]
× when he realizes where you're looking at, you almost dreaded him retracting from the situation like he used to do but he just looks down at them too and sighs
× "I was at a fighting ring—" he said, pursing his lips "—but I'm a rabbit hybrid... a prey... they used me as a punching bag."
× your heart rips in two as you're speechless; even if you tried to be careful with your movements not to spook the man, you could not help yourself by putting your hand on his
× and that's how Midoriya Izuku died, end of HCs 💀
× just kidding; he almost fainted, face fully red as his ears perked up, staring at you with big eyes yet did not move an inch
× and even if his face would've been adorable in any other situation, his words remained imprinted in your mind as you squeezed his hand in yours
× "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Izuku" you whispered back at him; he just nodded and blabbered something before continuing with the task clumsily
× boy is broken for the rest of the day, that's what I'm implying
× bad news got to you when you found out you couldn't go to the shelter anymore to help; your hours got increased at work and your shift was all over the place and even if you really did talk with your boss, it was decided that for now you had to adapt
× dread filled your gut when you realized you couldn't see Izuku anymore and with that you noticed how fond you grew of him, that's why you loathed the next visit there
× but— you really wanted to see him more; getting to spend time with him and helping around was what got you through the week...
× you told him slowly that same Saturday and it visibly broke him
× he tears up and tries to mask it as best as he can, yet he nods understanding
× "Will— Will I ever see you again?" the soft tremble in his voice shook you to the core
× "Of course. Every day, if you'd like." you blurted;;;;; he blinks at you, tears stopping just to have his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with the movement. "Would you like to come home with me?" you say, idea just popping in your head and balling it;
× he cries harder then he nods
× everything about your volunteering ceasing for the time was already filled in, you guys just needed to fill some paperwork for him, grab his little to no belongings and get the hell out
× small gym-bag in hand, i sweat to god, this man is overwhelmed with being outside
× stays glued to your side all the time, specially on busy streets towards your home
× once you feel him grab on your shirt just for precaution and you melt?? but let him have it
× once you arrived, you see tension leave his body as he smells his surroundings; mf drops a "It smells like you here" through a smile before realizing what he said and getting all flustered 💀
× sooo you move past that as you can and show him around, a spare bedroom not long ago used by your old roommate offered to him
× you only see his surprisingly muscled back as he enters the room and drops the gym-bag on the floor
× he slowly turns around to look at your face and fat ass tears run down his cheeks, not being able to say a word even if he tried
× hands-down the scene almost gives you a panic attack; he then asks if it's all for him and you assure him that indeed it is when he cries harder...
× ok, that again shreds your heart but it wouldn't be the last time
× like for example the moment of utter disbelief he threw at you when you asked him what he wanted to eat that night and he didn't know how to respond because nobody, ever, asked him; you got that as a response after asking if you said something wrong
× or the following Monday, when you suggested you went to do some shopping for him in the morning, since there wouldn't be many people and it would be calmer
× the look of awe in his face, istg...
× from then on he opens up pretty nicely too; it's such a refreshing sight to see him tell you about how he learned to use the computer, TV, phone— the sparks in his eyes whenever he talks of something new he learned? imagine it and now you've gained 20 more years of lifespan, you're very welcome
× such a soft cutie, i swear 🥺 always asks things about you and gives you the same sparkly eyes when he learns more about you
× it does take him some time to come out if his shell though
× you fastly realize he's a nerd; oops, but it's true, and definitely isn't a bad thing! he just really likes to learn about everything and anything and I feel he genuinely likes to tell you about those new facts
× i hope you like them bc when he learned new cool stuff he made a note to tell you about them bc he thought you'd find them cool too and—
× is very tidy and helps around the house, but when it comes to being social he just freezes
× you ask him if he'd like to go for walks and you see him itching to go out for some fresh air, although the thought of other people...
× with time and small walks around the neighborhood, he overcomes the fear as long as you're by his side
× will definitely want to go back to the shelter to volunteer even if you can't, but the fear of walking there just overtakes him again since he'd have to do it alone
× mentions it though
× his expression is so uneasy bc he feels like a burden
× maybe you could work around your schedule to take him there and pick him up? he genuinely loved giving a hand at the shelter so if you do, Izu would be so thankful
× in a few weeks he'd gain the confidence to walk alone
× one 💕adorable💕 thing he does without even thinking is jumping around you, or just in place
× "Today little Miya got adopted!" he'd say, hopping slightly in place "I could tell they were good people too! They had good intentions... just like when I saw you for the first tim—"
× so he mumbles without thinking;; and sometimes blurts out cute stuff like that but when he realizes what he's saying he gets very shy 🤭
× he has this fluff smol tail but we don't talk about it;;; no, no, it's too much for us, I promise you it's the cutest fucking thing you've seen in your whole existence and it moves a little bit and we all die here???? he hides it though, pft
× so fluffy we gonna dieeeee
× he steals your blankets
× hear me out, omg! he does!! if you have small blankets you just throw over yourself to stay on the couch or anything, sometimes they'd dissappear only to be found in his room; he's very sneaky about it but cracks under [the zero] pressure you put on him, leading him to say "It's because whenever you're not around, I like to have something close to me that smells like yOu! it makes me feel sAfe—" his voice cracks "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO, I'LL STOP, I JUST—" he'd placate his hands instantly, apologizing
× tell him it's okay and now your hoodies are gone too lmfao
× he's a muscular guy too so consider buying really big ones just for him to wear;;; after you wore them;;;;;;
× says sorry a lot and that's a thing you have to work with a lot
× if he messes up something, he will apologize instantly; if you tell him to stop bc you don't mind he forgot to put the washing machine as he promised he will act like he's the worst
× as if he feared you'd get angry...
× i know it's a recurring topic but give him time
× whenever you both have free time and hang around the house, he'll be on the couch reading near you
× eyes you constantly and he's so obvious about it it's ridiculous; you can see him from the corner of your vision when he turns his head to check on you so through a smile you have to ask him if he needs anything
× what's fantastic is that he's getting over the point of being scared to speak out around you YET he stutters, blushing
× "N-no, nothing!" but he's observing your comfortable form with much interest
× "Wanna... cuddle with me?" [ 's not like you read about bunny hybrids and how they need skin contact which definitely didn't make you uwu and die in the spot bc that's so 🤧💕😭💘🥺 but you waited for him to show any signs that he'd want that; we're respectful like that, mhm ]
× his fluffy ear twitches
× shock, disbelief, blush
× it twitches again
× blushes harder then nods
× sksjdkdjd he's by your side instantly though with no idea of what to do
× good lord, he's so stiff; why don't you grab a blanket to throw it over both of you, hmm?
× he'd bury himself into it then into your arms and soon he'll find out being there is his favorite place in the galaxy
× since his mind drifted to galaxies, Izu then starts talking about constellations bc he's nervous
× so when you rub his back he melts into you with a happy sigh yet when your hand reaches his hair, almost about to touch the top of his head mindlessly as you hum at his words
× he flinches— then you stop to look down at him, catching him wide eyed staring into nothing
× you don't even know why you apologize; maybe his horrified face?
× but before you can form a full sentence he interrupts you
× "Don't apologize. It's not your fault—" he'd glue his eyes on you "I— I used to get bullied a lot back then... they'd pull my ears..."
× without any other explanation you take your hand away, placing it on his shoulders, mainly feeling out of place again; every time he speaks of his past, it just gets worse...
× "But! But I trust you, [Y/N]. I really do." and he leads your hand back to his head
× 🥺💕💕💕💕💕
× then, with convinced features, he drops his head on your chest and snuggles for some good seconds before it clicked to him
× now he's apologizing
× until you ruffle his hair and he just experiences bliss in real life
× massage his scalp and say goodbye to ever leaving his side, you're now in his firm grip until the end of time but who's complaining
× like he has no shame anymore, it feels that good
× he can hear your heartbeat, as fast as it is, and he snuggles further into you; it's his lullaby
× now let's get to business
× look: he's adorable, sweet, doting, cares about you and about hybrids, he's actively trying to get out of his shell, he's built but tender, couldn't hurt a fly;
× don't lie to yourself, you've got a big fat crush
× little did you know this guy right here liked you from the moment you introduced yourself to him, months prior
× the issue is Izuku is really insecure; after hearing his whole life that he's inferior to both humans and some hybrids, he started believing it
× and comments whenever you're outside with him do not help
× he has a spectacular hearing
× doesn't miss how people whisper about you two, even if you mind your own business doing whatever
× it's mostly older people, judgemental and disgusted with hybrids that call you a freak for having one, that call him an abomination
× he tries so hard to ignore them but his behavior changes back to his silent old self, yet this time he doesn't cower anymore although grips his pants until his scarred hands are white, not answering back to you if you talk
× you have to assume he's again uncomfortable outside so you suggest leaving, not sure how to behave
× he kinda snaps on your way back home when there's nobody around
× stops in the middle of the road, looking down, brow furrowed and trembling lips
× "Am I never going to be good enough for you?" he'd clench his teeth
× "Izu—, what...?"
× the determined glare he sends you stops you in your tracks
× "Because I want to be. I want to be better for you."
× 😳
× basically confesses in a dramatic way as he's overtaken with emotions then screeches bc oh no what if you don't feel the same so "I-It's okay if you don't feel the same! If you're uncomfortable I can move back to the shelter!! I'm so sorr—"
× smooch him pls????
× and share your feelings just to give him a stroke lmfao
× he'll take the initiative to grab your hand and walk home like that, the other on his face covering it
× peck his lips and he malfunctions every time
× but loves it
× be sure of this: after that night, he's so soft for you and won't hide it
× he's a creature of contact, meaning his fingers will linger on your form, he will seek your form, he will want to snuggle his face in your neck, he definitely will stare at your lips for too long bc he's still shy and embarrassed by his confession to make a move; smooch him pt. 2
× he's so— adorable; he finds himself in front of your bedroom door with your blanket in his arms and has an existential crisis
× you see his shadow at the small creak under the door and akfjaksj
× open the door and let him sleep with you ffs I'm having a stroke for him
× can he be the little spoon? or can you two hug face to face? it's just that 🥺 he feels safe with you like that, a feeling he's been always missing
× any time you're in his arms or vice-versa he breathes out as tension leaves his body; best place in the whole universe, no hesitation.
× he's a petty lil shit, let me tell you that, ok??
× someone flirts with you? lol k he's behind looking not intimidating at all but he's frowning, his ears are twitching and chest puffed
× takes your hand just to prove a point
× talking about his hands
× kiss them, caress them, anything
× he just... yes, pls, do that
× whenever you're not looking he's giving you the gentlest smile and even if you notice, his lips will curl even more before he throws a compliment at you
× pretty much likes your reactions bc he's always the one that's flustered the most between the two [ genuinely doesn't matter if you get flustered or not, he just tops that energy 100x more ]
× likes to know he has the same effect you have on him on a daily basis
× will try to find a job at something he's interested in and i definitely see him finding one at a library or something like that
× he enjoys the silence, completely different from his old loud and over the place life, and also loves books
× unrelated hc but i just imagined Izu whispering the words out loud whenever he reads without noticing it; his green eyes focused in the book, face concentrated and ears low to not get in his field of vision; want to make him happy? listen to him and when he finally notices you, tell him to go on~
× he's the embodiment of akfwpdkslfjjwj 💕
× honestly your life with him is peaceful
× the way he loves is gentle, really sweet and it all revolves about peace in your household
× he adores you to no end and thanks you for helping him improve himself
× and getting him out of a life without a goal or purpose
× gets out of his way to help you, always you and wants to prove he's good enough
× he already is and you better tell him
× give this baby all the love he deserves and you'll get just as much in return
× I'm soft for him oml 💘
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