#this questions really bring that animal instinct in me lol
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Lots of love for the Tweels today (possibly related to our latest drawing of them and Idia)! And some other asks :3
Anonymous asked:
why is wallace old there? < never watched scott pilgrim
We get to see his older version in one episode of the anime, and I just couldn’t ignore it. I had to draw him 😭
Anonymous asked:
have u every watched bungo stray dogs... i think u might like it
We watched like 2 seasons I think? It was ages ago, so I don’t remember anything. But we did like Akutagawa; we even have some old and ugly Akutagawa sketches somewhere in this blog…
Anonymous asked:
rip idia 😔
Yeah, that poor thing…
Anonymous asked:
jade and floyd give me extreme cuteness aggression 😭😭😭
I’m glad to hear that hehehe <3 Jade and Floyd themselves are such massive cuteness aggressors so they would relate lol
Anonymous asked:
NEED to inject mafioso fish into my bloodstream
Who doesn’t… a lot of people, probably, that sounds dangerous!
Anonymous asked:
you characterize (the tweels) a lot more sadistic than other people do (i like it!!!!)... im curious how you think they'd react to being petted on :)
Thank you so much! Yeah, we always loved giving characters a bit of a darker twist to their personalities, but honestly with the Tweels it’s way too natural and pretty much canon in a lot of ways lol We really really love this about them. When it comes to cruel, unfair, messed up and freaky scenarios, they’re the perfect fit. I’m glad you like it!
To answer your question, well these two are unpredictable, but in general I feel like they don’t like being touched. Or rather, they would prefer to be the ones who’s petting, because they’re annoying like that lol But who knows, sometimes they might even demand petting.
(did I understand your question right? If not, I apologise)
kitsunegdx asked:
Hi hello hi this may sound like a dumb question but what is the story behind the Friday the 13th image of Azul n Idia :3? I am obsessed with the composition and was curious if there was a story
Hi! <3 It’s not dumb at all.
I explained it in this reply! Long story short, there isn’t much of a story, but…
furubatsu asked:
In between sending that ask about the Trey Vignette and you answering, I managed to go back and find it. I play the US version of the game so IDK if it's different in the Japanese version. It's the R School Unifrom Vignette "Open your mouths".
It starts with Ace and Deuce (I can't believe Ace was part of this and I didn't remember. RIP I him guess) brushing their teeth before lights out, Ace is done but Deuce reminds him of some insane rule like "You gotta brush twice on tuesdays" or something and Ace laughs it off, not like Riddle will know except Trey is there and tells them he won't tell Riddle if they do it right and does the mouth inspection. Deuce just gives a confued "Um??" while Ace calls him out like "That is NOT in the rulebook", it causes Trey to realise he's letting his Weirdness(tm) show and he explains that his siblings are young enough that playfully making sure they brushed properly is normal and he just kinda did it on instinct. Though Trey does offer to "help" the boys brush their teeth after that, it then ends with Trey "accidentally" doing another oral inspection on the boys and this time the noises/reactions they have doe imply he did something to their mouths ("Awough?!" reads more like the noise of something being put in your moth than a simple "Um" at least) so....
Thanks for the recap and for bringing this whole thing up! We watched the vignette, and oh god…
The more I look at Trey, the more “a psycho pervert who learned how to pretend to be a normal human being” sounds like something that could describe him lol Some people (like Ace or Vil) keep sensing that there is something sus about him, some people (like Rook or Idia) know for the fact that there is something wrong about him, and some people just think that he is a swell fellow that’s always very supportive and caring and wouldn’t do anything weird (like Deuce and Riddle) and I absolutely love it lol
The fact that Trey just kept going “oops sorry it’s a habit”, like is this that much of an automatic thing to you??
Mister Clover, don’t put your fingers in their mouths… alright, you can keep it in Deuce’s.
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If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?
FASCINATING question thank you!! i am interpreting this as reliving a moment for the first time, experiencing something for the first time, and not going back in time to change a moment in the past
(hopefully that is the correct interpretation lol)
so one moment to relive... the first thing that comes to mind is the classic wish to forget one piece of media so you can experience it for the first time again, and since i'm deep in the animanga pit i'm defaulting to thinking about what series i would want to experience again like it was brand new
first instinct is hpmi but honestly i don't think that's true, i still love it every bit as much as i loved it on day one (more, in fact) so i don't think forgetting it all and starting anew would bring any greater enjoyment
so it comes down to... i would either want to relive my first time experiencing samurai flamenco or showa genroku rakugo shinju (descending stories)
for samumenco it's because i went in completely blind, binged the whole series in one sitting (yes both cours), and loved it. i had no idea what to expect so all the twists and turns were so fresh and exhilarating to me. i still love it on rewatches, but that experience of knowing nothing and just being taken for a ride was amazing
for descending stories it's just flat out the best anime i've ever seen, it moved me so deeply, it was perfect in its craft and its delivery, i cannot praise it highly enough. i can't even bring myself to rewatch it very often because it just completely destroys me. i don't think there's a "shock! factor" like there is in samumenco, like i think it's just as powerful of a series even if you go in knowing the whole story. but it was, in a word, life-changing and i wouldn't say no to experiencing that fresh again
(a third runner-up a series i might like to watch for the first time again is tatami galaxy, because i first watched it back before asnm was my favorite voice actor. i wasn't even deep into the voice actor pit at that point, and i distinctly remember thinking "WOW no idea who this guy is but he's really talented" lol. lmao even. oh how little i knew. so i kind of wonder how much more !!! i would have been if i'd watched it for the first time while already being an enormous asnm fan)
ok so now i've fully just bastardized the question to be "what anime would you want to experience for the first time again" lol clearly i have too much of a one track mind but. it is what it is
thank you for the ask! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
#asks#also dear asker i am trying to fire this question back at u#but cannot seem to find your askbox lol#SO if you (or anyone seeing this!!) would like to answer it as well#please do! consider it a tag game and i am tagging everyone!!
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I totally agree with your points about Primo and bees, because they do make a lot of sense and are more canonically accurate to him (although I personally have to confess i like the idea of him liking bees just because I like bees-)
I think however one point that could argue in favour of him at least having an interest in bees is the fact that he outright describes how bees dance, if I recall correctly. Literally no one just remembers while riding a motorbike in a life or death scenario which formation bees make when dancing, and also there's the fact that he knows bees dance. He's an android from a post apocalyptic world; just why does he knows about bees, specifically bees, of all things? Considering the state of that world, bees shouldn't exist.
Anyway, what's your take on why Primo just happens to know about bees? i mean one possibility is that he deliberately studied things to compare lester to
That's a good question! Definitely worth examining. Primo does indeed bring up this concept of bees dancing in the sub, and though he doesn't describe the specific formation, he does shares the fact about how they do it to indicate to each other where to find things (though irl it's pollen actually, not honey lol)
To me though, I think Primo having this knowledge is less out of a driven interest in bees themselves, and moreso an interest in what the bees represent to him. Primo is... a not a terribly subtle person, and he is Very Vocal about his interest (fixation, almost) in determinism and destiny. Bees are a social animal, just like humans, and to him the bees' dance is all but the beautiful instinct of a small and insignificant creature, an act they perform not out of free will but out of inevitability--just like the inevitability he believes befalls humanity in their eternal Synchro-driven self destruction.
imo with him knowing this bit of Bee Knowledge, he doesn't actually care about the bee part--he cares about the dancing. I really like his Duel Links taunt that ties into this, actually, I think it's a great little flicker of insight on this topic.
god LOOK at that fucked up toothy grin!!!! what you lookin crazy for!!!! he says it in such a gnarly mean snarly way too. And it's clear here he is Not talking about the "bees dancing to show each other where to find food" tidbit he shares in show, he could not care LESS about that part right now; he's comparing his opponent's implied struggling to the predetermined helpless act of an amusing little insect. Because that's the part he's most interested in. There's no way you can win this, destiny's already determined that. All you can do is repeat your own mistakes, Do the same dance over and over.
So why's he got this bee knowledge in the first place? Personally, I think it's probably something he's tripped over in his own pursuits of examining humanity's inevitabilities (and trying to figure out how to circumvent them and save the world) He's an android, it's not super farfetched to think that he could have just downloaded a swatch of topics related to potentially predetermined instincts of social animals into his synthetic brain, and then later gave pause to bees in particular while mid-working on the Diablo and having a Commanded By External Forces "swarm" of his own. Or, considering that. ah. well. Z-one is quick to compare those he deems insignificant to insects ( 8,) ), Primo might have picked that up as learned behavior and was already inclined to pick bees as his preferred metaphor for unimportant cogs in the destiny's great machine.
Hell, maybe even Z-one himself is the one who preprogrammed the knowledge of creatures great and small into Primo's robo-brain. 5D's is very nebulous about just how long the Emperors have been around, but I'm very firmly in the camp of "a long fucking time, and they have probably been through several time loops and alternate timelines and rebuildings," so i think there's been ample opportunity for Primo to make contact with that knowledge one way or another, not necessarily because he actively sought it out. The post apocalypse Iliaster crawled out of may have been devoid of much life at all, let alone bees, but these guys very literally have all the time in the world to become acquainted with past ecology. (also Z-one is a NERD!!!! i KNOW he would have been preserving knowledge of things like animals. something something the repressed unspoken hope that things will get better, etc. etc.)
anyway, tl;dr I think Primo's more interested in what bees and their little dance symbolize in the grand scheme of what Iliaster is working towards than in the bugaboos themselves, and I think a combination of his active efforts building a particularly bee swarm-like robot army, his own personal belief system, and also the fact he's an android himself (with no doubt an inclination towards gathering data relevant to his God's command) just made him more inclined to pick up some Fun Bee Trivia and keep it fresh in his mind. 🐝
#and hey well if it gives him some more wonderfully maddening pests to compare lester to#well that's just a bonus now isn't it <3#placido#primo 5ds#asks#ygo posting#angel-of-sweet-revenge#dana's ygo bible study#apologies for 700 words of primo analysis. i like him a normal amount. HOPEFULLY. THIS IS COHERENT.#AND AGAIN THIS IS JUST MY HCS/MY READ ON THE CHARACTER IN-TEXT there's definitely other explanations you could posit#vis a vis where he got that knowledge from. and of course whatever hcs you could conjure. but this is my personal take!#i was sooo well behaved and good and didnt go into a 500 word tangent about primo's androidhood and his dynamic with zone and gods vs angel#and humans vs computers and machine. I THOUGHT ABOUT IT. BUT I DIDNT. yarns to weave another day#iliasterliker9000#yugioh 5ds#long post /
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Uuuuhh so the thought posts I've written suddenly exploded lmao, but I'm glad people like reading them. Thanks a bunch :D Here's some more, and although I've seen someone explain this point in length, I hope it'll be ok to put my own spin on it:
People say that Yami setting a criminal on fire is pretty high on the 'that's kinda fked up yoog' scale of shadow murder games, and let's be real, they aren't wrong. However, my nitpick for that view comes from the narrative of the scene: both Takahashi and Toei had him under a 'he's justified' sort of light. The criminal was already on death row, and had taken Anzu hostage and attacked her. So when he gets set ablaze we're not meant to question Yami's actions, we're just meant to think "Well he had it coming trololololol"
And ya gotta admit, it's kinda messed up! But that's the entire point of Atem's character during this era: he's a powerful spirit capable of controlling the shadows, who uses them to distribute what he thinks is justice, all while protecting his friends from a dangerous world. So even if he's extreme, it should be ok, right?
It's only during Ep. 4 of the anime that it's implied such a mindset might not such be a good thing:
It's a fan-favorite screencap, this one, and I love it too. But it's the downturned look, the eye on his head, and the gaze that expresses the visual representation of someone spitting at your face. Everything in it screams fury. Anger. Maybe even high-and-mighty disappointment. It's hard to see a hero in this shot.
This episode to me, tries to set Yami no Yuugi as a force of nature instead of a force of good. (At least, not an explicit one) He's not afraid to hurt others, just has hard if not harder if it meant getting vengeance. He won't be held back by morals, nor by mercy, and the only things he has to play off of are his own instinct and whatever values Yuugi's inner self managed to impose on him. And as Shadi implied in their second bout in the manga, it's Yuugi's rage and anger that brings him out.
The aftermath is also a huge highlight for me. Because nothing in it gave a sense of glorification for what Yami did.
If I hadn't known better, then that man seems truly dead. You have his mother crying out to him, his entire watch collection destroyed, and it was... Yami's fault. Y'know, the good one.
It's just so amazing what this anime-exclusive episode managed to do (which I'm just blown away by because it's like... actually good? And adds depth to Yami's character?? And wasn't just for padding the series' length???) and it's a shame they couldn't go much further from this. Like, I wanted more. I wanted a greyer interpretation of Yami's actions. I wanted a character who's bloodlust is only soothed by the half-formed relationships he learns from his host. And I want to be a consistent, drawn-out thing, instead of a handful of moments that highlight Yami's anger at that moment (Death-T and the rooftop duel in DK)
But I also understand that it's likely because Takahashi didn't think of the 'oh they're actually 2 people lol' storyline until later in the series. So obviously, Yami couldn't develop so far as an individual because at that point, he wasn't an individual. He truly was 'another Yuugi'. And it sucks because reading further his arc felt a little weird to me, as I couldn't really reconcile Early Manga!Yami to let's say, MW RPG!Yami. It feels like there were moments we didn't get to see or some other thing.
Regardless though I'm just happy to see this view on Yami get touched on, even just a little, in Toei's adaptation. It's probably why this episode is one of my favorites :)
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the man at the grocery store
yesterday? I saw something I didnt like. ugly vibes. I felt repelled and self conscious. my kid threw. ketchup bottle behind the cereal. I told him. he was so angry and aggravated.
was it because I was with my husband?
it gave me so much perspective. I think I will go out of my way to the other store from now on. I dont why I kept teasing myself for mental stimulation, but I remember that the ego shares my body. I don't think I ever let my ego take over, but that sounds like something the go would say.
anyways. I think I'm right on track. I think he is obsessed with me, and that is self talking. the observer talking. was he treating me badly because he wished to be leading me around the store instead?
it doesn't matter. I didn't expect that outcome, which is okay, it was more of a glimpse of his truth. I don't want o judge him for it, nor do I want to be tippy toeing around the grocery store either. was unnecessary break in my peace of mind.
man my face hit the floor. lol I was like whaaaatttt? thheeeeee? fuuucccckkk? it really sent my mind into a chaotic storm of connections. questions that were easier for me to answer and close the tab on. it made me not want anything to do with him. that is until the next time I'm thirsty for blood. god, I know myself too well. I will break. I always do. does that mean my life is so peaceful my instinct is to fuck it up? is that our animal nature? is that the collateral damage of being human?
now I know why the most creative artists realized they were the muse, and that they would have to spend the rest of their lives dwelling in their own hell.
watching yourself be perceived as if you were watching the rain. fall. fall. fall. fall. and that in itself is art. perception is creation. I hate that I make images of people. I want to see translucently. spending time erasing, only to reimagine. do you know how much brain power is takes to do this? to think? I feel like a sacrifice my entire body everyday to my mind. all its energy goes to it. and then sometimes my body is left unattended for to long. touch brings me back into my body, and my mind is a palace once again.
I dance alone in the sunlight. like I always have. just like any woman has. crying and smiling. smiling and crying. crying and smiling. because this is where I'm happy. and I hate that I only realize this after a distant journey, but this is the only viable way to create life.
this morning was. interesting. ive been up since four thirty a.m. talking to myself non stop. always inside my head. because why fucking not? what are you going to do? walking around and let technology give you s modern day lobotomy? hahahaha.
don't lose the ability to think, gain the ability to create.
go be great today.
-x
#diary#I am my own creator#divine mind#I love using my brain#diaryposting#writeblr#thoughts into the void#girl interrupted#writing#free writing#feels#poetic
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So I worry about someone thinking I’m writing a disguised ship fic especially as I write really close relationships/dramatic Shounen Anime moments, but I feel like it should be PRETTY DARN OBVIOUS that shipping is not my intent because some Very Specific Language goes into that. I may have accidentally tripped and made their relationship Lowkey Deep Because Of Connections and Parallels And Encouraging Self-Growth And Making Your Own Future And Seeing A Bit Of Myself In You, with a Sprinkle of Oops I Accidentally Cursed Myself Because I Tried To Bring You Back To Life In The Last Timeline Breaking The Sacred Relationship With Legendaries That Gave You Their Trust And Now Arceus Is Making Me Watch Over His Chosen One Because None of The Protagonists Were Born In This World So We Need To Do Their Jobs, after Red and Kris, Steven was kind of the last straw. It's a bit fantasy and magical and weird, and I acknowledge that's often attributed to certain romance tropes, but it can be totally normal too.
I'm mostly seeing how much emotional complexity I can disguise using fantasy tropes and if that's readable as relatable if you squint or not. Hence, it could get a tad bit personal at times. That's the real thing I'm disguising and telling myself "look, don't go trying to project this thing too, you instinctively try to downplay and disguise it too much to fit the world/hide it's connection to you / so people might think you're making light of it / it'll just ruin the story, it doesn't fit your established lore and it's too awkward to shift things around / it'll get too bloated / you don't have the time to address it properly / stick with classic Pokemon-elements / keep it simple") So now it really is a squinting game and I won't be writing this in the author's notes in case people try to read too much into how it relates to me...you won't be able to tell with all my disguising and changes and Specifically trying to fit it into a canonically existing story element from the games + it writes itself sometimes, as there's the genuine element of just doing what writers do to puzzle out a story to "read like a story" without projections, more entertainment value and classic writing advice.
If anyone thinks you're writing a disguised ship fic (ESPECIALLY if it is NOT tagged as a ship fic (read: tagged appropriately and marked as Gen), and you have said yourself that it is an emotionally intimate PLATONIC relationship), then that's on them.
And that ties into the next bit - You can't control what other people perceive and think of your work. You can write what you think can be the most easily understood allegory, or something, and there will still be people who will interpret it an entirely different way than you intended.
The COOLEST thing about art (in all forms), is just how subjective it is to the viewer/reader/listener.
Where one person may read your work and say "wow talk about self projection. This is out of character (You said it yourself - there is very little canon personality to the player characters in Pokemon games. What is accepted as "fanon" is STILL a headcanon.) There is way too much going on in this plot. I came here for Pokemon battles, not emotional growth." I guarantee there will be another person saying, "Wow I have also felt this way before. The themes in this fic run so deep. It is so much more than a fantasy fic and the character development is so important to me. This fic stirs up emotions within me and makes me question how I see these characters now."
Yes, there is something to be said about ensuring the coherency of a fic, making sure that the plot makes sense and there's a beginning and end and climax (or two or three lol), etc. But, at the end of the day - you put out what you think is your best work, something that comes from the heart and that you are proud of, and someone will love it and appreciate it. A fic does not have to be perfect (by critic's guidelines) for it to be incredible to a number of people. (To be continued...)
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Hiii happy 4th hypmic anniversary, I know it's been like 3 days since the actual anniversary but *shrugs* anyways I wanted to answer the questions from this post to celebrate!! (This is going to be a long post lol, this just brings a ramble instinct in me)
1. How and when did you get into HyplMic?
I got into hypmic during the end of September/ start of October of last year, it feels like a lot of time and very little at the same time lol... so many people in the fandom have liked this for super long!! I got into it bc of someone I followed on twitter, they would talk about it sometimes and I was getting a bit sick of the music I listened too so I thought "why not expand my music taste?" Little that I know It was going to become the only thing I listened too lol. I also saw this like "a hypmic characther once said" video and I thought it was soooo funny I just had to get into it. I'm honestly surprised hypmic started in 2017 bc I was going through a god awful musical phase and knowing I could have liked it earlier in life amuses me (tho back then I thought anime was silly so it wouldn'thave happened either).
2. First impressions of the characters? Who stuck out the most?
(Another long one soz) I'm going to do most of them btw.
Buster bros: ichiro was the 1st chara I knew before I got into it, for a bit I had him mixed up with jyushi tho lmao. Tbh I didnt have a very strong opinion on him, I wasn't super into BB at the start 😅 same with jiro, I liked him the most, thought he was really cute. At the start I disliked saburo a bit lol, like he was just soooo mean and I didn't like that, also I wasnt a huge fan of new star at the start so I didnt like him bc of that either.
MTC: I had to fight a lot to openly like mtc, I felt a bit bad liking them at the start bc they're all like criminals and stuff lol. I have to be honest I think that at the start I didnt think about them like at all... the strongest impression here was Rio, he was my favorite also I thought jyuto was hilarious bc of the start of bayside smoking blues, I really liked his voice too.
Fling posse: ok so the moment I saw Ramuda I was like "this guy is evil as balls isnt he?" I was pretty right lol, I thought he was a child like saburo at the start bc hes so small, man fooled me there. I liked dice the most at the start, my 1st fanart is of him lol. I didnt have very strong opinions on Gentaro, I was surprised to find out his VA also voiced yamaguchi since I was a haikyuu fan if anything.
Matenro: Lol matenro was my favorite (still is), idk what was it but I saw all of them and I was like: great :D I dont remeber specific impressions tho.... It was almost like love at first sight lol. I remeber I really liked the fact that both hifumi and doppo had tips, I thought it was super cool.
BAT: ok so I also knew who kuuko was before I got into hypmic my actual actual 1st fanart was of him (I did it before I even knew what hypmic was like at all). I really liked him, I remember listening to gyara bam and being like "this guy rules so much", I really liked jyushi, as mentioned before I had him mixed with ichiro (they look nothing a like I dont even know how) I was super shocked to find out he was also a teen lol I was pretty happy. Not gonna lie I had no idea who hitoya was at the start (rip) I knew kuuko I knew jyushi but I didnt know him, I dont remeber being very big on him till like the dramas and getting more into hypmic bc before nothing nada.
Dotsuhon: lol I slept on dotsuhon for the looongest time, I literally only liked sasara, rosho and rei were just really there for me. Sasara was my favorite bc I loved his voice and tragic transitor gace me unrivaled latino vibes so he felt very close to me in a sense. I thought rei was a scumbag the moment I laid eyes on him.
3. Who was the first character you liked?
My 1st favorites before I found out about bat and dotsuhon where jiro and hifumi!! I really liked their voices and like over all attitude and stuff.
4. Which was the first Division you liked?
My favorite was matenro, they were just so cute and I liked how they were pretty chill and just had fun most of the time. Like how they tried looking all edgy and intimidating but they were all nice guys lol.
5. How have your favorites changed?
Not much lol my favorite is still hifumi tho know I have jyushi and Otome if were ranking on like top 3. I love all the charas now tho!!! Lol these are just my bigger ones. Division wise now my favorite is mtc, followed by bat I'm still a matenro stan tho!! All divisions have done some big growing on me so I love all of them anyways.
6. What was the first song you listened to?
The 1st song I listened to was battle anthem, I was super convinced it was the 1st hypmic song so I was surprised to hear it was division rap battle lol.
7. What's your favorite solo song?
Ghhhh this is so hard to choose... I actually like basically every single hypmic song.... if we're talking only 1t set that's easier to choose. Um that would be sensenfukoku, drops and champagne gold, I like all the mtc ones so I cant choose. Second set every single one is amazing so I cant choose either, tho at the start I disliked most of them somehow...
8. What's your favorite group song?
Ok at 1st i thought it was like an all division song but I just read it and it's just group song in general.... I love all of them but one of my biggest comfort songs is papillion so I'll say papillion. If were talking all stars songs that's easier tho: in no particular order its hoodstar (just heard the + ver and it slapped), survival of the illest+, glory or dust and hang out.
9. Which songs do you think are slept on?
Mmmmm I personally have no idea which songs people like more in general but I have seen a bunch of "my favorite hypmic moments" videos so I'll base it on that. I'll personally say any mtc song lol, in those videos theres always a surprising lack of mtc so yeah.
10. Do your favorite songs come from your favorite Division?
Yes, tho it's really no problem bc I like all songs😅
11. Objectively, who do you think is the best rapper?
I had never heard a lot of rapping till hypmic so I have no idea what good rapping is lol... I personally thinks everyone does a good job, I guess someone else can school me on that.
12. Which composers for HypMic do you listen to?
None... I honestly dont like know who composes which song.... I know very little about music and I dont look into it so I cant answer this one either.
13. If you had to get someone into HypMic with one song what would it be?
Oh :0 well I'm not very sure but if anything I think the way to go would be an all stars song bc you can get the feel of each division pretty good, then if they like that introduce them to other stuff. Of course this all depends on the person lol... my brother really likes strong songs so to him battle anthem was a good hook up... I quite personally would go for survival of the illest bc it has a good feel of the divisions and it's very silly which is a series staple.
14. Do you play ARB? Drop your friend code for people reading!
Nooooo I dont 🤧😢 I really want to but I dont think I would have space on my phone, besides idk how to download it, if you have to pay for it I dont have money and if it's only in japanese I'm learning at snails speed so I wouldnt understand it *cries a little* I have seen certain events tho, I find it funny.
15. What events are you hoping to see? What character combos do you hope will show up together?
Mmmm idk I have a post about but I'll love to see a sasara jakurai interaction, I'm pretty sure one has already happened but I want this funny man to interact with jakurai more. Some people mentioned that they would like to see more interactions between kuuko and samatoki and I agree, wheres that side of the mad comic dialogue line up? I'll also like to see hitoya and samatoki bc they're both into vintage stuff ish, like fashion wise so I think it would be interesting to see. Last I want a jyushi/jiro interaction idk of there's any but there needs to be I need them to interact!!! Or maybe saburo jyushi that would also be interesting.
16. Are you into any ships?
Yes!!! I'm a little shy talking about ships not going to lie so I don't talk about it too much lol. I like samajyu a normal amount, I also like ichikuu, jiroshi, hifudo and hitojaku. I like a lot of other ships too tho, like ot3 mtc is good so is fling posse tho my favorite is ramugen. Hypmic has a bunch of cute ships so it's hard not to enjoy most.
17. Do you have a yume/self-ships? Platonic or romantic.
Not really lol, I have considered reading self insert before but I always feel a bit embarrassed. If you do you're super poggers tho.
Ok I'll keep answering in another post bc this is getting super long and the next question is one I want to say a lot about again. Umm if you happen to see this and want to answer them too fell free to!! You can tag me if you want as well, I love seeing others opinions about like hypmic and stuff so feel free too. If you want to comment on something I said you're free to do so as well
#this is so long#km not sorry tho 😈#ok maybe a bit#this questions really bring that animal instinct in me lol#brains is being replaced by hypmic sorry#im not tagging bc#long post#ramble post#you can block the ramble tag if you dont want to see this lol#also if theres mispelling in this ignore it#i cant spell or read#this really is so long im so sorry.... ill make sure to cut the next one earlier if it gets too long
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TELLING THE BNHA BOYS YOU WANT TO SIT ON THEIR FACE | hcs + drabble
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thank you to anon for this request <3
characters ♡ kaminari, bakugo, sero & tamaki
content warning ♡ sexual references, fem!reader, all aged up! - minors dni
denki kaminari
♡ it depends how confidently you say it
♡ if you’re clearly embarrassed, he’ll be too
♡ but if you own your statement, it’ll prompt him to be more self-assured and forward
♡ so he’ll either by completely red in the face and tell you to stop messing with him, or his lips will curl into a suggestive smirk as he encourages to act on your claim
♡ also if you’re not really the type of person who talks about sexual acts too often or casually, he’ll pop a hard-on
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he was lazily sprawled out across the two-seated couch, his legs lay were you were going to sit and it took every bone in your body to resist the urge to just yank his legs away yourself, since you had been training all day so your legs were in agony, all you wanted to do was sit down and relax. but he prevented you from doing that, so you finally spoke up, “denki, could you move your legs, please?”
kaminari looked up from his phone to see you pouting, bags in hand as you waited for him to let you take a seat. he was feeling especially mischievous today so instead of just retracting his legs like he usually would, he shrugged and hummed, “eh, no. the floor looks comfy though. maybe try that.”
you scoffed, dropping your bags and hastily wrapping your hands around his ankles before aggressively tugging on them, “move it! you’re stupid fucking face looks comfy!”
he froze, staring at you with wide eyes but you continued to pull at his legs as you had yet to process what you just said as you meant in more as trash-talk rather in a sexual way.
suddenly, he flipped his position so he way now laying down on his back, his head resting on the seat you were trying to obtain as he stared up at you with starry eyes, “sit, then!”
katsuki bakugo
♡ goes red in embarrassment, anger and horny
♡ at first he yells about how immature you are but then his mindless threats begin to turn more..erotic?
♡ he’s like ‘fucking do it then! sit on my face! i fucking dare you! don’t be a pussy! do it!’
♡ and you kinda just stand there like ??? is he being serious ???
♡ he was being dead serious
♡ he can’t have anyone knowing that he wants you but he does want you so he shows it through anger and hopes that you are aroused rather than frightened
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you walked into the theatre by bakugo’s side, not as his date or anything - definitely not - but because he had ‘accidentally’ bought an extra ticket for a movie that you had been talking to your co-workers at the agency about and now that you thought about it, you recalled that bakugo was in ear-shot of the conversation while he was making his coffee in the lounge.
anyway, the movie had yet to begin but most who were seated remained silent as they watched the trailers. he glanced at you before shifting his gaze onto all the rows of seats in front of y’all, “where do ya want to sit?” he mumbled, casually popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
he simply asked just in case you had a preferred location or an eye-sight problem that he was unaware of so you almost made him choke on his corn when you replied with a click of your tongue, “your face.”
once he coughed up the kernel lodged in this esophagus, he turned to shoot you a deadly glare, “what the fuck?!”
afraid that you might have made him uncomfortable, you threw you hands up in defence and hastily tried to change the subject before he created a scene in the middle of the silent theatre, “sorry! i just meant it as a joke- erm, sitting at the back would be nic--”
before you could finish, bakugo grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of the room, towards the cinema bathroom and..you know what happens next.
hanta sero
♡ probably incited you to say it lol
♡ he’s like ‘aight bet’
♡ you should know better than to try tease this man bc he is going to make you follow up
♡ not forcefully, but he becomes so racy that it’s hard for you to not just..take a seat :)
♡ he doesn’t get flustered bc he’s too cool for that (⌐■_■)
♡ also he’s horny asf all the time so even if he’s literally never talked to you before, he’ll immediately be escorting you to an area where y’all can be in private
♡ after he’s made you cum for like the fifth time he’ll be like ‘so what’s your name? :)’
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friendly banter was something you should’ve learned to avoid. from when bakugo chased you around the school after you made a comment about deku being number one, to when iida gave you a 20 minute lecture when he heard you joke about skipping class - jesting with your friends never ended well for you so why did you think today was any exception?
though those things were in past, you had moved on; you had gotten a fresh new job at a new agency along with an old classmate of yours who you’ve since gotten closer to - pro-hero cellophane.
you were casually chatting to him in the break-room, making friendly conversation with him as you had deduced that your bad luck with banter was exact that, bad luck - hardly anything that can’t be avoided, or so you thought.
“exactly!” sero nodded, agreeing with the comment you made on internships, “my mentor kept making me go on these elaborate missions with them but seriously, i was just there to get a recommendation letter, save some people, have a hot hero-girl sit on my face then dip, y’know?”
you chuckled, prompting him to continue, “well, did it work?”
“i got my recommendation letter but unfortunately, no hot hero-girls sat on my face.” he explained, he taking a sip of his coffee before eyeing you, his frown slowly curling into a titillating smirk, “you could change that, though.”
your eyes widened, but you were somewhat mentally prepared for him to say that so you were quick to blurt out, “yes please.”
tamaki amajiki
♡ he doesn’t get what you mean at first-
♡ like he thought it was a threat..or maybe you were making fun of him
♡ you, mirio or nejire have to explain to him what it means
♡ then he passes away ⚰
♡ like mans is blushing so hard
♡ he can’t look you in the eye for 3 months after that
♡ it’s not that you made him uncomfortable or anything, he just gets like that around the subject of intercourse
♡ if he ever starts talking to you again, you know better than to ever make a dirty joke around him again
♡ but when y’all start dating - maybe a year into the relationship - he’ll randomly turn to you one day and be like ‘remember that joke you made over a year ago about sitting on my face? yeah, that one. do you think you could maybe like..do it? like right now, please? 👉👈’
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you sat on the bed beside tamaki, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone as he played animal crossing next to you, on his switch. you were looking through pinterest for date ideas as your one year anniversary with tamaki was fast approaching and you wanted it to be special.
you opened a picture of a couple at the arcade, looking as though they were having a fun time so your natural instinct was to ask tamaki i he was down, “baby, what do you think about the arca--”
“(y/n).” he interjected with a shakily, “um, remember that time we partnered up for a chemistry project?”
you giggled, no clue as to where he was going with this but humming along, none the less, “yep, i do! that was a while ago though, tama.”
amajiki nodded, awkwardly averting his gaze, his cheeks visibly flushing red as he recalled the events that happened - he couldn’t believe he was bringing this up again, after he tried for so long suppress the memory. but currently, his need to hear your sweet moans overwhelmed his shyness, “do you remember the joke you made?”
you hummed in thought for a moment before it hit you. you peered at his with an eyebrow quirked, mentally questioning if you were remembering it correctly. “um, yes.”
“well, can you?”
“can i what?”
tamaki frowned, before leaning in and whispering his scandalous request - he didn’t want to say this aloud but desperate times call for desperate measures. “sit on my face.”
#bnha smut#sero smut#kaminari smut#tamaki smut#bakugo smut#bakugo x female reader#bakugou headcanons#katsuki bakugo x reader#bnha bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou x you#kaminaridenki#bnha kaminari#kaminari x you#kaminari x y/n#bnha sero#sero x reader#sero x you#mha hanta sero#hanta sero#hanta smut#tamaki x reader#tamaki x y/n#tamaki amakiji#bnha amajiki#amajiki headcanons#amajiki x you#awkward amajiki#amajiki x y/n#👾nsfw
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Random Dragon Ball headcanons - Part 1 (out of many, I'm sure)
You knew this was coming at one point or another.
It was destined to happen with how much I love the franchise and how I've been talking about it lately on here.
You thought my Fairy Tail headcanons were a lot? Think again. It's nothing compared to what my mind has conjured for the DB franchise in the decades I've been a fan, lol.
Well, let's get ready!
Cha-la Head Cha-la starts playing
- Saiyans have three sexes (they don't care about genders): male, female and intersex. The intersexed Saiyans can present either as male or female. Saiyans do not care about the sex of their members, but they do tend to honour and respect the females and intersexed Saiyans, since they're the ones who are able to bring new life to their proud race (and since giving birth is like a battle, and it's bloody and all, it shows that they are super tough).
- Female and intersex Saiyans make something like 35% of the population, which isn't enough to sustain it (it's a fact that any animal population usually has more females than males, makes it easier for it to stay steady and not disappear). So no females are used as infiltration babies when it becomes a thing.
- Saiyans aren't really monogamous. As in, in modern times (aka since they've been enslaved by the Cold empire), they rarely have exclusive relationships that are serious enough that they link themselves to another Saiyan for life - or more (OMG I have a whole thing about Saiyan mating habits that needs to be told at one point if I don't forget to do it).
- Goku is, actually, a member of the third sex. But he doesn't know it, since he thinks he's a normal male human until Raditz, and later does not question his biologic difference from humans outside of the Zenkai, need for battle, huge appetite, enhanced senses and instincts, lower fertility rate (another biological thing I need to touch on later), and all that surrounds the tail. Since he had the Talk with Bulma (super quickly and awkwardly), he always thought all males had both bits, but females only had the one bit downstairs. He never questions it since he never saw another male's full genitalia.
- The Saiyans, in their time under the Cold empire/PTO, used their language as ways to send crypted messages to one another. Since Cold and Frieza were both super arrogant and looked down upon the Saiyans, they never asked anyone to translate the messages in galactic common. It's how Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa got away with being utterly disrespectul at times towards Frieza and plotted their revenge.
- Raditz is a worrywart. He also uses his head more than his pride can get in his way, which is one reason why he's kind of not seen in a kindly manner by Vegeta and Nappa. It's not very Saiyan-y, but it helped him survive until his unfortunate encounter on Earth.
- Piccolo knows the Namekian language, but a more ancient form, since it kind of evolved since Kami (the nameless Namekian, son of Katas) was sent to Earth when the cataclysm hit Namek. The slight difference in evolution does not impede him from understanding his fellow modern Namekians, though.
- Namekians have a huge capacity in telepathy. It's natural for them. But they mostly use the telepathy to communicate with people they are close to (hi Piccolo, Dende and Gohan, the cute dynamic trio).
- Saiyans also are capable of telepathy, more than most races, but they rarely use it. It was more in use before the civil war and destruction of Sadara.
- Saiyans aren't intrinsically bad. It's a consequence of their time on then-Plant, the war with the Tsufuls (need to touch on that later) and their slavery under the Colds. Before all that nonesense, they were an ok race, full of good and a bit of bad too (because no race is perfect).
- Gohan suffers from PTSD and that's canon.
- All the DBZ crew suffers from undealt-with trauma. Noone can change my mind.
- Goku is kind of demi-sexual and pan (if that's a thing, tell me if it's not, because I'm still learning). He loves all genders whatever their race, appearance, whatever, but he only loves Chichi? If that makes sense? (Though I have AU ideas where this is not the case huhuhu).
- Broly is not DUMB. I repeat, DBS Broly is NOT DUMB. He's just uneducated because of his upbringing. But he learns very fast. Because Saiyans are quite smart overall (smarter than most races we encounter in DBZ) and the big guy has a high potential. Although said potential is kind of hindered by his temper and instincts. He's working on them though.
- Also, all Brolys are LEGENDARY super saiyans. I don't care what DBS says.
- Vegeta is a genius when it comes to strategy. He's also very very smart. He helps Bulma come up with new inventions and helps her brainstorm when she's stuck.
- The Saiyans have 3 legends when it comes to super Saiyans (also the name is a dumbed-down translation of the original Saiyago title): they have the golden-haired avenger that is full of righteous anger, the green-haired berserker born once a thousand years that destroys everything, even themselves, and the red-haired saiyan that can go toe to toe with the gods themselves and are exalted as lesser deities.
- Magic and ki are very different. Some races are more geared towards magic, and others towards ki control. Saiyans are more geared towards ki control, which comes as no surprise because magic is looked down upon in their society (when it comes to combat, because it has its uses for the working and religious classes, but it's barely used at the end of their existence as a race). Namekians are usually more in tune with magic than ki control, but the warrior class is the exception (Nail and Piccolo are both warrior class). The dragon clan (those who are able to produce dragon balls) are particularly gifted with magic and healing powers (Dende, Mori and Guru - Kami is from the dragon clan, but he was also originally from the warrior class, so don't know if he counts, lol).
- Namekians reproduce asexually, but they are hermaphrodites (it's canon, though, so is it really a headcanon?).
- Earthlings are particularly gifted at ki control. More so than Saiyans because their instincts don't impede their learning curve, although Saiyans are more gifted to natural ki control (as in, they learn super quick when they see something, but minute mastery isn't as easy since they're quite quick tempered and prideful).
- Bulma has the means to become queen of the universe. She has the power to destroy Frieza, no questions asked and have even the most powerful warriors at her feet thanks to her genius. The only reason she hasn't done that is because, even though she's arrogant and vain and quick-tempered, she also is KIND and does not think of such things. Vegeta knows it and it excites the heck out of him (and kind of terrifies him a little bit, lol). I will take no criticism on this headcanon, thank you very much.
- Super Saiyan 4 is the primal version of Super Saiyan. It's not in the legends anymore because it kind of fell from use because it's so hard to harness, thousands of years even before Sadala was destroyed. Usually, SS4 Saiyans have golden eyes and black (true black, bluish or even purplish) to brownish-red hair (this one is rarer). Vegeta is kind of an outlier with his blue eyes in that form.
Ok, I'll stop here for now. I have way too many headcanons and I'll need some time to go through most of them, lol.
Hope you like them! And if you're a DB fan, please don't hesitate to leave your thoughts on this, and even your own headcanons!
#dragon ball headcanons#saiyan headcanons#dbz#dragon ball#dragon ball z#goku#vegeta#raditz#nappa#saiyans#mostly headcanons for the saiyans#bulma#broly#Nim rambles#Nim loves dragon ball way too much#Nim loves Dragon Ball
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OMGGG hayy I stumbled across your blog through a reblog and it's nice to see another vnc blog around since the anime is getting more popular! So can I request hcs for noé with a fem!reader who is a afraid of thunder or storms in general? good luck with the blog ✨🍀❤️
Hey! Of course you can and since this is my first request I hope you like it! If I made any mistakes feel free to correct me. Have fun! (but also I wasn't really sure how to incorporate the reader being female since I didn't see any opportunity to do so and therefore didn't mention it anywhere. I hope you don't mind!)
~Noé with a reader who is afraid of thunderstorms~
No matter where or when, as soon as the sky begins to cloud over and turn gray, you instinctively tense up, awaiting the first signs of a storm. You can't help it, the thunder is just so loud and frightening and the lightning always makes you flinch without a warning.
This of course doesn't go unnoticed by Noé, who is very perceptive when it comes to you and your wellbeing. You don't have to say anything, he already knows that thunderstorms scare you. He's seen the same signs in Dominique when they were children and there was a storm raging outside the castle walls.
He knows that one's fears can either develop without any rhyme or reason or be part of a personal story, so as long as you don't talk about it first, he'll keep his curiosity to himself.
That's why he doesn't question you when you slip into his bed while flinching with every lightning that strikes the night sky. He'll just sleepily lift his blanket for you and protectively cage you in his arms, gently caressing your head, where you'll stay until morning.
But be aware that sharing a bed with Noé while being trapped in his iron grip brings the risk of him effectively turning you into his body pillow in his sleep (lol). But rest assured you'd be his favorite one.
In the case that you're both not at the hotel and out and about in Paris while a storm is approaching, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and guide you into the nearest shop or café.
There you'll either browse through the many items and objects you find (-and maybe buy, to farther clutter the hotel room with interesting trinkets, much to Vanitas' chagrin.) or you'll sit far in the back of a café, away from any windows, to distract yourself with delicious treats and beverages while conversing about what you're planning on doing when the weather has cleared up again.
No matter where or when, as long as you're with Noé, you can count on him to take you to a safe place, be it inside a building or directly in his arms, to wait out the terrifying storm.
He loves you, so your comfort becomes his first priority and he'll even carry you over the rooftops in a haste to get you somewhere he deems safe.
He takes his role as your protector very seriously and he hopes that you know that, as long as you're with him, you're safe and that he'll protect you from everything. No matter what. Even from mother nature herself. Or else he'd die trying.
Thank you for your request! 💜
Link to the masterlist~
#vanitas no carte#the case study of vanitas#vanitas no carte imagines#noé archiviste#vanitas no carte headcanons#noé archiviste x reader#writing#request#vanitatum-mori
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Wholesome but very random question, what type of pet do you think each member of the sinister would have or prefer?
Oh man I love random questions :DDD Lemme see, I haven't thought about this a ton but I do love thinking about pets, so just instinctively/off the top of my head I wanna say...
Doc Ock: Okay, I feel like Ock really just loves animals in general and would happily have any pet that they feel like they could provide a suitable environment and attention for. And while I desperately want to say that with their many arms Ock would make a wonderful dog-walker, I feel like the most likely pet for them to get would be a cat, with dog as a close second -- they just seem likely to take in a stray, to me, whichever they find. Also I feel like they probably got unreasonably attached to any lab rats/mice they came into contact with.
Vulture: You think I'm going to say a bird. And you're right, but I'm gonna be more specific than that. I think Adrian loves birds and is also very aware of how irresponsible it is to keep the longer-lived species as pets. If she got a pet bird I think it would be a budgie, in all honesty, or a pair of lovebirds. Something that doesn't have an extensive lifespan but isn't just a "leave it in the cage and look at it" pet, at which point it feels like it's not really getting anything out of the arrangement. Alternatively I could see her in a loft apartment or similar and "keeping" pigeons.
...All that said, I think the idea of her being a cat person is also pretty funny, so I'm gonna say if she had to pick a dog or a cat she'd easily go with a cat.
Electro: I feel like Electro loves all kinds of dogs but also just affectionate animals in general! I can also easily, easily see Electro really liking rabbits. But if Electro was gonna bring back an animal to the Sinister Six base it'd probably be a stray puppy or kitten, because Electro is a super soft touch and would not be able to just leave it there.
Sandman: Canonically Not A Fan Of Cats, lol. I think Marko's always been a proponent of dogs in the dogs-vs.-cats debate, but I can easily imagine him having a preference for small dogs rather than big ones. Give the man a corgi or a dachshund or a Frenchie and he'll be so happy. Cover him in Jack Russells.
Rhino: Also likes dogs of all sizes and rabbits, but I'm gonna headcanon it right now, O'Hirn used to catch bugs as a kid, crickets and pill bugs especially but also sometimes ladybugs and ant lions! He kept caterpillars until they became butterflies for a science project in elementary school and was thrilled when his mama got him an ant farm. They are tiny and vulnerable and he has always been very, very careful with them. He also knows more about beekeeping than you might expect even though he's never intended to keep bees himself and he can spout off at you about how important they are 😤
Kraven: Gulyadkin is not a pet. 😾 That said, while again I feel that Kraven absolutely adores animals in general, he comes down on the cat side of the "cats or dogs?" debate, and he has very strong opinions over what kinds of animals should be kept as pets. A lot of the animals he keeps (and I do imagine he has some trained birds of prey as well as Gulyadkin and horses and things) he does not consider to be pets and is hardcore about working animals being treated responsibly and respectfully. If he had a pet he would 1000% bring home an entire box of abandoned kittens though.
Mysterio: Beck... likes strays and other people's animals? :D? A small part of one is like [screams internally] at the idea of a small vulnerable creature relying on one for its survival. This doesn't mean that Beck would never have a pet, it just heavily influences what kind of pet one would consider getting. While Beck actually quite likes dogs from working on-set with some of them, the fact that cats were harder to work with actually amused one and one would probably prefer to have cats as pets because they seem more... self-sufficient than most any other pet option.
Tinkerer: Do robots count? No, the thing is, I'm only joking a little. I think Mason would be 100% open to making a lil robot animal that is as close to sentient as he can possibly make it. That said, I feel like he's another one of those characters who likes a lot of different kinds of animals -- in his case because he has a fairly large extended family (no siblings but a lot of cousins) and has experienced a fair number of other people's pets because of that. He absolutely feeds the local strays, too, and has made a few animal prosthetics. I feel like eventually at least one of said strays would adopt him and he'd just go along with it until he realized oh I have a pet now.
SEMI-BONUS SINCE I ALREADY BROUGHT IT UP FOR MOST OF THEM, DOGS VS. CATS WHAT SIDE WOULD THEY ARGUE:
Definitely dogs: Electro, Sandman, Rhino
Absolutely cats: Vulture, Kraven, Mysterio
They're both great, why are we arguing: Ock, Tinkerer(, Mysterio really but one's still arguing)
#ssm#sinister six#doctor octopus#otto octavius#vulture#adrian toomes#electro#sandman#flint marko#rhino#alex o'hirn#kraven#sergei kravinoff#mysterio#quentin beck#tinkerer#phineas mason#ask box shenanigans#headcanons#i didn't add shocker because he feels more like an enforcer to me#like more affiliated with tombstone and maybe even silvermane#but i might do some more of the other villains in a follow-up post...
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Hey it's me again ❤️
I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)
Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.
Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.
Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~
Word count: 1.8k
× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?
× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?
× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light
× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly
× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces
× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments
× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy
× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be
× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby
× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect
× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—
× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;
× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...
× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.
× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;
× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.
× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though
× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]
× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!
× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her
× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him
× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back
× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—
× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;
× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him
× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it
× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles
× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side
× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;
× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;
× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺
× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—
× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.
× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof
× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child
× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"
× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"
× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."
× drag him away before he throws fists
× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow
× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss
× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;
× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least
× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down
× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot
× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered
× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;
× and you're there amazed??????
× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"
× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????
× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream
× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.
× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...
× once she starts walking they're both a disaster
× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]
× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"
× rapid giggle running around from place to place
× "Oh, for fucks—"
× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults
× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl
× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!
× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."
× he growls as an example
× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕
× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease
× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????
× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕
× "your child" if she did something bad
× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.
× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞
× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard
× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head
× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!
× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~
× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.
× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???
× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:
× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"
× throw him out, istg— 💀
#bakugou katsuki headcanons#noire writes#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#hybrid!bakugou#hybrid!au
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Could you maybe do headcanons for an mc who has anxiety? And possibly write what the characters might do to help if mc was having an anxiety attack?
Helping MC Through an Anxiety Attack
warnings: Panic / Anxiety attacks
Summary: How the demon brothers would aid an MC with anxiety when they start to have an attack
a/n: I’m lightly basing this off of how my own panic attacks usually go and how I am usually helped by the people around me. I also only did the brothers but if you want the undateables feel free to send in another ask and I’ll get to it!
- He was prepared to deal with MC and their anxiety as their portfolio had specified their diagnosis and some basic things to avoid letting them come in contact with
- He bought lots of stress relief things in preparation for their arrival as well as some books made to aid a parent dealing with an anxious teen
- A few months into the exchange program he has grown too comfortable and stopped hovering MC, which led to them coming in contact with a trigger
- Mammon comes to Lucifer explaining what happened and how MC ran off and he hasn’t been able to find them, and Lucifer is immediately out of his office and searching the house for the human
- He finds them hidden in his bedroom closet, tucked away in the furthest corner with their eyes squeezed shut yet tears still flow freely and their breathing is loud and ragged and he can’t help but feel his heart break as they look up at him with a panicked look in their eyes.
- He crawls into his closet (his large body struggling to fit) and sits across from MC, avoiding touching them unless hey feel comfortable
- He reaches up into a box and pulls out a Rubik's Cube placing it in their trembling hands, watching as they start to fiddle with it, a focused look in their eyes
- He creates some background noise for them by talking about his day and making other small talk
- If after the incident MC doesn’t want to talk about it he is a bit worried still, but respects their decision
- If they do want to talk he will get them some tea and snacks as well as some blankets and pillows so they can be comfortable while they relive what just happened to them
- Starts bringing MC up to the human world weekly for therapy appointments / just to hang out in their natural environment
- Lucifer completely forgot to warn Mammon about their diagnosis
- So during one of his schemes they encounter something that is one of MC’s triggers, causing them to freak out
- He panics at first and is unsure what to do
- All he knows in that moment is his human is hurting and he needs to help them
- He will try to block anything but himself out of their view to limit any sort of sensory overload
- Tries to do some breathing exercises and talks calmly to guide MC
- Tries making jokes a lot to try and get a smile out of the human
- If none of this works he will just sit beside MC and let them wear themselves out
- Afterwards he will pester MC about what happened and try to get information out of them
- But when he sees how uncomfortable it makes them he shuts his mouth and opts to continue the day like nothing happened
- Has a note in his D.D.D that has a list of all the triggers he knows MC has so he can make plans around them
- Asks Satan for some human psychology books and goes to Levi to get advice since Leviathan has anxiety as well
- makes MC use an online app to talk about their anxiety (most likely an app like woebot bc i love woebot)
- He can tell the second they come in contact with a trigger
- The look in their eyes tells him everything he needs to know
- Immediately brings them somewhere secluded where he can talk them through it
- He’ll wrap them in his arms and rock them while talking about random things to take their mind off anything else
- Afterwards he talks to them about his own and they both devise plans for helping each other through the attacks
- His heartbreaks every time he sees MC in so much pain and he always feels guilty that he can’t take their pain away
- He has the most experience with panic attacks so I think he’d be really good at knowing what to do and what MC might need in that moment
- After the attack he doesn’t force them to talk he simply puts on some anime and cuddles them while they snack on different junk foods
- Every time he helps them through an attack he also feels like a hero and will be super proud of himself for taking care of them
- Most knowledgeable on human psychology, so he also is prepared for dealing with an anxiety attck
- Though he has never experienced one for himself he knows the different ways to comfort a human who is in the midst of one
- He knows when he sees MC the first time that they have anxiety just by their mannerisms
- He keeps an eye on them, at first because he wanted to study them but after a while he watched over them because he was worried and didn’t want them to get hurt
- He was the cause of the first one he witnessed because he had a temper tantrum and threw something at Lucifer while screaming
- He saw MC flee from the corner of his eye and felt annoyed with himself for scaring them
- After calming down he went to MC’s room and realized they seemed to be in the middle of an anxiety attack
- He kept his distance knowing he caused it but tried to coach them through it from afar
- Afterwards he feels really guilty and doesn’t make them talk about it
- He spoils them rotten the rest of the night and tries to keep his temper in check around them from now on
- He had a slight idea of how bad their anxiety was
- But he wasn’t expecting to see them flee the nightclub after a demon had touched their shoulder to get their attention
- He finds them out in the alley curled up behind the dumpster with their hands over their ears and tears streaming down their face
- He is a bit nervous and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt them so he just gently picks them up and heads home
- at home he puts them on his bed and brings over some super fluffy blankets and decides to pamper them for the time being
- So he does relaxing activities and beauty routines with them
- When it’s all over he is asks if they want to talk about it
- If they do he’ll listen and not interrupt once
- If they don’t he’ll try to get their mind off of everything by going on about some new trend or gossip that’s been going around RAD
- For sure goes to Satan later on to find out some things that could help MC
- He just really doesn’t want his prince/princess/baby being sad and anxious :(
- Becomes v protective in public as well since he knows most of the people around him are touchy feely people so they’d probably just assume MC was the same
- His instincts for slapping away people’s wandering hands has grown by 10000000%
- He is the softest brother out of all seven of them when it comes to emotions
- I think Levi and Belphie are the three most likely to have anxiety and he seems closest with those two, so he inevitably has learned how to help them through things
- He recognizes the sign of a anxiety attack right away
- The second he sees it he will quietly but quickly brings MC to an empty room so it is just the two of them
- He asks them random questions to get their mind off of any wandering thoughts
- His tactic is to focus them on looking for answers that require them to think hard so that they can’t think about anything besides the answers
- Beel is also a cuddle bug (literally because he’s a giant fly lol get it lol sorry moving on) so if MC is helped by physical contact he is more than willing to hold them
- After the attack he gives them opportunity to talk BUT he does not force them to say anything
- Has a little note in his phone with lists of triggers for MC, Levi and Belphie and the individual things that seem to help them
- He’s just... so soft and caring and wants everyone to be happy :(((
- I feel like Belphie also has anxiety, especially around loud noises and large crowds
- He isn’t usually awake enough to notice MC’s signs immediately
- But when he does realize he tries to release some of his sloth energy towards them to try and sedate them in a way
- If they don’t like when he does that he vows never to do it again
- But he will gladly use his powers to help MC chill
- The first time they have an anxiety attack he assumed they wouldn’t want him to be near them because of ~the incident~
- So he sends Beel in to try and comfort them
- Is shocked when Beel says MC only wants to see Belphie in that moment, but he is very happy to keep them company
- Has weighted blankets and stuff too that he will wrap around them
- Makes sure they’re 100% cozy and cuddles them while talking about random subjects in a soft voice
- Afterwards he decides that unless they specifically tell him to go away he won’t leave their side during an attack again
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“sorry to bother you”
Summary: Y/N meets Harry in a little shop in France. It was a lovely meeting between the fan and the rockstar, but when Y/N realizes she’s lost her phone, will she see Harry sooner than she had ever thought possible?
AKA Harry meets a fan and accidentally steals her phone
vibes bc they snack and she walks up to him while he’s looking at the sky lol ^
Ok so I just wanted to preface this: this was initially just going to be a short blurb about a respectful meeting between Harry and a fan because of the terrible stories I’ve been hearing lately about rude people being inconsiderate of Harry and his privacy and I wanted to showcase that you can treat Harry as a human being rather than an object when you see him irl. But then my writer brain wanted more and so it turned into more. All I have to say is if you ever meet Harry in real life, please be respectful and kind. Also there is a 0.00001 chance that this would ever actually happen as most fiction goes so please don’t expect more than a short convo and maybe a photo from him. For him to even speak with you is more than enough, he really isn’t a disneyland attraction.
Also not proofread bc apparently its long lol, I’m not super in love with this but I think it’s good-ish the end is meh - pls lemme know what yall think :)
Word Count: 10.2k (wait im actually so confused how this got so long omfg) | Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, idrk its long but it’s sweet?
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She saw him long before she approached him. She was truly unsure of herself, not wanting to bother him or upset him. She had been a fan for so long and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet someone who meant so much to her.
In the small Bayeux shop, she hesitates as she risks another glance at the tall man. She whispered to her mom minutes ago about how Harry Styles was in the same shop as them. Her mom was texting her non stop telling her to go up to him or she would do it herself. Y/N shook her head, distrusting her mom and feeling self conscious. No one else was in the store and her interaction with him wouldn’t disrupt the rest of the store, but for some reason she felt a tinge of discomfort about going up to him.
Harry leafs over a tablecloth, not paying attention to the other patrons in the store or anything else for that matter. He was staying on the coast of France for the week and he hadn’t run into many fans, so he was feeling at ease. Mitch was somewhere else in the store, but Harry felt comfortable on his own. He feels a soft, small tap on his broad shoulder. He turns expecting the quiet Mitch, but is presented with a short, sweet looking woman.
“Excuse me. Um, hi...Sorry to bother you,” she starts, eyes wide as she works to maintain eye contact with Harry as she looks up at him.
His green eyes are widened, realizing this isn’t someone he knows.
“Hello,” he says simply.
“I-” she pauses, her hands fiddling, “I’m sorry to bother you, honestly. But, your music means so much to me and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something before you left.”
He smiles, his expression softening at how genuine she sounds. “It’s quite alright.”
“It’s not though. I’m sure you’d appreciate not being bothered for once.”
“No,” he cuts her off, “I love talking with fans.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure there’s days where you wish you could just go to a random store on the coast of France - so out of the way - and not be walked up to by a random person.”
“I mean, I guess, but you seem rather nice.”
“Thanks...I’ve been a fan long enough to know that there’s people who don’t always treat you with that kind of respect. I really wouldn’t have bothered you if it wouldn’t have changed my life.”
“Don’t feel like you’re a bother, please,” he pleads lightly as he grasps her hand out of instinct, dropping it immediately when he realizes what he’s done. “It’s the people who don’t actually come up to me and treat me like an animal that are upsetting. Or the people who are only after a photo and aren’t very nice to me. You… you’re treating me like a human being. Being overly courteous -- if I’m being honest.” He chuckles lightly at the end.
She blushes at his words and smiles up at him, mirroring the soft smile on his lips. “I’m only treating you how I would want to be treated if I were in your shoes.” She glances down at his feet and notices the Gucci boots and smiles to herself, laughing lightly.
“What?”
“We’ve got the same shoes on actually.”
“No way!” His voice is playful at first as he glances down at well and realizes she’s right. He laughs at the weird little coincidence.
“I’ve had these for years, my favorite shoes…” She mumbles, seeing the ways his eyes shift with a flash of concern. It’s what she fears he would think of her, why she was so hesitant to approach him in the first place. It’s why she had tried to hide her laugh from him when she noticed the similarity. She just wants to interact with him in a normal way. He again softens at her words, her sincerity, realizing it really just is one of those random things.
“They’re good shoes,” he laughs again, kicking his left heel with his right foot. The way she barely touched him to get his attention and the way she stays a safe distance from him is reassuring. She’s aware of his situation, yet she’s treating him with the utmost care and respect.
“So what brings you to Bayeux?” He asks, deciding he wants to continue the conversation with her. Y/N flits her eyes behind her shoulder and sees her mother watching their interaction out of the corner of her eye. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the counter her and Harry are at.
“Vacation, I guess. My family and I love to travel and ever since the pandemic settled down - finally, we’ve been jetting everywhere we’ve ever been or wanted to go. Seize the day vibes.” Her voice is serious, but she falters and laughs at the end. Her words are honest and she’s happy to actually get to talk to Harry more than just hello and a picture.
“I get that. You’re from America, yeah? It was really rough there for a long time.” He says solemnly, mirroring her figure, leaning against the counter, getting comfortable with her.
She laughs again, smiling up at him, eyes sparkling, completely in love with her idol, but desperately trying to play it cool. “The accent gives it away, huh? I’m trying to fix that, get a job out of the states and never go back.”
“Hey!” Harry interjects, throwing his hand out from his stance in her direction, like he might touch her, but this time being careful to not actually. “It’s not that bad. I like your accent...And I love LA.”
She can’t stop laughing with Harry. It feels so simple and common to just be talking with him. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush anywhere, but she also fears to take up too much of his time. “I’m originally from up north in California actually. Living in LA right now, though. But I don’t know, I’ve just always felt like I was meant to live somewhere else. Do you know how that is? Just feeling like you’re meant for something different?”
He watches the way she moves her hands and works through her thought process. He feels like in another world they would have been close friends. The way she talks about things is so familiar to him. It’s like she’s read his mind, even though he knows for sure she hasn’t. She’s funny and laid back, yet mature at the same time. He wonders how old she is, out of college it seems if she’s trying to get a job out of the United States. He wonders what she plans to do and who she wants to become. Her aura intrigues him to no end. He thinks he could talk to her for hours.
Realizing he hasn’t made any sort of response to her somewhat philosophical question, he nods quickly, eyes blinking rapidly, his body straightening up back to his full height. “Yeah..I mean that’s how I felt about music. Like, I always felt like I was meant for something more… Turns out I was!”
They smile together again, knowing the conversation is ending. She knows he won’t keep asking questions and she doesn’t want to keep him.
He knows he can’t completely turn himself over to this stranger, she’s obviously younger than him and even though he feels connected to her, she could surprise him still. He knows he can’t talk to her forever, the cashier glancing at the pair of them every so often since they haven’t been looking at any merchandise for a while now. He knows he shouldn’t flirt with her, ask her out for coffee or anything of the sort. He simply knows this must come to an end any moment now.
“You should definitely follow your heart,... I didn’t catch your name?” He realizes when he can’t finish his sentence by calling her name.
“Oh!” She says surprisedly, not realizing she never gave her name, “Y/N. And thank you, means a lot to hear encouragement come from someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. Honestly, thank you.”
He perks at the way she says her name, again feeling like he’s known her for much longer than these five minutes.
“It’s me who should be thanking you, Y/N. Your support is what makes my life the way it is. It means a lot to me - and you truly seem like a lovely person, genuinely.”
She throws her head back in laughter at all of the words he’s saying. The way he’s trying to convey his sincerity is earnest, but his word choice is simply funny to her. Without realizing what she’s doing, she throws out her arm and her hand lands on his bicep to steady herself while laughing - something she would do with anyone normally. He doesn’t shift from her grasp when she opens her eyes and even widens them at the sight in front of her. Her hand on Harry Styles. How is this happening? She thinks as he doesn’t disintegrate underneath her touch. He’s definitely real as she feels the coat fabric and the muscles beneath it. He smiles down at her, so sweetly that his dimples pop out. She’s in awe, but has to contain the slight sense of coolness she’d been maintaining during their conversation.
She removed her hand, gingerly, “I won’t keep you any longer, Harry.” She blushes when she says his name. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get a picture with you, but I totally understand if you’re not okay with that. I wouldn’t post it anywhere, it’s more just for me to remember this.” She rushes the last bit, feeling nervous and shy yet again. He was so big physically, but his presence was also so strong that she felt even smaller around him.
His smile calms her immediately and this time it's his hand to touch her, his hand landing over hers that’s been resting on the counter during their conversation.
“Of course,” His lips are soft and plush as they maintain his sweet smile. “Hey Mitch!” He looks over his shoulder as he calls to Mitch who has returned from the upstairs part of the shop.
Mitch blinks at the sight of Harry with a stranger before coming over, “Yeah?”
“Do you mind taking a picture of Y/N and me?”
Y/N is still in disbelief of what is going on, completely awestruck that Harry just said her name again to Mitch Rowland. And that Mitch Rowland was even in this shop with her as well. She hadn’t realized that at first. But now she was going to be forever grateful to her father for insisting they come back to Bayeux during this trip.
Mitch nods and takes her phone once she slips it out of her pocket, fingers fidgeting to get it open quickly. Mitch smiles at her reassuringly as she lets go and moves to stand beside Harry against the counter. He pulls her into his side gently and her hand goes around his waist, feeling his warmth and substantiality for the first true time. She tries to ground herself in the moment, memorizing every detail of right now. His cologne that emanates from his neck, the way the material of his jacket feels against her bare arm, the way he puffs out a slight laugh as Mitch shifts around to get most of their bodies in the frame. Oh and the way he looks when he tilts his neck to check on her and he even risks a wink of one of his emerald eyes and she promises herself she’ll never give away any of the clothes she’s wearing right now. Her nonchalant response is to wink right back and then they both smile, turning back their attention to the phone in Mitch’s hands.
Her mom had gone up to the cashier, effectively distracting them from the photoshoot that had begun to take place. Y/N never wants Harry to let go of her, but again she knows this can’t last forever. Mitch takes a couple of photos before handing the phone back. Y/N assumes that’s it and is about to thank Harry, but he speaks over her and her words die in her throat.
“How do they look?”
“Oh?” She flips through them and Harry leans over her shoulder, respectfully. “Pretty good,” she sums up, she loves them and she’d love even more, but she’d obviously never ask Harry for that.
“Pretty good?” He echoes, unsure of her response, looking from her to the photos, “Do you want to take more?”
She thinks on his offer, already knowing the right answer, “No, no. It’s all good. Thanks.”
Then turning to face Mitch, who’s been watching the pair of them converse, “Could I actually get a photo with you, Mitch? Sorry if that’s super weird, I just think you’re really cool. I had no idea you were even here until, uh, Harry called you over.” She laughs nervously, blushing yet again.
Harry laughs under his breath at how both her and Mitch blush at her words. She’s more unsure with Mitch, which he finds interesting. She had carried their conversation easily and maintained eye contact casually, but with Mitch, it was like he was her schoolyard crush, nervous hands and fleeting glances. He wondered if she genuinely only liked Harry for his music and didn’t find him physically attractive. This nagging feeling at the back of his mind perplexed him, he twitched trying to shrug it off. Why did he care if this woman found Mitch attractive and not him?
“Yeah, of course. It’s not weird, have had plenty of people say much weirder things to me than that…” He smiles at Y/N and she mirrors his expression, but then she bites her lip. Her expression falters slightly as she processes his words. “I’m sorry if you’ve had similar experiences as Harry with so-called fans being disrespectful and inconsiderate.”
“No need to apologize, you’ve been nothing but kind and respectful,” Harry interjects
She only fidgets at his words. She’s growing slightly more nervous, being in the presence of both Mitch and Harry was starting to wear on her calm exterior. Still, Mitch trades places with Harry and Harry plucks her phone from her hands. He takes more photos than Mitch, doing close ups and full shots, causing Mitch and Y/N to laugh as they hold onto each other. He gives them little instructions on what to do in the photos and soon Y/N is rolling her eyes at Harry like she’s been best friends with him for ages. She feels like she’s just out with a couple of her friends and they decided to stop and pose for photos randomly, rather than meeting rock legends that she had only dreamt of ever seeing in real life.
When Harry is finally satisfied and comes up to the pair of them, she moves away from Mitch first, his long hair shifting as she pulls away from his side. She turns to face him immediately and starts to gush, “You’re an amazing guitarist, by the way. I forgot to say that. When I heard ‘She’ for the first time...I was blown away. The guitar on it...Feels like you’re in another universe. And it follows up ‘To Be So Lonely’ which your guitar on it is also like crazy epic. ”
Harry and Mitch laugh, but Mitch’s smile is appreciative, like he’s about to speak, but Harry speaks first, “That’s because he was in another universe. You know the story?”
She smiles and nods. Harry nods in approval. Mitch interjects, “Thank you. Also, Y/N,” he stares intently at her face and she meets his gaze this time, “You’re truly one of the kindest people - maybe the kindest - who have come up to us. And I’m not just saying that because you complimented my guitar playing.”
“He’s right,” Harry nods solemnly. Her face beams up at them both, now she really felt like this was too good to be true. Meeting her idols and having them both say very complimentary things about her, she’d cherish it forever.
“You both are amazing people and deserve to be treated as such.” Her tone is the sincerest she’s ever been, meaning every single thing she says. Then she rushes out her next few sentences, “But thank you again, seriously, you both mean a lot to me - I’ll let you get back to it...Have a nice day!”
After they say their farewells swiftly, she turns to leave and bounces over to her mother who is grinning with pride for her daughter. Before she exits completely she risks a glance over her shoulder and throws a peace sign up, Harry returns it. Then she walks out of the shop, her mother finishing up her shopping minutes ago. Mitch and Harry stay back, talking and continuing to look around the store.
Y/N tries to keep her cool until they’re out of sight of the shop. Once they round the corner and are on the next street over, she’s jumping up and down and squealing to her mom. “Can you actually believe it? What the fuck just happened? That was real right? I wasn’t hallucinating?”
Her mom laughs and reassures her it was real, “You did that, I’m so proud of you. You handled yourself very maturely”
“Well I tried! I can’t believe Mitch was there too!” She interjects, cutting off her mom, completely ecstatic from the previous experience.
“So how did the photos come out?” Her mom asks once Y/N had stopped rambling about Harry’s outfit and their matching shoes and their conversation and basically anything that had happened in the last ten minutes. They were blocks from the shop now.
“Photos?”
“Yeah, the photos you took with them. How do they look? I was ready to come over, but then that other man popped out of nowhere.”
“He’s smooth like that,” she says wistfully, her little crush on Mitch being nowhere near her love for Harry, but still present, and pats for her phone. “Oh.” She says, stopping in her tracks.
Her mother stops with her, “What?”
“I...I left my phone in the store, I guess.”
“Y/N…” Her mom drags out her name in exasperation, in awe of her daughter’s ability to be so smooth with her own idol yet how forgetful she could still be.
“Shit!” She confirms that her phone is nowhere to be found.
“Really?” Her mother sighs, hands sitting on her hips in the center of the French street.
“Sorry?” She asks sheepishly. In her starstruck stupor she had been too transfixed on Harry and Mitch and must have placed it down on the counter.
“Well, let’s go back,” her mother states, tired but also not completely mad. She lost her phone plenty of times and it was usually because of less acceptable reasons. Meeting your idols warranted a spacey head.
The door chimes as Y/N reenters the store, she walks quickly to wear she had her conversation with Harry almost twenty minutes ago and her mom goes to ask the clerk if they had grabbed it. It’s not on the counter where they had been leaning. She glances around checking to see if it had fallen on the ground or if by some grand luck Harry and Mitch were still there. Due to her luck, neither of these hopes came true. Her mom joins her in the area and shakes her head, the clerk hadn’t gotten any phones turned in since they had left the first time.
“Give me your phone,” Y/N says suddenly. “Find my iphone,” she explains when her mom looks at her questioningly. Checking the phone, she sighs in exasperation, silently cursing herself for not sharing her location with her mom when her phone icon says ‘location unavailable’. She rubs a hand over her face in disappointment.
“Don’t click the sound button!” Her mom says quickly, “If someone stole it, they’ll turn it off when they hear it.”
“But how am I supposed to find it? It could be here and I just can’t see it.” Her finger hovers over the ‘play sound’ button, hesitant, but desperate. She had met and gotten photos with Harry Styles and they were already gone - oh and she’d have to replace her phone, which would be terrible, as well.
“Maybe Harry Styles has it?”
“Mom, don’t be dumb.”
“Hey! Watch your tone. I’m serious. Did he ever hand it back to you after he took those second round of pictures?”
Y/N scratches her head nervously and hands back her mom’s phone. She places both over her face and presses her fingers harshly over her eyes trying to think. She hadn’t been paying attention to her phone at the time, too busy trying to commit everything about Harry to memory in her mind so that she’d never forget it. She was sure she’d never forget today, now, even if she ever stopped loving Harry, which she was doubtful of. Hey kids, I met a rockstar and I was so starstruck I lost my phone in France! She groaned. “Oh my fucking god!”
After a few deep breaths with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, she composed herself, “We need to play the sound. Either it’s here and we’ll find it. Or - worst case scenario - it sounds and Harry Styles realizes he has my phone and we go from there… Well, I guess in the worst case scenario some jerk stole it and they turn it off and sell it for parts, but I just don’t think that’s what happened.” She bites her lip and stares at her mom, who hesitantly raises her finger to press the button that sets off the alarm on the lost phone. She clicks it after an overly dramatic pause. Y/N prays to anyone who’s willing to listen, she says in her mind, please sound the phone in here. Life would be so much simpler if it worked out the way we wanted. But, in place of the annoying echoing ring of the Find My iPhone tone there is only silence. At least there’s silence in the little shop in Bayeux.
-
In a tiny taxi cab that was headed to a small chateau outside of the town of Bayeux, the phone sounds and causes Harry to furrow his brows. He was sure he had his phone on ‘do not disturb’, but he pulls it out anyway to see why it’s making this annoying sound. What he pulls out of his coat pocket is not his phone he realizes immediately.
“Shit,” he says under his breath, still loud enough for Mitch to look over from the opposite passenger seat.
“What?”
“This isn’t my phone.”
“What?”
Harry rolls his eyes at Mitch’s repeated question and opens up his purse digging out his actual phone and holds up his and the one he had apparently stolen.
“Oh, yeah, that’s not your phone. That’s not good.”
Harry huffs as he turns the unknown phone over in his hand, the screen was a scene of a city he didn’t actually recognize - San Francisco maybe - the lavender silicone case is smooth in his hand and he notices a little sticker, it’s of Y/N and two other women. His eyes widen at it and it makes a little more sense to him. He hadn’t really stolen a phone, he just forgot to give it back. It wasn’t much better, but it was how he was going to comfort himself. Dropping his own phone in his lap, he runs his hand through his hair, rings slightly tugging at his mused curls. Then he turns the sticker to show Mitch, “It’s that girl we met, it’s her phone.”
“You stole her phone,” Mitch states. Voice deadpan and eyes boring into Harry’s.
“No!” Harry defends, but quickly slumps, “I mean, technically? Yes...But-” Mitch’s laughter cuts him off. “You’re an idiot, Harry, y’know that?”
-
“I feel like I’m on punk’d right now…” Y/N grumbles as it becomes clear that the phone is not in this shop. “If this is punk’d, at least my phone’s not actually gone,” she says to no one really. Her mom is pacing the store and stops to look at her daughter, “This is most definitely not punk’d for so many reasons, dear. Mainly because the show got canceled but also because we are in Bayeux, France not Malibu.”
“Fuck…”
She walks out of the shop, barely paying a glance to the shop keeper this time, her usual kind demeanor nowhere to be found under the piles of distress and anxiety plaguing her body.
Back out on the street she looks around, again hoping that with any luck Harry is still around and will come running up to her to give her back her phone. Again, no such luck.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” She looks to her mom helplessly, her arms flapping by her sides, defeated.
-
“What the fuck am I going to do?” Harry asks as they get out of the taxi, glancing at the purple phone in his hand.
Mitch shrugs, “Hope she has her location on?”
“Then she’s going to come here...But wouldn’t she have tried to track it first instead of playing the sound?”
“Dude, I don’t know.You can try to unlock it and find her mom’s number, get in contact with them.” Mitch sighs as they walk through the front door. “Or we can go back to town, see if they’re still there? Did you get her last name? You could find her on social media maybe?”
“I feel terrible...She was so nice.” Harry throws his bags down on the entryway couch and begins to pace, Y/N’s phone never leaving his hand. “Could go back into town tomorrow, maybe we’ll run into each other again.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Mitch sits and runs a hand through his hair, “Just calm down, right now, Harry. There’s not much else you can do.”
He’s right and Harry tries to not fixate on the phone, but he fiddles with it for the rest of the day. He doesn’t let it leave his sight and sets it beside his bed when he gets ready to go to sleep. As he shifts in the bed, unable to fall asleep he takes the phone and begins trying to unlock it, guessing random numbers and failing miserably. Eventually, he decides he should go to bed and drifts off into an uncomfortable sleep.
-
After being unsuccessful in town, Y/N and her mom went back to the little villa they were staying at on the outskirts of Bayeux. It was located next to some vineyards that the villa co-owned with the private chateau that sat on the other side of the vines. It was beautiful and she had been so excited to be staying there. But after the events of today, she was not in the mood to join the rest of her family for dinner among the grapes. She lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she had been so stupid to forget to ask for her phone back.
In the middle of the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat. She’s still in the clothes she had worn out and was laying on top of her covers at the end of her bed. All the windows of the room were closed and her shades weren’t drawn. Groggily, she rose from her uncomfortable position and changed. Moving to the window to let some air in she sees the lights flickering in a room of the private chateau across the way. She wondered why someone would willingly be up at this hour, even though she was unsure exactly what time it was without her phone. Her phone. That’s what had woken her up. She had dreamt that her mom had called her phone and the frog from the Frog and the Toad stories had picked it up. That was ridiculous, of course, but the idea to call her phone instead of just pinging it was solid. If Harry still had it, then he could pick up and they could figure out how to meet up. She decided she’d have to do that at a reasonable hour, however and moved on, opening her windows and closing the sheer shades, before getting under her covers to sleep.
-
Y/N wakes up early the next morning. Her sleep a restless one. Padding down the hall to her parent’s room, she knocks solemnly. She was far from a morning person and it was much to her mother’s surprise to see her standing in the hallway when she opened the door.
“Hey..” her voice catches in her throat, scratchy from lack of use in the night.
“Good morning, sunshine,” her mother laughs slightly, but Y/N only gives her an unamused look and walks into her room immediately searching for her mom’s phone.
“Need to use your phone, gonna call my phone,” she mutters, none of her thoughts being coherent sentences.
“Y/N, it’s 7 am. You’re going to call Harry Styles at 7 am? With your morning voice?”
Her eyes narrow and her lips form a straight line one her face, clearly not amused by her mother’s questions. Even if she knew her mom was right. She clears her throat and rolls her eyes at her mom, who is moving around the room beginning to get ready for the day as her daughter sits on the rumpled bed. Y/N’s father had already gone out to breakfast in the main area of the villa.
“Fine,” she slides off the bed when she realizes her mom isn’t offering her any more words of wisdom. “I’ll get ready for the day and then I will call my phone.”
Pattering back to her room, she slowly begins to dress and liven herself up for the day. Her hands instinctively reach out to her bedside table to pick up her phone to turn some music on, but of course she’s greeted with nothing. She groans loudly, “Of. Fucking. Course.” Shaking her head, she moves to take fresh clothes out of her suitcase.
Exiting her room again, this time far more awake, she walks down the hallway in a babydoll style top that read “Don’t play with my heart” with little girls playing racquetball with a red heart emblazoned over her chest and white jean floods. Her feet were covered in red high top converse today, matching the color of the small heart on her shirt. She liked the contrast of the white pants and the bright red of the shoes and she smiled to herself as she walked confidently into the breakfast area.
Her entire family was sitting around one of the tables, sipping coffee and eating pastries, it was now around 8:45 - a slightly more acceptable part of the day. They were all early risers, especially in comparison to her, and her older sister looks at her curiously. “What are you doing up so early, kid?” Y/N leans down to grab a slice of a peach from her brother’s place, which earns her a slight yelp of protest. She rolls her eyes at her sister and stalks off to the buffet, knowing she’s made her presence known enough.
“Can I borrow your phone now?” Y/N says after finishing a small danish and the lukewarm coffee that was at their table when she arrived. Her mother finally nods and hands it over. As Y/N grabs it, she’s already halfway out the doors that lead into the backyard of the villa.
She stands on the grass that goes for a few feet before a hedge that separates the villa ground with the vineyard. Flipping through the contacts, she settles on hers and sighs, trying to calm her nerves. Her free hand ghosts over her hair and she uses one foot to step lightly on the heel of the other shoe. Please pick up, she sends out a prayer once again. Her last twenty-four hours seemed to consist of dreams, hopes, and prayers and she was starting to realize that she didn’t particularly like any of them. Biting her lip, she raises her phone up to her ear and gets her automatic voice message. Realizing she has her phone on ‘do not disturb’, she immediately rings herself again, knowing that it will go through this time.
-
Harry strolls out of his bathroom and widens his eyes when he hears a buzzing hear his bed. Seeing it’s Y/N’s phone he grabs it quickly and furrows his brow at the contact. Her mother’s name, but he doesn’t know that. To him it’s just a person’s name, it could be anyone she knew. Still, he thought about the odds of it being just one of her friends or her calling from someone else’s phone and decided to risk it.
“Hello?”
“Thank fucking God!” is all he hears and he’s pretty sure it’s Y/N’s voice.
“Y/N?” He laughs and takes a seat on his bed, staring out his window that opened to the vineyard.
“Yes! Harry? Hi!” She’s ecstatic that anyone picked up at all, bouncing up and down on the other side of the phone. She mutters to herself, once again, “Thank fucking God.”
“Who’s phone are you calling from?”
“Oh, my mom’s,” she says, calming down slightly as she begins to walk around the grass, unable to contain the renewed sense of energy she has.
“You don’t keep her in your contacts as ‘mum’? I almost didn’t pick up.” He tilts his head, trying to think of anyone else he knew who kept their mother’s contact as the actual name rather than ‘mum’ or some other variant of it.
“Well, thanks for picking up,” she laughs at his words, bringing her pacing to a stop to stare at the chateau across the way. “It’s really not that weird,” she insists, her arm going to cradle the elbow of the arm that holds the phone to her ear. “I don’t think any of my siblings have her as ‘mom’ in their contacts.”
“I think it’s a little weird. I’m going to have to start asking people what they’ve got their mum down as in their phones. You’ve got me intrigued,” he muses, only slightly teasing. A smile curves onto his face as he hears her huff over the phone, obviously not liking his ribbing.
“So...you have my phone,” she changes the subject.
“Yes…” he scratches his head and she swears she could hear him awkwardly rubbing at his hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I forgot to give it back.”
“Not entirely your fault, I probably should have asked for it back. It was like twenty minutes before I even realized I didn’t have it and that was only really thanks to my mom.” She tries to not make him feel bad, because she honestly felt responsible for the mess up.
“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t’ve realized till I got back to my place and pulled out one phone from my pocket and another one from my bag if you hadn’t tried the ‘find my iphone’ thing.”
“Oh my god, was it loud!? Did you have a hard time shutting it off?” She rushes as all the possible ways she might have annoyed Harry yesterday run through her mind.
“No, no, it was fine,” he reassures her, laughing lightly, standing up now and beginning to pace in front of his window. “Felt like a proper dick, though. Never in my life have I forgotten to give someone their phone back.” He sighs and stops in front of the window, deciding to open it for some fresh air.
Her gaze flits to a movement on the second floor of the chateau, someone opening up their window apparently. The long paned windows flip open and the little sheer curtains flutter in the slight morning breeze.
“So are you still in Bayeux?” Harry asks, hoping her answer is ‘yes’ as he takes in a deep breath of the air from outside.
“Yeah. Are you still here?” She asks timidly, moving her gaze down to her shoes bright red sticking out of the green grass. “Because that will make getting my phone back much easier,” she adds, clarifying that it’s not supposed to be a personal question, just simply a logistical one. Even if her heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Harry again.
“Yes, I am. Well...just outside the town actually.”
“You don’t say? I’m staying just outside of town, too. At a little villa located next to a vineyard,” She looks around her surroundings again, walking the length of the garden once more. A movement from the same room that had opened their windows at the chateau catching her eye once again. A man, with his arm placed on the sill, leaning out slightly.
“You’re not wearing red shoes by any chance?” He smiles and she can hear the way it affects his words. Looking out of the window, he eyes the villa and the person who was pacing around its patio, seemingly on the phone.
Her brows raise and she stops in her tracks. “Did you just open your window?”
The only response from Harry that she hears is a soft chuckle. But, more importantly, the man in the chateau is waving to her. She grins and waves her free hand over her head, doing a slight jump to make sure he sees her. His laughter only grows, crackling slightly over the telephone line.
“What are the odds?” She breathes out after a moment. Her waving hand fell to her side and she looked at the figure in the window. It wasn’t exactly clear to her that it was Harry, but the way the man was hunched was enough to convince her. She vaguely sees him shake his head in agreement at the serendipitous nature of their current situation.
“Have you had a chance to dine in the vineyard yet?” Harry bites his lip after he asks the question, feeling a little more confident in his flirtation over the phone.
“I have - only once for dinner. Last night I was so stressed I couldn’t eat.”
“What do you think about lunch in the vineyard?” He’s smiling now, the charm dripping in every word he says. His accent is music to her ears and she thinks how could she ever say no to that offer.
“I don’t know...lunch with my phone thief?” She imitates an unsure tone. Her tease is lighthearted and Harry huffs, playfully indignant.
“As an apology for keeping your phone by mistake,” he adds, emphasizing the ‘by mistake’ part.
“As long as I can get my phone back, I’m up for anything you want,” She laughs, but then blushes at the innuendo that could be found in her words. Harry hears it and an amused look spreads across his face, the definition of anything running through his mind as well as his assured belief that Y/N did not mean what she had just implied. “I mean! Not anything, I just...Lunch in the vineyard would be lovely, Harry.” She sighs, a hand trailing down her face at her complete foolishness.
“Great. How does one o’clock sound?” He moves on from her slip, not wanting to embarrass her anymore. Especially when he was the one to cause this entire situation.
“Sounds smashing, Mr. Thief,” She breathes out, but laughs when she hears Harry groan.
“You’re something else, missy.”
“I know.” She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her giggles at their playful back and forth.
“See you at one.” He says finally.
“See you at one.” She echoes, continuing to watch him in the window. Neither of them seem to move to hang up. She’s stood in place and so is he, his head hanging out of the window now, resting himself on his arm. It’s just their breathing exchanging over the line and some gusts of wind crackling the connection every so often.
“Are you going to hang up?” She whispers, after a minute of complete silence, her voice coming out impossibly small.
“Thought you would’ve by now.”
“I don’t know why I can’t.” She admits, but she just feels weird hanging up on him even if they have plans to see each other later.
“Me neither.” His response causes her to tilt her head in confusion. Why would he have trouble hanging up on her?
“Okay.”
Then, it’s quiet again. Both of them shifting their bodies around, yet still managing to stay on the line. Y/N is the one who hangs up the phone after hearing Harry’s breath shake slightly, like he’s steeling himself to actually hang up. She realizes that while she doesn’t want to hang up on him, she’d rather do it than have him hang up on her. If that made any sense. She wasn’t sure, but the way he had invited her to lunch, it just felt like he had shifted their relationship from fan and star to something else. Something she didn’t fully grasp, but whatever it was made her stomach flip.
-
She informed her family that she wouldn’t be going out with them today and that she was getting her phone back, but not that she would be having lunch with Harry. She had no idea what they would think about it, but she didn’t want to give them the chance to inform her.
Walking through the vineyards, she watches the slight dust from the dirt gather on her shoes, the red converse. She had settled on what she had been wearing originally after changing her outfit upwards of twenty times. Best to be casual, she thought, like it was no big deal that she was about to dine with a musician whom she loved.
There was only one table on this side of the vineyard, it was the part owned by the chateau, a couple rows from where the villa had their tables. The simple cream tablecloth laid across the wooden table that had two matching wooden chairs with cream cushions placed around it. On top of the table was a picnic basket and a bottle of red wine, made from the grapes in the vineyard. And in one of the chairs sat Harry. Big square green glasses perched on his nose as he looked up at the sky. Y/N takes in his appearance, his cream shirt with stitched patterns on it, half unbuttoned to grant a full view of his swallows and butterfly as well as baggy light wash ripped jeans and dirty white vans. His shirt almost matches the tablecloth, but she’s not sure if he would take that as a compliment.
He hadn’t noticed her presence and he rubs his lips together, smoothing the lip balm he had applied before settling outside.
“Mr. thief?” She touches lightly on his shoulder, similar to how she had done yesterday. His head shoots up and he readjusts in his chair, to sit up slightly more upright. A smile curves onto his face and he moves his glasses up into his hair, pushing his curls back behind them.
“Y/N,” he drags out her name, toying with the sound of it. His eyes flit over her figure, taking in her outfit but quickly run back to her beautiful face. He motions for her to take a seat and she complies.
“The red shoes,” he smiles, glancing at her shoes. She laughs and does a little click of her heels.
“Can’t believe my phone was less than a mile away from me last night.”
“Oh! Your phone!” Harry’s eyes widened, “I forgot it in my room!”
Y/N laughs, her smile spreading on her face immediately, but her face falls when she sees Harry isn’t laughing. “You can’t be serious.” Harry says nothing, a blush creeping up his neck. “Harry…” she doesn’t know what else to say, scratching at the back of her head. “I guess stars really are just like us, complete space cadets.”
“I’m sorry! I was..distracted.”
She can’t keep herself from laughing and she places her hand over Harry’s on the table, trying to calm him down. “No worries, seriously, I was just teasing you. I’ve gone this long without my phone, an hour or so more won’t kill me.”
He smiles sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for how foolish he had made himself look. “Sorry ‘bout that. Seems like I’m really trying to keep your phone, doesn’t it?”
“Kind of...but I don’t think there’s anything in particular on there that you’d really be interested in having access to.”
He grabs the bottle of wine and takes the temporary cork off, he had previously uncorked it before Y/N had arrived. He pours the wine and then quirks a brow towards her. “I’m sure you’ve got some funny notes on there, you’re hilarious.”
She scoffs as his look is serious. Picking her glass up, she clinks it with Harry’s and takes a sip. She hums at the taste, judging the flavor and deeming it good. He watches her as she makes her silent decision and smirks at the way she smiles to herself. Coming back to the conversation she makes eye contact with Harry as she sets the glass down and leans back in her chair.
“You barely know me.” A coy smile flits across her features now. Harry’s heart skips a beat at her tone. He had been expecting some lighthearted quip, but this held something far more intense. It’s still teasing, but it’s far closer to flirting than friendly joking.
He begins to unpack the basket and place food onto the table, eyes constantly flickering between his task and Y/N. Her eyes are fixated on his hands, the way they flex and move and the way his rinks clink against the containers he’s moving around.
“Then tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything.” He finishes placing the food on the table and removes the basket from the table so there’s nothing obstructing their view of each other.
“Very specific,” she takes a sip of her wine again, refraining from rolling her eyes. It was easy to talk to Harry, like they had been friends forever.
Harry lets out one of his loud single laughs. “See! You’re hilarious.” His compliment makes her finally roll her eyes playfully. Instead of responding, she puts some food onto the plate in front of her and takes a bite of a peach slide she had grabbed.
“You’re a flirt,” she says finally, her smile spreading across her face.
“That’s a fact ‘bout me not you, love.”
She bites her lip. For being extremely forgetful, Harry was also extremely charming. “Well, I’m not a fan of flirts.”
“I thought you said you were a massive fan yesterday?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at her with an inviting look in his eye, obviously trying to goad her.
She let out a gasp at his words and began to blush. His stare felt like a second sun boring straight into her, its heat traveling directly to her core. Trying to maintain her collected appearance that she had played so well yesterday, she takes a breath and another sip of wine. The liquid ran down her throat, soothing her. Shaking her head she says, “You know what I meant.”
Biting a piece of bread, Harry nods and shoots her a wink. Her legs instinctively shift together. Finishing his chewing, he speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, tell me more about yourself.”
They settle in, getting more serious and having an actual conversation rather than flirty comments shot back and forth. By the end of the bottle of wine, Harry and Y/N are cackling about some story she’s told about her first solo trip to Amsterdam and all the trouble she got into being a twenty year old college student with easy legal access to weed.
“I remember the first time I went to Amsterdam with the band,” Harry easily segways into his own story and she perks at the words ‘the band’. After all the fun they had been having talking and getting to know each other, the idea that Harry was a famous musician had left her mind completely. For the last forty-five minutes he had just been a really nice guy who was treating her to lunch.
She looks at him expectantly. “It was crazy cool, I think I was only seventeen then? But everyone else was over 18 so they bought us a bunch of pot and we smoked it and got high off our asses. Can barely remember what we talked about, but we definitely thought it was the smartest shit ever”
“Do you ever miss that?”
He finishes off his last bit of wine, “Being young and dumb?”
“No, the, like, relationship you had with them. I don’t mean to pry, but I feel like with any close relationship, when you stop being together all the time...it’s never the same.”
Harry sighs, thinking over what you had said, now knowing it was rather serious and not just about being young. He runs a hand through his soft curls before starting his response. “Short answer is yes. But, y’know, they were my family for so long and that bond doesn’t go away, even if we go through rough patches. Like that part of my life is such an essential part of who I am, I could never throw it away or discount it. I don’t know if I miss it all of the time though. I really like who I am right now.”
She nods, finishing her wine now too. Her body is fuzzy and warm under the soft light of the afternoon. Sharing a bottle of wine was enough to make her tipsy, but she felt sober enough to carry on their serious conversation. “That’s good. It’s important to like who you are right now. It’s how you know you’re ready to be there for others.” She says thoughtfully and then adds, “I like who I am right now, too.”
Harry smiles at her, a calm expression maintaining on his face, and twists his rings on his fingers. “That’s good,” he echoes. “Do you want to go for a walk?” His voice is soft and of course she’s going to say yes.
Her response is to stand up from the table and begin putting things back into the picnic basket. Harry watches her for a moment, taking in the way she moves with so much elegance even when doing such a mundane task. He is honestly so happy that he had gotten to see her again. She had intrigued him yesterday, but he had just expected her to be one of those fleeting thoughts in his mind. Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a feeling she would live in his memory for far longer. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll come back later and grab it all.”
“You set this all up, the least I can do is clean up a little,” She looks up at him from her crouched position as she packs up the leftover food into the basket still on the ground. Her hair is slightly falling into her face and she reaches to push it behind her ear while they continue to look at one another. Harry takes his lower lip into his mouth as he continues to look at her, trying to convince himself she’s not the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.
As they walk between the grapes, they continue to talk, further investigating Y/N’s job aspirations and what Harry was planning on for his next few weeks of vacation. He leads them down a dirt path after they cross the street, moving away from both the villa and the chateau. The path has tall grass flanking its sides that pushes around in the cool summer breeze. She mentions the beautiful sound of the birds chirping and Harry agrees. They walk until they reach the small lake that’s about a ten minute walk from their respective current residences. It’s not a lake for swimming so there’s no one around, just more tall grass, some small trees, and the animals.
“It’s really so beautiful here.”
“I love it a lot, I’ve been coming down here every evening and just sitting alone for an hour or so,” Harry motions to the little wooden bench located beneath a shady tree. She looks at him questioningly, unsure if he means for them to sit. He takes her hand in response and leads them over to it. It’s right before the edge of the pond and if their legs were just a bit longer they could touch the feet into the water.
“It’s nice,” She says, turning her attention from the scenery to stare at Harry, who she finds is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and she bites her lip. He’s so close to her. Closer than they were in the shop yesterday and now their faces are on the same level. His glasses are still pushed into his curls and she decides to pluck them from his head and place them over her eyes instead. Harry protests, but she says smugly, “I’m putting them to better use than just sitting a top that head of yours. It’s quite bright out.”
Harry leans into her, extending his arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench. She sighs peacefully, with her gaze now hidden behind the glasses. She returns her gaze out against the water and tries to shift closer to Harry casually. They stay silent, listening to the rest of the world moving around them. Soon she’s resting nestled into his side and his arm has moved from the bench to rest around her shoulders. She exhales in contentment, but neither of them have said anything for a while. They were okay with it, being held was enough. Her right hand goes up and threads with Harry’s that is hanging limply against her.
After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decides he wants to talk. “I like being around you.”
“I like being around you too, Harry. You’re different than I had expected.”
“Really?”
“Yeah..I mean there’s that sinister quote about how you should never meet your heroes. But still, you were even kinder than I expected and even though you stole my phone,” she pauses to laugh,”it kind of turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I got to see you again.”
“Thanks…” Harry sighs and she turns her face to gaze up at him. “Well, yeah, now I’m sorta glad I did take your phone. You’re really wonderful.” She smiles and he smiles just as wide.
But then her smile falters, suddenly remembering everything. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, she mentioned that thing about heroes and it all came crashing down around her. Yes, it was amazing to be around Harry and it was great that he had been so down to earth. But what she had just said was true too. He was her hero, he was famous and their lives didn’t connect at all. Just that one fleeting moment in the shop. If she hadn’t known him they would have never interacted. She had even been on her last legs of being in that store, she was just about to ask her mom to leave when Harry had walked through the door.
She sits up and drops her hand from his and he looks at her confused. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks, concerned. She stands up now and walks the short distance to the edge of the water, pushing his glasses on top of her head. He follows quickly, growing anxious as she stays silent. “I just..” she laughs in spite of herself, “I just feel really dumb right now.”
“What? Why?” Harry’s really confused now, she won’t meet his gaze as he faces her trying to figure out what just happened.
“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking for even a second this could ever be something more.” She turns to Harry finally, looking him directly in the eye, even though her eyes are prickling with tears. She’s angry with herself, not Harry. “You’re you and I’m just a fan at the end of the day. All of the flirting and touching, it can’t be anything more. At most, I’m a one night stand. And as great as that would be in the moment, I know how I feel about you and I know it would ruin me. I can’t be a fling for you, Harry. I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” he grabs her arm, trying to comfort her, she shrugs him off. “You’re more than a fan to me, I thought that was obvious by now. You wouldn’t be some meaningless one night stand. When I say I like being around you, I mean I like you, Y/N.” His voice is strong yet soft. He needs to convince her that she can feel comfortable around him, but he sees the darkness in her eyes, how scared she is of being hurt.
“I don’t fit into your life, Harry.” She shakes her head, moving her hands more as she grows more anxious.
“That’s not true. You told me you want to move to England, we could see each other there and see if this was anything.”
She knows he’s right, that it was possible, but she had worked herself up so much now that she had a hard time believing it. She takes a deep breath, “Just answer me this. Would you have given me a second glance if I hadn’t come up to you in that shop yesterday? Or a second thought if there hadn’t been the phone mishap?”
Harry is taken aback. Her words had nothing to do with what he had just said. He had thought his solution was actually really great, a plan he had been meaning to tell her if the rest of the day had gone accordingly, which it didn’t seem to be doing. He pauses and if Y/N was anymore distraught that would have been her cue to leave. Thankfully, she had grounded herself enough in the situation to not let her hot head get in the way of this conversation.
“That’s a pretty unfair question, Y/N. It’s not like I’m constantly looking for someone to fancy.”
“Just answer the questions.”
“Probably not, about the first one, I hadn’t even noticed anyone in the shop before you came up to me. I was off in my own world.” She nods, taking his words into account. He continues, “But yes, about the second one, I thought about you in the car ride home before your phone even rang. Like I said, I like you.”
“Okay.” She softens.
“That’s it?”
“I mean you’re right. We could see each other in London and see if this is something. I just had to know about the other stuff, it was racing through my mind and I wouldn’t get over it unless you gave me an answer.”
“Oh, so can I kiss you?” His words broke the uncomfortable tension that had surrounded them.
“You still want to?” Her voice is small and unsure. The most nervous she had been around Harry was right now.
“I want to do so much more than that, darling, you have no idea.” He cups her cheek and wraps an arm around her waist. She giggles in nervous anticipation. Then his lips gently push onto hers and she sighs into the kiss. At the edge of the lake, the pair of them taste each other for the first time. Tongues begin licking into each other’s mouths and the kiss becomes breathless. Her hands are at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her while he tightens his grasp around her waist. She moans slightly when Harry nips at her lower lip and he smirks, happy with the sound she makes.
“We should probably go get my phone.” Harry whimpers at her words.
“What?” Harry is once again confused by the woman before him, who had now pulled from their kiss.
“My phone is in your room…” She trails off and then eyes widen and he giggles excitedly. Eventually realizing what she’s implying.
“Yes! Yes, we should go do that. Get your phone. In my room. Sounds like a good idea. Mhmm.” He pecks her lips between each sentence.
“You’re so weird,” she laughs and brings down his shades onto her face once again. He pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head as they begin their walk back to the chateau.
“Do you want your phone or not?”
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You said make a requests so here I am! Nori comforting a reader when they have a panic attack?
Word Count : 846 - really short lol
Pairing : Nori x gn reader
Warnings : Panic Attacks
Author's Note : Sorry this took me so long! I really appreciate the request though, and hope you enjoy!
Everything was too much.
The noises were too loud. The sun was too bright. Your clothes- your skin- were suffocating. You just wanted to go home.
Tears burn your eyes like molten metal as you stumble through the thick crowds of Dale, breath wheezing past your lips as you pulled against your collar. Where were you? What time was it? Oh god, everyone was going to think you were crazy. They were all staring, weren’t they? Oh no, the tears- they blur your vision- you cannot see. Boots pad heavily against stone, the feet underneath feeling weighed to the ground. The sky was too vast. The men were too tall. The buildings were too big. It all surrounded you and made you feel like a tiny animal trapped in an ever-shrinking cage.
You didn’t really know where you were going, all you knew was that you had to keep moving or else you’d never be able to move again; you’d turn to stone right there in the streets of Dale. But whether by accident or pure subconscious instinct, you found yourself at Nori’s usual table in his favorite pub. It was a booth secluded off in the corner, most overlooked it, and more often than not it was shrouded in darkness. You always poked fun at him for it being such a dramatic spot, but right now it was perfect.
Shrugging off your multiple coats, and hastily tearing off your boots, you sit in the very corner of the booth, pulling your knees to your chest. You tried to ground yourself, really you did, but even there in the quietest spot you’d been in all day, everything still hurt your senses.
“Hey- what are you doin here?”
You could’ve recognized that voice from anywhere. On its own, your body reached out for Nori, tears flowing with newfound vigor. “I-It’s too much. I can’t- I- I can’t.”
“Oh, ‘ibinê..” He whispers, carefully pulling you close to him as he sits, blocking the rest of the pub from your view. “What happened?”
“So many… couldn’t breathe- Nori I couldn’t breathe-”
The dwarf hushes you gently, and guides your forehead to rest against him. He sways ever so slightly- back and forth, back and forth- slowly easing your thoughts and giving you something more pleasant to focus on.
“My brave Khajimel,” he hums softly, the sound resonating in his chest, “you did so well finding a safe place to go. I’m so proud of you. What is something you taste?”
“Metal.”
“Look past the fear,” He reminds you gently; and so you think a little harder.
“My- My lunch. I was gifted sweets.” By a little boy, who’d been handing them out to everyone. Whoever made them were almost on the same level as hobbits in their skill.
“Two things you smell?”
Back and forth, back and forth. The swaying helped you focus, and your body had already started to uncurl so it could be more comfortable against Nori. “Oranges and- and cinnamon.”
The dwarf smiles a bit to himself, fingers making their way through your hair. You always said that was what he smelt like, without fail. He never quite understood. “That’s good. You’re doing so well, ‘ibinê. 4 things you feel.”
That seemed like such a great many things. But you knew it would help, so you focused on what you could. “Fur… from your coat…”
“That’s good… what’s another?”
“Your arms. They’re heavy…”
“Not too heavy?” You shake your head. It was a nice weight, one that reminded you of the special blankets you had at home. “What is another thing you feel?”
You shift, and the table sticks into your side uncomfortably. “The table. In my side..”
Nori moves the both of you into a more comfortable position, slightly coaxing you to uncurl a bit more. “One last thing, ‘ibinê- you’re doing so well.”
“Your fingers in my hair.” They were so relaxing there, too; slightly rubbing against your scalp in a way that further grounded you to this moment, right here with Nori, as the panic slipped from your mind.
He gives a small hum, rewarding the observation with a small itch. “How are you feeling?”
Such an odd question. Who could truly encompass something as abstract and complex as emotion, with only words? Was there even a way to portray how something feels, truly? Surely not. So, you suppose, the world makes do with the tools it has. Like creating a mimic of life with only a paintbrush.
“Better… Tired...” And that was putting it lightly.
“Is that so?” You nod. “Sleep, Uzfakuh, and when you wake we’ll be home in our bed.”
Your grip on him tightens ever so slightly as your body relaxes at his words. Nori would keep you safe while you slept, and when you woke all of this would be behind you; you trusted this. So, you let your body relax more and more, his swaying lulling you.
As you fell asleep, Nori kisses the top of your head. “Menu tessu, ibinê- may rest bring you peace.”
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Hi! Im new to your page and i love your writing 💕 i have a request for demon brothers headcanons on how they treat MC after realizing they get anxiety from things like yelling/loud abrupt noises/ things like that? For example, they flinch, get quiet, or start fidgeting? Thank you!!!
Aww, thank you so much. That means a lot to me and I’m really glad you like my writing considering I have such a chaotic style lmao. Also, welcome to this mess of a blog. We give off ‘cult’ vibes but at least we have hot, fictional demons to make up for that.This was super sweet because I know for a fact every single one of them would be very understanding of MC’s anxiety of anything.
Enjoy!
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The Brothers with an MC that gets anxiety from loud/abrupt noises:
Lucifer:
-He may not get anxiety from it, but Lucifer definitely prefers a quiet atmosphere/environment where he can focus on his work
-Which makes living with his brothers a living nightmare because they don’t have the capability to shut the fuck up
-That being said, he catches on rather quickly that you do not feel comfortable around loud noises in general
-There’s a limit to what he can do but every time you feel like you need a bit of peace and quiet, know that you are more than welcomed into his office at any time of the day. Even if he isn’t there
-He definitely prioritises your mental as well as your physical well being seeing as living with demons can have a massive effect on your sanity
-He’s not judgemental about it either because, while he doesn’t understand why loud noises may cause you to be so anxious, he understands that humans are built differently to demons
-Lucifer has no chill at times and will tell all of his brothers off every time they make a big scene, whether in public or private
-He can be a tad overprotective at times but he means really well, especially if he sees you’ve gotten oddly silent for the past few minutes or has caught wind of you fidgeting during dinner
-I don’t know how much I stressed so far about the observation skills this man has but I will keep doing, he can spot you flinching at loud noises from a mile away
Mammon:
-I believe that he can read people really well and can recognise when a person is feeling a certain way
-But he’s still a complete dumbass so he might still miss a few clues hidden in your mannerisms
-Like, he realises you’re uncomfortable but he doesn’t understand the degree of it or why it exists
-You’ll have to be blunt about it and tell him about your deal with loud noises because otherwise he will be stressing about it for weeks on end
-Dating him as a result of your anxiety over loud noises can prove to be...difficult
-He’s a very boisterous and obnoxious being, everytime a particular emotion of his flares up, he gets significantly noisier
-Whenever he enters the room you happen to be in, you’re forced to cover your ears and flinch because he has a way of announcing his presence
-But he tries so incredibly hard to act calmer around you and he so hates it when he fails to do so because he knows how uncomfortable you get as a result of him screaming like an idiot
-His brothers usually blame him when you start fidgeting because they assume he’s the cause of your rising anxiety and he started to believe it as well
-He sees that look on your face and he is just gutted
-He is ready to get on his knees and start apologising profusely until you forgive him for being such a noisy bastard
-The times other things/people are the cause of you going weirdly quiet, he will use his threatening tactics
-“Listen ‘ere, you’re makin’ my human uncomfortable so if you don’t shut the fuck up, I won’t let you see the light of day again. Do ya hear me?!?!”
-He says to the godfather clock when the sound of it striking midnight startled you
Levi:
-He 100% understands
-He hates loud noises as well and they usually make him scamper back to his room lol a rat in hiding
-Levi is slightly more immune to them however seeing as his brothers do have a habit of raising their voices all the time
-But do not worry, human, for he will protect his Henry from the annoying sounds people in general make at the cost of his life
-Take shelter in his room, please
-He loves having you in there and usually you only have the noise of video games in the background
-If you’re there and an anime he’s watching is getting too loud, he will turn it down for you ahead of time
-Sometimes, he can be as noisy as his brothers, especially when he rages at one of his games
-Bu he’s so quick to shut up once he realises you’re there
-And then, like Mammon, would start apologising for being not only an ugly otaku but an obnoxious one at that
-So y’all end up comforting and cuddling each other because.....uh....mutual hatred for loud things?
-Also, he would decapitate his brothers for you if they crossed a line (like he’s not really a Yandere but he’s a demon with demonic instincts to protect I guess)
Satan:
-Much like his father eldest brother, Satan also prefers silence in general
-After all, it’s a lot easier to read when his brothers aren’t there to muck about the place and make too much noise
-Humans are very different to demons, especially psychologically speaking and he understand that
-That’s why he doesn’t question it when you follow him into the library to seek refugee from his siblings
-If anything, he’s rather happy he gets to spend some time with you so the two of you sit in silence, each of you doing your own separate thing
-He knows if something is bothering you again, he can probably notice you suddenly start fidgeting in public
-He’s very cautious with you when you are in this state as he deems you are at your most vulnerable
-One time, a teacher at RAD raised his voice too high while scolding you for not paying attention and that earned an involuntary flinch from you
-That guy was officially on Satan’s shit list from then on, just so ya know
-Overall, he’s very sweet and patient with you and absolutely does not mind spending an entire day with you indoors away from loud noises
Asmo:
-He has no problem with loud noises whatsoever
-If anything, he loves being in crowded public places like The Fall, since partying and socialising is one of his many talents
-Not to mention, he’s so used to own family being so loud it just doesn’t affect him that much
-However, when you first arrived and he noticed just how badly you reacted to loud noises, he started avoiding things like clubbing as if it were the plague every time he hanged out with you
-Asmo needs social contact but he is more than willing to spend time indoors with you if it makes you feel better
-Or going out shopping in a relatively quiet shopping centre
-I mean, getting his nails done with you by his side sounds absolutely amazing to him
-So as much as he loves making noises and spending time in rowdy places, he’s always going to make an exception with you
-Always
Beel:
-Beel is unbothered by noise
-Sure, he does like it better when his brothers aren’t fighting and things are peaceful around the house
-But, he’s not fazed by yelling, loud music, heavy things falling and thudding against the ground etc.
-He picks up on your anxiety riddled gestures the first time Lucifer has a go at his brothers in front of you
-Because you started fidgeting like crazy and in that moment he was the only one that saw it
-So Beel grabbed your hand and led you outside of the room and Lucifer was so caught up in the moment he didn’t even realise it
-Probably, maybe he just let it go
-Basically, Beel decides that he shall protect you, the tiny human in comparison with him, from any loud noises that might startle you
-He will do it, do not test him
-One time, Mammon was screaming because he was chased by the witches and it made you flinch enough for Beel to see
-A couple hours later, Mammon disappears completely and shows up at your door, looking absolutely traumatised but genuinely apologetic and says sorry
-Sometimes people forget Beel is a demon
Belphie:
-I’m gonna make a wild assumption and presume that if you are vulnerable to loud noises, you are very likely a light sleeper
-If that is the case, (apologies if you’re not) then Belphie would be very quick to notice because a lot of shit goes down at night time and most of the time, it’s loud
-Belphie doesn’t have a problem with it, he can sleep through anything, even his brothers and especially Lucifer
-But he definitely notices if you aren’t cuddled up to him any more, even if he was asleep, because you sat up in bed suddenly at a random noise at 3am
-Note: That was Asmo sneaking back into the house trying to be as quite as possible but tripping and breaking a window
-“You’ll have to get used to that. My brothers are idiots, they don’t know when to be silent.”
-He prefers quiet places like the attic so he can actually sleep, but again, could do so either way so it doesn’t matter to him
-But he is going to be...let’s say ...upset.... if you were to wake up from a nap session because of someone something
-“Make one more sound and I’ll rip your tongue out.”
-Even when you aren’t napping, he gets very angry when people get unnecessarily loud, especially with you reaction
-But that just gives him an opportunity to bring you to the attic or something so the two of you can actually chill by yourselves for a chance
-Beel is invited obviously, but Belphie is just as happy to be left by himself with you
-Ironic how much his feelings for you have changed, huh?
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So I really finished this by the end of the week. Hope this is actually some good because I spent all of my brain cells on an another giant request I’m working and the rest were used to write this. Thank you for sending me requests though guys! Now every time I get bored I can just answer your asks. Have a nice Monday!
Al~
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