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merrigel · 2 years
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Miss Muir.... Please.... I have naught but one wish....
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kangshxrtie · 1 year
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ch. 8 ⤍ valorant
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"hiii chat today i'm gonna be playing valorant with kazuha" you greeted your stream once you started.
"we're dating now by the way" you added.
user1 cap
"i'm telling y'all the truth. she's my girlfriend"
user2 you have one of those?
"i get enough of this shit from my friends. i can pull and i'll show y'all today" you told your chat.
user3 sounds delulu
"i will put this shit in emote only" you gave out false threats.
user4 you won't
"okay i take it back, i'm sorry" you apologized.
user5 you better
"y'all bully me too much"
user6 it's our love language
"i think we all as a community should be a little bit nicer. i like to be appreciated"
user7 nahh we good
"i swear my chat shits on me more than the people that hate me do" you chuckled.
user8 FK THEM! only we can do that
"i do love y'all though so please sub to my channel because i've ordered food every day this week. i'm about to be broke"
naoi.rei sounds personal
"rei? how are you chatting right now, i haven't unbanned you yet?" you asked confused.
naoi.rei i unbanned myself
"sounds illegal, i'm reporting you for hacking" you joked.
you talked with your chat for a couple more minutes while waiting for kazuha to message you that she was ready. while you were reading comments one particular comment stood out.
user9 LOOK AT KAZUHA'S TITLE RN
"why? is it embarrassing?" you asked going to look at kazuha's stream.
duo's with bae @gameryn
"see! chat i told you we were dating! don't call me delusional anymore" you exclaimed after seeing the title.
"i should change mine then, it's only fair…" you said out loud going to change yours.
duo's with my gf @k_a_z_u_h_a__
"can you send me your name so i can add you?" you had just gotten into a call with kazuha on discord and were ready to play.
k_a_z_u_h_a__ Today at 7:48 PM bbyongbong #2252
"what is your name?" you asked while laughing.
"it's blackpinks lightstick" she answered making you nod your head in understandment. you typed it in and added her.
while waiting in queue for a match you talked about ranks and the game.
"you know how long it took me to get out of gold! i was there for almost a year!" you complained to the japanese girl.
"if we lose all our games and derank, please do not be mad at me" kazuha said to you.
"kazuha i swear if you throw and i go back back to gold i will actually never talk to you again" you told her.
"i will not purposely throw" she replied.
"i don't trust that but i'll believe you for now" after that conversation the game found a match and you picked your characters.
once the game started you stood in front of her character in game, "you wanna trade skins? my gun sings"
"yess give me" you dropped the skin and grabbed hers.
since the round hadn't started yet you went to go type in kazuha's chat.
gameryn im in y'all gameryn spectrum classic > any other classic
next round you bought a vandal dropping it on her body before she could tell you to sell it.
"dropping a vandal on round two is crazy! how can you afford this?" kazuha asked.
"i trust you'll use it well" you told her with a smile on your face.
"this is why you were stuck in gold"
"now that's just rude" you shook your head at her words, "it might be true though"
since you didn't have anything but a class you died fast and started spectating kazuha.
"you have such a great flank" you told her after she killed the second person. she turned the corner to kill the third person.
"yes, they don't know you're there" you said as she killed the fourth one.
"last one is boat" one of your teammates who just died commed.
she went forward and once she saw him she immediately head shotted the last person.
"holy shit that 4K, you're so hot for that" you hyped kazuha up.
"see! i knew you would do the vandal justice" you said as the next round started.
"it was still a crazy purchase"
during the next round, the enemy phoenix popped and kazuha killed him immediately. she got out of the corner she was hiding in and killed the sage. she held that same corner waiting for another enemy to pop out and they do, killing that one as well.
"hold on i'll bait for you" you told her running up and dying immediately letting kazuha know exactly where they were.
the saw the last one but they both missed their shots so chamber teleported behind making kazuha turn around. since she was hidden behind a wall she planted the spike.
the enemy chamber peeked the corner and kazuha killed him, winning the round and getting an ace.
"that's my duo!" you cheered.
"can you coach me please! i wanna play like you"
"yes! this is my moment" kazuha sat up to become even more focused.
after the round ended you asked kazuha what could have been done better to not die.
"uhm… next time try killing them… i don't know"
"kazuha you literally died first"
"i actually didn't die first; i died second"
"okay… i guess that is a little bit better than first"
"blue dude is windowwwww" you yelled out before dying.
kazuha jumped over a wall before killing the second to last person. she pulled out her knife to get the enemy's gun and died to the last standing person on the enemy team.
"why were you hopping around like that, were you trying to throw?" you asked genuinely.
"you said she was window!" kazuha retorted.
"i said blue dude! viper was unknown"
"okay then that was my fault" kazuha admitted.
"that was really concerning and if you keep playing like that i will leave this lobby" you told kazuha.
"i didn't say anything when you bought me a vandal on ROUND TWO but this is the kind of treatment i get" the japanese girl sighed.
"i believed in you" you simply replied. while you were waiting on the next round to start you took the chance to type in kazuha's chat.
gameryn kazuha is a pro thrower
"this is slander. suing you for defamation" kazuha said after reading your chat.
"why is everyone dead?" you asked once you realized you were alone, "kazuha help me!"
"sova is probably watching the flank" you peeked the corner to see the sova watching a different angle so you swung and headshot him, "yes now the other one has an op, but don't worry you're better. you have a double satchel so use that to swing quickly"
you swung the sage missing every shot, and needing to switch guns before finally head shotting her with a pistol.
"i only saw the last shot. that was so clean" kazuha told you.
gameryn get you a coach that lies to you 😍😍
"maybe you are a good coach" you said afterward.
"see! tell somebody to sign me" she exclaimed.
"you are signed"
"oh shit i am. don't tell my team i said that"
when the next round started you quickly pushed out and killed the first person before quickly moving to cover. you pulled out your ult, unfortunately missing it all. you slowly peeked out from the corner and killed the second one before moving some more and killing the third one from a distance.
you went around hoping to get the fourth one from behind which you luckily did.
"my ace!" you called out just as kazuha killed the last person.
"you have to earn it"
"i actually felt like i deserved that one" you said sadly.
"if only you would have killed them faster than me"
you playfully rolled your eyes before going to kazuha's chat to quickly type something before the next round started.
gameryn L coach
"maybe you would've gotten that ace if you would stay out of my chat and focused on the game" kazuha said.
"kazuha is the worst coach" you told your chat but didn't mute.
"you're unmuted" she told you.
"i know it was on purpose" you replied.
you two won that game and while you were waiting on the next game to start, you started talking about random stuff.
"we should have couple names and become edaters" you suggested to kazuha.
"immediately no" kazuha said.
"but it would be cute"
"i'll pass"
"yeah… that probably is for the best"
the game started and y'all were on the character picking so you asked kazuha, "coach who should i play on this map"
kazuha thought about it for a second, looking at everybody that already picked, "smokes, but of course whoever you're comfortable with"
"so omen" you locked it in.
it was the fourth round when you shot at a wall randomly hoping to at least get one, "that was all me, i got so much info"
"you spent the whole round shooting at a wall"
"yeah and we found out they weren't there"
a couple of rounds later as the spike was about to go off you saw the phoenix ult so you stood behind waiting for his ult to end.
"knife him" kazuha told you and you pulled out your knife successfully knifing him once the body returned.
"two more, there's no way we lose here" kazuha said while waiting for the next game to start. the game was currently 11-3.
"we're definitely losing after that" and you were right.
which led to this moment where you were the last two standing. the score was 11-7.
"i have blind" you told kazuha.
"do it" she told you and threw your blind, then went back to hold the cross with kazuha. you got the kill from the back.
kazuha threw one of her abilities down and you shot the last one threw the wall.
"niceee" kazuha said.
"we've done it. best duo out there. nobody can top us" you said.
it was 12-7 and one of your teammates stuck the bomb before dying and you killed one of the three people left. you teleported away from the bomb watching it from a further angle.
the enemy omen set down a smoke and your teammates pinged the spike for you which you sprayed at, successfully killing the person on spike.
you pushed into the smoke immediately seeing the enemy omen and killed him, winning the game.
"so i think my coaching was successful" kazuha gloated, "i helped you win us that game"
"you were a terrible coach. one star, but only because you're pretty"
"i'll take it" she smiled.
ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!
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spidey-bie · 7 months
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Ansi & Hobie
–Part 2
Here we go again. Y'all are so irritating.
(Actually loves them both with her whole heart)
I'm not going to @ them again but these questions are by @/the-cat-and-the-birdie
Meeting:
How did they meet Hobie? What was their first meeting like?
A long time ago when Ansi was a wee lass her father accidentally opened a portal to a neighboring dimension and low and behold a young boy. It wasn't the greatest first meeting (lots of tears from both sides). But over time it got better. They were together for 2 years before Hobie went back to his world.
Did they like each other right away?
Nope. Ansi thought Hobie was weird. Hobie thought Ansi was stuck up. (Little did they know they were both autistic.)
What was their first impression of each other?
Refer back to the previous question.
Romance:
Why am I answering this section when I've already established that they're not in a romantic relationship. For fun 🤭. I'm gonna answer the sex one too. Let's irritate some allos today.
Are they 'together', committed, in a relationship, etc? Or label-less?
They're in a committed QPR.
Do they say I love you? (Or something else)
I don't know actually. I know they say they adore one another but it's not....like if asked they'll say they respect or admire the other but idk if they ever claim to love one another in public or in private.
Do they kiss? In public or private?
Yes. Everywhere but the lips. Honestly it's almost entirely on the hands. The hands thing started out with Ansi ironically kissing Hobie's hand. (It's not ironic anymore.) Lips are too much of a romantic thing for both of them.
Are they more likely to steal kisses, or make-out?
Neither. It's funny though because Ansi will run up and scale Hobie to give him a forehead kiss whenever he so desires.
What are their love languages?
Ansi's is quality time and physical touch.
Hobie's is physical touch and acts of service.
Emotional vulnerability should be a love language too but oh well.
Are they monogamous or polyamorous?
Ansi you ha- *giggle* I'm sorry but do y- *pffft* just answer the question Ansi. I can't.
Its not even that funny but, whatever. I barely have mental stability to manage one relationship in my life. You think I could handle more? IDC what Hobie does tho.
If they're poly - Do they have other partners
Thinking about marriage, or no?
Ansi laughed.
Kids, or no?
Ladies and gentlemen, enbys and everything outside and in between, Ansi is on the floor. She is not breathing. He's cracking up so badly that the air has left his lungs. And oh look, what do we have here? In a crazy turn of events seems Hobie has joined her. It looks like they're engaging in what the kids call, "Rolling on the floor laughing their butts off." Wow. What a show folks. They're definitely both gonna feel that later tonight.
Do other people know about their situation?
Close friends only. Everyone else can ask questions but they aren't gonna get answers.
Favorite date spot?
They don't call them dates. But they do chill out on Hobie's boat or Ansi's Aunt's house most of the time. If they're going out they're most likely going to the library or a record shop.
Who liked who first?
Hobie. Definitely Hobie. Ansi was like oh yeah he's cool but feelings didn't grow until they reunited again.
Who made the first move?
Ansi. Immediately realized their feelings and went, hey I kinda wanna have a deeper emotional relationship with you because you're really cool and I adore you.
Hobie could only nod because he was in shock.
Do they consider each other soulmates?
And further support amatonormativity and the idea that everyone must be connected to someone in some way in order to gain true happiness? I think not and also,
*Queue Ansi giving a whole spiel on amatonormativity and how it negatively affects society*
Your OC and Hobie are obviously on a date somewhere - someone begins aggressively flirting with him, and being rude to your OC - what do they do?
Ah yes let's piss off the pyromaniac. Jokes aside he'd be upset over the unplanned interruption. He'll just pick Hobie up and move the both of them somewhere else. However if that "unplanned interruption" tries to follow them that's when she starts to get really irritated. Now he's gonna act absolute fool.
A: "Bart the baby. I THINK THE BABY'S COMING."
Cue lamaze breathing
Unplanned Interruption: It seems like you're busy so imma just go.
After the person walks away he'll either claim it was a false labor or they book it outta there.
She's done this, a fake engagement, pretended to faint, pretended to almost throw up, etc. Once she did a whole scene from her favorite telenovela where he accused the guy flirting with Hobie of being his long lost cousin. (They were in Ansi's world.) He's a con artist. He does stuff like this everyday.
(A/N: This is so much fun to do. I come up with lore while writing these answers it's really nice.)
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ask-any-mikey · 11 months
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Hey fellas. Hope y'all are doing well.
To be completely honest, not really sure what to say. Well, that's not true. I know what to say, just not sure how to say it.
I wish I could say this to the two individuals who started the tmnt phenomenon, but I can't. Been rewatching a lot of tmnt stuff the last month or so. I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for making me laugh when I desperately need it. Y'all been doing it since I was a kid.
Keep up the good work guys. I'm sure there are many more out there who look to you for that much needed distraction.
💙❤️💜🧡
oooh daaaaaang
I didn't only miss my queue but any messages.
The sentiment is there 100% from this end. We love all our different versions, and it's unique and crazy that we al get along and we even have this *canon* opportunity. It makes any fan content that much more justifiable. We love our creators.
//personal note, I have been there since the late 80s too, shooting from casual interest to something that really did change my life, to today. Though, I admit it's hard for people to decipher. My room is covered in TMNT art, but I'm really the only one in there so it's just for me. Most of my casual clothes are tmnt, which can range from 'I'm sad and this makes me feel better' to 'hey please point at my shirt so we can have a solemn nod of mutual appreciation' to 'I am representen here, acknowledge the phenomenon that I love so we can geek out together please'.
You certainly aren't alone.
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multi-royalty-arc · 10 months
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Just a little post because I feel like I haven't actually spoken on here in a while! My activity over the past weekend has been so spotty and I'm so sorry for that (though my queue keeps me looking active today is really the only day I've been here for more than 2 minutes at a time). Family stuff has kept me away but I am back!.
Ask's have been answered and scheduled and ALL drafts are queued. I'm hoping to put out a few opens throughout the week, if anyone wants to see more of a specific character that I write then please let me know !!
Anyone who I'm mutual's with and we currently DO NOT have something going feel free to send the word START to my ask box and I will create a random starter for us or come and bother you for plotting. ( you can include any character details like who you want and who for in the ask to unless you just want a surprise).
Have a wonderful day and I'll be seeing y'all around <3
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sweetswesf · 1 year
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Check In
What I Did Today
Actually woke up w/my alarm
Procrastinated getting the day started after waking, but at least I did not hit snooze!
Worked out
Talked to my gym crush...albeit nervously, but I still did it!
Accepted the invitation to the event hosted by the only 2 men I've slept with...then invited a friend...then commenced to trying on what I plan to wear...I hope I don't have a nervous panic reaction and start shaking when talking to one of them like I did last time in a surprise encounter of them *eyeroll*
Worked for about 6 hours on the AlgoExpert videos! This is the longest I've spent on them.
Cooked all my meals, never ordered out, and ate pretty balanced!
Stayed pretty hydrated
Took a walk for 10 minutes after dinner
Got over 10k steps
Did BOTH of my face wash routines
Look at this progress!
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What I Learned Today
Hash tables, stacks & queues, strings, & runtimes of their common operations
I can do this!
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Feeling
Accomplished; I got a LOT done...more than I thought
Proud of myself; I didn't even need a nap nor did I get hella tired today
A bit more energized now that I'm averaging a bit more hours of rest at night and a little less constant stress...work put a LOT of stress on me...no matter what I did, I always felt like I was being watched or should have done something better, or that I should have been monitoring something that I deployed somewhere
Hopeful that I can keep this up and do better
Grateful that I don't have crazy headaches anymore...slight dizziness...but, I just remind myself to keep pushing through
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Takeaways
I'm going to get something like that house in Spain
Don't allow my mind to think negative thoughts
As I have heard throughout my life, I gotta stop being so hard on myself...
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How I Got Myself Out of a Rut Today
My friend telling more people I am looking when I am not trying to interview drove me nuts for many reasons: 1) I have a LOT of things lined up that I am PREPPING for!!!, 2) I TOLD him I was not trying to interview right now...MANY TIMES, 3) I would NEVER apply to the places he's volunteering my name for without running past me, 4) This lowers my stock having someone search around for me when I don't want or need them to...After telling him to chill and taking a big sigh, I got to work, because I need to shake this identity off me! LOL If I was prepared, I wouldn't even have aggressions like these! It sounds spoiled, but I hope y'all understand; I appreciate his gesture, but he's deciding to ignore my judgement despite me telling him, and throughout my life I have been trying to show people that I got it and some just don't trust my word, even if I was trying to prove it to them (which I'm not)...
Wasting less time overall
Telling myself it's okay to feel tired and that it was going to be worth it
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Goals Completed
Found a therapist
Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...
Got back on the ball
Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%
Goals After Today
Strengthen my relationship with God
Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3
Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels
Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube
Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them
Be more confident & faithful
250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently
Drink more than 64oz a day consistently
Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too
Learn more about my gym crush & get him to ask for my number
Get a house similar to that one in Spain
Update my personal app
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ichigoromi · 3 years
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
Chaotic vibes only!
Hope y'all enjoy reading!
Pairing (s): MSBY Four - Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo and Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn! reader
Genre: fluff!
Warning (s): None!
Enjoy!
Bokuto Koutarou
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The grocery store is packed during the weekend, and the two of you are only free during the weekends to do your grocery shopping.
You knew that you would easily lose him during such busy days, so you insisted that he never let go of your hand.
Obviously, he is more than happy to hold your hand because he loves how big his hand is compared to yours.
You pushed the trolley around, filling it with fresh vegetables and fruits while he looks around the mart.
While you were busy choosing the watermelon, unknowingly, Bokuto decided to explore the supermarket on his own.
He just went to the snack aisle and got a few snacks and heads back to the fresh produce section, and you were not there.
Bokuto reached out to his pocket to find it empty.
His phone was with you, and you were nowhere to be found.
So, what does he do?
"The caretaker of Bokuto Koutarou, your child is currently at the customer service counter. Please come and pick him up." A loud announcement rang through the store, and you wanted to hide your face.
Everyone around you started whispering about the professional athlete Bokuto Koutarou really lost, or was it another child with the same name as him?
You asked a kind soul for you to help you look after your trolley while you went and go collect your lost child.
"Baby! You're here!" He ran up to you and threw his arms around, slightly lifting you up.
Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and you apologised profusely to the receptionist at the counter while pulling your giant boyfriend away.
The young kid that was waiting with your trolley was excited when he saw Bokuto with you. He was a big fan of your boyfriend. You helped them take a picture, and he wraps his arms around you.
"That was so embarrassing...Kou, can you just hold onto my shirt and never let go?" He shook his head, and you tilt your head in confusion.
Did he want to get lost again?
"Nope, I'm going to hug you and never let you go!" He got behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.
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Miya Atsumu
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Normally, you did the grocery shopping alone since he is tired after training and doesn't drive.
So, the grocery shopping chore became yours.
He has a rest day and offered to pick up the groceries with you on this rare occasion.
It was a pleasant surprise, and you were glad to have a helping hand to help you.
You brought him to Costco, and it's going to be easy to lose him, a new-timer who has never been to Costco.
You warned him and told him to stay close to you and don't stray away from you.
He just nods his head and proceeds to ignore your warnings.
Atsumu was kind of upset that you were treating him like a child, but he overestimates himself.
Because within 15 minutes of entering the store, he has already lost you.
So, instead of calling you and asking where are you, he got another trolley and proceeded to do his own shopping.
Since you were busy with the shopping list, you didn't even notice your boyfriend was not following you anymore.
He was fascinated by the big store and got lots of stuff, ones that you two don't really need.
After a while, he realised that you have actually forgotten about him and literally went and did your own shopping.
When he was about to make a quick call to you, his phone died.
So, he went and paid for his stuff first and head to the customer service counter.
"Y/l/n Y/n, your child Miya Atsumu is currently at the customer service counter; please come and pick him up." Everyone heard it, so did you, but you continue your shopping.
This man, even after you warned him, still went and got separated from you.
So, you deliberately took your own sweet time and went a few rounds around a particular aisle.
You purposely lined up at the longest queue for your payment.
By the time you were done, he has been waiting with other lost kids for an hour or two.
"That was mean of ya! It was so embarrassing!" He buried his face in the crook of your neck; you awkwardly apologised to the cranky receptionist that was grumbling about how youngsters were so irresponsible.
Atsumu recounts his tale of how the lost kids there were laughing at an adult who got lost and has to be sent to the customer service, but he voluntary went himself.
"Serves you right. I told you to stick right next to me. Tsumu, why did you buy all of these? We have it at home..." You gaped at the amount of stuff that he bought.
"Really? I didn't see it. Oh well, it's just more stocks then." He grinned playfully, expecting you to laugh, but you let out a deep sigh.
"This is why I have a shopping list for a reason; it is so that we don't overbuy! Tsumu, you're such a hoarder!" He opened his mouth and tries to explain himself, but nothing came up.
You loop your arms around his neck and kisses his cheeks.
"It's fine; I can deliver some to Samu. Don't worry." You reassure him when you notice his crestfallen expression.
"Stop pouting. You did well today, but next time, just stick close to me?" He nods his head and you two head to your car.
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Hinata Shoyo
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It was all a small mistake that leads to you two in the current situation.
Hinata knows the danger of losing you in the grocery store because your purse has his phone and his wallet.
But he holds your hand tightly as you two entered the store.
At first, it was going well, there were not many people in the store, and you two were out on a date.
Until the sudden increase of patrons in the store.
Hinata was sure to hold your hand tightly, but you heard of some discount from the housewives nearby; you let go of him and head towards the frozen aisle.
Oh no, he is left alone, and there was nothing he could do.
His fans came up to him and asked for photos and autographs, so he stayed and interact with them, hoping that you would come back for him.
Yeah, you were definitely not going back to find him as you made friends with the housewives as they give you tips about discounts.
Even the butcher chatted with you for a while.
So, he went to the customer service counter and requested them to make an announcement.
"The guardian of Hinata Shoyo, please proceed to the customer service counter to pick up your child." That was when you realised that Hinata was no longer beside you.
You picked up the remaining items on the lists and head to the register to pay for the groceries. Gosh, you felt like an awful significant other, losing him and not realising earlier.
But, the new knowledge and tips that you've gotten might be worth it, just kidding.
You were going to make a delicious meal for him to make up for your mistake earlier.
He looked relieved when he saw you walking towards him.
"Sho-chan! I'm so sorry! I lost you and even forgot about you. Can you forgive me?" You apologised profusely, and he chuckles, seeing your guilty expression.
You buried your face into his chest, and he pats your head to tell you to not blame yourself. It was all good, but still, you felt awful.
"Let's go home. I have picked up some good cuts of beef; I'll cook a good meal for you!"
"Sure, let's go." He kisses the top of your head and you two head towards the parking lot.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi
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Alright, Sakusa would make the perfect housewife. He is good at household chores, cooking? He is the perfect husband in the making.
He does the grocery shopping, and you would stay at home.
But, you felt like accompanying him to the store, so he allowed you to follow him.
You were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of black sweats, and he was wearing similar attire to you.
He made sure you held his hand since you were short and could easily blend into the crowd. (a/n - omi is just a giant.)
It's been a while since you came out shopping with him, and it was fun getting out once in a while.
You can't help but want to explore the supermarket on your own.
So, you went on your own; after all, you're a grown adult. Nothing bad would happen.
Right?
Oh ho ho, Sakusa turned around, and you were gone.
He starts to panic because you were not behind him, and he couldn't see you in the crowd.
Sakusa calls you and felt his left pocket buzzing.
It was your phone buzzing in his pocket.
He sighs and decided to finish his list before finding you.
Meanwhile, you had enough money for a popsicle, and you got your favourite flavour and head to the customer service counter.
"Excuse me, can you please make a lost child announcement?" The receptionist immediately sat up in her seat and apologised for not noticing you earlier.
"Where's the lost child?" You pointed at yourself. She nodded her head blankly.
"Yeah, Sakusa Kiyoomi is my guardian. Thank you." This whole situation was bizarre, but she made the announcement for you anyways.
"Sakusa Kiyoomi, your child is at the customer service counter; please come and pick up your lost child."
You were literally chatting with the receptionist when he rushed over to the customer service counter. He sighed, relieved that you were safe. He apologised for the inconvenience he caused.
"You got me worried. Just stay at home, okay?" He kisses your forehead. You shook your head.
"Nope! I'm coming with you from now on!"
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Oooh, my first headcanon where I did four characters at once! It was quite fun and I might write more of these in the future!
I hope y'all enjoy this!
Stay safe and healthy!
With love,
Rosalie🍓
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soupbabe · 3 years
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Shun Kaidou x Male! Reader HCs
Best boy best boy best boy!!! also may or may not sneak some Transguy!Kaidou in this too, hope that y'all don't mind!
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Poor boy saw you for the first time and automatically thought you were the prettiest boy he ever saw, so when you introduced yourself to him he stammered like a fool for 2 minutes, then went on with the dramatic 'Jet Black Wings' introduction
You had to discreetly ask other students if you were allowed to play along with his hero delusion or if you had to break it to him that the Dark Reunion doesn't exist
You went a long with it just a tad, you couldn't fully shut him down because of the sad and discouraged look on his face when people made fun of him for it
I can imagine once Kaidou starts developing feelings for you, he was on edge and harsher (?) because in his mind you suddenly became an undercover villain the Dark Reunion sent to befriend him and then get rid of
Even though the reality of it was that he just never dealt with a genuine crush before and it scares him
Queue Saiki stepping in to set things straight because it did hurt you a bit to see Kaidou go on and claim that you're some evil enchanter dude out to get him and he started distancing himself away from you. Don't be mistaken, Kaidou definitely felt the effects of his own actions too. He apologized so many times once Saiki had to get involved because it weirded him out to see his friend classmate get so down because of a guy
Also Saiki was the one to clarify to Kaidou that what he was experiencing was a crush, unintentionally starting too many plans on how Kaidou will win you over and you'll become his boyfriend
Project "Make Y/N my super amazing and cute and handsome boyfriend" is a go!
It starts off with daily compliments, that usually has him hyping himself up with his Hero persona, then him absolutely losing his cool once he actually sees you
"Hey Y/N! You look handsome today!" Oh my god did his voice just crack. "Oh thanks, but are you sick or something? Your face is red."
Okay okay Plan A isn't going that well,,, onto Plan B: Impress him!
This meant that you were constantly being "saved" by The Jet Black Wings, even though the saving was just preventing you from going through minor inconveniences
I swear to God it's like a 6th sense this simp had. Hands are full and the door almost closed on you? Boom, here's Kaidou to save the day! Almost tripped on some litter on the ground on your way to school? Kaidou literally yelled + kicked at it and claimed that it was a trap planted by the Dark Reunion since they knew that you were close to him
You aren't that dumb, you had that suspicion that he had a crush on you so you decided to talk to him privately about it via a study session at your house
So when it was time to address his recent behavior, his brain hit the panic button because this wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to catch on this early. He waved his hands around, frantically apologizing if he made you uncomfortable and if you wanted to stay friends that's 100% okay with him a-
You had to shut him up with a lil kiss on the cheek and told him that you want him to be your boyfriend too.
Nice going Y/N, not even a minute into your new relationship and you're already sure you killed your bf
He got so red faced he passed out-
Considering how he reacted to a little kiss, y'all don't do pda at all unless you want to fluster him
Which doesn't take much, hold his hand on the way to school and he goes "Y/N!!SJSNSKKSBZJSNSHAJ" "Shun, how were you able to even pronounce that?" "It's one of the many secret abilities the Jet Black Wings has yet to show you, darling Y/N!"
You're his sidekick now, even if you don't fully commit to the hero bit. He'll ask you for back up when he's faced with a great foe
You better back him up. Mostly to be a good boyfriend. Secondly, if he's trying to stand up to someone bigger than him (which to be fair. Is literally everyone) there's a good chance you need to be on standby just in case we need a trip to the nurse's office
He likes to call you his Second in Command or he shows you hero name ideas for you in his notebook
He has a separate notebook for your Relationship btw and it's very cute
When you both hang out at Shun's house, it has to be under the excuse of it being for studying just because he hasn't come out as gay yet to his mom yet. He has a feeling that his mom would be okay with it. Like she accepted that her son was trans, but it still makes him nervous
Mama Kaidou already knows and doesn't mind you dating her son. His grades actually have gone up since the relationship started so she's happy and will mind her own business
Y'all actually do study in this at home sessions and it's actually kind of cute. Celebratory kisses when he does well in reviews and at the end y'all cuddle while he gets to ramble about his plans on defeating the Dark Reunion
Dating Shun also involves making sure he's doing okay and he's not pushing himself too hard despite him being a kick ass "superhero"
This mostly comes in when he gets dysphoric and wears his binder for too long
"Shun, it's necessary for you to take breaks. Wearing your binder for longer than you should will mess up your transition in the future." "But I'm okay! You forget I'm not a mere mortal I can handl-" "I'll let you wear my sweaters." "*👀* Okay!"
Days like those are just the both of you cuddling, him wearing your sweater/hoodie, and you giving Shun little remarks to make him feel better
His favorite is when you call him "my hero" or simply "handsome man"
Please run your fingers through his hair it makes him so happy
If you don't wanna wear his hoodies or if you can't, he'll gladly lend you his various rings and necklaces
"This ring was blessed by the gods for ultimate protection against enemies! I think it's the best for you to wear this when I'm not around to protect you."
It was one of those glow in the dark rings you get at arcades, but you couldn't break the proud smile on his face.
Also likes to gift you crystals too! It doesn't matter if they end up not being 100% real, you still put them proudly on your desk and Shun gets so overjoyed when he finds out they aren't just casted aside
He's so happy with you, he finally has someone who loves him and doesn't judge him on his hero complex and doesn't mind the awkward guy behind it too. He gives you many kisses when he is reminded of that and constantly reminds you how lucky he is to have you as his boyfriend <3
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kerie-prince · 3 years
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daisy cafe
Harry Potter x Muggle!reader
not a request
warnings: mentions of death, ptsd?? (in the form of nightmares)
summary: Harry starts his healing journey after the Battle, and a rainy night after a counseling session brought him into your café
a/n: hope y'all like this random imagine i wrote <3 i was meant to post it last night but i got into a heated debate about ww84 and i don't queue posts so here's this. no lie, i had a hard time writing this lol it's a whole 4k long imagine (whoops) also, when i say 'football' in this fic, i mean soccer lol
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The Battle of Hogwarts.
There was a lot to say about that day. So many perspectives and interpretations from different people. And today, Harry would talk to his counselor about his. At first, he opposed the idea of having a counselor but Hermione insisted that he talks to a professional. Well, insisted probably isn't the word. If anything, Hermione probably forced him into it and made the appointment herself.
So here he sat in the waiting room, sitting awkwardly in an uncomfortable chair. Even the chairs in the Hogwarts classrooms were more comfortable than these. The room was small and had tacky sunflower wallpaper. Harry sat by himself and internally cursed his best friends for just leaving him there and drove off. ‘Call me when it's over!’ Hermione had yelled out through the window.
“Mr. Harry Potter?” a young man called out for him. Harry followed him into the counselors office, noticing that the room was much nicer than the waiting room and the chairs looked more comfortable. And if he was going to be stuck here for over an hour, he better not walk out with back pain.
Harry sat patiently as he waited for the counselor to come. He noticed the golden name plate on the desk with a name written in black letters. Jon Osborne. Harry’s leg was unconsciously bouncing in rhythm with the ticking of the clock on the wall. He didn't think he'd be nervous about it as he was now. He immediately stood up as he heard Dr. Osborne come in. “Mr. Potter, it’s an honor to meet you,” he stretched his hand out to greet Harry.
“Pleasure’s all mine, sir,” Harry said with a shy smile. Once they sat down, Dr. Osborne went straight into it, “So tell me, Mr. Potter, how have you been?”
“Great. I've been busy planning a wedding,” Harry stated like it was a normal conversation. “Congratulations. Yours, I'm assuming?”
“No, it's for my two best mates,” Harry corrected. “They're getting married pretty soon and I offered to help pay for it. Not really doing much of decoration planning, Hermione thinks Ron and I would pick something stupid,” Harry wasn't looking at Dr. Osborne directly, but he had a faint smile as he explained the details. “And are you with anyone?” Dr. Osborne asked.
It made the young wizard think. Ron and Hermione were getting married, Neville and Luna were having fun on small dates, and Ginny was still going back and forth with Dean. “No, I'm not with anyone at the moment.”
His counselor wrote something down quickly before going forward with the next question. “Do you think about it often?” Harry knew what he was insinuating. His breath hitched a bit. Harry certainly didn’t expect to be asked this question so early on. From Hermione’s explanation, he wasn’t expecting to talk about the Battle for maybe another couple sessions. And that was if Harry even wanted to do other sessions.
“You don’t think you need to be here,” it was like he read Harry’s mind. And it was true. “Well, I do have a pretty solid support group. We all went through it together.” Harry rubbed the palms of his unusually sweaty hands against his pants.
“So because you and your friends went through it together, you're okay? Nothing about it bothers you?” had Dr. Osborne’s tone altered just a bit, he would've sounded condescending. He sounded a bit empathetic. It made Harry actually want to talk. “Do you and your friends actually talk about it?”
The answer was clear to Harry. No. If he was being honest, he didn't think there's even a reason to talk about it. The worst had been over, and now that him and his friends and family – and by family, he meant the Weasleys – were finally in peace, Harry figured that he wouldn't have to think about it again.
But the nightmares were relentless. It wasn't like the ones he had when Voldemort was in his mind and showing him things he wanted to show Harry. These nightmares were worse. They consisted of the worst that could have happened that day. Watching his friends die, his professors, his peers. The worst of the worst. And there's one that he hated the most. Being in Voldemort's point of view and killing Harry successfully and for good this time.
Hermione tried to get Harry to talk, but he's too stubborn. So she figured the only way to get him to talk was to schedule this appointment. He was promised confidentiality and listening ears with no judgement. Harry accepted because he knew that even though Hermione would always be there, she would probably say something like ‘You're not alone in this, we're all here for you and with you.’ Ron would listen to the whole thing and suggest getting a drink and food. Harry loves his friends, but it's hard to talk about such things when they've gone through it too. He wondered if they felt the same.
Harry was leaving his fourth session with Dr. Osborne. Unexpectedly, he enjoyed these meetings. It felt good to talk to someone outside of his friends. Hermione noticed how he was returning to his old self, joking around and enjoying playing quidditch at the Burrow.
Harry decided on taking a small walk around the Muggle London street before calling Hermione and Ron to pick him up. After ten minutes, though, sprinkles of rain were falling down. And sprinkles turned into hard falls. Harry covered his head with his hands and looked around for someplace to run in. Next to him was a dental office, but to his luck the door was locked. He kept looking and looking for some place to stay inside until finally, he saw a building across the street with a lit up ‘Open’ sign.
Harry looked both sides of the street before running across. He was getting soaked by the second and when he ran inside, his jacket was dripping onto the mat. The place was warm and smelled lovely. Harry took his glasses off and wiped it with the driest part of his shirt. The cafe looked as warm as it felt. There weren’t any guests inside and he didn't find anyone working there. Harry saw the bell on the bread display and pressed on it a few times. After a couple of minutes, a girl came to the front. “Sorry for taking so long, how can I help– oh are you alright?” You saw the puddles of water that were splattered all around the floor. But your worry was with the stranger that was most likely freezing. “D-do you happen to have a phone around?” Harry asked you. He was shaking where he stood and all he wanted was to go home and get into some warm clothes. You nodded your head and went in the back to get the phone. Harry wanted to sit down, but he didn't want to make more of a mess than he’s already done. You came back quickly with a phone and a few rags so he could dry himself.
Harry dialed Hermione’s number and waited for her to answer. She didn't answer the first or second time which made Harry frustrated. They better not be in the middle of it right now. Finally, she answered on his third call. “Hello?”
“Hermione, what the bloody hell have you been doing?” Harry sassed. When he looked up, he saw how you stood awkwardly to the side, surprised that in contrast to his sweet demeanor, he sounded like the opposite. But that was just your assumption.
“Harry? Is that you? Why are you calling from this number?” In the background, he could hear Teddy joyful coos. “I was just giving Teddy a bath, I couldn't hear the phone.”
“Oh. Well, it’s raining really hard, can you come pick me up?” Harry felt your eyes on him still and he smiled awkwardly.
“Of course, are you still in the office?”
“No, I’m– hold on” he stopped mid-sentence and lowered the phone down, “where am I?” It took you a couple seconds to process that he was talking to you now, “Oh, uh, Daisy Cafe.”
“Daisy Cafe,” Harry repeated back to Hermione. “Alright, I’ll be right there.” And she hung up. Harry handed the phone back to you, “Thanks.”
Your hand was warm against his, a warmth he wished he had instead of the cold that enveloped his body. Harry’s legs were getting tired from standing so long and you noticed the shift in his position. “Please, take a seat,” you had gestured to a table. Harry insisted that he didn't want to ruin the chairs, but you didn't mind.
You checked the time on your wristwatch and ran to the back leaving Harry alone. He wondered what you were doing until he saw you come back slowly dragging a large heating machine. Harry stood from his seat and rushed to help you, “Where did you want this?”
“I was going to put this in front of the table so you can warm up. Don’t want you to get sick,” you spoke softly. You felt yourself warm up on your cheeks, somehow shy in this moment. On a daily basis, you talk to loads of strangers and some of them were quite attractive. But something about this stranger felt different.
Harry blinked with an indescribable look in his eyes as he stuttered a ‘thank you’. You turned on the large heater after Harry sat back down and slightly shifted his chair so he could be in range of the heaters’ direction.
You grabbed your keys from your back pants pocket to lock the door and turned the ‘Open’ sign off. “Would you like some coffee?” you offered him. Harry nodded and searched his pockets for his wallet before you stopped him, “Don't worry! It's on the house.”
There was a pot of coffee that was still hot on the warmer and you grabbed a tray, filling it with a mug, creamer, sugar, and a small plate of assorted biscuits in case he was hungry as well. You walked to his table and sat them down. He was in awe of all the things you brought out for him and felt grateful that you would do this for a stranger. “Thank you,” he nodded his head at you with a genuine smile.
“It’s no trouble,” you smiled back. You sat across from him with a mug of your own and sipped on the hot beverage you made. Harry took a sip of the coffee he finished preparing and nearly sighed at the feeling of it warming him up inside. Mixed with the heat that was coming from the heater, he felt brilliant as he usually says.
“Do you live around here?” You started small chat to get out of the awkward silence.
“No, I live just outside Ottery St. Catchpole.” Harry stated. He noticed the confused look on your face, you had probably had no idea where that was. “It’s kind of in the middle of nowhere.”
You nodded in response. Harry then asked if you lived around. After a while, you had gotten to know each other pretty well. He learned about your two cats that are always fighting, you learned about his friends always pulling pranks on each other in the house. As Harry waited for Hermione to pick him up, he was enjoying talking and laughing with you. You two were having such a good time getting to know each other in what felt like thirty minutes, but was actually an hour.
Once Hermione was in front of the cafe and beeped the horn of the car, Harry felt a bit disappointed to leave. This was probably the first conversation he had with someone who he didn't already live with or paid to listen. And it was a bonus that he found you quite attractive. “That’s for me. Thank you… for letting me stay.”
“Oh it’s no trouble. Safe travels on your way home! I hope you don’t get sick,” you waved off as you opened the door for him. Harry ran through the hard rain to get into his friend's car, but once he opened the door to the front seat, he turned back to you. “I never got your name!” Harry yelled out.
“Y/N! What’s yours?” You voiced with the same energy.
“Harry!” You smiled and waved one last time before closing the door and got yourself ready to go home. Harry fastened his seatbelt and held a small smile nearly the entire ride home. Hermione cleared her throat to get her friends’ attention. “How was the session today?”
Harry nodded ‘yes’ in an attempt to not have to talk. Not because he was gloomy, but distracted. He then processed what she said and replied back to the bushy haired woman, “Oh, i-it went fine. Good, great.” Harry was stuttering over his words. It was something that Hermione instantly noticed what was going on. The last time he was like this was when he first met Cho in fourth year. It was nice, she thought, that Harry was not only getting back to normal, but was also focused on something - or rather someone - other than his nightmares.
Harry goes to your cafe now after every session with Dr. Osborne. He finally went for his drivers license so he didn't have to depend on Hermione anymore. Ron and Hermione apparate to work anyway, so it granted him more access to the car.
Every Monday and Thursday, you would wait for him to walk through your doors. You would set aside a small box of warm biscuits for him that he seemed to enjoy and remembered how he took his coffee. After a couple of weeks, the people you worked with would give you a smirk and tease you with ‘He’s here~’. One of them, Jo, would constantly ask you if Harry has asked you out yet. And every time, you'd say ‘No.’ only for him to reply back ‘Well, why don’t you ask him out?’
You’ve definitely thought about it, but you didn't know how to ask him. There would be times that you thought Harry would do it before he left, but he’d just be a stuttering mess and leave. So, tonight before he leaves, you planned to just be straight with him and ask him to dinner.
Harry came later than usual today. After he stepped out of the counselors’ office, he checked his hair in the mirror he saw in the hallways. Tonight, he was also planning on asking you out. He likes you and he was pretty sure you liked him too. Once he stepped outside, he saw a flower cart in front of a local bank. Harry debated whether or not to buy you some, but opted out. What if she says no? What do I do with them at that point?
After an hour of having a mental pep talk, he entered Daisy Cafe. He didn't see you behind the bread display like he always had. Jo had recognized him immediately and watched as Harry looked around the small cafe for you. “She’s in the back, would you like for me to get her?”
“I-I can wait. She’s probably busy,” Harry stuttered. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing that your co-worker instantly knew what he was there for. Is it really obvious? Harry thought. He saw as Jo walked to the back anyway, probably announcing his presence to you. As it turned out, you were in the back checking yourself out in the small mirror that was hung on the inside of your locker. You ran out as soon as Jo said "He’s here" and dusted the flour off onto your apron.
“Hi, Harry,” you greeted.
“Hi,” Harry greeted back. “How are you?”
“I’m doing good, just cleaning up. Did you have a good day?” you asked. Harry nodded his head. He was about to order before you stopped him, “Your usual today?” He gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his head, “I come in that often, don't I?” You chuckled and began making his coffee. “It’s alright, I enjoy your company.” The both of you blushed, more so you after the sudden confession.
You couldn't see him, but Jo was listening to your conversation and wanted to laugh. You looked at Harry for any signs of possible rejection and just as quickly looked away to finish his order. Jo came out from the back with his bag and keys in his hand, “I’ve counted the safe for you. Have a good night, I’ll head out.” You nodded your head and thanked god for the interruption, “Thanks hun, see you tomorrow.” He winked at Harry once you looked away as to say ‘Good luck’ and walked out.
Harry became nervous and thought about just grabbing his coffee and going home. He hadn't dated anyone in a long time and didn't know where to even start. Merlin, he didn't even know what to do in a relationship. And especially with a muggle. Harry nearly forgot what it was like to be around muggles after the Dursley's left their home on Privet Drive and Harry moved in the Weasley’s in the Burrow. He certainly couldn't bring you there anytime soon. Especially when Arthur would ask you loads of questions. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Neither of you knew how to get a conversation going. You took your time stirring his coffee and grabbing the small box of biscuits before turning back to him. You made yourself tea instead, having drank too much coffee throughout the day to calm your nerves. He took the styrofoam cup and box from your hands and purposely brushed his fingers against yours but made it seem like an accident. Your neck stiffened at the sudden physical contact and pulled your hands back. He felt electric and if he let you, you'd grab his hands and keep them intertwined with yours.
It’s now or never you thought. “Do you want to go to dinner sometime–”
“Would you like to go out with me–” you and Harry spoke at the same time. You hadn't processed what he said so you questioned, “Huh? What was that?” Harry thought he heard you correctly, but he asked you again, “Would you like to go out with me? For dinner, maybe?”
YES, YES, YES you chanted in your head. Your heart was warm and you felt a butterfly flutter about inside you. On the outside, you were cool and collected. But your smile could have spoken for you. “Yes, I’d love that.”
Hermione helped Harry with looking for nice places in muggle London. George offered his best suit to the raven-haired boy, but Harry declined because he was significantly smaller in stature than the tall ginger, and also because he feared that George would have hexed the suit to either squirt out water, or have random objects falling out the sleeves.
George, Ginny and Ron would tease Harry about finally having a girlfriend, only to get scolded by both Hermione and Molly to stop. “Harry is a perfectly handsome young boy, he should be dating as much as he can,” Molly would defend.
“Ah, but mum, Harry isn't a boy anymore,” George joked. Molly hit her sons’ head with a cleaning rag and returned to what she was doing. Harry had picked a small restaurant that Hermione recommended that was inexpensive but not shabby. He never really liked expensive places or things even though he can absolutely afford them. She suggested that she helped him pick out something to wear, but he stopped her right there. “I can dress myself, thanks,” Harry sassed.
“The one you should be helping is my hopeless brother,” Ginny joked about Ron. He didn't find it all funny as Ron had a sour look on his face and whispered under his breath, “Bloody menace.”
“What did you say?” Ginny stood straight up from the couch and chased Ron throughout the house. She may be the youngest in the house, but it didn't make her any less scary when mad. George laughed at the sight of his siblings fighting while Molly yelled at them to be careful.
Harry finally put everything together – but if he was honest, he was putting together whatever Hermione said – and went to his room. There was still a couple days until the date, but he was nervous. He’s never really gone on a date. There was the night with Patil at the Yule Ball, but that didn't end well. There were a couple hang outs with Cho in the library, but never an actual date. So he hoped that this would turn out well.
Harry's breath was taken away when he saw you. You looked absolutely beautiful in the sundress you wore. Looking ethereal, you hadn't noticed Harry across the street parking the car. For a split second, he almost rear ended the car in front of him.
He walked towards slowly after taking a deep breath and held a single daisy in one hand. Hermione said roses were ideal, but he figured he should come up with at least one thing on his own. Your e/c eyes met his green ones and your heart did somersaults in your chest. Once he stood in front of you, you both said ‘Hi’ at the same time. Harry handed you the daisy and you were flattered by the gesture. It was a beautiful flower and you couldn't wait to put it in a small vase and display it at the cafe.
“Shall we go inside?” Harry had one of his hands pointed towards the door of the restaurant. You nodded and walked into the place with Harry holding the door open for you and another elderly couple behind him. He’s so sweet you thought.
The night was perfect; Harry had felt comfortable in your presence. Much like the first night you had met and the times after, you both spent the dinner talking and laughing. This was the most normal, but also best Harry had felt in a long time. He hadn't realized how he never really got to be a young person due to all the insane things he’d gone through his six years at Hogwarts and then before with his aunt and uncle. But here he was with you, doing the most normal thing. Harry’s troubles were lifted off of his shoulders. There was no threat of Death Eaters terrorizing the streets, there was no Dark Lord out to get him; it was just him sitting down and having dinner with a woman that he really liked.
He learned more about you tonight. For one, you were also an only child. Other than your cats, you also liked dogs. And you occasionally played football with some of your cousins. Harry had never played football, but if it was anything like quidditch, he was sure that he'd love it as well.
At the end of the date, he took you to your underground tube station. You walked side by side, hands slightly brushing against another. You walked a bit faster to stop in your tracks right in front of him. “I had a lot of fun,” you confessed.
“Me too,” Harry expressed. You looked down at your fiddling hands while Harry couldn't take his eyes off of you. He was about to say ‘good night’ before you built up the courage and kissed him on the cheek. “Night, Harry,” you beamed at him. Harry was turned into a blubbering, love-struck fool as he saw you walk further and further away. Finally, he yelled out, “I’ll see you on Monday!”
Before turning away into the tube, you waved and repeated his words back at him, “See you Monday!”
“Well you're certainly in a bright mood today, Mr. Potter,” Dr. Osborne observed Harry from his seat. Since the date, he’s been talking a bit brighter and his smile is more genuine than when he first came in. “Could it be because you’re seeing someone after you leave?” All Harry could do was smile. “Well I’m very happy that you now have a companion aside from your friends.”
Harry nodded before he replied back, “Thank you, sir.”
“No need to thank me, Mr. Potter. You did this on your own,” Dr. Osborne stated. “Will you bring her to the wedding?”
“No, I don't think we’re ready for that,” Harry informed. This wedding would definitely include magic and you hadn't been close to any exposure of it. “Of course.” Dr, Osborne added. There was a bit of silence after that, which gave the counselor an opportune moment to ask about some of the things that were the reason for his weekly visits. “Do you still have the nightmares?”
Harry’s smile lowered. “Yeah, I do. But not as frequent as I used to have them.” It was true, it went down from him having them about nearly everyday to only get them once every couple weeks. He thanked Merlin you were kept out of his nightmares. He didn't need to see something traumatizing.
Dr. Osborne took notes and set his notepad down. “Well, Mr. Potter. I have seen excellent progress since day one. I think we can move down to just one session per week and work our way down to once every few weeks. I'll see you next Monday.” He opened the door for Harry and shook his hand as Harry left. Harry went to your cafe right after. The daisy he gifted you was on display above the glass bread display in a small, white vase. He hoped that you regularly watered and fed it so you wouldn't notice that Harry actually hexed the flower to never die. You were currently helping someone out when Harry stood in line. Once the customer you were with left, you noticed your boyfriend – at least you assumed he was, now – standing behind a couple of people. He waved at you, and you pointed to the usual table he sat at. It was almost like you reserved the table only for him. He nodded and sat down, patiently waiting for you to finish the line of customers.
Harry was mesmerized watching you work, the beautiful, kind smile you had when talking to customers. Some of them were obviously regulars as you asked one elderly man how his grandchildren were. Once she finished helping everyone, she started working on the usual coffees and tray on biscuits for the two of you.
Harry loved hearing about your day and he wished he could tell you more beyond what happens at home that didn't include magic. He didn't know when he'd tell you about him being a wizard. Ron and Hermione told him that if he were to tell you, you're more than welcome to attend their wedding which was still a few months away now that they have all the time in the world to plan it. He didn't know what to say, but there was one thing he was sure about. He really liked, maybe even loved, how comfortable he felt around you. He liked the way your hands felt in his, your eyes shying away when you looked at him for too long. And he loved the feeling of your warm, soft lips against his at the end of the night when you had just locked the doors and he just went for it. Because in that moment, he wasn't the famous Harry Potter who saved the wizarding world, he wasn't Harry Potter who was recovering from the aftermath of the Battle. He was just Harry, and he really liked being your boyfriend.
At least he assumed he was.
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WIP Wednesday
Hello so it's Wednesday huh? I am so bad about actually posting these but today I have stuff I would really like to share! It's from me and @ouidamforeman's ghosts AU, Night of the Living Boyfriend!, as we soldier on into Chapter 4 and further into Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship and their time spent apart over the summer!
And since I haven't posted one of these in a while, I'm giving y'all a nice and long look at a currently unedited part of the next chapter! A quick content warning for blood in this snippet, but that's kind of just what you get with this Crowley.
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The bus ride from the airport felt like an eternity, spread out across several miles of beautiful New England countryside that Aziraphale couldn’t even find the good sense to enjoy. Every moment spent in a queue waiting to find out his class schedule made his skin prickle with frustration. Why couldn’t things just move? Didn’t the world know he had better things to do?
Summer with his family had been… well, par for the course honestly. Lots of time alone, secluded from the family he never liked to interact with. Lots of implications about him having the ‘good sense to keep his morals about him’. As though Tadfield University cared one crumb about the family name. As though anyone did anymore. His family was still powerful, but in an old money way that didn’t carry as much weight as it used to. And he’d never wanted any of it anyway.
There were letters, written but never sent. How do you address a letter to a ghost? “The Haunted House Down the Lane” written on an envelope doesn’t really do anything. But he wrote them anyway. Well over a dozen, full of confessions he wasn’t ready to say. It made him feel closer, even though the months with Crowley had felt more like a fever dream than anything else.
Finally, with the schedule finally in hand after what felt like years, Aziraphale was able to return to his apartment. He didn’t even stop to unpack, simply opening the door and throwing his suitcases in before closing it behind him. He had much more important places to be.
He fully expected, if he were honest, that the whole thing never happened. That he’d arrive at the old dilapidated Nutter House and find it completely empty, grown over with vines and cobwebs. No cassette deck, no blankets to keep out the chill, no little plant being nursed back to health.
Aziraphale’s feet carried him down the familiar path as soon as the bus doors opened; muscle memory taking him past the familiar trees at the end of the sidewalk, further into the woods. The leaves were just starting to shift from their verdant green into shades of orange and yellow, the heat of August doing nothing to stem the seasons from changing.
Soon enough, he was at the door of the old house. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, reminded himself that this was somewhere he was wanted. But as he reached for the doorknob, he paused.
Three months had passed. It was a long time. Long enough for someone to move on, if they didn’t hear from someone. Long enough for someone to pass on, if Crowley had found what was tying him to this world. Long enough to be forgotten.
He shook his head, those thoughts wouldn’t do. Either Crowley would be there or he wouldn’t, and at the end of the day it didn’t matter one way or the other. Crowley was his friend first, before everything else that had come along.
Aziraphale knocked politely before turning the knob and letting himself in. The house was unusually cold for the tail end of summer, but it often was. That was one thing all the books on ghosts got right, at least.
“Crowley? Are you here?” Aziraphale asked the empty space as he walked through the house he’d become so familiar with. He made his way through the kitchen, towards the stairwell. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the withered snake plant, flourishing and bright on the kitchen counter, soaking up the sun coming in through the window.
He poked at the soil, finding it just a tad bit on the dry side. It could probably do with a little water at least, and Crowley sometimes took a while to manifest. He took one of the dingy glasses to the outside tap, feeling a cold chill up his spine as he crossed the threshold. So it was going to be like that, was it?
“Goodness me, it’s ever so boring here all by myself. Just me and the plant. The only friend I have to talk to,” Aziraphale said, chewing the scenery of the kitchen for all it was worth. “Woe is me, to be all alone in a crumbling old house. I hope nothing horrible happens to me while I’m minding my own business, watering this plant.”
The cold dripped in slowly, a slight chill prickling at his senses. Like the first sip of strawberry cordial on a July afternoon. It dipped lower and lower still, enough to make Aziraphale shiver. He could see the puffs of his breath in the air as a cold wind came on with a moan right through the small kitchen. A gurgling noise started in the sink basin. Aziraphale looked inside to see a glowing mass of ectoplasm and blood bubbling up from the drain. How dramatic, he thought to himself. Though he supposed after a summer alone he could afford Crowley a bit of dramatics.
The bubbling continued, viscous glowing red blood filling the sink basin, overflowing and spilling onto the floor as Aziraphale rolled his eyes. It creeped across the floor, leaving an iridescent trail in its wake, before coming together and materializing into something – someone – not altogether corporeal.
“Hi,” Crowley said, with his trademark half smirk, eyes glowing red behind the sunglasses he had died in.
“At least there isn’t blood dripping from your mouth this time,” Aziraphale pointed out, unable to contain the fondness slipping into his words.
“Three months away and that’s all you can say?” Crowley asked, trying to look hurt but smiling too wide for the ruse to be successful.
“All you can say is ‘hi’, so what does that say for either of us?” Aziraphale crossed his arms, leaning against the still-bloody counter and raising an eyebrow.
The moment wasn’t awkward, not really. But it was charged. It was a moment that held all of the weight of the past three months of separation. Of no way to keep in touch. Of unsaid words and unsent letters. Aziraphale broke first. “I missed you, my dear.”
The smirk on Crowley’s face shattered, splintering across his features into something much larger and more real. “Missed you too, angel.”
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