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[arcana-greenleaf]

Ok, ok, I hope you don't mind another. Your writing is just amazing and the way you write the characters is just PERFECTION!!

I've had this one idea floating around and I'm itching to share it!

A girl ends up in Volterra after deciding to go on a solo trip. She's mated to either Alec or Demetri or maybe even Felix(I'm open!) BUT the twist is this: she is Aro's great(however far down the line) niece. I'm thinking something about her triggers his memories of his human family(I know Marcus was with his sister but I'm thinking one sibling survived and stayed human).

I'd love for her to be a bookwormish type of girl again, maybe she traveled there to see the historic sites or something and ends up being pulled into something supernatural!

I hope this makes sense! I appreciate all you've done so far! 😭😭😭

Hey hey!! I’m so sorry for the long wait I got super busy with exams, Valentine’s Day, and some family things. Hopefully, this chapter meets your expectations! As a history student, I really enjoyed writing the historical elements hehe. :) I focused mostly on Aro and his long-lost niece because I loved the concept and wanted to establish it properly, but I’m totally open to doing a part two where I explore the romance between the reader and their chosen character. That’s all from me for now and thank you so much for requesting, as always! <3<3

The cobbled streets of Volterra were everything she had dreamed of. Ancient, winding, whispering with the ghosts of the past. Ivy clung to weathered stone, the scent of fresh bread and aged parchment drifted from open-air cafés, and the warm Tuscan sun bathed the city in gold. She adjusted her glasses, brushing a stray curl from her face as she studied the guidebook in her hands. She had spent years dreaming about this solo trip, pouring over history books, sketching maps in the margins of her notebooks. It was an escape and an indulgence in everything she loved. History. Literature. The stories that old places told if one only listened closely enough. And Volterra, one of Italy’s most ancient cities, promised plenty of stories. The city was steeped in history, dating back to the Etruscans. She had always found herself drawn to ruins, to places where the past lingered in the air. This was her chance to walk in the footsteps of scholars and poets, of conquerors and commoners, of those long forgotten yet eternally present in the walls that surrounded her. She had spent the morning exploring the Museo Etrusco Guarnacci, marveling at the funerary urns and their intricately carved lids depicting figures frozen in time.

Now, she wandered aimlessly, allowing the city to guide her. What she never imagined was stepping into a story of her own. The feeling started subtly at first – a prickle on the back of her neck, the uncanny sensation of being watched. She dismissed it as the natural unease of being alone in a foreign place, but the weight of unseen eyes never left her. She glanced over her shoulder more than once, but the bustling streets carried only tourists and locals, none of whom paid her any special attention. Still, the feeling persisted. She chalked it up to paranoia. Or maybe jet lag. She had barely slept the night before, too giddy with excitement. That, combined with the heavy heat, was bound to play tricks on her mind. Her feet led her through the Piazza dei Priori, the heart of the city. She let her fingers trail along the cool stone of an archway, pausing before an iron-wrought gate leading into what she assumed was an administrative building. The emblem above it was an ornate crest that drew her in, the design strangely familiar in a way she couldn’t place. She turned away, intending to continue her exploration, when she collided with something, or rather someone, solid. A chill raced down her spine. The man before her was unnaturally still, his crimson eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. He was tall, statuesque, with dark hair and an aristocratic air that made him seem like he had stepped out of a Renaissance painting. “I- ” she began, but the man tilted his head, lips curving in a way that sent every nerve in her body on high alert. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “You have quite the resemblance to someone.” As he spoke she could feel it – some tether snapping into place, something irrevocable settling in the marrow of her bones. His gaze darkened, nostrils flaring as if drinking in her very essence. She didn’t understand the weight of the moment, but he did. “You should come with me,” he said, voice gentle, but there was no mistaking it for anything but a command. She took a step back. “Excuse me?” Before she could blink, another figure materialized beside the first, this one even more regal, draped in flowing black robes. His skin was translucent, his long fingers steepled in thought as he studied her. “Aro,” the first man murmured, as though she were an offering presented before a king. The second man, Aro, gazed at her in silence. Then as if compelled he reached for her hand. She jerked back on instinct, but something in the way his expression flickered made her pause. “You…” Aro whispered, his voice barely audible. His crimson eyes burned with something she couldn’t name. “I know you.” A cold dread settled in her stomach. “That’s impossible.” Aro’s lips curled into a knowing smile, and in that moment, she knew her fate had already been sealed. She had come to Volterra to touch history. She hadn’t expected history to touch back.

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In the hours that followed, she found herself swept away and led through a labyrinth of hidden corridors beneath Volterra. The walls dripped with age and the air was thick with something ancient, something beyond time. She should have been afraid, should have been struggling, screaming, demanding an explanation but instead, she walked in silence, her mind whirring. They finally arrived at a vast chamber where two more men were waiting. The silence in the chamber was suffocating. Aro stood before her, fingers still tingling from the momentary contact with her skin. His expression remained unreadable, though a storm brewed behind his red eyes. He turned slightly, exchanging a glance with Marcus and Caius, who observed the scene with varying degrees of interest. “My dear,” Aro’s voice was soft, almost reverent. “Do you have any idea who you are?” The question sent a shiver through her. “I’m just… me,” she answered hesitantly. “I came here for a vacation, to see the historical sites.” Aro let out a low chuckle, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ah, fate is truly a fascinating thing.” He stepped closer, tilting his head. “You are more than a tourist. You carry the blood of my family, the last thread to a past long buried.” She shook her head, heart hammering. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, but it is.” His voice was velvet and as he circled her his robes whispered against the marble floor. “Centuries ago, before I chose this life, before immortality, I had a family. A sister.” His eyes darkened. “She did not join me on this path. She remained human. And her bloodline, it seems, has endured the test of time.” The words hit her like a blow. Aro, this ancient, powerful being was claiming her as kin. “You are my descendant, my blood,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “How extraordinary.” The weight of his words sank in, a dizzying sensation overtaking her. Her entire reality had shifted in an instant. She wasn’t just another tourist. She wasn’t just a visitor admiring Volterra’s beauty. She was tied to something far older, far darker than she had ever imagined. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe. This had to be a mistake. “I don’t-” She struggled to form the words, to make sense of the impossible. “I don’t understand. How can you be sure?” Aro’s lips curled into something resembling a smile, but there was something almost wistful in his expression. “My dear, I have seen many things in my years but there are certain truths one does not question.” He lifted a pale hand, as if tempted to touch her again but refrained. “When I took your hand, I saw pieces of the past, fragments of what once was. The resemblance alone is uncanny, but the blood… it does not lie.” Marcus, who had been watching in silence, shifted slightly in his throne. His expression was unreadable, yet his eyes bore into her with a depth that made her uneasy. “It has been a long time since Aro has spoken of his human ties,” his voice barely above a whisper. “This is… unexpected.” Caius, on the other hand, did not look as pleased. His lips curled in distaste, his crimson gaze sharp with suspicion. “Blood does not always make one family,” he murmured barely sparing her a glance. “What does it matter? She is human. Fragile.” Aro didn’t seem perturbed by his Caius' dismissiveness. Instead, he clasped his hands together, his eyes still locked onto her. “Oh, but this changes everything, dear Caius. She is the last of my mortal lineage. A thread connecting me to the past I had thought lost forever.” His voice filled with admiration, and it made her stomach twist. The sheer gravity of the situation was suffocating.

This morning, she had been an ordinary traveller exploring the streets of an ancient city, marvelling at its history. Now, she was standing in the heart of something far older, something secret and dangerous. “I- I don’t know what you want from me,” she admitted, voice unsteady. “I’m not… I’m not special.” Aro chuckled, shaking his head as if the very idea amused him. “Oh, but you are, dear one. You are proof that my past did not die with my humanity. You are a living remnant of a life I thought lost to the sands of time.” His gaze softened, something almost warm flickering in his ancient eyes. “And I would see you protected.” Protected. The word rang in her ears like a warning. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Protected,” she echoed warily. “From what?” Aro exchanged a glance with Marcus before answering. “From the world, my dear. And from those who might seek to exploit what you are.” A chill ran down her spine. “And what exactly am I?” Aro stepped closer, his presence both commanding and unnerving. “You are my kin,” he said simply. “And that is not a thing I take lightly.” She searched his face for any sign of deception, for some hint of ulterior motive, but all she found was certainty. Whatever this was, whatever he saw in her, he truly believed it. And that terrified her. Alec and Felix, who had been standing in silent observation after entering the chamber, finally moved. Alec’s curious gaze lingered on her. Felix, on the other hand, exhaled sharply and smirked. “So, what now?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the tension. “Do we add ‘long-lost niece’ to the official Volterra records?” Caius scoffed. “This is a distraction.” Aro only smiled, clearly unfazed by his displeasure. “This is an opportunity,” he corrected smoothly. Then, turning his full attention back to her he gestured toward the grand chamber. “You must be exhausted, my dear. We have much to discuss, but you will need time to process all you have learned.” She hesitated. Was that an order or a suggestion? Her body screamed for rest, for a moment to breathe and process the sheer impossibility of what had happened. But the logical part of her mind, the part that still clung to reason, knew she wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Maybe not ever. With a deep breath, she nodded. “I… I think I need to sit down.” Aro’s smile widened, his crimson gaze gleaming with something unreadable. “Then allow me to extend my hospitality, dear one. You are, after all, family.” And as the doors to the chamber closed behind her, she knew with unsettling certainty that her life would never be the same again.

[arcana-greenleaf]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Garrett one shot with a reader who struggles with sensory issues? Such as they get overwhelmed by being in crowds?

Just read ur other Garret posts and I absolutely LOVE them!

Thank you!!!

Hello!! Thank you for requesting and for the love on my other posts! I truly hope you like this one as well :) I wanted to really focus on the experience of being in a crowd and highlight the small gestures I think Garrett would do to help calm you. Feel free to reach out with thoughts, feedback or anything you'd like to see next <3 Enjoy!

The bustling marketplace stretched endlessly before you, alive with a relentless energy that set your nerves on edge. People moved in every direction weaving between vendor stalls and clustered groups. Their voices rose in an overwhelming cacophony of haggling, laughter, and distant music. The sheer force of it pressed against your senses. The once-pleasant aromas of fresh pastries, ripe fruit, street food, and blooming flowers blended into an overwhelming mix, leaving you slightly nauseous. Your breathing quickened, shallow and uneven. You had expected this to be difficult, being in crowds always was, but you wanted to try. You had told yourself that this time would be different, that you would prepare, that you would try and brace yourself against the creeping anxiety that came with too much stimulation. Garrett had hesitated when you first mentioned the idea. His keen golden eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign of doubt. After you reassured him and said you’d let him know if it became too much, he nodded and offered you his hand in silent agreement.

Now, standing in the middle of the crowded street, his cold hand was the only thing keeping you grounded.

His grip was firm but careful as his thumb traced slowly over your knuckles. It was enough, at first. You tried your best to focus on steadying your breath with some simple breathing exercises as you cautiously moved further into the crowd. Garrett never let go, never rushed you. But the marketplace was relentless. The crowd pressed in even closer, brushing against you from all sides. Each accidental touch sent an electric jolt through your system. Strangers’ voices tangled together and their words lost all meaning. Your pulse thrummed in your ears, loud and insistent, matching the rhythmic clatter of footsteps against cobblestone. You tightened your grip on Garrett’s hand, fingers trembling slightly. He, of course, noticed immediately. His free hand settled gently against your lower back. “You with me?” His voice was low and quiet against the noise, meant only for you. You could only nod since your throat felt tight as if speaking would shatter what little control you had left. Garrett didn’t push. He just shifted closer, shielding you from the worst of the crowd. His broad frame provided a barrier thus lessening the impact of jostling bodies. He started guiding you toward the edge of the street, away from the densest part of the market. “Hey.” His voice was steady, calm. “We’re stepping out. Come on.” He didn’t wait for a response as he knew you couldn’t give one right now. Instead, he simply continued moving you away from the chaos. The moment the noise softened, the moment the crowd wasn’t pressing against you anymore, you felt your lungs start to work properly again. When you stepped into an empty side alley your skin buzzed with lingering overstimulation as you leaned onto the cool wall. You were still on edge but at least now you could breathe. One step at a time. Garrett stayed close, his hand never left yours. He didn’t speak right away. He just waited. It was something you had always appreciated about him. He never rushed you through moments like these, never made you feel like you had to justify your reactions. He understood, in a way that very few people did, that sometimes words weren’t needed immediately. After several deep breaths you finally turned to face him. His golden eyes were unwavering, completely fixated on you. He lifted a hand, waiting for silent permission before gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch was deliberate, careful, meant to ground rather than startle. “Better?” he murmured. You nodded slowly, though your fingers were still curled into fists at your sides. The tension lingering in your muscles. Garrett took both of your hands in his, once again rubbing light circles over your palms with his thumbs. The repetitive motion slowly eased the remnants of anxiety. It was a small thing, but it worked. “Take your time,” he said, and you knew he meant it. You exhaled, shaky but much steadier than before. “I tried.” “I know.” His lips quirked slightly. “You did good.” Your throat tightened at the sincerity in his voice. “I wanted to last longer.” Garrett shook his head, still tracing those soothing patterns against your skin. “You lasted as long as you needed to.” The weight of his words settled deep in your chest making you warm inside. You squeezed his hands offering a silent thank you. Garrett responded by bringing one of your hands to his lips, pressing a brief kiss against your knuckles. “Next time,” he said, his voice lighter now, “we’ll find a quieter place. Less overwhelming. More you.” You nodded, letting the last remnants of tension drain from your shoulders. After a few more minutes you broke the silence. "Thank you," you whispered again, more for yourself than for him. Garrett’s gaze softened, and he leaned in, his forehead lightly brushing against yours. “No need to thank me. I’m not going anywhere.” His words were simple, but they held so much weight, so much promise. You let yourself believe them, because with him you knew that this was something you could hold onto. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to believe you could open up even more, without fear.

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[arcana-greenleaf]

I hope you don't mind if I put in another request(your writing is truly AMAZING!)!

May I request Garrett finding his mate after a natural disaster, she's injured badly enough she needs to be changed and afterwards she has the ability to control whatever element caused the natural disaster(ex. volcano/wildfire=fire, tornado=air, tsunami/flood=water, earthqake=earth). She'd still be a little hesitant at using her abilities after having experienced first hand what damage they can cause.

Apologies for the wait, and thank you for another incredibly fun request! I’m so happy you liked the other one, and I hope this one lives up to your expectations as well. ❤️ Enjoy!

The pungent scent of smoke clung to the wind. It was thick and suffocating. Embers still smouldered in the wreckage below, casting an eerie red glow against the night. Garrett stood at the edge of the devastation, surveying the ruin with narrowed eyes. The wildfire had raged mercilessly, reducing entire homes to charred skeletons and trees to blackened husks. The air was saturated with death. And yet, beneath that overwhelming scent of destruction, something else called to him. Something alive. A heartbeat—faint and struggling. Garrett answered the call and jumped into motion, weaving through the wreckage with practised ease. He followed the sound, the undeniable pull deep in his chest urging him forward. Then he saw her. She lay trapped beneath a collapsed beam, her body broken, blood soaking into the scorched earth. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale rattling with pain. Burns marred her skin, her clothes torn and singed. But none of that mattered. She was clinging to life, but just barely. He needed to act fast. A vicious snarl built in his throat, the mere thought of losing her sending his instincts into a frenzy. He fell to his knees beside her, hands hovering over her frail form, unsure if moving her would do more harm than good.  Blood pooled around her, the scent thick in the air, but Garrett didn’t waver. He pushed aside his vampiric instincts as if nothing mattered more than her. She was his only focus. Her eyes finally fluttered open, barely focusing, as if she felt his presence. “You’re real,” she whispered, voice rasping like wind through ashes. Garrett swallowed hard. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m real.” A weak smile ghosted her lips. “Shame… I was hoping… hallucination. Would be less embarrassing.” Even in agony, she found humour. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Sorry to disappoint.” Her breath hitched, and her body seized with pain. He knew then that there was no saving her. Not as she was. Her injuries were too severe, her human body too fragile. His jaw clenched. “I can help you,” he said, voice low, urgent. “But you have to trust me.” She blinked sluggishly, already fading. “Dying doesn’t… seem very helpful.” He leaned closer, his voice soft, almost coaxing. “You don’t have to die.” Realization flickered in her gaze. A breath of silence stretched between them before she gave the smallest nod. That was all he needed. With a low growl, he sank his teeth into her wrist. 

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The change burned like the wildfire that nearly killed her. Agony consumed every nerve, fire igniting in her veins. Time lost meaning as minutes, hours and days blurred together in a relentless inferno. Somewhere in the haze, she felt a comforting presence. A steady voice. A hand brushing against hers, grounding her. Then, at last silence. When she opened her eyes, the world was different. It was sharper and brighter. The night sky stretched above her, endless and clear. Every ember, every crackling flame still burning in the wreckage below was unbearably vivid. The scent of smoke, earth and him flooded her senses. Hunger coiled in her stomach, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was controlled. She sat up, faster than she thought possible, and turned to face him. Garrett. His red eyes studied her, cautious but amused and more than anything thankful that she was still alive. At least in a sense. “Welcome back, sweetheart.” She exhaled. Her breath was smooth, effortless. The pain was gone and so was the weakness. She felt… powerful. But something else stirred beneath the surface. A flicker of warmth in her palm. There was a whisper in the air.  She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. An uneasy feeling settled in her chest. Something else was different. Then, without warning, a small fire erupted from her fingertips. Panic surged through her as she jerked away, the flames flickering out as quickly as they appeared. Her breath hitched. “What the hell was that?” Garrett’s eyes widened, but his shock quickly shifted into fascination. “Well, that’s new.” She scrambled to her feet. The embers surrounding them pulsed in rhythm, like a steady heartbeat. She could feel it in her very core. The heat, the destruction, the roaring flames, all of it was inside her now. She stumbled backwards. “No. No, this can’t – this isn’t -” Garrett moved swiftly, catching her hands in his. His touch was grounding and solid. "Breathe."  She no longer needed to breathe, but she mimicked the motion anyway before meeting his gaze. “I can’t – this isn’t normal. This isn’t supposed to happen.” His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, nothing about us is normal.” A sharp exhale left her. He wasn’t wrong. She forced herself to focus and try to push down the overwhelming fear rising in her throat. “It’s because of the fire,” she whispered. “The wildfire.” Garrett nodded with a thoughtful expression. “Looks like it gave you a parting gift.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “Some gift.” She clenched her fists, trying to stop the slight tremor in her fingers. “I felt it, Garrett. I felt the fire take everything. And now it’s me.” He was quiet for a moment, then he tilted his head. “Do you think the fire wanted to hurt you?” She blinked. “What?” He took a step closer. “Do you think it had a choice? Or was it just… fire?” She swallowed hard. “Fire isn’t good or bad,” he continued. “It just is. It destroys, yeah, but it also warms. It protects. It gives life just as much as it takes.” He let his fingers brush against hers. “And so will you. If you let yourself.” She looked at him, really looked at him. With her newly heightened senses, it felt as though she was seeing him for the first time. He wasn’t afraid of her. Not even a little. And for the first time, she considered that maybe she didn’t have to be afraid either. She took a deep breath out of habit. The embers no longer pulsed wildly around her. The fire inside her wasn’t raging, it felt as though it had been waiting. Garrett smirked. “Told you to trust me.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “A little.” He grinned. “But mostly, I’m just looking forward to what comes next.” As her confidence grew and her nerves settled, the embers around her slowly faded. She turned her gaze to the horizon, where the first light of dawn stretched across the charred landscape.

Everything was different now – her body, her senses, the fire that lived inside her. She would have to learn, to adapt, to figure out what this new existence meant. What did come next? She wasn’t sure. But with Garrett beside her, she was ready to find out.

[arcana-greenleaf]

I absolutely love the Duran Duran header!! 💕

Ahhh, thank you so much!! <3 On that note, I’ll include some pictures from a Duran Duran concert I went to last summer :)

[arcana-greenleaf]

Can I please request Garrett as a girl dad? 😭😭😭 Even as a vampire he'd be so gentle and loving! I'd love to see him with a human mate who happens to be a single mama.

First off, thank you so much for this request! :) I absolutely loved the idea of Garrett as a girl dad, and I had so much fun writing this. I decided to mix headcanons with full scenes to try and bring his relationship with Reader and Lily to life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💖

Garrett had wandered into the small town looking for nothing in particular. He never stayed in one place too long, but something about this town felt... different.

He first saw you at the grocery store, struggling with a tired, fussy toddler on your hip while trying to pay for the groceries. Lily, barely four years old, was squirming in your arms, clearly unhappy about something. Garrett wasn’t one to intervene in human affairs, but when he heard the cashier’s rude tone, something inside him bristled. “Look, lady, if you don’t have enough-” You sighed, clearly exhausted and completely done with the cashier, and reached for your wallet with one hand while the other tried to keep Lily still. “I do. I just need a second.” Something in Garrett made him want to help. In a blur too fast for human eyes to catch, he stepped beside you and placed a crisp bill on the counter. “This should cover it.” You turned to him startled and confused as Lily blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Oh, no, you don’t have to!” “I insist,” Garrett said smoothly, flashing a charming smile. He turned to Lily and spoke in a gentle manner that surprised even him. “Besides, it looks like this little one deserves a treat after being so patient.” Lily studied him carefully, then, in a completely unexpected move, reached for his wild hair. “You look like a pirate!” Garrett chuckled. “Aye, that I do, lass.” You shook your head but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you. That was… kind of you.” Garrett tipped an imaginary hat. “Anytime.” And just like that, he was hooked.

You have been hesitant at first. A mysterious, handsome man appearing out of nowhere and taking an interest in you and your daughter? It sounded like the start of a fairy tale….or a horror story. But Garrett was patient. He didn’t push nor did he invade your space. He simply kept showing up wherever you guys went, always ready with a smile for Lily and a knowing look for you. One evening, he found you sitting on the porch, visibly exhausted, while Lily played in the yard. He took a seat as well and watched the little girl chase fireflies. “She likes you,” you admitted, almost begrudgingly. Garrett smirked. “What’s not to like?” You rolled your eyes at him. “She doesn’t warm up to people easily.” Garrett watched as Lily toddled over to him and held up a tiny hand. He extended his own, letting her place a glowing firefly in his palm. “Seems to me she’s got good instincts.” Lily beamed and gave him a toothy grin. “You can keep it!” Garrett smiled endearingly. "An honoured gift, princess." Your heart softened a little more.

Despite his wild, rebellious nature, Garrett is shockingly gentle with Lily. He makes sure to always speak softly to her, even when he’s passionate or frustrated about something else.

It starts as a joke, but Garrett becomes the designated client at Lily's hair salon. Lily loves his long hair and insists on playing with it, weaving it into messy braids and pigtails, and adorning it with colourful hair clips and flower crowns. At first, he pretended to hate it but it was really obvious that he loved it. He even begged you to teach him how to braid hair so he could do Lily’s hair as well.

(you are planning to buy Lily a kid's makeup set next, Garret would look really good with sparkly blue eyeshadow)

Garrett has fought in wars and challenged authority figures, but he will sit through an entire tea party wearing a ridiculous hat if it makes Lily happy. you secretly take pictures

He feels an overwhelming instinct to keep you safe. Whether it's shielding you from supernatural threats or simply ensuring Lily never crosses the street without holding his hand, he is hyper-aware of your safety.

Let's be real he has centuries of knowledge and firsthand historical experience, so bedtime stories with Garrett are next level. Lily gets to hear about the Revolutionary War in dramatic detail, but he always makes sure to tone it down to keep it child-friendly. Just you wait when she is old enough so he can help her with her History homework…

As a vampire, he doesn’t sleep, eat, or get tired, but he adjusts to human life. He learns how to cook even if he doesn’t eat the food. The food was inedible in his humble beginnings but with time he started getting better. He even started preparing Lily's lunch and is always trying to arrange it into some animal-looking thing with a little note. While cooking, Garrett wears a ‘kiss the cook’ apron only because you got it for him.....he huffs and puffs if you don't actually kiss him.

It happened on accident. Garrett had been in your lives for almost a year by now, seamlessly blending into your little world. Lily adored him, and you – well, you had stopped pretending you didn’t a long time ago. One night, Lily was half-asleep after the bedtime story when she reached for him instead of you. “Daddy,” she murmured, curling into his chest. Garrett froze. Time stopped. You were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and a hand over your mouth. Lily’s breathing evened out, already lost to sleep again, but Garrett felt something shift deep in his immortal cold heart. Later, when you met his gaze and whispered, “Are you okay?” he swallowed hard, his voice rough when he finally spoke. “I’ve never been better.” Garrett didn’t move for a long time. The sound of Lily’s sleepy voice echoing in his head felt like a shock to his system. Something shifted and clicked into place in a way he never knew was possible. Daddy. He had lived through centuries, fought wars, and roamed aimlessly through life without a single attachment. And yet here he was, with a tiny human trusting him enough to give him a title that carried more weight than anything he had ever known. He glanced up at you. You were still watching him with an unreadable expression, but your eyes were soft. Softer than he had ever seen them. Slowly, you stepped forward, kneeling beside the couch where he sat. “She already thinks of you that way,” you whispered. “I think… I think she has for a while.” Garrett carefully adjusted Lily in his arms, his fingers brushing through her soft curls. “And you?” You sucked in a breath but didn't look away. "You know how I feel." He did. He had known for weeks, maybe even months, but hearing it aloud, seeing it in your eyes – it was completely different. Garrett reached for your hand, his cool fingers tracing over your knuckles. “I’ve never had anything like this,” he admitted. “Not in all my years.” You finally gave him a small smile. “And?” He exhaled, brushing a kiss against Lily’s forehead. “And I never want to lose it.” You leaned in, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “You won’t.” For the first time in his existence, Garrett believed it.

Garrett never expected to find a home, much less a family. But in you and Lily, he found both. And for the first time in centuries, he wasn’t just a wanderer anymore. He was only yours.

[arcana-greenleaf]

<3 hey everyone, guess who’s back ?? 👀 it’s me!! i disappeared off the face of the earth, and i’m so sorry to people who sent requests and never got an answer. life happened, time flew, and suddenly it’s been three years?? insane. but i’ve been missing writing so much, and i really want to get back into it! huge shoutout to everyone who followed, liked, or interacted while i was gone, y’all are real ones and this additionally motivated me to come back. 💖 so here’s the deal: my requests are OPEN, and i am begging you to send me something. literally anything. matchups, x reader fics, headcanons—i’m down for all of it. ✨ fandoms i write for: Harry Potter Stranger Things The Karate Kid / Cobra Kai The Outsiders The Lost Boys Heathers Lord of the Rings Twilight honestly any 80s movie so yeah, send me requests, let’s get this blog up and running again! i missed this 🖤

[arcana-greenleaf]

can i get an outsiders and stranger things matchup no stress tho, if u don’t want to. but i have medium black hair, i’m 5’3, with fair skin and a pretty big bust, i love movies and i hope to be an actress someday and i have the habit of catching feelings very easily, i’m also kind of insecure but i’m working on it.

love ya <33

I really hope you enjoy! Ly<3

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THE OUTSIDERS

I match you up with Ponyboy Curtis!

date nights at the drive-in (ofc)

that's actually how you two met

you were sat next to each other and at some point, you started commenting on the movie together

after the movie ended he made sure to walk you home and along the way you learned a lot about each other

while he was walking home you were the only thing on his mind

I can see you two acting out scenes from books and Pony's always praising your acting

very supportive boy

he'll help with your insecurities

Pony will flirt with you all the time but it would be that soft, cute type of flirting

gentleman™

best cuddles and hugs

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STRANGER THINGS

I match you up with Jonathan Byers!

mini photoshoots all the time (you're his best model)

he would fall first and he would fall hard

numerous times he would come up to you with the intention of asking you out but he would chicken out every time

one time you asked him to go see a movie together and that's kinda how it all started

always looking you with adoration

if you're in the theatre group and you have a show you can bet that Jonathan will be in the first row ready to give you a bouquet once you're finished

I feel like he's the type of boyfriend who would give you small random gifts just because they reminded him of you

many nights together are spent listening to music and watching movies

Joyce and Will adore you (literally, Joyce is always asking when will you come over for dinner)

since he's good 10 cm taller than you forehead kisses are a must

if you ever feel insecure Jonathan will always be there to reassure you that you are the most beautiful, the smartest and the most badass person he knows

[arcana-greenleaf]

can i get an outsiders matchup? i’m 5’5, sorta thin but also curvy and i have long hair sort of like cherry’s except brown, i’m very feminine and i love jewelry and makeup and pretty dresses. i’m also very opinionated and i love reading and writing and i’m in debate club.

I match you up with Sodapop

He likes being taller than you but will often tease you about your height

SIMP™ (i am not joking, this man thinks you are a literal goddess)

Says I love you at least 5 times a day

Will give you his jacket even if it isn't that cold outside

He's holding your hand 24/7 and he always wants to cuddle + likes braiding your hair for fun

When you first started dating he noticed you liked jewellery so after he worked his ass off at DX he managed to buy you a nice necklace

You two would get dressed up and go dancing or to the drive-in

Pretty girl and pretty boy

Honestly, I feel like he would try to put makeup on you (he failed but it still looked cute??)

Soda loves it when you read him(especially something you wrote)

If your debate club has a public debate he will be there to support you

Arguments are non-existent between the two of you because you solve anything by talking

THE GANG ADORES YOU TWO

Darry was really proud of him because he found someone like you and Ponyboy sees you as a mother figure

If he ever gets hurt during a rumble you're there to take care of any wounds

You're each others physical and emotional support

[arcana-greenleaf]

I was wondering if you can do a little thing where (y/n) convinces Billy Hargrove to go to a haunted house (like an old creepy house not like a house with actors) and they scared the ever living hell on a Billy?

Thank you 💛

Once again I am really sorry you had to wait literal months but I finally did it. Hope you enjoy it! <3

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𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Billy Hargrove x gender neutral reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1214

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Another poke to his cheek. This has been going on for the last 5 minutes and Billy was getting rather frustrated. He was currently trying to sleep but the person next to him decided to interrupt him. ''Hey, Billy.'' He just murmured as a response. ''Can we go to that haunted house?'' ''What house?'' ''Oh, you know the one at the outskirts of the town.'' Billy opened his eyes to stare blankly at Y/N. ''I literally have no idea what are you talking about.'' ''There's this house that is supposedly haunted by the ghost of Amy Fletcher.'' He pulled out a cigarette and motioned for Y/N to continue. ''She lived there many years ago. One night while she was alone someone broke into the house and brutally murdered her. The killer was never found but it is said Amy came back as a ghost to hunt down the killer and punish them.'' Y/N tried to bring the creepy atmosphere but they obviously failed by the look on Billy's face. ''First of all, why is she still hunting the killer, that motherfucker probably died years ago. And second, there are no such things as ghosts.'' ''There are many scientific pieces of evidence of ghosts but that's not the point. The point is that I wanna go there and I want you to come with me.'' He scoffed. ''Yeah no way, I am not going into some shitshack to get killed by the falling debris.'' Y/N looked at their boyfriend with a scheming look. They need to convince him to go to the stupid house and there's only one thing that will work. ''Oh, dear if you're scared you could have just said so. Never mind then, we can do something else.'' The moment he heard the insinuations that he may be scared Billy shot up from the bed. ''I am not scared! There's nothing to be scared of. Get your ass in the car, we're going there.'' Billy Hargrove was tough and he was not scared of old houses or fucking non-existent ghosts. 15 minutes later the pair were standing in front of an old house. The scene looked like it came out of a Stephen King novel. ''Let's go inside! I am very excited.'' ''Lead the way then.'' They stalked closer until they reached the door, which was mysteriously opened. ''Uhmm… You sure no one's living here?'' '' Yeah, I am sure. Come on.'' Y/N confidently strode inside, Billy was left with no choice but to follow them. The only light was the one coming from their flashlights. The only sound was the creaking of the floorboards, but not for long. They started hearing thumps and knocks. At this point, Billy was getting scared(not that he would admit it). ''Maybe we should go back.'' Y/N smiled and continued onwards. ''If you want to you can wait outside, I wanna check something.'' Sure Billy wanted to get out of there asap but there's no way in hell he'd be leaving Y/N alone. ''Hey, can you please check that room there and then we can leave.'' Y/N pointed to the room at the end of the hallway with their flashlight. The faster he gets it done the faster they can get out. He went into the room and the door closed behind him with a bang. The noise made him jump. ''Billy!? Are you okay? Open the door!'' He tried to open them but they wouldn't budge. ''I am fine. The door is stuck, I'll have to break it. Stay back!'' ''No! Wait here, I think I saw a crowbar near the entrance. I'll be back in a minute.'' ''Y/N DON'T LEAVE I CAN BREAK THEM! Y/NNNN!'' He tried calling after them but the sound of their footsteps already faded away. With every second Billy grew more impatient and he was on edge. Random sounds were making him jump. He swore he felt a breath at the back of his neck. Y/N should have come back already. Now he really got scared. He called their name but he got no response. Tired of just sitting around he walked to the door and tried opening it once more. This time it magically opened. He had bigger problems on his mind so he didn't question it. He wasted no time in booking it out of that room. Continuing down the hallway and stopping next to the staircase he saw something on the stairs. When he shone his light over it he noticed it was a flashlight, Y/N's flashlight. His eyes skimmed over the darkness on

the upper floor but he bravely went up. Anything for his lover. The stairs creaked louder with every slow step. His ears picked up a noise coming from the hallway that the stairs led to. 'How many fucking hallways does this fucking house have!?' With trembling hands, he pointed the flashlight in the direction of the sound. He noticed the walls- or what was left of them- covered with something dark and liquid. 'It can't be blood, can it?' Another sound. His fight or flight response was ready to kick into action. At this point, he was nearing the end of the hallway and he saw a flash of light reflect from it. When he came face to face with the wall he registered the old cracked mirror on it. He breathed a sigh of relief but then his flashlight stopped working. 'How fucking convenient.' A movement in the mirror caught Billy's gaze. Once he turned around he saw a dark figure standing at the other end of the hallway. His soul left his body. 'Ghosts aren't real. Ghosts aren't real. Ghosts aren't real. Ghosts aren't real.' He tried telling himself in hopes of calming down(spoiler alert it didn't work). The figure made an excruciatingly slow step forward. His last option was to scream. ''Y/N where are you?!'' Another slow step. ''Please help!!!'' He can't run anywhere, he can't hide either. ''I don't wanna die!'' At that moment the figure started sprinting toward him. Billy let out a high pitch scream. But instead of killing him the figure stopped and started laughing. Suddenly the light was shone in Billy's direction. ''Oh love you should have seen your face! And that scream was amazing.'' Y/N. It was Y/N all along. They slowly came to Billy's side but the poor boy was still in shock. When their boyfriend didn't say anything they got worried. ''Hey, Billy? Are you alright? I am sorry I didn't think you would get so scared..'' Their rambling was cut short when Billy threw his arms around them. ''Thank god you're okay but if you do something like this ever again I swear I will kill you.'' Y/N sighed in relief. ''Sorry, Mr. tough guy but I can't make any promises.'' They kissed Billy softly and the said boy melted into the kiss, every ounce of fear left his body. ''We can go now.'' As they made their way down the stairs hand in hand, Y/N explained how they planned and executed the whole charade. Before they got in the car Billy spoke up. ''Just so you know, I'll be getting my revenge.'' ''Should I be scared?'' ''Oh you should be…and you will be.''

[arcana-greenleaf]

Hey, what kind of writing do you do? Like headcanons, ships, etc.?

Hi! As of right now I only did headcanons and oneshots (and 1 ship exchange) but I am willing to try new stuff. Ships are really fun to write so if there's a demand for that I can do more of those. If you have any more ideas/wishes just shoot me message :D

[arcana-greenleaf]

OMG I AM CRYING, THIS IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi🤠Can I get a stranger things and hunger games exchange matchup if your'e up for it. female she/her, straight, 5'4", brown hair but I dye it a lot, green eyes. I am an extroverted introvert, very flirty, sarcastic, dirty minded and I joke too much. Kinda short tempered and wanna fight people lol. I enjoy watching horror movies, playing video games, reading, listening to music and writing! i am also into crime documentaries, unsolved cases and stuff so i know a lot about that too.80s fanatic <3

Hey! So I read your info and I love your personality, like you honestly sound so cool! Now on to the match-up!

Stranger things: Steve!

So lets start off simple! Steve is 5'11 so do expect him to use your head as an arm rest and he'll tease the crap out of you for being "Short".

Although he notices your feisty, "I wanna fight everyone!" nature so you make for it.

Speaking of which if you ever try and fight some then you better tell him! Number one so he can cheer you on and number two so he can beat someones ass for you if he needs to.

Very protective boi™

He really loves your joking and dirty minded personality! It goes well with his and boy oh boy you being sarcastic works out perfectly for him!

Whatever sarcasm you deliver to him.....well he'll shoot it right back! It makes amazing banters between you two!

He will watch whatever movies and documentaries you wanna watch! Might even take you to a drive in movie!

Although with music, that's different! When hes taking you for drive he CAN and WILL blast Aerosmith and Metallica.

(Also don't mean to flex or anything but my mom met the entire band of Aerosmith and she has a picture with the main singer)

If you ever get to the point where you want to isolate yourself he'll be sure to step in and try to help, but if you want space then of course he'll give it to you.

But hes always there for you and he can always usually tell when your angered or about to get angry.

He'll also let you talk to him. You can talk trash about anybody to him and you can complain about anything to him and he'll sit there and listen. Like honestly he's like your own personal therapist.

Also he likes to gossip so......its not big of a problem for him lmao.

All in all 10/10....I 100% ship it

Hunger games: Peeta Mellark!

So this sweet boy....

You two are complete opposites! But that's what makes your guys relationship so wonderful!

When you get angry or ticked off at someone or something, he knows exactly how to calm you down and handle the situation without anyone getting hurt.

He's just very calming to be around and can help a lot if you let him!

He loves to watch movies with you, he'll pretty much watch whatever you watch but that's one of his favorite things to do with you.

He will also bake you things and teach you how to bake if you'd like to learn!

Will 100% paint you. This boy loves painting and is very soothing for him so he'll 100% paint you in his free time!

Does get worried about you sometimes though, hes afraid you'll get yourself hurt by trying to pick a fight with someone so he tries to keep an eye on you.

Now at first he may not be too good when it comes to sarcasm but he'll catch on and maybe even start to laugh at few of your funny sarcastic comments.

If you ever isolate yourself from him, at first he may be a bit overbearing or smothering but that's only because hes trying his best to see whats wrong.

You'd probably have to tell him it isn't his fault because that's what he'll think. But he'll soon be able to tell that isn't him and he'll give you time to cool off.

I hope you don't mind comforting him sometimes. Due to the games and everything he was forced to endure he gets bad nightmares so sometimes you being there helps.

[arcana-greenleaf]

Heyy! Thank you so much for doing this exchange with me! I'm super excited, anyways here's info and may I please be matched with Finnick from the hunger games and Dally from the outsiders? Tysm in advance and here we go!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. Honesty at this point in my life I don't really have a style....i've kinda given up on how I look lmao. I just kinda pick out some random clothes like a band t-shirt and some tight jeans. Although I do wear this one Adidas jacket a lot and a nice pair of combat boots.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it. Some people have also told me that I lack empathy....which I guess they aren't wrong....T_T

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. I also have lots of intrusive thoughts lol so sometimes i'll just be sitting there quietly and I'll just start laughing like a weirdo......i'm a big dork honestly. I also do that weird thing where i'm sitting down and I'll just be bouncing my leg....idk why I do it....I just do....and I also run my fingers through my hair a lot, thats why its always messy. Sometimes when i'm bored I space out and i'll chew on my lip or the side of gum...I need to stop I know but its hard to....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. I also love trying new things like skate boarding, playing guitar, learning how to cook things and bake.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider....like seriously I will move to the moon if one touches me.

Hey! Thank you for doing this with me.This exchange was so fun to do and I hope you like this. It was really nice talking to you <3

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

he likes that you're shorther than him and anytime you two are standing somewhere he'll lean on you or when he hugs you from behind he'll put his head on yours

you cannot tell me this man wouldn't enjoy messing up your hair as a sign of affection

you and your adidas jacket + dally in his leather jacket = iconic

hm you met when he started bothering you and your friend in the park so you put him in his place

when dally first saw you he thought you were pretty but what made him come up and talk to you was your resting bitch face (he loves a challenge)

the most chaotic couple™, you guys are always up to something stupid and probably dangerous khm the Tulsa police knows you guys very well khm

this boy is bad with emotions resulting in him being awkward and not knowing how to help you, over time you two can help each other get better + learn to express your feelings

at first he made fun of the way you pronounce some words again this is him showing affection i mean he still does it sometimes but like he's the one to talk

this man smokes too much but you don't mind, will blow smoke in your face for no reason

when you bounce your leg he'll put his hand on your thigh

HORROR MOVIE NIGHTS

big spoon when cuddling

his hands are always around your waist if you don't mind

you try to teach him how to cook but he'll probably give up after making a huge mess in the kitchen

of course he gives you his ring

your zodiac sign are compatible so that's always a plus

killing spiders for you while laughing his ass off

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤

having his hand on your thighs all the time

finnick adores your freckles and kisses all of them

he doesn't care what you wear because to him you are always cute simp

for some reason he'll randomly ask you if he can brush and braid your hair

finnick likes your jokes and you guys have too many inside jokes, someone will say something and you two just look at each other before laughing making the third person be like ????

i feel he would be very protective so every time you hurt yourself he makes sure everything is fine no matter how much you try to brush him off

he always notices when you're not doing well and/or hiding your true emotions, tries to help in any way without being overbearing

why do i feel he would pick up the way you pronounce words and start pronouncing them that way himself without realizing

if he notices you chewing on your lips he'll offer you some gum or candy

randomly eating sugar cubes and sometimes offering them to you

really caring, would kill to keep you safe

flirting 24/7

cuddles all the time

adores holding your hand and doing that thumb thing

BEACH DATES, swimming competitions

i think this man can cook really well so you two work well in the kitchen

dancing in the rain

just like dally he'll kill any spider that tries approaching his darling

idk i just think finnick is kinda cool on the outside but the softest being on the inside especially for you

sure he is seductive to everyone but you're the only woman in his life

[arcana-greenleaf]

I have no clue if you take requests but if you do.... I am madly in love with really Billy Hargrove *cough* r o b l o w e *cough*. I was wondering if you can do imagine where the reader is a Gothic type chick. And she asked if she could do Billy's makeup and make him Gothic. No it's weird but I'm weird so....

Thank You!

Alright, I hope I did justice to your request. Once again thank you for requesting<3

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My request are always open so you're welcome to slide into them anytime.

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Billy Hargrove x female reader

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: fluff kinda

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 778

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A fucking boring day is what today was. Billy and I were just hanging out at my house without an idea what to do. I was one of the few gothic people in Hawkins so that surely grabbed Hargrove's attention when he moved here which lead to us becoming friends and eventually dating. I sat on my bed and Hargrove laid on my lap. He was complimenting me on the outfit I wore yesterday and how I did my makeup. He thought it was 'fucking cool' in his own words. That gave me an idea. ''Hey Billy.'' He hummed in acknowledgement. ''Can I do your makeup?'' As the words left my mouth Billy shot up from his previous position and looked at me with wide eyes. ''Can you what?!'' ''Can I do your makeup like I do mine?'' ''Why do you wanna do that?'' ''Well I am bored and it seems like a fun thing to try.'' My voice was filled with enthusiasm but he was unconvinced. ''Princess I love you but there's no way you're going to put that shit on my face. Just because I think you look hot with it doesn't mean I want it on me.'' This was going to be harder than I thought, still it's nothing I can't handle. ''Come on Billy you're going to look so cool.'' No.'' ''You know rockstars use makeup all the time.'' ''No.'' ''I'll do it just this once and then I'll never ask you again.'' ''My answer is no and you can't change it Y/N.'' I leaned closer to him and looked him right in the eyes pouting and giving him my best puppy eyes. For a second his face softened but then he turned away ignoring me. ''Sorry doll, puppy eyes won't work this time.'' Huh, when did he become immune to that? Time to pull out the final trick. Huffing dramatically I stood up from my bed making a beeline towards my telephone. ''Fine then! Since my boyfriend won't do it I'll just call Steve. I know he'll be willing to do it. Gosh, Steve is so amazing isn't he?'' Before I could start dialling Harrington's number two strong hands made their way around my waist. ''Okay, you convinced me. You can put your weird-ass makeup on me. BUT this is the first and last time.'' Hehe. ''Aw thank you babe.'' I kissed him on the lips and motioned for him to take a seat at my vanity. Quickly turning on my radio I put the tape in it. The sound of Bauhaus filled the room. Now the real fun begins. Billy made himself comfortable on the chair, that stupid smirk on his face. ''Are you ready?'' He nodded so I started working my magic. While I was working Billy sat still like the good boy he is and every now and then he would ask some questions. Deep down I knew he was enjoying this. About 30 minutes later the makeup was finally done. ''So you're telling me that every time you do this it takes this long?'' ''Pretty much.'' ''And you do this every day?'' ''More or less.'' ''Wow, babe you're dedicated.'' He wanted to kiss me but I stopped him. ''Nope, no kisses you're going to ruin the lipstick. You can turn and look at yourself in the mirror.'' The mullet-wearing boy turned in the chair and let out a quiet 'what the fuck' when he saw my work of art. I must say it was really weird to see Billy with heavy eyeshadow, foundation that didn't match his skin tone and dark lipstick. It was even weirder since his mullet wasn't teased and he was wearing his light blue shirt. I held in my giggles. He was speechless but under all that makeup he looked kinda amazed. ''So what do you think?'' ''I don't look like myself! It's kinda cool though.'' That put a smile on my face. ''I told you so!'' Billy turned abruptly and pulled me in for a kiss. ''Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're always right, I know.'' The next 10 minutes were spent by Billy staring at himself in the mirror, I knew the boy was narcissistic but damn this is next level. ''Alright, can I take it off now?'' ''Not so fast! Let me take a picture of you.'' I grabbed my polaroid and snapped a picture. As my fake goth boyfriend slipped into the bathroom I waited for the polaroid to develop before taping to my mirror. ''Hey Y/N how do I take this off?'' ''I am coming! Don't touch anything!''

Trust me when I say that wasn't the last time Billy put on makeup.

[arcana-greenleaf]

Where did you get your name Greenleaf? If you don't mind me asking of course

Oh I was waiting for this question! Thank you for asking hehe <3

Right so I am huge fan of the Lord of the rings and I have been watching the movies since I was born basically. Of course I read the books too but the movies had a bigger influence 'cause I saw them first. That lead to Legolas Greenleaf being my first fictional crush ever. When I was younger I kinda started joking around with mrs. Greenleaf and that sort of stuff (you know kids being kids) but over the years it somehow just stuck with me. I started using it online for every username or whatever and boom now I am forever Arcana Greenleaf.

[arcana-greenleaf]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DALLAS WINSTON!

Hell yeah it's Dallas' birthday! I love scorpio men so much but who could blame me right. I wrote this while on a zoom lecture because once the inspo is here I need to use it immediately before it's gone forever. Anyway enjoy this little thingy. Once again I hope you're doing well <3

a/n: I didn't know which gif to choose 'cause in every single one Matt looks too hot

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𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Dallas Winston (a little bit ooc) x female reader

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: fluff

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1410

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My knuckles hit the wooden door. Buck's was empty at this time of the day so while waiting for a certain boy to open the door I enjoyed the silence. A few moments later the door finally opened and there stood a shirtless Dallas Winston. ''Good morning Dally!'' He yawned before greeting me back. ''Good morning dollface.'' His morning voice made me weak at my knees. ''What are you doing here?'' ''Come on get ready, we're going out.'' ''What? Where's the hurry?'' ''Mr. Winston you ask too many questions. I'll tell you everything on the way.'' With a groan he closed his door and left me alone in the silence. Todays date was November 9th. To some it's just another day of the year but not to me. Today it's Dallas' birthday. He's the type of person who doesn't celebrate it but not on my watch. I planned the whole day so my favourite greaser (please don't tell the gang) could have a proper 18th birthday. After what felt like hours the said greaser came out again wearing his usual outfit. ''Gosh, you're so slow. Come on!'' I grabbed the sleeve of his trademark leather jacket before running down the stairs and out on the streets of Tulsa. Our first stop was a corner store where we were supposed to stock up on cigarettes and drinks. We did our usual performance, me flirting with the teenager behind the counter while Dallas swipes anything needed. When the cashier figured out what was going on we ran out and down the streets laughing. It took us some time to catch our breath. Man, concerning how often we do this you would think we'd be in better shape. Dallas was currently walking next to me smoking a cancer stick occasionally passing it to me to take a drag. ''So are you going to tell me why you showed up at my door at noon demanding that we go out or do I have to take back that soda?'' He gestured to the half drank drink in my hand. ''I just wanted to hang out with you.'' I said innocently. It was obvious he wasn't buying it but he shrugged and put an arm around my shoulders. He either thinks I forgot about his birthday or he was the one who forgot, I don't care which answer is the correct one as long as everything is going according to my plan. We went all around the city bumping into some familiar faces along the way. The stops I chose all had some kind of meaning. The place we met, the park where he saved me from some soc trash, our favourite hangout spots, our favourite makeout spots, we even passed next to the drive-in. Right now we were sitting on the old train tracks just enjoying the sunset. ''I can't believe you're making me watch a sunset. You have been spending too much time with Pony.'' My head was leaned on his shoulder. He acted like this was the first time we were doing that together. ''Calm down Mr Tuff guy. Watching sunsets is the best pastime. At this point, you should just admit that you enjoy it.'' He grumbled proving me right. Dallas Winston might be all cold and unapproachable on the outside but on the inside he's a big softie. Big softie who likes cuddles more than anything. Not like he'll ever willingly admit that. Dallas and I stayed like that up until the last traces of the sun were gone. Then the last phase of my plan started. ''Let's go see what the gang is up to.'' The final stop was the Curtis house. Dallas thought we were just going to hang out with the gang like I said but oh boy was he wrong. ''The lights are off. Do you think they're out?'' ''No, I am sure they're home. Let's get inside Dally.'' I pulled his arm for the 100th time today. The porch creaked as we neared the door and I pushed Dallas to go in first. When we did step inside it was silent but after a moment the lights turned on and the shouts of the gang filled the air. ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY DALLAS!'' The birthday boy stood still in shock and a look of confusion etched on his face. I can't believe the idiot actually forgot his own birthday. Since I was the closest to him I pulled him in for a hug while whispering my birthday wishes in his ear. That broke his trance and he returned the hug and kissed my head. The rest of the gang swarmed

him, while they were doing that I slipped into the kitchen. When I opened the fridge the birthday cake I brought yesterday was thankfully intact (not gonna lie I was worried about leaving it here with Steve and Two-bit). Carefully taking it in my hands I put it on the table and closed the fridge. My fingers fished a lighter from my jeans before lighting up the colourful candles. There were 18 of them and a smile was on my face while I was lighting the last one. As I made my way back to the living room the gang noticed me so we all started singing 'happy birthday' like we practised. The song ended and I was standing in front of Dallas who was looking at me weirdly. ''Blow the candles and make a wish already man!'' Two-bit yelled trying to rush him, undoubtedly Two just wanted to try the delicious looking cake. Once Dallas blew the candles out we cheered one more time and returned to the kitchen to finally cut the cake. Everyone grabbed a piece and found a place to sit. I received some compliments for my baking skills which is always a nice feeling. ''I can't believe you guys did this!'' Poor Dally was still shocked that we would do something this nice for him. ''It was Y/N's idea.'' The group nodded at me making Dallas turn his head to look at me with adoration in his eyes. ''Really?'' I chewed and swallowed the piece of cake while nodding. ''I know you don't usually celebrate your birthday but I wanted to do something special this year. I hope you're not mad or anything.'' By his body language he didn't look mad but the problem with Dallas is that he can go from 0 to 100 real fast. ''Why would I be mad? This is the nicest thing anyone ever did for me.'' Just by looking at his eyes you could see how much this meant to him. The next few hours were spent by joking around, eating cake, guys giving Dally little presents and just enjoying each other's presence. It was time for me to head home so Dallas insisted on walking me home. His arm was around my shoulders the whole time. ''Hey, I never thanked you for planning all this.'' ''Oh, you don't have to thank me. It's the least I could do.'' ''Thank you Y/N. It means a lot.'' A blush covered my cheeks but I hoped the darkness of the night would hide it. We fell into a comfortable silence that I had to break because a thought just occurred to me. ''Shoot! I almost forgot to give you your birthday present.'' My hand went to my jacket pockets taking out a small box. ''Um here! Happy birthday once again. I hope you like it.'' The box was now in his hands, opened, inside was a ring that I picked out last week. When we started going out Dally gave me his skull ring, sorta like a promise ring, so I decided to get him a new one to wear. He continued staring at it and I felt a bead of sweat race down my forehead even though it was very cold outside. My nervous thoughts vanished when Dallas hugged me tight and kissed the top of my head. ''Thank you dollface. I love it.'' He slipped the ring on his finger then intertwined his fingers with mine. He was the one to pull me after him this time. The Curtis household might have been the last stop in my plan but now Dallas' plan was in action. That's how I ended up here. In his bed, my head on his chest and his hands around my waist. ''This was the best birthday ever. I love you Y/N.''

[arcana-greenleaf]

Hey hey hey! Wow I am posting 3 days in a row. Today we have some Billy content :D I hope you're doing well. Enjoy <3

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Billy Hargrove x female reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2675

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Another hot day in Hawkins, Indiana. Perfect for a hangout at the pool with some friends. The pool was packed with people of all ages. My friends and I settled in and we were just putting on sunscreen. Our gossiping was cut short with a blow of a whistle. The current lifeguard descended the ladder and made her way towards the locker room. While she was walking, the locker room doors opened and there stood Billy Hargrove in all his glory. He walked with such confidence that it was hard not to stare at him. We had a weird relationship. When he moved here I tried to be nice but after I realized what he actually wants I gave up. But he didn't. Billy always tried to make a move on me and time after time I shot him down. It kinda became a game for him. Sure he sometimes succeeded in making me speechless or blush for a bit but I decided to play his game. When I first started flirting back he thought he stood a chance but I just found it fun to lead people on. Does it make me a bad person? Maybe but who cares. Don't get me wrong Billy Hargrove is extremely hot, from his toned abs to his mullet that looks so soft but his personality is the problem. Confidence is a good quality to have but this guy is overconfident and don't get me started on his sleeping around habits. If you want to try new things without any ties it's completely fine but trying to sleep with as many girls as you can to 'show off' is just sad. I also didn't like the way he treated Max and I offered to beat him up for her a few times, but after the threat with the baseball bat he kept away and started treating her better. Would I want something with him if he wasn't such an asshole? Sure, but he was so it ain't gonna happen. The subject of my thoughts was just passing next to me and of course he had to say something. ''Hey L/N looking good in that bikini!'' The smirk was on his face and I just rolled my eyes. ''Y/N he obviously likes you why don't you go out with him or something?'' One of my friends asked, making me scoff at that. ''First of all, he doesn't like me he's just saying things to get under my skin. Second of all, Billy Hargrove on a date, are you crazy? To him a date is the backseat of his Camaro.'' He did ask me out a couple of times but I always said no having my prejudices. There were times when I almost said yes because I too believed he liked me but then the next day you would hear that he slept with someone new so I gave up on that thought. The group shrugged and we continued talking about things that didn't involve the Californian. We went for a swim since the heat got unbearable. When our stomachs started grumbling we decided to grab some food from the concession stand in the pool premises. Our order was placed but we had to wait for a few minutes. ''You know Y/N it's kinda ironic that you hang around the pool so much but you can't swim.'' Oh, not this conversation again. ''That's not true! I can swim! I am not very good at it but it's enough for me to not drown.'' At that, another voice joined our conversation from behind me. ''Well princess I can give you private lessons if you want.'' Billy. From his voice it was quite obvious what he was hinting at. I thought about it for a second and then an idea struck me. I mustered my best flirty voice to answer him. ''Oh really? Well if you're free tonight we could meet up here?'' His face was priceless and it was obvious he didn't expect that from me. After he got over the shock his famous smirk was back. ''I knew you couldn't resist me any longer Y/N. Meet me here at midnight, everyone is gone at that time.'' I bit my lip, looked him up and down and turned around. ''I'll see you later hot stuff.'' With that, I grabbed my fries and walked away. If I had turned around I would have caught a genuine smile on Billy's face. My friends were quick to follow and when they caught up to me the questions were never-ending. ''What was that?'' ''I thought you didn't want anything with him?'' ''Hell yeah Y/N changed her mind, go get some of that ass.'' ''Did you have a heatstroke?'' I dismissed them saying that

I have a plan. As I was chewing one of my fries Lexi still continued asking questions. ''Wait do you actually like him?'' That made me choke and cough for a solid five minutes. ''Excuse me what?!'' I managed to get in between the coughs. ''My theory is that you actually like that guy and that you're just playing hard to get.'' My face resembled that of a deer caught in headlights. It took me too long to answer. ''HA! I knew it! You do like him!'' Lexi was smug and now her face was wearing a smirk. ''No. No! NO! Ew no, I don't like him!'' Great that sounded so unconvincing. ''Yeah right princess.'' She teased. I tried stating my case but at this point, they didn't want to listen to me. ''Oh fuck off you guys. I don't like him.'' My friends giggled among themselves and the realization hit me. They are never going to let that go. As we resumed our sunbathing I started overthinking everything. Was I lying to myself? Do I like Hargrove? Why did I ask him out? What if we actually dated? Maybe Billy is a softie underneath all that toxic masculinity? How would it feel to run my fingers through his curls? What if Billy likes me? I heard no stories of him sleeping around in the last month so maybe he changed. Maybe I should try to be friends with him. At that point I snapped myself out of that daydream and joined Lexi's and Bella's heels vs converse discussion. Who knew I would daydream about Billy Hargrove out of all people in Hawkins? The rest of the day passed in a blur but every now and then I caught a pair of blue eyes staring at me from across the pool. When I got home I went over my plan once again while my mother made me do chores. The clock was ticking and with every minute closer I started feeling nervous. That same clock struck 11 and the house was silent. My parents were thankfully asleep so I could slip out of the house without getting caught. It took me about 15 minutes to get ready prior to leaving. I decided to walk since the pool wasn't that far away which will result in me arriving right on time. Finally arriving I made sure that no one was there before climbing over the fence. I set my stuff on the same chair from this afternoon. I waited and Billy Hargrove was nowhere to be seen. What if I was the idiot here? Should I go home and forget that this happened? It was a stupid idea anyway. The creaking of the metal fence made me jump but what drew my attention was a dark figure climbing over it. He didn't notice me yet but he made his way towards where I was sitting. ''Well hey there hot stuff!'' That obviously scared him because I saw him jump a bit. ''Jesus princess you almost gave me a heart attack.'' ''Honestly I thought you wouldn't show up.'' Now he was standing directly in front of me and I had to lift my head a bit to look him in his eyes. Fine I'll admit it those eyes were the most beautiful blue I've ever seen. ''Oh you thought I would leave such a pretty girl waiting?'' Smooth talker. ''Well then since we're both here, what are we waiting for?'' Now was a good time to take off the top layer of my clothes which left me in my bathing suit. His eyes scanned me up and down but I paid it no mind. Instead I turned to the pool and sat on the edge while dipping my feet in. The water was lukewarm, perfect for a swim. Dropping in wholly I finally turned to look at the boy still standing in his clothes. ''Are you coming in or not?'' That seemingly motivated him enough because in the next moment he was taking off his shirt. I had to stop and stare. ''Take a picture it'll last longer.'' ''Hmm if I had my camera with me I would.'' An honest answer from me. The next thing I know he jumped in and swam close to me. Once again we stared into each other's eyes. I noticed he was starting to lean in so I dived under and got my hair wet before rising back to the surface. ''Alright coach what's first?'' Billy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ''What?'' ''You said you'll be giving me swimming lessons. What are we starting with? Butterfly or breaststroke?'' He was still staring at me in disbelief. ''You mean you actually want

to learn how to swim?'' ''Um yeah, why else would we be here?'' Now it was my turn to smirk. ''I thought we'll have some fun or something!'' ''Swimming is fun.'' ''L/N you know what I am talking about.'' ''No I don't, please tell me.'' He kept silent. ''Oh Billy did you think we would fuck?'' My tone was teasing and by the angered look in his eyes I knew my plan was a success. ''By the way you said it, it sure sounded that way. Fuck you L/N!'' ''I know you would like that.'' Hargrove had enough while I was still smirking triumphantly. ''Whatever, I am leaving.'' The look in his eyes turned into one of a disappointment. ''Aw but you promised me free lessons Hargrove.'' It was clear he was contemplating if he should stay or leave and his words surprised me. ''Fine I'll teach you how to swim.'' Now my eyes widened. ''Woah no no no. I was joking I don't need swimming lessons, you can leave.'' That gave him some confidence because he was back to teasing me. ''There's no running away princess. You're stuck with me.'' Well fuck me sideways, this wasn't in my great plan. The next fifteen minutes were spent by him actually teaching me how to swim better and I must say he was a good teacher. Sure he did throw some dirty comments my way but all in all it was a nice spent time. Right now it was about 1 am and we were both sitting and drying off. The atmosphere was calm. I don't know when we started having fun and talking with each other like friends but it sure did feel good.

''I can't believe you actually stayed and helped me. That wasn't part of my plan. '' ''Your plan?'' ''Yeah. You know get you here under the idea that we're going to fuck, me saying no, you getting pissed and leaving.'' ''So I was right! You were hinting at that.'' Shit, why did I just admit him that? ''Mhm.'' ''I didn't know you were so sly princess. Why did you even come up with that plan?'' Well might as well confess everything now. ''I thought after me doing this you'll leave me alone and not bother me anymore.'' I shrugged. The other reason was purely wanting to fuck with him. ''Admit it you love when I bother you L/N.'' He wasn't mad at all which was weird. ''Keep telling yourself that hot stuff.'' ''Don't worry I do. Anyway your plan failed which means that I won't leave you alone.'' I groaned. ''Even if it did work I probably wouldn't leave you alone.'' ''What makes you say that?'' ''You are fun to chase and it would be a shame to stop when I am this close behind.'' ''What does that even mean?'' ''That means that I am chasing you and that I almost caught you.'' ''No I get that but what I don't get is why would you chase me?'' It seemed he was getting frustrated with me. ''Are you that oblivious Y/N? I like you.'' What? I felt like somebody hit me with a baseball bat. My brain can't process this information. Billy was staring at me expectantly. ''You like me? Why? How? What?'' ''What do you mean why? You're cool, smart, funny, nice and you're hot.'' I playfully hit his shoulder. ''I am shocked. Out of all girls in this shithole you like me? You like me even though we rarely had a civilised conversation?'' At this moment Billy Hargrove wasn't his usual cocky self, he was a normal person who just confessed his feelings to me. ''I don't know what is it about you that attracted me first but the reason I kept coming back is probably because you didn't give me the light of the day. At first you always shot me down and I wanted to prove to you and myself that I can get you. When you started flirting back I was happy you noticed me. This afternoon when you asked me to come here I was shocked and sure I thought about fucking first but I am serious about this. I actually like you and I haven't been able to think about anyone else for a while.'' Was this really happening? There's no way Billy was saying all those stuff. Where's the hidden camera? When I stayed silent he faced me. ''Well will you please say something.'' ''O-okay. You are completely serious? This isn't a cruel joke or a bet?'' Every single moment we shared over the span of one year came rushing over, every comment and every joke. Every thought I had about him or liking him was back. Shit Lexi was right I did like Billy Hargrove. ''I am 100% serious about all of this.'' I don't know what came over me but the next thing I know I was kissing Billy. That surprised him for a second but then he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me closer. I finally ran my fingers through his hair which was still wet. When we pulled apart the smirk was back. ''I fantasized about this princess but nothing beats the real thing.'' ''Yeah keep all your little fantasies for yourself.'' ''I knew you wanted me.'' ''And there goes the nice moment.'' He pulled me in for another kiss. ''So I guess this means you like me back?'' ''Why don't you take me out on a date and then we'll see?'' ''Anything for you Y/N.'' We kissed once again but this kiss was slow and soft something you wouldn't expect from Billy. ''How come you decided to confess all of this right now?'' ''I don't know the moment seemed right and it was kinda my plan to tell you after you say yes to a date with me but you never did.'' ''I guess you could say we fucked up each others plans huh?'' He laughed and it was such a beautiful sound. I don't think I've ever heard him genuinely laugh. We spent the next hour talking and making up lost time. ''Okay hot stuff can you drive me home now? I am starting to feel cold.'' ''Well I know a way to warm you up.'' Billy responded cheekily and I immediately knew what he was talking about.

''Shut up and just drive me home.'' When Billy Hargrove first stepped out of his Camaro I never thought I would fall in love with him but I guess never say never.