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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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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

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 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

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!''

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