#it’s just awkward hanging out with your siblings when you don’t REALLY know each other

[melmov]

This is what it’s like asking my oldest younger brother to hang. Never works.

[serafilms]

song 19! ballad of a homeschooled girl (olivia rodrigo) + percy jackson (ok i love this??? i support loser percy x loser reader) requested by anon (2023 spotify wrapped event)

i broke a glass, i tripped and fell, i told secrets i shouldn’t tell

The party at the pavilion is already in full swing by the time you’re walking up. A bump in the grass catches on your foot.

“Fuck!”

You open your eyes and look around. Nobody saw. Thank the gods.

You don’t mind socialising, you really don’t. You’re fine during arts and crafts and kayaking (activities which you do with your cabin), and at meals (where you sit with your cabin), and when everyone’s chatting before bedtime (okay, so maybe you only really know how to talk to your siblings at this camp, but it’s fine).

But something about a party especially just sets you on edge. You can’t even remember what it’s supposed to be for, but you know that some of the Apollo cabin organised it, and that the whole camp is to be in attendance. Honestly, you’re not sure why. Something about being able to stay up past curfew and having an excuse to use their giant speakers and smuggled drinks?

Whatever. Just need to get through tonight, you grumble to yourself.

You pick up a glass and fill it with something from a big jug on the nearest table before taking a sip. Pepsi. Okay, maybe this party won’t be terrible.

Spoken too soon. Just as you turn away from the table, you collide with someone else and your glass slips out of your hand and smashes onto the floor. There is silence for a minute as you both stare at its broken shards.

Then, you look up, and Percy Jackson is right in front of you.

“Oh my gods, I— sorry, uh, I didn’t— um…” Your cheeks burn and your shoulders sag as you hang your head. “…hey Percy.”

His ears look suspiciously red as he glances between the broken glass on the floor and your face.

“Hi Y/N,” His voice cracks a little and he quickly clears his throat. “Hang on, let me just—“

A wave of his hand pulls some water out of another jug and he drags it along the floor, gathering up the mess and carrying it over to the nearest trashcan. The table is now one refreshment short, but at least the ground is safe to walk on again.

You don’t really know what to say now. You decide on, “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

There’s another pause. He speaks up again, “So, um, do you like the party so far?”

His ears are still red and he’s standing there and looking at you and you can tell he has no intention of going anywhere else so you flush and do the only thing you can think of: ramble.

“Um, well, I just got here but honestly it hasn’t been great so far,” you say, fingers wringing around each other, “I mean, like, the music is good and the decorations are nice but I’ve been here, like, a total of five minutes and I’ve already tripped once and broken a glass in front of the guy I like, so— wait.”

Well. You hadn’t meant to say that. As if it was possible, you feel your face heat up even more. Oh gods, you’re on the verge of sweating.

Percy’s face is a blanket of shock. “Wait, do you like me?”

Yep, you’re definitely sweating.

“Uh, well. You see—“

His eyes are wide and his ears are red as he leans forward to anticipate your answer. There’s one more awkward silence, lasting just about three seconds before you make your decision. You turn on your heel and sprint away.

“Wait, Y/N!”

[bomber-grl]

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hades

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x Gn!Reader (platonic/familial)

It was difficult being a child of Hades

I mean everyone seemed to hate you and for whatever reason you were put into the lotus casino

You spent decades there and unbeknownst to you- your half siblings also stayed there during the same time

Well that was the past- you were currently in the underworld and because of your fathers liking towards your mortal parent you’ve been getting spoiled

Especially since you’re one of few children of his

So while walking around Hades palace you were called upon by your father

I mean sure, you hadn’t done anything bad in particular but the constant bickering from your step mom really got on your nerves

So maybe hades sensed that- who knows

Well what you do know is the reason you were called upon

That reason being your half sibling that you were currently made aware of

His name was Nico and now you were gonna be forced to hang out with each other on part of your father

It is a hassle, but Nico's chauffeur Jules Albert ended up driving you to wherever you were going in the end

You two were practically glued to the opposite sides of the car but once you got to your destination (a mall) you were left to “bond” or whatever

You half expected Nico to immediately leave your side but he surprisingly didn’t and actually walked around with you

You both went by stores (and he was weirdly obsessed with hot topic) but whatever

It wasn’t until you both sat at the food court that you guys finally started talking the same language

You learned of his background (when he was born and that he stayed at the lotus casino) which you ended up revealing was your backstory

You two bonded over it sorta but only really when you both ventured across the underworld

You don’t remember how it happened but you were suddenly attacked and even if you’d hate to admit it- you really didn’t think Nico’d have your back

So when he suddenly attacked and slayed the monster with zero hesitation it took you by surprise

I mean it’d be a lie to say you two haven’t been getting closer and closer but there was still a barrier and obvious distance Nico kept you at

This instance made a thick tension and while you two were setting camp while in the underworld he began to talk

He was pleased to know that you’re from around the same time period and the evening (if you can even call it that, the whole underworld is basically pure night) was spent with you two chatting away with the troubles of having to go back into modern day society

It was nice for Nico- I mean when he was first introduced to you he thought the worst

Which can you even blame him?

Well regardless, knowing he has another sibling is nice

I mean you’re obviously not all that close but lately he’s been relating to you and the two of you had made jokes about your dad and old lives

Which in a way is nice, especially since most people get uncomfortable when he just wants to talk about how he feels

Well eventually the conversation turns to the attack he had launched on that monster that was going at you

You took note of how panicked he seemed to protect you and you voiced that

He seemed stiff and when you reassured him you didn’t need to know more he said it was fine

And explained the whole ordeal with Bianca and the lotus casino and how in a way, you’re really his sibling now

I mean actually

You two have fun but argue and it’s never too much

Not to mention how you just get each other

He voices that and when he’s done he’s grateful you don’t take it as weird or awkward and just listen

After that you two are definitely more close and if you chose to vent too then he’d be there for you too

On a lighter note, you two end up realizing you have a lot of your powers in common

I mean you can raise the dead, shadow travel, etc so you two definitely compare and improve together

On a lesser good note, you’re introduced to camp

Everyone’s shocked to see you since they didn’t expect hades to have another secret child

You get pretty much the same treatment as Nico unless you’re more extroverted and approachable

Which makes things worse because you two start being compare

Which is absolute butt cheek

I’d imagine that if you meet when Nico’s younger then he’d be a bit hesitant to get close to you

Especially since it might feel like a betrayal to Bianca but he soon realized you were your own person and his love for you as his sibling wouldn’t be a crime

Anyway I’d imagine you’d be the first person he’d come out to

He’s definitely buzzing with nervous energy but if you reassure him and if you’re queer and tell him too, well he’s glad to know you trust him enough and that you basically gave him collateral in case you ever betrayed him

Either way he’s glad that you support him and becomes a bit more confident, even if by a little

Eventually Nico gets with Will and you’d probably you are the first person he told about it and introduced you two if he didn’t already

Either way there’s some ups and downs with Nico as a sibling but he’s overall pretty cool as a brother

Just a bit emo

[kaelohver]

Omg i love your work<333

Can i request a Chuuya x reader but the reader is dazai's relative or smthgg

Awh thank you! Ofc, hope u enjoy and don’t mind them being hcs. I decided to make the reader Dazai’s sibling but if you’d like another version just request another one that’s more specified ^^

@KAELOHVER

CHUUYA WITH A S/O THAT’S DAZAI’S SIBLING

•CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Chuuya isn’t particularly one to judge but If you’re Dazai’s sibling he may be a bit sceptical of you at first.

-It depends on your personality on how well you get on but if you’re like Dazai, he’ll be a bit more tolerant of you despite your personality thanks to him being used to the idiot that you call your brother.

-He’s quite polite; he won’t just insult someone unless it’s justifiable in his eyes so being Dazai’s sibling could mean you’re either just like each other or the opposite so partly as I said earlier, it really does depend on you as a person if he’ll start calling you weird nicknames as insults.

-If he likes you, he’s not gonna be in denial but he’ll be hesitant to make romantic advances at first.

-He’s not a coward, by all means, so he will ask you out eventually but he’d try to keep it from your brother as well as he could.

-But being Dazai, he’ll find out pretty fast.

-Dazai would probably follow you whilst you’re on a date then pop out of nowhere and say “You guys are hanging out? Why didn’t you invite me?” as if he doesn’t know damn well you’re on a date.

-Very, very awkward time..

-He just acts oblivious but you both know he’s studying every part of what’s going on and won’t forget.

-When he makes some excuse for going to find someone to commit suicide with, Chuuya lets out a sigh of relief immediately.

-You probably stayed at Chuuya’s house or yours a bit more after that instead of always going out, just for safety.

-The topic can be avoided for a while but Dazai will definitely bring it up in the most out of pocket way ever.

-I wouldn’t be surprised if he was just there, sitting down and waiting for you in your home at an ungodly hour as you walk in after being with your boyfriend.

-He’d probably mess with your stuff or look around and find some hat that looks like something Chuuya would wear and place it on the counter as he waits for you.

-Scare of your life as you walk in and Dazai is just sitting on some chair with a grin (He definitely grinned when he heard you coming because he was waiting too long to keep it the whole time).

-Would start off casually but then he’d suddenly ask why you chose ‘a shortie’ for a boyfriend, somehow ignoring the way Chuuya is a mafioso too.

-Another awkward moment as Dazai gets you to admit your boyfriend being his somewhat-enemy.

-It’s sort of like a fever dream because you don’t even remember to ask how he got into your house and don’t question when he just walks out after asking tons of questions with a ‘Bye, dearest sibling!’.

-He confronts Chuuya next whilst you’re sleeping peacefully after a long day of doing things.

-You know those silly arguments they have? It’s more like that then a confrontation.

-Dazai would say something like “can you not fuck around with my sibling? They might tolerate short gingers but I totally don’t!” And Chuuya would reply with one of his signature insults which causes more chaos.

-They probably argue for like 2 hours before you pull up and drag Dazai’s ass out with an apology to your boyfriend.

-Your brother is now very sulky and will nag you all night, there is no escape.

-He’ll eventually get over it but he guesses it’s not as bad as Fyodor or something like that.

-If you have some random dinner with all three of you, Dazai will say that it’s not fair to leave him as a third-wheeler the whole time until Chuuya kicks him.

-Overall, Dazai is a big baby over it and Chuuya’s only issue is your brother. They’ll get over it but don’t expect it to stop them fighting all day.

[abilouwrites]

ARE YOU MINE

Zuko “someone to call mine” part two!

@multifandomedsimp ily bcz u commented and that shit makes my day

It takes me two days before I text the number on the gift card, “hello?” A voice answers, I know that voice, “this is Zuko”

“I know.. it’s y/n from the other day. You gave me your number on the gift card” I nervously say, “um this is so random but would you maybe want to—“

“Yes”

“I haven’t even said the question”

“Just yes” His voice feels so desperate and it makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt for a guy before.

It doesn’t take long for us to meet up, “are you sure it’s not too late?” I ask walking into the locker rooms, “I’ve got lacrosse practice”

“No, I just want to see you that’s all” he replies, “have fun”

I finish up two hours later; shower and drive to the park where we’re going to walk about. I see him; baggy jeans and crewneck which is a contrast to my leggings and hoodie. My damp hair down and scrunched up, “hey” he smiles as I walk up to him; hands tucked into my pockets.

“Hi, it’s cold out tonight. Didn’t the groundhog say it was supposed to be warm now?” I laugh a little, but my joke feels stupid now, “do you have any siblings?” I ask

He sighs, “I have a sister, Azula but she’s not right in the head” he looks down a little disappointed but sighs and looks back up, “what about you”

“I have a little sister, Suki. She’s definitely a character” I smile a little, “she’s annoying to all annoyingness but I would kill for her”

“A little sister seems nice, um how was your practice?” He asks; we’re both a little awkward and it’s nice to feel this way again

“It was good, lots of drills. Especially being Varsity captain there’s a lot of pressure to do well” I ramble, “do you do any sports?” I ask, nervously stuffing my hands into my pockets to fidget and pull at my nails

“No. I just make tea” he laughs a little, it’s a nervous and hoarse thing but it eases me comfort that he feels as I do, “I used to play soccer but I lost the passion for it. You know?” He gives a short smile as we circle around, and we find ourself back at the tea shop, “tea?”

“That..” the wind brushes through my jacket, “would be so nice” I smile as he leads me inside, we don’t take long before we get comfortable with each other. Sitting next to each other, talking about whatever.

“What was your mom like?” I ask, rubbing my hands on the cup of lotus tea to keep warm, “can I ask that?”

“I guess, she was kind, and sweet. The only one who actually tried to help poor Azula. My uncle has stepped up in her place and in my father’s too” he confesses, he looks so sad. I wrap my hand around his loose one that hangs by his side. Twisting my fingers intertwined with his.

“My dad left when I was four. I never really knew why but throughout my parents marriage he..” there’s a long exhale and I lean against him, bunching my knees to my chest, “was cheating on my mom. But she was pregnant with Suki” I pause trying to remember what happened. There was a fight, breaking glass but, “I can’t remember anything else”

“Thank you, for sharing that with me. My father was the same, he never cheated on my mother but he wasn’t a kind man either. I lied before. My scar doesn’t come from a tea pot exploding” he confesses, looking down ashamed at his own lie that doesn’t seem too horrible, “my father burned me. I think it’s a blessing I don’t exactly remember what happened”

“Yes. Maybe it is a good thing. I really like you Zuko” I admit. Maybe it’s the warm tea in my stomach or how talking about things that have hurt me so bad and not crying over it. It makes me feel good in some way

“I really like you too”

[tencrushesperday]

Now I Can See You - Rutger McGroarty

summary : when did things get so complicated ? They always get complicated when you overthink. Maybe if you acted more with your heart and less with your head you wouldn’t be locked up in a room with Rutger.

pairing : rutger mcgroarty x junior! reader

TW: implications of sex, insecurities (idk if it’s really a tw but better to be safe than sorry)

a/n : you just KNOW i had to use a Taylor song name for the tittle. i wrote this one a few weeks/ months ago and @sillinger said i should post it so here it is. idk what i did here and honestly i’m not good with criticism so if u don’t like pls just ignore it <3

You and Jacob met in Algebra first semester of freshman year. Your friendship was strategic on both parts. You wanted to cut ties with your shy high school persona and become a free spirit college student who knows how to have fun. He needed to pass that Algebra class. It was a win-win relationship : you passed him your notes and explained to him what he didn’t understand and he invited you to hockey or frat parties. Getting along also kinda helped.

Therefore, for the next few years, you became inseparable at parties. Beer pong partners, couch interlocutors, he would always have his arm swung around your shoulder. And if the sibling energy wasn’t so prominent your friends would have assumed you were a couple. But you always had each other’s backs and nothing even remotely ambiguous ever happened.

When in junior year, Jacob introduced you to the freshmen.

You thought Rutger was cute the moment you laid eyes on him.

You got to know later that the first impression was mutual because he would flirt with you any chance he got.

But he flirted with anybody anyway. He was quite popular with the ladies, you noticed after the few first parties.

Therefore you never took his comments seriously. You were looking for a serious relationship. He was probably looking for a new conquest to add to his list.

It wasn’t something you were interested in.

Until that fateful night. You needed to take the edge of that night. You’ve had a stressful week before, filled with presentations and assignments to turn in. So, you - just- needed to relax. You’ve had a few of whatever Nolan concocted you. Rutger complimented your dress when you where sitting on the stairs together. Everything happened fast that damned night.

After that it didn’t take long for the dress to find itself on the floor, and what needed to happen happened.

~~

In that moment you hated Jacob more than anything. Why did he have to go and meddle. You realise you should have never told him about Rutger.

At least you had the decency to not tell him how much you actually liked the freshman. You would have never heard the end of it.

But now you’re stuck in this room with him and you know that whatever Jacob is doing right now he’s not letting you out of the room before you and Rutger talk.

Yet he doesn’t seem like he has much to say, so you keep your mouth shut as well. You want to know what he’s thinking. You want to apologise for running away in the morning, for leaving him with a cold bed, for ignoring him afterwards.

But you know it’s useless. He doesn’t care. He probably slept with at least another girl since then. What was it a week, ten days, since?

You’re the one who would have wanted to wake up in the stupidly warm arms, pressed to his stupidly toned chest. He was probably relieved when he didn’t have to kick you out in the morning.

But the silence is awkward so small talk it is, you decide.

Yet the moment you start talking to ask how he’s doing, he interrupts you.

“Why’d you leave in the morning?” he sounds disappointed.

Wait. Does he?

You don’t know what to say so you just say what you truly thought since the beginning, “I didn’t want to wait for you to kick me out.”

He widens his eyes at you. Really it’s comical the way his mouth hangs open for a second before he asks “Is it really what you think of me? That I would have kicked YOU out in the morning?” He insists on the word you and you don’t know what to think of it.

You’re left speechless. What can you answer to that anyway except for yes. He looks so offended already, that wouldn’t help.

“I know I’m just a freshman hockey player. But i thought.. with you being friends with Truss and all… maybe you’d have a better image of me… I thought… i thought i finally got you to look my way…”

Now it was your turn to look at him with wide eyes as you only manage to say one thing. “What?”

“It’s okay I understand it was a mistake for you. I’m younger and you probably don’t have the time to deal with me but can we please remain…”

What? No, no, no. After the word mistake not much makes sense to you. You don’t hear him anymore. Where did he get that idea?

“Wait. What? No, no, no. It was not a mistake for me not at all. I just… I thought you wanted me gone after you got what you wanted… I… I thought you’d get bored of me and kick me out and start ignoring me after we slept together…”

You’re ashamed to admit how insecure you are.

“Is you esteem of me really that low?” Rutger’s question really surprises you. And is it pain you hear filling his voice?

“I genuinely like you, did since the beginning. And i couldn’t get you to see me. You always acted like i was a kid and I almost lost hope honestly. But I wanted you - I want you - so I kept try to flirt with you. The moment you followed me into that room, I’ve never been more happy, and when you started kissing me back I swear I’ve felt more awake than ever. I just had to remember everything about you, about your body. I asked you what seemed like a thousands times to me if you were sure of what you wanted and you just kept shutting me up with new kisses until I gave in.”

The images he was depicted, you knew them all too well. You had replayed the night in your head too many times to count. It still gave you goosebumps.

“I’m so sorry” You knew he wasn’t done but you had to say it out loud. Still, you didn’t know if it was enough. You had hurt him in order to protect your own feelings, you could see that now.

“I am so so sorry Rutger. I never thought of you as a kid… Really. Never. I’ve noticed you since we met…”

Jacob’s room wasn’t so big but in this moment, as you took small steps towards Rutger, it seems miles long. You didn’t know what to say anymore. You wanted to tell him just how much you like him and how much you want him but the words won’t get out. Being vulnerable has always been difficult for you and you’re so used to doing everything to protect your feelings.

But this is not on him and you know it. He told you everything he had to say. He said he liked you, he said he wanted you. Yet you still can’t believe him. Damn those insecurities.

“More than anything I’m sorry for being insecure. I was convinced you would get bored of me so I shut you out from the beginning. It wasn’t fair to you”

How can you tell him you like him too? And now he’s so close, he is all around you, and all you want to do is kiss him again.

“Do you really mean what you said earlier?” It may sound pathetic. It probably does but you have to be sure.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares at you. Then he leans in and it’s enough of an answer.

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🦄🦄🦄

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

Join in our little astrology tea time today!

🦄 Sign and planet over your 10th and your MC shows themes between you and your boss at your workplaces throughout your career. Scorpio MC: you might find your boss postpones a meeting, because of a death. Virgo MC: your boss could cancel a meeting due to needing to help or train someone else or a situation that involves their sibling. Capricorn MC: your boss might not be present at the workplace due to something happening with their parents.

🦄 Speaking further on that note, if you have Virgo MC your boss/teacher/professor/even parents might often reschedule your meeting or gathering.

🦄 I think Capricorn MC supposed to be the leader indication. However, I’ve seen often times they fail this due to inner insecurities or poor self-esteem. They always think they could be a leader, but sometimes even shy away when given the opportunity to lead. Often they feel like previous authority figures let them down in their life, even their parents, so they don’t trust the authority. Hence, never wanting to resemble one.

🦄 Aquarius Jupiter or Jupiter in the 11th house might decide to never marry.

🦄 Here is my personal testament, but from what I experienced all 8th house Moon synastry brought me was pure irritation. I can’t understand how people experience it as deep and soul bonding since in my cases I got constantly irritated, even at the first meeting. Both people stared at me when I least wanted despite being surrounded with other people to the point it got awkward due to such prolonged staring. Each time I was like “go find yourself something to do and stop staring”. I felt as if we were in a stare competition😂😅. And even in later interactions the person, intentionally or not, often found a way to do or say something that would end up in irritation. So I really can’t tolerate this overlay for something long-term. I just think your emotional worlds and how you process emotions are too different.

🦄 Jupiter in the 1st house people really like pilots or people connected with airplanes as inspirational icons. For example they love Amelia Earhart and others.

🦄 Often times, your birthday number already tells you significant things about your major natal chart placements, your dominant sign or what stands out the most in your chart. For example: your are born on the 4th of any month, you might have Cancer Rising, MC or Moon or you are a Moon dominant person. If you are born on the 30th, you have a Gemini MC, Gemini Moon or are Mercury dominant etc.

🦄 The best for investments when it comes to possessions is when Moon is transiting your 8th house. It’s when you find the best deals, offers. For example you have Cancer over the 8th house, look for when the Moon is currently in Cancer.

🦄 Cancer Suns might go for quite boring looking partners (sorry guys) since they much prefer something as natural looking as possible. Unless they are a Leo Venus haha.

🦄 The 7th house planets in the Solar Return chart and even sign over it show with which Sun sign you will hang one on one the most this year! So if you have Moon in the 7th house—> Cancer Suns

🦄 Often Libra Rising feels disconnected from their real identity. It’s like they put a costume on. They dress in a way they think they will be perceived positive, but it usually doesn’t even reflect or match with their true identity (Aries on the 7th house)! This would be the type to dress classy or even preppy, but it’s a true metalhead at their core.

🦄 If you have Cancer over the 8th house or even Moon in the 8th house, but to a lesser extent, you might end up living together with your first sexual partner.

🦄 You know how people that put their planets (not malefics) in your 2nd house usually buy you food or give you money? Well, I think this overlay indicates that they will sooner or later want something in return. But the real givers that will give selflessly and not want anything in return are indicated by your Part of Fortune sign and house. For example: you have Sagittarius Part of Fortune in the 1st house, Sagittarius and Aries Sun people will be like that with you.

🦄 The Rising sign in Solar Return chart indicates major themes of the year that you will be dealing with. For example: Capricorn Rising: issues with authority figures, your father, elderly, on social media. Sagittarius Rising: foreign travel or just travel in general, higher education, expanding your life and new major life experiences. Scorpio Rising: the year of sexual awakening and meeting of your potential future sexual partner. And MC sign shows for what you will be recognized this year.

🦄 I think Aries IC really struggles with becoming the socialite that their Libra MC is meant to be. Because they usually come from humble background, really hard-working people that might not have an office job etc., but were labour workers even or were not used working with many new people or even a team. So often times they are like a scale, one day they despite socialite kind of people and the next day they strive to become one. They also usually had jobs, where they didn’t deal with people or were working with items on their own.

🦄 If you’ve ever been in a long-term relationship with a Virgo or Capricorn Venus consider yourself lucky. Because they really fall in love, like 2-3 times in their life.

🦄 Cancer Mars people literally hold tight to their partners during sex. They might hold tight your hands for example.

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

[tired-biscuit]

we need more angst with stepbrother kiba 🙏🏼 the jealous and the fear to tell the truth ughhhh i need more

imagine that after the awkward encounter of him knocking on your door and you giving him the cold shoulder, you end up spiralling into some kind of rebellion phase.

i mean, if he can do it, why can’t you? so you start partying more often rather than hanging out with him in the living room, and dress yourself in those pretty but short clothes that have been gathering dust in the back of your closet, and stop calling him to pick you up, and basically completely shut him out of your life in the process.

he watches from the sidelines for a couple of weeks as you let yourself go wild, walking on thin ice and trying to initiate contact again just to be brushed off each time in response and outright ignored. it drives him crazy. drives him mad. he hates being ignored, especially by you.

and kiba being kiba, he just can’t keep his mouth shut, you know? so it’s no wonder that he throws a backhanded comment your way when you bump into each other in the kitchen one late night after you come back from yet another party and he’s left his room to rummage through the fridge for a midnight snack.

he doesn’t talk to you at first, but he stares. your make up is smudged under your eyes and you smell like overly sweet perfume and sweat. the first couple of buttons of your top are undone and the skirt you’ve got on is so short that he can see the back of your thighs when you walk past him to grab yourself a glass of water. you’ve clearly been having some fun with someone that definitely isn’t him, he doesn’t need to ask to know that.

and that makes his chest tighten, painfully so. he knows he’s got no right, he knows, but he just can’t help but turn snarky and mean because of the jealousy that sears his heart and causes his jaw to clench so harshly that he’s gritting his teeth. like, really mean.

he mutters something disrespectful about your messy appearance. for some reason, you also can’t help yourself, so you throw a rude remark right back instead of simply continuing to pretend like he doesn’t exist. as is expected, it goes back and forth like this; with both of you refusing to relent, the tension quickly rises and already hot blood begins to simmer within your veins.

blind anger turns you both terribly inconsiderate. by the time he calls you a slut and you tell him that you wish he just straight up died, you’re nearly at each other’s throats. your voices grow in volume and it gets so bad that your father has to rush out of bed and down the stairs to see what all the commotion is about, only to end up having to hold you back because you’re seconds away from clawing your stepbrother’s eyes out.

doors are slammed shut when you both go to bed that night and neither of you sleeps well. but when morning comes and you venture back downstairs, you’re relieved to find out that he’s already out of the house. the only time you see him again in the following days is during family dinners in the evenings and if you sometimes cross paths on your way to your respective bedrooms, but even then it’s fucking awful.

you even go as far as to switch seats at the table. you sit next to your dad and he sits next to his mom, and neither of you talks or looks at each other during the entire meal. your parents think this is just a hurdle you’ll get over eventually, a mere bump in the road — most siblings have fights, don’t they? — but they don’t know the reason as to why that bump is there in the first place. they don’t know that it’s way more complicated than simple bickering between a brother and sister. they don’t know shit.

and neither do you. you don’t know that your shift in attitude stems from attraction yet, while he’s pretty positive that he’s got the hots for his little stepsister, but refuses to admit it to himself. so you’re both frustrated as hell.

but hey, maybe it’s better this way. after all, if you’re on bad terms and not speaking to each other, he can stop fooling himself with the idea of actually having a chance to find out what the inside of your mouth tastes like.

come to think of it, he’s just being a good big brother; protecting you like he always does.

only this time he’s protecting you from himself.

[gunilslaugh]

Can I ask you for a Jiseok’s fic where the reader is Seungmin’s sister? Maybe they are hanging out for a while and he is scared to kiss her

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it :)

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: You’re Seungmin’s sister, Jiseok thinks you and him have a thing going on, but he’s scared that he might be wrong.

WC:~1.2k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your brother, Seungmin, and you have always been really close. He was a reliable brother, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still mess with you. He’ll randomly kick the back of your leg when you're walking, leave your room without fully shutting the door and refuse to pass you something that’s literally right next to him. Typical sibling annoyance things you do the same back to him. 

It was weird when he first left home to be a trainee. Of course you and your parents were supportive, but took some adjusting to get used to him not being home. You and Seungmin still talked frequently. Usually at odd hours into the night when he was done with training for the day. Your whole family was so excited at the news of him finally debuting. It’s a little hard to believe that that was approaching two years ago now. 

The first time you met Seungmin’s members was when he asked if you could bring him one of his jackets that he didn’t take with him when he moved into the dorm. At first you were reluctant, playing the “What’s in it for me?” card. To which he said he would buy you lunch. Free food always made a good bargaining agent, so you found the jacket that he was asking for then went to meet up with Seungmin. 

Upon arriving at the dorm to deliver Seungmin’s jacket you sent him a text saying that you were outside, because you felt too awkward to knock on the door. The text was in vain though because one of his members, who you didn’t know, opened the door for you. 

“You’re Seingmin’s sister right?” He asked you.

“Yeah, I’m here to give him his jacket and get a free lunch,” you answered. They stepped aside allowing you to enter the dorm.

“Oh good you’re here and you met Jiseok,” Seungmin says entering the room. You mentally noted down that the boy's name was Jiseok.

“Take your jacket, let’s go get lunch,” you told Seungmin, shoving the jacket in your hands over to him. 

“Don’t you want to at least meet my members first?” Seungmin laughs at your urgency to go eat.

“I think she just cares about getting free food,” Jiseok stated. 

“He’s not wrong,” you confirmed. “But I guess I can meet your members first,” you said. Seungmin called the other members to gather before introducing you.

“Everyone meet my sister y/n. Y/n meet Gunil, Jungsu, Jiseok, Hyeongjun and Jooyeon,” he went around pointing at each member. Again you took a mental note of their names.

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted them. They mirrored your response. You turned to face Seungmin. “So lunch?” You prompted.

“What’s your hurry?” He questions you with an unbelieving tone. 

“I agreed to bring you your jacket if you bought me lunch. I brought you your jacket, so now it’s your turn,” you asserted. 

“Ok, fine let’s go. Anyone else want to come?” Seungmin checked with the others.

“Depend, you paying?” Jiseok quipped. Seungmin sighed. 

“You know what, sure. Lunch is on me today. Who wants to come?”Seungmin spoke. 

“Me!” Jiseok quickly answered, coming to stand by your side.

“Me too!” Jooyeon piped also joining you. The rest of the members politely declined. You, Seungmin, Jiseok and Jooyeon made your way out of the dorm while discussing what you should get for lunch. All of you guys decided on a chicken place. 

Once you reached the chicken place you headed inside and placed your order. The chicken came out shortly after and you all dug in.

“Are you happy? You got your lunch now,” Seungmin says condescendingly.

“Yes, thank you,” you said happily enjoying your chicken. 

“She’s much happier when she has food,” Jiseok noted. 

“She’s always been like that. She gets it from our mom. I remember one time the two of them got into a fight, but after eating dinner together it was like the fight never happened,” Seungmin recalled. 

“Oh I remember that. Our fight was nothing serious, we just had a disagreement,” you told. The group of you finished eating and started to make your way back. On the walk back you found yourself conversing with Jiseok. He was easy to talk to, the conversation naturally flowing. You discovered a few interests that you both shared. After you arrived back at the dorm building you said your goodbyes and you headed home.

Ever since then you saw Xdinary Heroes somewhat regularly. Visiting them from time to time, occasionally grabbing a meal together. You and Jiseok began to grow quite close to one another. The members joked that you hung out with Jiseok more than your own brother. They weren’t exactly wrong about it. You and Jiseok had been starting to hangout fairly often. The two of you would go to the movies, try out restaurants together, go shopping, play games. You really enjoyed spending time together with him. The only downside is you’re not exactly sure what your relationship with Jiseok is. You both have a thing going on. There’s a clear spark between the two of you. You know that you're into him, but you don’t know if he feels the same. 

Today you were with Jiseok in a practice studio. He invited you over to ask for your opinion on the lyrics that he was working on. Once you started to read over his lyrics you couldn’t help but think that they had another meaning. His lyrics talked about not knowing if you should confess or not. Not wanting to ruin a good thing, but also wishing that it could be better. Thinking that you know something, however there’s a fear that you could be wrong. Maybe you just wanted his lyrics to have a double meaning. To be a hint that he’s into you too. You look at Jiseok only to find him already staring at you with a look of anticipation. 

“Is this your way of non-directly confessing?” You question. You prayed that you weren’t wrong. A pit in your stomach begins to grow as you await Jiseok’s answer. 

“Only if you like me too,” Jiesok replies, looking into your eyes.

“I do,” you confess. Each of you let out a breath that neither of you knew you were holding. 

“Thank goodness, cause I’ve really wanted to do something, but I was too scared of being wrong,” Jiseok reveals. 

“And what’s that?” You ask. Jiseok comes closer, sitting right next to you.

“I really want to kiss you. If you’re ok with that,” Jiseok tells, grabbing your hands. You smile.

“I’m more than ok with that,” you responded. Jiseok moved one of his hands up to your face cupping it gently. He leaned closer to you, brushing his nose against yours. He gives you a moment to pull away just in case you changed your mind. You gave him a little nod as a sign to continue. That was all it took for Jiseok to close the gap, your lips meeting in the middle. The kiss was short, both of you pulling away after a few seconds. Smiles are painted on each of your faces. 

“So you’ll be my girlfriend?” Jiseok puts to question.

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend,” you replied. 

“Obviously,” Jiseok says, making both of you laugh. The two of you embraced in a happy hug.

“So when are we telling Seungmin?” You joked.

[slothmeters]

hii!! i was wondering if you would write a adley rutschman imagine?? maybe they confess their feelings towards one another? (best friends to lovers??) if so - thank you!!!

Do best friends do what we do? - Adley Rutschman

w/c- 2066

warnings- cursing (literally like one word), implied smut towards the end, self-deprecating talks

while I was writing this I got a little carried away and decided to put things that were important to me. Being able to love yourself and see yourself as you do other people is something that I will forever want everyone to experience. I struggle with self-hate, and I have recently started to not compare myself to others because you never know what they have done to look the way that they do. They could also be hating themselves. What I'm trying to say is basically, always love yourself no matter what. You are strong and beautiful always and forever. <3

Thank you for the request!!

Being a star baseball player with a hot best friend was difficult.

Especially difficult when you’ve been in love with her for years.

Today was like any other off-day for me. I was hanging out with my best friend y/n, rewatching Peaky Blinders, and eating Chinese takeout. She had her eyes fixated on John Shelby, who she thought was so hot. Having her look at someone else made me jealous.

“Hey y/n, would you wanna go to dinner with me tomorrow? My parents are coming to town and I want you to come with me.”

The words didn’t completely fall out of my mouth before she agreed.

“Oh my gosh yes! You don’t even have to ask! I love your parents! How long are they gonna be here for?”

God, she’s perfect. I love her.

“They’re just going to be here for the weekend. My dad has a conference in the city, so they wanted to stop in and catch up with me”

The rays of the golden hour came through the curtains to cast a brightening light on y/n’s beautiful face. Her prominent cheekbones, long, brown hair, and her juniper eyes. 

I could really be lost in the world of y/n l/n forever. 

“Adleyyyy! Adley Stan Rutschman I swearrr! I’ve been talking to you for the past 2 minutes what sort of daydream are you in?!”

Whoops, my bad. I didn’t mean to be gone in la la land for so long, but how could I not? She’s everything.

“What did you say y/n/n?” I replied to her, blushing mildly. 

“Is Josie coming? I miss my favorite Rutschman child.”

I slap my hand over my heart in fake hurt, “How rude ma’am. You’re not coming anymore.”

I stand up on the couch pointing my finger in the air and saying in a really bad British accent, “Madam y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you have here-on been banished from any Rutschman family gatherings on the count of the fact that yo-”

y/n also stands up and slowly starts creeping towards me.

“You will never forget this moment Mister Stinky Poopy Butt!” You will never banish me! I am the ruler of the Rutschman Kingdom Muahaha!” 

Then an idea hits me. I know what I have to do.

I tackle her onto the couch and begin tickling her.

“Nooo, I surrender Ad, I surrender!” 

Her continuous laugh is music to my ears; the most infectious thing on the planet. 

As our laughing dies down, we’re left staring at each other in a not-awkward silence. Me, kneeling in between her thighs our hands holding me from falling on top of her, just staring into each other. 

“I guess I better tell you, Josie isn’t coming, She has work. So now I guess I’m your favorite Rutschman sibling.” I said sticking out my tongue.

“You’ve always been my favorite Ads. My best friend forever.”

As the last sunlight went below the horizon, y/n laid her head on my lap, and I played with her hair, as we turned the tv to watch our comfort movie, Puss in Boots.

To be honest, I haven’t even been watching the movie. I’ve been focusing on the girl below my eyesight. 

We say that we’re best friends, but I know that best friends don’t cuddle on the couch and watch a movie that they’ve been watching together for 12 years.

 As kids, we had to take y/ns younger siblings to go see this movie, as the movie theater was just across the street from our houses. 

We ended up liking this movie just as much as the little kids. 

After that, we started having movie nights every single weekend.

She’s come to me crying over boyfriends that have mistreated her, and every single time I’ve been the one to pick up the pieces. 

She’s the one that followed me to Oregon State, and all the way out here to fucking Maryland because she didn’t want me to be alone while I was living my dream. 

There’s no way that best friends do that.

I notice the jealousy in her eyes when a girl comes up to me at the bar when we’re out with the team, but I always brush them off. She doesn’t know that it’s because of her. 

She was the first person I embraced when I found out I had been drafted first overall, she was my first phone call the night that I got too wasted with the team after my first mlb start, she’s always been a first.

The end credits of the movie started rolling when I finally came back to reality.

I felt the steady breathing of y/n under my arm, and I knew that she had fallen asleep.

When I looked at the time I realized that it was nearing 11 o’clock. 

It was too late to wake the sleeping girl up, so I brought her upstairs with me to go to bed.

She stirred a little bit as I lifted her up, “Adley?”

“Yea, I’m just bringing you up to go to bed, it’s late, and I’m not letting you drive back home.”

She just put her head back into my chest and fell right back asleep. 

Instead of turning to the guest room like I normally would, I brought her straight to my bedroom. The bed was five times comfier and the blankets fluffier. 

I knew we had some serious talking to do tomorrow.

As I tried to rest, I couldn’t stop thinking about the gorgeous girl next to me.

The nightlight that I put on that side of the room specifically for when she stayed over brought enough light to her face so I could see how peaceful she looked as she slept.

Tossing and turning, the hours felt like minutes until I finally fell asleep around four.

Waking up to the bright sunlight coming through the shade, I looked to the left of me to see if y/n was still there, and there she was, cuddled into me like a koala. 

Brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes fluttered open.

“I don’t even remember going to sleep last night.” she chuckled

She laid her head back down for a few seconds before seemingly getting the courage to get up and head to the bathroom.

As she got up, my eyes followed her. The way she stumbled in the mornings, and the way her sweatpants rolled to look like pantaloons. She was still the most beautiful thing to me.

I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, nor did she send me anything on tik tok, and I was starting to get worried. She’s normally always a pretty loud person.

Walking towards the door, I heard soft sniffles, something that wasn’t normal.

“y/n? You ok in there?” I softly knocked on the door. 

No answer followed. 

I hesitantly opened the door with my hand covering my eyes.

“No, don’t come in, I don’t want you seeing me like this!” She sobbed loudly.

I quickly uncovered my hands to see her, on the floor with her knees up to her chest. 

She had nothing on but her sports bra and underwear, but I didn’t care because something was making her upset. 

Her phone was face up on the tile next to her and I see that her Instagram comments pulled up. 

She had posted her Pittsburgh Eras Tour Night 1 pictures feeling that she had edited them enough. 

She had sent me the pictures so many times so I could “see which ones were social media worthy”, though I thought that all of them were.

She had spent months coordinating her outfit, just to make sure it was perfect.

Her sobs haven’t ceased, but only grew as I reached for her phone to read the comments displayed on the screen. 

‘Should you really be wearing a shirt like that?’

‘Nobody wants to see all that’

‘Everyone is definitely lying when they her pretty’

She looked up at me as I finished reading what she once had. Her green eyes were now bloodshot, once full of life, now filled with sadness that would make Eeyore flinch.

I scooped her into the tightest hug that I could muster, all while stroking her hair and telling her that it was ok over and over again.

She pulled away from the hug, picking up her phone to look at the pictures once more.

“Am I ugly Adley? I mean I know I’m not a Victoria’s Secret model, but I don’t think I’m ugly.”

“No honey, you’re not ugly. You’re the most beautiful person I know.”

“I mean I know I could lose a couple of pounds, but I’m healthy, and I do take care of myself.”

“I know, and hey, so what if you’re not a size 2? You’re beautiful, and not everyone’s body works in the same way. Those people have no idea what they’re talking about. They don’t know the real you, the you who lights up when she sees echidna puggles online, or when you see your family, or even the way your nose crinkles when you smell a pickle.”

I was close to tears now. I never knew that she was hurting. I would’ve done everything in my power to reassure her that my world revolves around her and that she is everything to me.

She smiled through her tears as she wiped the tears from my eyes.

“I love you Ad, I’m sorry that I kept this from you for so long. I promise I’ve been going to therapy to help better myself and my self-image. You never make me feel anything less than beautiful.”

Her hand flew over her mouth as she gasped.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. You can ask me to leave if you want. Just tell your parents that I got sick. You don’t have to talk to me again. I don’t know how you feel towards me but I’ve been in love with you since 2nd grade.”

I just sat there, my mouth agape as I took in everything that she said. I had spent all last night wondering how I was going to ask her out, but every single idea failed as my mind immediately turned to her rejecting me.

“Y/n, I love you too. Yesterday, when you were asking me about Josie, I didn’t hear you because I was too busy focusing on you. The way your eyes glistened in the sun, bringing out every shade of green and yellow that live in them, and the way that your hair so freaking effortlessly shines in any light. How could you not have noticed me staring at you like it was you who hung the moon and the stars?”

Our hands found their way together as we never broke eye contact. 

I forgot that we were in the middle of my bathroom floor, we could’ve been anywhere in the world and she would still be my sole focus. 

“Just kiss me Ad, I’ve waited way too long to do this.”

I pulled her into a kiss and the second our lips touched everything felt right. It felt like all of the stars aligned, as fireworks went off in my head and butterflies in my stomach. 

Our lips connecting was like the final piece in our complicated puzzle finally coming together. 

Every time we were out, we were told how cute a couple we were, I always reluctantly told them that we were just friends. Now I didn’t have to do that.

As we pulled away, our lips were red and puffy.

She let out a small giggle as she said, “Maybe I should put on clothes now unless you don't want me to and we can move this into another room?”

She slowly stood up, grabbing my hand as we both walked back through the door and into my bedroom. Making up for all of the missed time that we missed together.

I never thought that I would say that I was happy to see the love of my life, half-naked, crying on my bathroom floor, but now I can sense that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. 

Man the things that this woman does to me.

[immasock]

Look Iam a very affectionate and clingy person (if I wanted to be) and all I can think about rn is an easy going teen MC who is VERY affectionate and will ask for hugs for every brother. Will want headpats for every achievement as a reward like imagine MC getting 100 on a test and shows it to Lucifer and gets 5 minutes worth of headpats and cuddles. Or even sleeps or naps hugging the bros. I feel like Beel is very comfy to lay on or just being cuddled by him it would feel as if your on a teddy bear so cute.

:D

Off topic but do you ever wonder what is feels like to play with Mammon's hair? Looks so soft I wanna touch it

This- I think this is your cutest idea yet

Also all the time. That man has my heart in a choke hold and he is not letting go. Not that I’m complaining. I bet his hair is super soft and I would love nothing more than to play with it

ANYWAYS

Brothers with an Affectionate Teen!MC

It’s a nice, peaceful day in the HoL. Everyone is in their respective rooms doing their own respective thing. Except for MC. MC is feeling a little touch starved and craves attention from their favorite demon older male figure. Whoever that may be. Plus they got the top score on the last test in their hardest class and they wanted to show someone they looked up to. So what do they do? They walk into said demons room, waltz right up to them and kinda just stand there for a minute. They’re awkward okay? Eventually tho, said brother acknowledges their presence

Lucifer:

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with MC?”

They nod and show him their test

Lucifer, of course, is very pleased with their score

Obviously he knows that they’re smart but the exchange students getting good grades is always good for the program

Plus he knows that they have been struggling with that class all year

They must have taken his advice and gotten some extra help

“Very good MC. How about we celebrate. What would you like to do?”

“I want a hug”

He doesn’t know why that surprises him

MC has always been one for physical affection

But of course he complies

When MC goes in for the hug, they don’t let go for a few minutes

They never do

Not that he minds, he just has work to get back to

So he gives them a pat on the head and sends them away

Mammon:

“Eh? What’s up MC? Come to hang out with the great mammon? Can’t blame ya”

They show him their test and Mammons face immediately lights up

“Hey would ya look at that! Is that the test you were freaking out about last week? I told ya you could do it!”

Being their best friend, Mammon knows how much they love affection, especially after doing well on something

He holds his arms open for a hug and they very quickly go in for it

“I’m so proud of ya human! How about to celebrate we have a movie marathon? The great mammon will even let you pick the movies”

Like they’d ever let that opportunity pass them by

They spend the rest of the night watching really bad movies and making fun of them with their best friend

Eventually they both fall asleep snuggling each other

Leviathan:

“Eh? Oh hey MC. You wanna see this new figurine that just came in the mail? It’s limited edition so you gotta be real careful, okay?”

While they always love it when Levi shows them his cool stuff, they came here to show off a little bit

They pull out their test and show him the score

“Woah that’s your test?? That’s so good! This reminds me of that one anime ‘my unofficial little sibling who is also my best friend is a super genius’! It’s really good! You should watch it with me”

“Sure. But first, Can I have a hug?”

Now I may be projecting a bit when I say that Levi likes physical affection, especially hugs, but he is the most awkward person when actually getting affection

Wether that be from a romantic partner or even just a friend

Like he likes it and all but he gets super awkward and his body gets stiff and he starts overthinking, trying to make sure he doesn’t make it seem too obvious that he’s being awkward and kinda uncomfortable, which of course makes it more obvious, which is one reason why he doesn’t do hugs and stuff all that often

But they’re just so excited and he’s proud of them so he agrees

They give him a hug, a very awkward, stiff hug. But a hug none the less

Once they pull away they make themselves comfortable in the beanbag chair as Levi puts on the anime

Satan:

“Oh hello MC. It’s nice of you to drop by. Oh, did you ever get that test back?”

MC, very excited, nodded and showed him their score

“See? I told you all your hard work would pay off”

Satan had been their tutor for the 2 weeks prior to the test so he was especially excited about their score

He gave them a smile and a pat on the head before inviting them to sit and read this new novel he just got with him

So they sit in between his legs on the floor in front of him while he reads his new novel to them

Eventually they fall asleep

Can you blame them?

His voice is just so soothing, especially when he’s reading to you

Asmodeus:

“Hm? Oh hey MC! Finally come to try that face mask with me?”

“Mm maybe later. But for now, look at what I got on my test!”

They pull out their test and proudly show him what they got

“Oh my goodness! Look at you! Oh you’re so smart!”

They don’t even have to ask him for a hug

Asmo is also a very overly affectionate person so his first reaction is to hug them as tight as he can

Without hurting them of course

“You know what? This is cause for a celebration! I say we have a spa day! We can try that face mask and I can paint your nails. Ooo maybe even do something new with your hair”

Beelzebub:

“Hm? Oh hey MC. You want some? I found this custard in the fridge”

“No thanks. But hey, look at this”

Beel straight up has a proud brother moment

He gives them the biggest smile and ruffles their hair

“Good job MC”

MC is so excited

Physical touch isn’t beels first love language but he does like it a lot so he gladly lets them give him a hug

He’s just happy to be there

Belphegor:

“Mm? This better be good MC. I was sleeping”

Maybe waking Belphie up for this want their best idea

But do they care?

Not at all

They want to cuddle and so cuddle they will

“Hey Belphie, since I’m totally your favorite human and I got top marks on my last test, can we cuddle? I want affection”

Belphie just sighs before holding up the blanket for them to crawl under

“Hell yeah!”

“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’m still tired”

It’s quiet for a minute before he speaks up again

“Good job on your test MC”

[dyhayc]

could you please please please write this,literally everyone I've asked doesn't want to write my idea!

ok so basically reader x Eddie Munson. Reader and him are on the roof of reader's house,both looking at the sunset,when reader wants to try smoking for the first time. Also they're giving each other surprise birthday presents because their birthdays are 6 days apart. (Eddie's is first,then reader's is 6 days after)(Oh and Eddie gives reader a mixtape and a malachite ring to match it with her malachite necklace and reader gives him crystals and a lot of expensive metal casettes and he flips).

A lot of fluff,really. Oh and they're not dating,they just have the biggest crush on each other.

Title: Real Rings and Expensive Things

Pairing: Eddie x gn!Reader (fluff, mild angst)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Marriage Iguana (Marijuana), Eddie And Reader Are Stupid Idiots, Reader Is Down BAD (And Also Super Impulsive)

A/N: While thinking up ideas for this oneshot, I became enamoured with the characters I created. I think I’m going to make this an entire AU, but I don’t want to make the original anon uncomfortable, so this specific oneshot will be a spinoff and not canon in the universe. Most of my ideas aren’t relevant to this piece anyways, so I hope it’s okay!

I didn’t explain it in the oneshot, but the reader was adopted by a super rich couple. Also, I changed the request a tiny little bit. You freak out more about your gift than he does for his, but there’s a good reason for it. I hope you like it, anon! <3

By the way, I know absolutely nothing about crystals, so I kinda glossed over the crystal part. I didn't want to make any mistakes so I made it as vague as possible!

Masterlist

The sun is beautiful, golden rays barely peeking through the dense trees behind your house. Birds fly in the distance, most likely Sandhill Cranes– they call the wetlands beyond the line of trees home. Clouds dot the sky, perfectly framing the sunset in pink and purple hues.

All of this natural beauty, and yet, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen is sitting right next to you. Eddie Munson, with his unruly curly hair and big doe eyes, has the most important star in this solar system beat.

He’s looking out, lips slightly parted in wonder, as he watches the horizon. Your heart clenches at the sight even though you’ve seen him thousands of times. He’s been hanging out with you since literal birth, his face is in photos posted all around your house, and he spends almost every Saturday with you. But, still, there’s something about his face that takes your breath away— every single time.

God, he’s so pretty. You desperately wish you could tell him. Sober, that is. Sometimes, when he’s so fucked up he can barely walk, you whisper the things you hold back. You’re not sure if he remembers or can even comprehend your words through the fog of his high, but you find comfort in the fact that somewhere, hidden deep in his brain, Eddie may know you love him.

Impulsively, you speak before your brain can stop you. He has to know. He needs to know.

“Eddie, I-”

But you choke, frozen like a damn deer in headlights.

He’s turned his head. Looking into his eyes, you’re consumed by an ocean of brown— hundreds of shades, highlighted by the golden sun setting to his right. The depth of his stare cuts deep into your heart, and you see adoration, and kindness, and warmth. Things that most people never bother to see or even look for within him. The grim reality hits: you’d never be able to ever emotionally recover if he rejected you.

What if he only sees you as a friend? Or worse, a sibling. Your parents basically adopted him, too, all those years ago. It wouldn’t be surprising if he saw you as family and nothing more. Would he stick around after you’ve confessed despite the awkward air when he rejects you? Or would you drift apart until he’s just a ghost from your past? Overwhelming emotion wells in your chest. How could you live without him?

You turn your head away to hide the quickly forming tears, pushing the fear of abandonment down. “Can-” you swallow thickly, willing the pain away, “Can you. Er– Well, can I smoke? I know I haven’t tried it before, but– Just, well– yea.” Heat floods your entire body, you’re absolutely mortified. Sure, you couldn’t confess, but damn, did you have to make a complete fool of yourself?

He chuckles lightly, an attractive sound to match his attractive face. “Haven’t even tried cigs yet, and you wanna go straight to weed?” he questions, raising his brow.

You scoff, trying to hide your emotions behind annoyance, “How do you know I was talking about weed?”

“Would you have gotten all stuttery over a cigarette?” Well, he had you there.

Lamely, you shrug. He huffs but digs around in his jean pocket, pulling out a ziploc with a joint. To this day, it still shocks you how brazen he is with his drugs. When you were in school together, he’d bring his food in the same metal lunchbox he carried the little baggies of marijuana in. You assume he still does it, not that you’d know definitively since you graduated in ‘84.

“It’s your first time, so you’re probably gonna cough your lungs out,” he motions to the water bottle at your hip, “You’re gonna need that.”

“Is it… that bad?” You ask hesitantly. The only information you had to go on was Eddie’s ramblings about what it feels like to be high and your observations from when he’d smoked in your presence. You say “observations,” but really, you’d just been watching his lips.

“For most people, no,” he comments casually as he flicks on the lighter.

You quickly snap back, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I know you. You’re gonna find a way to choke to death on the smoke.” The little shit is smirking while he says it, knowing you’re gonna be angry with him. Your nose scrunches up, offended, but you don’t say anything because you know he’s absolutely right. Again, he chuckles.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he explains what to do before showing you a demonstration. Yea, you’re definitely gonna need the water. He doesn’t even bother handing the joint to you, instead holding it in front of your lips. Butterflies flutter intensely in your stomach. Fuck. He’s so hot, and he doesn’t even know it.

Maybe when you lean in, your lips “accidentally” brush against his fingertips, but who can really tell? Following his instructions, you don’t immediately breathe out the smoke. It feels… odd? A little uncomfortable, too. You’re sure it shows through your expression, judging by the amused look on Eddie’s face.

Finally breathing it out, you feel like someone’s just punched you in the throat. The muscles seize up suddenly, causing you to double over and cough hard. In the background, you can hear Eddie laughing at you.

He’s laughing. You’re dying, and he’s fucking laughing at you.

Once he’s done giggling at your expense, he scoots next to you and rubs circles on your back with his hand until you can breathe again. Snatching the water, you drink half of it in one go. You scowl at him, but he grins wide in return. Holding out his hand again, he asks cheekily, “Ready for another?”

Still aggravated, you go in for a second time, nipping his finger before you lean back. He murmurs “ouch” half-heartedly, but you both know it didn’t hurt. This time goes over much smoother, and you’re grateful because you don’t think your throat could take that again.

This continues until there’s barely anything left. He drops the burned paper onto the roof unceremoniously and squishes it under his boot. You really should say something, but this is a fight that’s lasted for years. Realistically, if he hasn’t stopped dirtying your section of the roof, he never will, so you decide not to bother.

You can feel him shift because of your head on his shoulder. When had you done that? Oh well, it doesn’t matter because he’s speaking. “Do you wanna exchange gifts now?”

Right, you’d completely forgotten about those. Today is what you affectionately call the “communal birthday.” Eddie’s birthday was three days ago, and yours will be in three more days. It’s the perfect in-between. As children, you’d have birthday parties together on your communal birthday. They had been fun in the moment, but looking back, you’re somber, knowing your parents threw those parties because his own parents didn’t care about his birthday. But, you shouldn’t dwell on such sad topics when you’re about to exchange gifts.

Humming, “Mhm,” you reach over to grab his present. A carefully wrapped cardboard box, tied together with a blood red ribbon. You used children’s Star Wars-themed wrapping paper, of course.

“Wow,” he whistles, holding up the box to admire the print, “Darth Vader, huh?” Giddily, you giggle and turn your head to press your face further into his shoulder. He smiles down at you, “You’re so quiet when you’re high. Normally, I can’t get you to shut up.” You just stick your tongue out at him.

He struggles for a little too long with the bow, but you don’t help him. You’re considering it payback for the teasing things he’s said tonight. Finally, he unties the ribbon and takes off the wrapping paper. He hands the ribbon back to you, knowing you’d reuse it. Gingerly, he picks up the lid and reveals the red tissue paper you’d used to protect the contents.

Carefully, he plucks out the sheets one by one. You smile wide at how gentle he’s being, obviously trying to be mindful of your gift. He comes across the first part of your present, a collection of various crystals, each with different uses and meanings. You want to tell him what they all do and represent, but words are escaping you at the moment. Instead, you promise, “I’ll explain ‘em t’you when ‘m sober.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to it,” he responds, setting them off to the side. Returning to the box, he pulls out the last few pieces of tissue paper, revealing the best– and most costly– part of his gift.

“Holy fuck!” he blurts, taking a few in his hands to examine them. Limited edition cassettes, eight of them. All on his wishlist and all expensive. “I thought we agreed not to use your parents’ money?”

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling a little embarrassed, “I didn’t.” 

He chuckles in disbelief, swapping the ones in his hands for the tapes left in the box, “Sweetheart, these are worth at least two of your paychecks.”

Yes, you’re working, even though you have rich parents. They’re big on humility and work ethic, so they’d encouraged you to get a job while attending community college. Not that you’d really needed one to form a work ethic. Sure, you grew up with money, but you weren’t spoiled. If anything, Eddie made sure of it, drilling into your head how important it is to not take your wealth for granted.

It was a little… how do you say? Impulsive to buy these for him, sure. But Eddie’s your best friend, and he’s always been there for you, so he deserves a thoughtful gift to show him just how much you appreciate him.

Your mind completely skips over the fact that he’d called you a pet name.

His reaction makes you insecure, so you ask, “D’you not like ‘em?” You still have the receipt somewhere in your room, so you can probably return them if he really doesn’t want the cassettes.

“Not like ‘em?” he repeats, astonished, “I fuckin’ love ‘em! This is an amazing gift, thank you.” He continues to flip all the cassettes over in his hands, inspecting them. They’re in pristine condition, so hopefully, Eddie will keep them safe.

You beam, “Your welcome!” excited he likes the tapes. You’d spent a lot of time thinking of what to get him, so you’re glad your thoughtfulness paid off.

He sets the box aside and picks up his present for you. It’s in a gift bag that you two have been swapping for years, but you’re happy to see it again. There’s colourful tissue paper covering the contents and spilling out the top.

You grab it carefully, as he had, and take your time unwrapping the present. The cassette grabs your attention first, and you chuckle at your similar gifts. It looks like it’s a blank until you turn it over and see Eddie’s signature handwriting on the front. It reads: “Really Cool Mixtape” and has a skull, heart, and fire symbol drawn next to the words. You bite your lip to hide your smile. He’s so adorable. Fishing in the bag, you find a piece of paper pressed against the bottom.

Opening the folded paper, you can’t stop your smile this time. It’s a song list, but what really draws your attention are the crudely drawn doodles of skulls, hearts, and fires in the blank space on the margins. The same shapes that are on the cover of the cassette. You decide to close it, wanting to discover the songs he chose organically.

Grinning wide, you exclaim, “Thank you! I really love it, Eddie.”

“That’s not all,” he says slowly, as if he’s not sure whether he wants to say it or not. Pulling something out of his pocket, he places it gingerly in your hands. You hesitate before looking down.

It’s a simple dark brown box. You take off the top, revealing cream pleather embossed with a fancy logo directly in the center— a jewelry box. Looking up at Eddie, he doesn’t meet your gaze, instead glancing bashfully to the side.

You turn the boxes over so the cream one will fall into your palm. Flipping open the top unveils a beautiful silver and malachite ring.

Sure, you’re high, but you’ve been around authentic jewelry your entire life. This is one hundred percent real, down to the 925 imprinted on the inside of the ring. The malachite appears to be high quality, too, the bands of colour within the stone being distinct and striking.

The ring is so delicate, the polished green stone in the middle is surrounded by silver leaves, which are attached to stems that intertwine to make the band. It’s an exact match to the necklace you’re wearing right now. The one that your mother bought for you when you turned eighteen, the one that’s made by an expensive designer who charges ridiculously high prices. Yea, that one. And now, it’s your turn to freak out.

“Holy shit, Eddie! Oh my God! Holy shit! Eddie! Oh my God!” your words loop as you try to accept just how much his gift cost. If yours is worth two paychecks, his is worth five, easy. You can’t even imagine the amount of drugs he’d had to sell to pay for it.

You carefully take the ring out of the box and slip it onto your finger, holding your hand up to examine it. He smiles sheepishly, “Do you like it?” Your jaw literally drops. How could you not like it? Your mouth moves before your brain can filter your words.

“I– I love you.” Fuck.

You just sit and stare at each other, not moving an inch. Dread settles heavily on you. You’ve just ruined everything. He’s going to leave and never come back. Tears gather in your eyes as you whimper uncertainly, “Eddie.” That seems to break him out of his trance.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not lying?”

“No.”

In place of words, he grabs you and brings you into a tight hug. You’re a little disoriented but still cling to him, regardless. “I’m so stupid,” he murmurs in your ear, sending shivers up your spine, “I love you, too. Ever since middle school.”

You smile, pulling back, “Me too.”

He grins up at you, “Well, the buzzcut was irresistible, really. Everyone wanted me.”

You both burst out laughing. Eddie’s buzzcut was so bad that he refused to let your parents hang any photos of him from that era. Calming down, Eddie lifts his hands to your face. He rubs his thumbs across your cheek before pulling you down for a sweet kiss just as the sun passes below the horizon. You swear you’ve never been happier, even if it took years to finally get here.

For someone so emotionally intelligent, he always fell short when it came to you.

But maybe you were the same way.

[burgerpiee]

Rea talking about OCs?

I watched The Beekeeper a couple of weeks ago and my honest review was that it wasn’t the best film I liked this year.

But I do love Derek and Mickey! Me and my friends did eventually tried to rewrite The Beekeeper..so anything I say is not what happened in the film but ofc spoilers for The Beekeeper if you haven’t seen it (don’t waste your money on it)

TW: Mentions of domestic abuse, child abuse, mental abuse, etc..

Daria Danforth is also Derek’s really younger sister. A 14-year-old girl that the Danforth family adopted. Derek is twice her age (Derek 28, Daria 14) so they barely interacted and only make small talk or see each other during big events or Jessica’s (Derek and Daria’s mom)

Daria is mainly known as someone perfectionist, quiet, smart, stressed, and gloomy girl with a little group of friends she hangs out with. (It's just 5 school friends and Derek) Daria also is pretty introverted herself, with the fact she has an impaired social skill. She finds it hard to make friends because of a bunch of rumors about the fact she is a member of the Danforths...(Cough cough Derek's secret crimes and Jessica)

Her perfectionism is from the fact she does more than one sport, or instrument and gets the highest grades in school. Captain of the both Soccer and Tennis teams. Plays in the orchestra, good at guitar, piano, and violin. Not to mention speaks more than 1-2 languages..That child might be a 'little miss perfect'.

However, when she is around her friends she's a completely different person. A humorous and generous person who would stay up all night playing video games or chatting with her friends in the rooms of the Danforth's mansion or Derek's place (aka her house as well lol).

Her relationship with her mother is really strained and odd. Jessica pressures Daria into many things, Jessica pressures Daria into doing many things in life which causes Daria to have high levels of anxiety and low self-esteem because she doesn't meet her mother's success criteria. Daria constantly is being burnt out and she becomes emotionally exhausted and does not want to do anything but stay in her room.

Meanwhile, her relationship with Derek is considered 'awkward' to both of them. Both children are born in different generations. They are at least trying to fix this broken-off relationship because every interaction feels like they aren't siblings just two people with the same last name. Daria and Derek are constantly always thinking one of them is Mom's favorite. (What I mean is Derek believes Jessica loves Daria more because she is more responsible while Daria believes Jessica loves Derek more because Derek wasn't pressured into any of what she's doing)

However, both of them had a joking hatred for one another and can be seen as complete opposites. They never said 'I love you' or 'I care for you' but they know how to show it to each other without the uses of words.

Daria now lives with Derek since her mother is running for president, instead of making the maids take care or even send her to a boarding school, Daria lives with Derek in the penthouse they owned. Also the beginning of fixing their awkward-strained sibling relationship.

Daria at first thinks this beekeeper is just some stupid man threatening her family and will not even successfully manage to murder the family. When she realizes the causes of the fire from the scam companies were him (Clay). One day at the beach house, she witnessed her brother lying dead beside her which left her traumatized, she couldn't progress anything happening.

Daria missed Derek, the only family member she cared for the most, Daria for a moment realized that she would be the only one to take care of the Danforth Enterprise leaving her passion and interest in the rubbish bin because she had to run this legacy while her mother uses Derek's death as a shield.

[indecisive-dizzy]

I’m brainrotting over Howdy and Eddie so have some ideas

The main idea I’ve been having is how they ended up experimenting and dating each other, because that’s a pretty big jump lmao

I imagine a while after Howdy moved in, he and Eddie would hang out all the time. They were basically attached at the hip, that’s how close they were

I mean, could you blame them? They literally lived together and they were best friends, of course they wanted to do stuff together

After a while, and after Howdy and Eddie had a heart to heart about what happened, me thinks Howdy was developing a crush but didn’t really realize it was a crush

He’d say stuff like: “yeah, of course I wanna hold his hand and kiss him and spend every minute of the day with him but isn’t that what all best friends think?”

It took Eddie’s siblings literally spelling it out to him to realize it was a crush :,)

Howdy’s freaking out about it because he’s scared of what’s gonna happen when Eddie finds out, what if he gets weirded out and doesn’t want to be around him anymore? He’s worried to ruin their friendship

Plus he’s still struggling with understanding how he feels sexuality wise. He likes girls still, but he has no idea if he likes guys in general of if he just likes Eddie because of everything that’s happened and how Eddie’s his best friend (only friend /j)

Still, I imagine Eddie finds out one way or another (he’s crushing too but it’s slightly more blatant as he’s 100% sure he likes men at this point)

They definitely need to talk about it but just don’t know how or when to do so 🥲🥲

👏Oblivious👏Howdy👏Is👏Peak👏Howdy. I swear this man knows nothing until it's spelled out with a PowerPoint Presentation lmao XD

maybe Eddie's siblings help him figure it out, telling him it's fine/normal to like girls and boys. but they couldn't tell him if what just an Eddie thing bc who knows. Howdy still panics bc he has a crush on his best friend but he'll figure it out, right?

Eddie on the other hand is just quietly sitting there wondering if he should say anything about his own crush on Howdy. He doesn't want to scare him ya know? cuz at this point he isn't sure Howdy likes guys.

When they do tell each other it's awkward but also wholesome. Eddie is so understanding and probably the best guy to have your first gay crisis about. He's such a sweetheart and he's happy to just talk it through

They try dating and once they get into the swing of things not only does Howdy better understand his sexuality, but they are insufferable.

You thought they were attached at hip before, good god they can't do anything without touching. Hands are everywhere. Other hands, hips, back, hair. Eddie practically moved in to Howdy's room so they can cuddle.

idk how they break up, but I imagine it's just an "oh we really like cuddling n spending time together but I'm not like In Love with you." They love each other, but they later understand they're not In love. Which is fine! They keep cuddling though, bc I live to normalize platonic cuddling.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi! Omg I love your BoB ship requests so much could I ask for one? She/her pronouns. I’m 5’2, half polish jew/half irish with dark wavy shoulder length hair. I’m studying to be a school librarian. I love reading obviously and I like writing stories, but I also love the outdoors and going for walks and hikes when I can! I like baking and doing crafts like crochet too. I listen to a lot of country music and mid-2000s pop-rock, and of course Taylor Swift (my favorite TS song is the lakes). I’m definitely an INFP – I prefer quiet nights in and small gatherings with close friends to parties or nightclubs lol, I can get a little anxious and overwhelmed around too many people esp if I don’t know them. I can take awhile to open up to new people, but I really have a big heart and I care a lot about the people around me. I don’t talk about myself much so it can be hard to tell people when I’m going through a tough time, especially since I’m outwardly normally very optimistic and positive. I am a taurus which means I can be very stubborn sometimes too lol my whole family will say so. I’m very close with my siblings and mom and grandma, family is v important to me! I’m not so much the mom-friend as I am the mom-sister. I’m very supportive to others but find it hard to ask for support myself lol. In group settings I never set out wanting to be a leader but when it’s clear someone needs to take charge and come up with a plan I will be the one to do it when no one else will. I can get awkward and nervous about people I have a crush on but if I know they like me back I get so relaxed and comfortable around them.

Thank you for your request hon! I hope you enjoy! Also I love “The Lakes” too omg 🥹💗

I ship you with..

Don Malarkey!

Song recommendation: All Of The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

- Omg you guys would actually be so cute together 🤭

- When he first met you, he would find you so angelic, like a literal angel oh my goodness, like he would get so nervous and cute when you’re around, he can’t help but blush every time you smile at him

- And don’t even get me started on how much he is in love with your personality, like when he talks to you he gets so happy because you are honestly just one of the best people to have convos with for sure

- I think you guys would start out more like good friends instead of a relationship at first, he’d always make little passes towards you or maybe flirted with you every once and a while but you never took it seriously, thinking he was just joking with you, until one time he got a little tipsy and confessed his strong feelings to you

- You would be so shocked that he said that to you that you would tell him that you guys can just resurface the topic in the morning, when you guys did he was EMBARRASSED, and he would admit tho that he did feel that way about you and if you didn’t reciprocate those feelings that would be completely fine.

- And both of you even each other out so well, like you’re more calm, and he’s more energetic but you guys still blend out with each others personalities so well. Like you guys really are bestfriends in couple form fr

- He’s honestly such a sweetheart when it comes to you, if you need anything ever, he’s got it for you 100%, not to mention how caring he is for you and will never let you take on any mental or physical stress, he will always be there to help you

- Not to mention how kind and reassuring he is with you, he never makes you feel like you aren’t good enough and he will remind you again and again how much he loves and cares for you (his communication with you is so amazing omg)

- Both of you are very family oriented and loves spending time with both of your guys’ families. He falls in love with you all over again when he sees how nice you are with his family and how natural it feels with all of you guys hanging out, plus if he ever sees you spending time with his nieces and nephews, he gets baby fever so bad oml 😭

- When you tell him that you’re going to be a librarian his reaction is so funny, he’s just like, “Well hon you’re the prettiest librarian i’ve ever seen” LOL, and he’s so attentive when it comes to things you like and enjoy, like reading for example, he knows how much you like it and will end up buying you like 10 books that he thinks you’ll like just bc (he’s so cute omg)

- Both of you also love going out and spending time outside together too, Maybe a picnic, or just a hike outside but either way you guys know how to have fun outdoors!

- I also think you guys would be the type of couple who honestly has the most spontaneous and just a whole variety of dates that you guys go one, like one weekend it might be a date to a flower farm with a picnic afterwards, or maybe a date to the arcade and a movie afterwards, dates you guys plan would be sooo fun

- He loves how caring and loving you are to others, he thinks you are such wifey material omg, with that being said, he always makes sure you are taken care of too and you aren’t pushing yourself too hard, overtime he can usually tell when you get anxious or overwhelmed, or even if you are just having a bad day, when he does notice you’re having one of those days he’s so sweet and caring though, like he will spoil you that whole day, doing whatever you want to do, giving you massages, a warm bath, and a mandatory rest day for your mental health.

- Both if you have this positive energy that could light up any room, like you guys are the sunshine couple for sure, I think when other people are in need of a good pick me up, they go hangout with you guys bc you make them feel so much better!

- Oh let me tell you how much he is absolutely in love with your baking so much, like make him some brownies and he will be an angel to you for the whole entire week

- Let me tell you how I think you guys would be amazing at hosting little get togethers, whether it’s with family or friends, you guys are just so friendly and y’all would definitely have one of those warm and welcoming homes that are just perfect for hanging out in

- He thinks your height is so cute 😭, like the urge to just pick you up and swing you over his shoulder is so strong. You are absolutely adorable to him

- One thing you’ll learn about him, is that he is the BEST cuddler in the whole world, like when you guys are having a date night in, he will just snuggle with you on the couch and you IMMEDIATELY get sleepy when he does, like don’t even get me started on how he is the best person to cuddle with

- Just in general the is the best boy for you ever! like you guys just make sense together and y’all are so so cute together like oh my goodness! 😭

[deadweightwritings]

DÉJÀ VU

Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader (Platonic) + Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader (Platonic)

➤ SPOILERS FOR SEASON FINALE OF STRANGER THINGS 4

Delilah Henderson witnesses cruel rounds of déjà vu through the years.  

➤ NOW PLAYING  DÉJÀ VU BY OLIVIA RODRIGO + NOT EDITED

“Dustin, what the actual fuck man!” Upon seeing the Hellfire Club walk into the place where her band, Reya and the Friends were performing, she yelled out in protest. The man of the hour waltzed forward and spoke, much to her annoyance,

“We thought, well I thought, you would need the extra help doll. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em kinda thing.” Eddie chirped, and Delilah tried not to lose her actual shit at the long hair bastard.

“Only help I’m going to need is from your buddies to bury you in the fucking ground if you don’t buy a ticket or high tail your ass outta here, Munson.” The bandmates laughed behind her loudly, some of them giving Eddie the L fingers as they set up amps.

“Ouch, you wound me, Delilah.”

“Good riddance, you fuckin’ maniac.”  

“Guess I’ll be there, ticket in hand. Any VIP passes to meet the drummer?” Eddie leaned into her personal space, and she smirked, pushing him away, quite harshly.

“With that face? Ain’t no way, man.”

DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU WHEN HE’S WITH YOU?

“Henderson, right?

“Yeah, what’s it to you, hot shot? Need me to tell you where your sister’s at again?” The golden curls dipped almost right into Dee’s face, and she nearly yanked on them to push him away. 

“No--Well, yes. But, uh, before that, you wanna hang out sometime? Nothing funny…or anything, just...uh…” As he trailed off, she raised an eyebrow high up into her forehead.

“Dawg, I know you think you’re spectacular ‘cause you’re now the king of Hawkins, but lemme tell you, not everyone wants in, to your pants.” Billy nodded and looked off into the hallway, not wanting her to see him slightly embarrassed on the accounts of what she admitted to his face. Even though they’ve spoken dozens of times before. However, she did shove a piece of paper into his face after that,

“It’s not a one-on-one hangout, but you’ll still get to see me.” Billy’s hands grabbed the colorful sheet and he smirked. REYA AND THE FRIENDS TONIGHT @ 7PM.

“I’ll be there, Henderson.” They flashed each other a quick grin and went separate ways, Billy still thinking about how he’ll get to the show without angering her sibling and their friends.

DO YOU CALL HIM? ALMOST SAY MY NAME?

“Hey Bi—Eddie!” She fixed her bandana after the concert, shaking her head quickly to rid it from her head and focus on the now. He turned his head, focusing on the voice that called his name.

“H-Hey, Henderson, uh, Delilah.”

“What’d ya think, huh?”

“Rockin’. A really good show, man.” He smiled, with the lighting you couldn’t tell he was blushing because this band was better than his and he felt awkward. He fiddled with his rings as they both were looking for words to spit out that were conversation starters and not insults.

“So, Hargrove, how’d you like it?” Billy took a sip of his beer can and shrugged annoyingly,

“It was alright.” Delilah raised her eyebrows quickly at the blonde boy.

“Alright? Just alright? You’ve seen me play hundreds of—”

“Yeah. But the drummer was bangin’, an absolute rockstar.” She shoved his arm, him breaking a smile at her.

“Oh, shut it, Hargrove.” “Why?” “You’re such a dick.” “For giving you a compliment?” “I thought you meant it as a backhanded one.” “Oh, never to you, Henderson.” She tucked the drumsticks into her back pocket and flashed him a grin,

“Never to little old me?” He swung an arm around her shoulders, her throwing hers around his as well.

“Nah, I don’t favor getting my ass handed to me by my best friend.”

“That’s what’s up, Billy.”

DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU? (OH)

“Dustin, go!” “You first!” Delilah grasped her brother’s shoulder’s tightly, staring him dead in their identical eyes,

“DUSTIN HENDERSON, YOU GET YOUR ASS UP THIS LADDER RIGHT NOW! GO!” After nodding quickly and helping him climb the makeshift sheet ladder, Eddie took a step back, away from her as she placed her two hands around their main way out. She knew. Her eyes flickered between her brother and Eddie, she saw the determination in his eyes as she knew he chose to go ahead and leave the two of them behind to safety. Delilah let out a huge sigh, making one of the quickest decisions of her life.

“Dee, c’mon, let’s go!” The blade in her back pocket came out to play and sliced the sheet rope from the top of their standing point. Dustin’s horrified face was all she consumed in that moment,

“EDDIE, DELILAH NO! STOP, STOP, STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!” Her hand grabbed onto the extra garbage can cover with nails beat into it, and the spare spear. The two young adults made eye contact and Eddie’s was almost as confused as Dustin’s, but she persisted. Her chestnut eyes aligned with her younger brother, and she smiled for his comfort,

“Buying you time!” Eddie yelled, grabbing Delilah’s hand and making a sprint for the door.

“YOU GUYS BETTER BE JOKING! NO, DON’T GO, EDDIE, DELILAH!” The echo of her brother’s yelling made her heart clench, though she knew they had to distract them for the plan to be extended.

“C’mon, c’mon!” Dee mumbled, trying to get the bats attention as they messily got on the bikes and raced away, far as they could.

“Come get me you sons of bitches!”

“Yeah, assholes let’s go!” The clanking of the pedals and chains being spun round so fast as the duo kept going for dear life. The hissing and shrieking of the bats would make anyone shit themselves on the spot as they knocked Eddie off his bike first.

“sHIT, EDDIE!” He rolled a couple feet away, the wing being knock out of him as he ran a few feet and paused.

“Eddie what the fuck are you doing?!” Eddie then wasted no time in drawing the spiked shield and spear. And Delilah followed suit. She and Eddie stood side by side, in the middle of the fucking whole swarm of bats, as the first one attacked, the others joined. The duo stood their ground placing the spiked garbage can covers out as they beamed passed them, whilst bellowing out.

DO YOU GET DEJA-VU, HUH?

“Max, please, I didn’t mean it Max. Please believe me. PLEASE BELIEVE ME, MAX.” The two mutual friends saw each other, and Billy broke down in sobs even more so, falling to the ground of the sauna.

“Delilah! Delilah, it’s not my fault! I tried to stop him! IT’S NOT MY FAULT, PLEASE BELIVE ME DELILAH. PLEASE!” She grabbed Max’s shoulder as she placed her palm on the sauna window.

“Billy, it’s gonna be ok…we’re gonna help you, don’t worry. It’s going to be ok, Billy.” As Max kept pleading with him, Delilah took notice of him slight movements inside the hot room and the whispers of Will behind their frames. He’s here…he’s activated. The grip on the young girl’s shoulder tightened,

“Max, get away from the door…”

“Max, GO!” Her baffled expression was blocked out by the guys screaming in the background and shards of glass harshly cutting into Delilah’s face and Billy’s forehead as she knocked Max away from the target spot. Billy let out a fucking monster of a battle cry.

“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT YOU BITCH!” He banged on the outside of the door, half of his torso out of the window. His crazed gaze went back and forth, landing on Delilah, who was closest to him from his breaking point.

“I’LL FUCKING GUT YOU!”

“ALRIGHT, ASSHOLE, LET’S GO!” Stone churned in her stomach as the jangle of the lock on the sauna door was becoming undone. A “swish” noise went right by her ear, and Billy was knocked off of his ass. After taking a deep breath, she scrambled to grab the pipe that held the door shut, until now.

“Get behind me—”     “El has superpowers!” “MIKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHEN I SAY GET BEHIND ME, YOU DO AS I FUCKING SAY!” All kids and Delilah stood their ground at her outburst as Billy re-emerged from the sauna, crashing into the door, and freeing himself.  

DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU?

The fight was pitiful. Delilah had experience, and Eddie has none. But his lunatic ass was out here, fighting for his life. Hitting bat after bat, bunch after bunch of the demons, the pair grew tired, but the adrenaline in their systems said, onward. To her right, she heard a huge THUNK and immense hissing as Eddie was struck down.

“EDDIE!” Bashing a few bats along her way, the swarm just circled her as Eddie was practically crucified by the bats. The shrieks of pain disturbed Delilah to her core as she glimpsed back, seeing them bite into his lower skin.

“NO!” As soon as she screamed at the top of her lungs, the bats stopped. Halted. Seized. Dropped dead and vanished.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…” She muttered, sprinting to Eddie’s fallen figure, she slammed to her knees and held him from behind his upper torso.

“Eddie? Eddie? EDDIE! Can you hear me?” Blood soaked through his shirt and bled onto her dirtied skin, tainting it a dark shade of sangria.

“Hey, hey, look at me. Eddie, look at me!” Their faces met and Eddie’s features morphed into that of a child’s. He was scared. Oh, he was terrified to die. He gagged and coughed as the pain set in, blood coming up his throat and landing on his front. 

“Well…we…I didn’t run away this time, y-yeah, D-Delilah?” She messily pushed his bangs away, even if they were stuck underneath the skull bandana he wore.

“Nah man, y-you put up a real good f-fight. Hold still…” Putting pressure on his stomach with her hands, Eddie hollered in distaste.

“Just wait—!” Hearing a high pitched, voice cracking scream, she craned her head so fast to hear Dustin. And to soon see him limping towards them threw a wrench into her heart.

“Oh God, oh God, Eddie, Delilah!” He choked on his words upon hearing Dustin approach,

“Bad, huh?”

“No, no, you’re going be fine, we j-just have to get you to a hospital.” He tried to reassure him, but he pathetically agreed to Dustin’s plan. He eagerly reached over to grab hold onto Eddie and lift him with her help, but it was fruitless as both adults yelled out.

“Dustin! Dustin…”

“Just give me a second! Gimme a s-second, ok…” The identical features met his older sister’s and she shook her head, mouthing: We can’t. Eddie stared Dustin right in his eyes, confirming what he asked Delilah previously,

“I-I…didn’t run a-away this time…right?”

“No, no, you didn’t run.”

“Y-You’re gonna have to look after t-those little sheep for me—” Dustin threw his head back, clenching his eyes shut at the possibility that dawned on him.

“No, NO, you’re gonna do that yourself!”

“Nah man…s-say you’ll look after them…say it…” He shook his head vigorously, taking hiccups for breaths.

“I’m…I’m…I’m gonna…look after em…”  Eddie whispered good under his breathe, and Delilah kept her hold on him like an iron grip as time slipped by

“Can y-you believe…I’m a-actually gonna…g-graduate?” He gave out a little laugh, blood dribbling down his chin, Delilah’s palms reached out and swiped it away, like a mother would as she sniffled.

“I think it’s my year, Henderson…” Eddie locked eyes with Delilah, and she sensed the humorous undertones in his voice had gone sour.

“I think it’s finally my year…” His head laid back further into her torso as he spurted out spit and blood from his throat, gurgling in some sort of chuckle.

“I love you, man.” His eyes darted between them, as he indicated his adoration for the siblings.

“I l-love you…too.” Dustin’s voice cracked beyond belief, not being able to hide any of the agony he was feeling at such a young age. The baby-doe cocoa eyes flickered up to her and he raised his eyebrows as best he could

“God…I love you, Eddie, please…” He went still.

“Eddie?” That one name spilled from her younger brother’s cracked lips and Delilah lost it.

“NO! NO, NO, NO, EDDIE! EDDIE WAKE THE FUCK UP, EDDIE NO—ED—I CAN’T GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN, NOT AGAIN PLEASE, EDDIE!” The sobs racked the Henderson’s as Delilah cradled his face, the blank eyes staring into nothing.

Delilah thrust herself forward, as Billy was taken down from the Mind Flayer’s tentacles, she raced behind him and caught him, though she ended up crashing onto her back with his weakening body crumpling on top of her. The blood streaked her arms as she held him from behind,

“Billy? Billy, hey, can you hear me?” She brushed his curls from his wet forehead and tried to hold herself together. He heaved out harsh breaths, coughing out blood and saliva with every exhale, Max threw herself down next to them.

“Billy, c’mon, get up, please, Billy get up, get up…please!” His head twitched to meet his stepsister’s face,

“M’ sorry…” His azure eyes turned up at his crying friend, his palm raised to pitifully rest on the side of her face.

“T-Thank…you…D-Delilah…” Max grasped onto his tank top, crying loudly. Her eyes widened at the sight of his drooping and his hand sliding off her face.

“Billy? Billy?”

“Billy, no, NO, stay with me man! Billy, please stay with me, god dammit!” Delilah latched harder into his torso and watch him go completely still, all the weight of him was distributed into her. Eleven pulled Max off him as Delilah became hysterical, wailing loudly. She buried her forehead on top of his head and wept.

The same voiced shriek Max gave out has been etched onto Delilah’s memory, and she couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she attempted to bury it and block it out for good. It just kept coming back.

“BILLY!”

“EDDIE!”  Delilah cradled her dead friend’s body. Dustin screamed his name, his voice raising in anger than his friend chose to be hero and got himself killed, in the end. Her features somberly took in the sight of Eddie’s fallen frame, placing her hand on his forehead, shutting his eyes as her grip tightened, resting her head on his limp shoulder. Defeated. Not again.  

(YEAH, EVERYTHING IS ALL REUSED)

Sitting in the front pews, her brother on her left and Eddie’s uncle on her right. The same suit was used for Billy’s funeral, the build-up of emotions from the past trying not to consume every fiber of her being. Even seeing the brown cover up bag over the suit in her closet, made her crash to the floor, weeping and screaming, hours before the funeral. 

Sorrow streamed down her cheekbones as she kept her head down, her shoulders shaking without her control. She felt someone place their hand on to calm it, but she noticed the guys on either side of her stayed still in their somber states.

“We are gathered here today—”

“We are here today—”

“To honor the death of Edward Munson—”

“To acknowledge the death of Billy Hargrove—"

I KNOW YOU GET DEJA-VU.